"Xiao Qian, you are already in the sixfold realm, you have a preliminary grasp of the laws of nature, and you can incorporate the aura of heaven and earth into your body, but after all, there are limitations, so you must use them reasonably!"

At the same time as Ye Wen and Wu Taiyan were fighting fiercely, in Qianyue Zhai in Dongcheng District, there was a muffled sound in the wind, which seemed to be the sound of metal objects.

In a few breaths, the two figures in the courtyard had already swung out more than a dozen swords at the same time, and the blades of the swords slashed through the air, bringing out a little bit of spark, and then they were extinguished by the sword wind and the cold sword intent, and there was never a chance to gather into flames and burn completely.

This is not an even battle, and it is not an exaggeration to understand it as a scene where a master teaches an apprentice.

A girl in a big red arrow robe focused on the figure of the opponent, the huge difference in strength allowed her to rely on the naked eye to see the opponent's moving figure, but then she sensed the flow of air and the change of aura, and could barely judge the trajectory of the sword stab.

Because she is still young, her cute little face has a childish aura that cannot be hidden, but despite this, there is a faint bit of sharp light in her star-like eyes, like a sword blade in the process of quenching, glowing with a faint brilliance.

This girl is naturally the "Qian" of Qianyuezhai, Ye Xiaoqian.

Listening to Sister Xiaoyue's guidance, Ye Xiaoqian's lips pursed slightly, her immature and lovely face was full of perseverance, and while her starry eyes were desperately tracking the ethereal and unfathomable sword shadow, she nodded heavily, her small fists clenched tightly, for fear that she would accidentally lose the sword in her hand.

Ye Xiaoqian didn't know if she had an outstanding cultivation talent, although Sister Xiaoyue always praised her for her talent, and her future was immeasurable on the road to Fudao, but in her heart she always felt that this was just a comforting word from Sister Xiaoyue, who loved her, after all, she still couldn't catch up with Brother Ye's pace.

Therefore, she thinks that she must work hard, keep working hard, and must make up for the gap in talent with hard work and the will not to admit defeat, if she can't reach the point of standing next to Brother Ye and fighting side by side, all this is meaningless, if she can't do it in the end, even if the talent is called amazing, it's just a water moon mirror flower.

Ye Xiaoqian's eyes reflected the cold figure, looking at the thin and fluttering white clothes, looking at the black hair like a waterfall, there was obvious envy in her eyes, she knew that Sister Xiaoyue might even be stronger than Brother Ye, so she was more qualified to stand next to her.

She hoped that she would be able to catch up with these two hateful brothers and sisters who didn't like to wait for others as soon as possible.

But it's never as simple as you think.

As time went by, the longer she immersed herself in the runes, the more she found that Sister Xiaoyue was always merciful unknowingly, and the seemingly harsh training actually left room everywhere, for fear that she would be injured by accident, so she found that she was actually an overly loved finch, and she lived very safely in the birdcage woven by Sister Xiaoyue.

She knows very well Sister Xiaoyue's intentions, and she also understands that it is impossible for her brother and sister to let her take risks, but if this continues, she will eventually become an insignificant existence in the group of monks, even if the realm is profound, she does not have the will and experience to overcome difficulties alone, and will always be a fledgling who cannot fly on her own once she is out of the protective net.

She can't deny the kindness of those who love her, but she also has her own little pride, which may be insignificant, but it is the first step in her growth, and it will not be the last. Therefore, she must learn to endure hardships, hide her pain and exhaustion, and make Sister Xiaoyue think that she can face all training easily, so as to force Sister Xiaoyue to increase the difficulty and weight of training.

His hands were almost trembling, his muscles and bones were almost wailing in pain, and his internal organs seemed to be burning, but all this was buried under Ye Xiaoqian's resolute little face.

This is Ye Xiaoqian's pride.

The image of the cold white body was blended into the wind, and occasionally, the hand exposed outside the sleeve appeared out of thin air, gently slashing in mid-air, and in an instant, there was a buzzing vibration sound, with this small movement, a cold and pure sword intent suddenly appeared, gently and intensively stabbing at the flaw in Ye Xiaoqian's sword move.

Not the vital point. It's just a flaw.

But even so, Ye Xiaoqian had a hard time coping with it, and had to carefully unfold the sword ring, and the Void Wood Secret taught by Xiao Yue was running in her body, and a little bit of wood aura gathered around her body, superimposing a circle of protective circles on the seemingly fully consolidated sword circle.

The cold sword intent was like a small nail, a faint metallic luster flashed from it, and every time the sword fell, it was like a nail pressed down, nailed to the sword ring fiercely, bursting out countless small sparks, and the smell of burning plants floating in the air.

The Void Wood Recipe was taught by Sister Xiaoyue herself, but it was not Sister Xiaoyue's only trick.

As the owner of the secret, he naturally knows the weaknesses of the secret, and the world is so big that there are endless enemies that must be faced, if one day he meets an enemy who is mutually restrictive, this is not a strange thing, although Xiaoyue pities Ye Xiaoqian, but she is also very aware of the necessity of proper training, as well as the goal that the training content points to.

This round of confrontation itself exists to allow Ye Xiaoqian to adapt to the attack of natural enemies.

Monks who can't face their natural enemies, even if they have a level of cultivation, it is difficult for them to survive freely in this difficult world of monks.

Whether it is Xiaoyue or Ye Wen, what they want to give Xiaoqian is to let her have the power to pursue freedom.

Ye Xiaoqian's sword circle glowed with a faint cyan brilliance, but the originally strong wood-based aura quickly dissipated, like a thick layer of bark being constantly cut by a knife, as if it could break and fall down at any time, but it has been falling into a complete collapse. The debris of Konoha turned into more and more debris, and it seemed that it was gradually about to bury the two figures in the field.

Ye Xiaoqian didn't know at this time that the predicament she encountered in training happened to be similar to Ye Wen's current situation, but maybe it was because she had a good heart, or maybe she was talented, and the two of them coincidentally adopted the same strategy and used the same way of thinking. If Ye Xiaoqian had known, she would probably jump up and down with joy because she had caught up with Brother Ye to some extent.

But she doesn't know yet.

Therefore, with a flick of her wrist, the wood-based aura that gathered with the fluctuation of Dao power was crazy and restrained, not revealing on the surface, no longer acting as the front line of the defensive circle, but gathered in the sword circle, and became an existence that supported the towering tree like the roots of a tree.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

In the courtyard covered by the fluttering leaves, the eyes of the girl in the big red arrow robe became brighter and brighter, feeling the pressure in front of her, her little face slowly raised up, her face revealed a trace of enlightened emotion, and she muttered softly: "I see, I understand." ”

So, a sword was swung out.

The surrounding wooden leaves suddenly shattered into powder, condensed with the wind, and turned into an invisible wood-based aura, as if attracted by a whirlpool, rolled towards the girl's figure, and instantly filled the girl's sword circle, and suddenly the brilliance was magnificent, and the cyan restrained sword light actually overwhelmed the cold sword intent.