"You've been practicing so far, and you've been doing it very fast. If you want to go home, it should take a few years. Lu Pingzi saw Fang Zhuo's disappointment and comforted.

The practice of the Bitter Sword Sect has never been forbidden. The disciples have to go to the world often to experience training, and many of the disciples' wives and children are ordinary people. Therefore, for Fang Zhuo's idea of going home, Lu Pingzi didn't feel anything wrong.

Then the disciple retired. Fang Zhuo was suddenly in a lack of mood, and bowed his head slightly to leave.

Lu Pingzi waved his hand and asked Lu Wenxin to send him out.

Lu Wenxin took Fang Zhuo out of the secret place in the belly of the mountain, and was about to go back in a hurry. Fang Zhuo grabbed him and said, "Ancestor is slow, the kid has a reluctant request." ”

"Don't say anything about it, I'm in a hurry. Lu Wenxin's mind was all on the piles of things in the belly of the mountain.

"The ancestor will inevitably recruit a large number of disciples to Zhujian Peak this time, and the disciples have two friends who are quite familiar with each other, the ancestor might as well go and take a look. ”

Lu Wenxin frowned, and said impatiently: "Can you believe it, what's your name?"

Fang Zhuo said: "I just carried out a mission with my disciple, and my disciple didn't fully understand it. Although the Ancestor investigates, I think that if they are still worthy of cultivation by the sect, I might as well give them a chance. ”

"It's simple. Lu asked: "As long as you can believe it, everything else is easy to say." ”

Fang Zhuo smiled and said the names of Gu Chengshan and Liu Chuan. He made it clear. It's just a chance to give them. If you can help them, why not?

Leaving Bamboo Sword Peak, Fang Zhuo directly returned to the Left Gorge of the Mountain behind Star Sword Peak to continue his retreat. Stimulated by some news revealed by Lu Pingzi, Fang Zhuo realized that his cultivation was still far from enough. After he returned, he immediately set up a nine-fold Spirit Gathering Array and a nine-fold Star Attracting Array for himself. Anyway, I have the spirit stone I got in the mystery world in my hand, which is enough for the time being. The level of these formations is not high, and it is not very large for the consumption of high-level spirit stones.

Two days later, Fang Zhuo condensed the sword qi of the Tianji Cave into shape. It is also the Five Dao Sword Qi, but this time after the Sword Qi is formed. It is different from the sword qi of Tianxuan Acupoint. Fang Zhuo saw these five sword qi shuttling back and forth in the star cave. But the appearance is obviously not like the sword finch of Tianxuan Cave, and he doesn't want to be the swimming dragon in the Laogong Cave on his right hand. Fang Zhuo looked at them for a long time, and felt that they were more like pangolins with narrow body lines.

What is this?

Sword beasts?

When he looked closely, these sword qi were still the same, but in a trance, their images were really like pangolins. Fang Zhuo didn't know why, and there was no way to control their spirituality. I had to let it go.

Next, he condensed the star power in the Taiyuan Acupoint corresponding to the Tianquan Star into sword qi. This time, the five sword qi illusions became sword snakes. The five sword qi were like wingless flying snakes in the star power, and they were extremely agile. And after the star power in the Neiguan Cave corresponding to Yuheng Star condensed the sword qi, it turned into a swordfish. Swimming fish shuttle, fast and light.

After the star power of the Kaiyang Acupoint formed a sword qi, the illusion was more like a wooden shuttle. Or rather, it's more like the pit of some kind of fruit with two extremely sharp ends. And the sword qi of the Shaking Light Cave was like a flickering light.

After cultivating day by day, the sword qi was condensed in all the star points successfully. However, the sword qi in each star cave seemed to have its own different spirituality, and Fang Zhuo couldn't figure out what it was for, but it didn't seem to be a bad thing.

On this day, Fang Zhuo finished cultivating, condensing the sword qi in the Lao Gong Acupoint in his left hand and repeatedly unsuccessfully, so he simply walked out of the Star Sword Peak and walked to the Fang Market outside the sect.

Walking around Waimenfang City, Fang Zhuo seemed to have returned to the time when he first came to the Bitter Sword Sect. Listen to the casual cultivators haggling. Listen to the monks who set up the stalls shouting and soliciting business. Fang Zhuo's mood gradually calmed down. He never seemed to be the kind of person who left behind the world to be independent and meditate on oneself. The various states of this world, the lives of all living beings, can make Fang Zhuo feel that he is living more real and real.

"This senior brother, my newly drawn talisman is extraordinary, and please come forward and take a look. A young man shouted at Fang Zhuo.

Fang Zhuo smiled and nodded to him, walked over with a smile to take a look, smiled and bought a few casually, and then left with a smile. He saw the young man's shoddy drawing technique, and thought of the days when he had drawn talismans. With such an endless spread of thoughts, Fang Zhuo even thought of Xiao Guoguo, a disciple of the Yin Ghost Sect who blushed when he spoke, and thought of the heroic Wen Hang.

Looking at the chaotic Fang Market in front of him, Fang Zhuo's mind seemed to fly into the air. His mind overlooks all this busyness, and each figure represents a life. At this moment, Fang Zhuo's mood suddenly changed. He still doesn't understand where he's changed. However, he felt very clearly that it seemed that this bustling scene made him feel more intimate and natural.

This slightly ignorant perception instantly improved Fang Zhuo's state of mind. At the same time, in Fang Zhuo's storage ring, Ying Xingjian roared, and it resounded in Fang Zhuo's Purple Mansion!

This whistle was louder and louder, but it didn't wake up the formation from the epiphany of his state of mind! On the contrary, in his Purple Mansion, the Purple Pole Star at the head of the Eight Stars suddenly lit up with the sound of the sword.

These eight stars should also be formed by extremely condensed star power. At the beginning, Fang Zhuo was cultivating in the Purple Pole Peak Gathering Spirit Array, which attracted the Star Radiance Reflection God. The star power splendoured into his body and soul purple mansion. At the end of his cultivation, an eight-star god fell and fell into his Purple Mansion. Those eight stars were shining day by day in the sky above Fang Zhuo's Purple Mansion, moving in sync with the eight stars in the sky. And since then, Fang Zhuo has achieved twice the result with half the effort in his cultivation, and the speed of absorbing star power has more than doubled.

At this moment, the Purple Pole Star in the Purple Mansion flashed, and the real Purple Pole Star in the Nine Heavens also flashed. A starlight shot into Fang Zhuo's head. This starlight injected into the Purple Pole Star in Fang Zhuo's Purple Mansion, and then split off into a wisp and shot directly into Fang Zhuo's storage ring.

Ying Xing's sword originally had the star mark of eight stars. This starlight was directly injected into the star mark of the Purple Pole Star, and the Ying Xing Sword suddenly burst into purple light, and then quietly returned to its original state.

Fang Zhuo hadn't woken up from his epiphany, and he hadn't even felt all these changes. He still walked slowly from the market with a smile on his face, and even talked casually with people from time to time. If you are careful, you may find that the eyes of this inner disciple of the Bitter Sword Sect are a little scattered.

It's not scattered, it's not scattered, it's that there's no focal length at all. He was laughing, walking, talking, observing, but he didn't do anything. The real him, in the epiphany, overlooking everything in this world, is feeling the kind of life of man.

"Zheng ——————!" A sword roar suddenly rose to the sky!

The people who cultivated too low in the Fang City were rushed by this earth-shattering sword roar, and they actually stood unsteadily, and they fell down one after another!

Those who cultivated a little higher fought with all their might. For a while, all kinds of spiritual lights burst out, and protective spiritual lights and protective magic weapons flashed one after another.

There was a lot of scolding in the market, but then it became silent. Because everyone was shocked to find that no matter how loud they screamed, roared, and scolded, they couldn't make the slightest sound!

In fact, it's not that there is no sound, it's the sound that comes out of oneself, which is all suppressed by that ringing, covered up, or even directly suppressed!

Everyone changed color!

It was not because this sword sound was so loud and domineering, but at this moment they found that this sword sound not only sounded in their ears, but also resounded through their sea of knowledge!

Those monks whose qualifications were ordinary or even inferior to the point of not knowing the sea were howling miserably at this time. That sword roar roared in the sea of knowledge, how could it be like a sharp sword inserted deep into their heads!?

The junior uncle of the hundred generations of disciples, Fang Zhuo, the leader of the ninety-ninth generation of disciples, also did not escape the impact of this sword roar. His heart was shocked, and he was instantly awakened from his epiphany.

As soon as Fang Zhuo woke up, he immediately understood what an unimaginable epiphany opportunity he had just experienced!

However, who made such an annoying sword roar and actually interrupted his once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for an epiphany?!

Fang Zhuo was furious and furious, all the scholars who were chic had already been thrown out of the sky. This guy waved his sleeves and jumped up and scolded: "That bastard thing, was blown up by someone 0 fart 0 eyes 0 son or is your mother dead son?! What kind of sword is being used in the market? Is it in a hurry to sell himself from the palace?!"

An abrupt scolding suddenly sounded in the ears of everyone in the market!

The hearing that had just been lost came back in an instant. Everyone looked at Fang Zhuo who was jumping to his feet and scolding in horror, they didn't expect that such a handsome little scholar could scold such ugly words.

Some people want to laugh, but they can't.

Someone wants to scream, but can't.

Some people want to scold, but they can't.

Some people want to move, but they can't.

Someone wants to ...................

Everyone in the market was shocked to find that although the sense of hearing had returned, no one could move!

However, but, the moment I heard it just now, it was clear that everyone twisted their necks and turned their faces, because at this moment, everyone looked at the little scholar who scolded the street like a shrew without an image!

"Where did you come from, bastard, if you want to die, just say it! Are you afraid that the sword in Lao Tzu's hand is not sharp enough?"

Fang Zhuo turned his head and saw that two people, an old man and a young man, were actually flying into the air, and that location should be at the mountain gate of the Bitter Sword Sect's Outer Gate City. It was the young man who spoke. The man was dressed in a bright red robe, burning in the air like a flame. He was holding a sharp sword in his hand, and the killing intent on the sword was locking on Fang Zhuo from afar! )

PS: Recently, Zhaojin Co., Ltd. has carried out an investment project of more than 2 billion yuan in our village, and the countryside has made a lot of trouble because of pollution rumors and land sales. Lao He has to go back to his hometown almost every day, and he has no time and mood to code words, he is really depressed!