On the cultivation stone of a palace, a thin and resolute figure sat cross-legged on the stone seat, this person was Mu Wufeng, who had just received the exercises.

Mu Wufeng slowly opened his eyes, and a white turbid gas spit out of his mouth, and then Mu Wufeng revealed a solemn look.

"This sword gathering technique is a mortal-level low-grade exercise, but it is also quite difficult for a swordsman of my rank. So far, I'm just getting started, and I haven't reached the first level yet, so I don't know how difficult those more advanced exercises are..."Mu Wufeng muttered to himself.

There are a total of nine sword gathering techniques, and every time you increase your cultivation, you can gather one more sword qi on the sword, and every time you condense one more sword qi, then when you use the saber to attack, the attack power will be strengthened by one point.

"No matter how difficult it is, it's just a mortal swordsmanship, if I can't even overcome this difficulty, then how can I make progress in swordsmanship cultivation. Mu Wufeng said to himself.

Although Mu Wufeng was only twelve years old, his heart was not in line with his age, and he was far more resolute than his peers. This also stems from the fact that he was not cared for by his mother since he was a child, and his father was too busy with sectarian affairs to take care of him, so he could only learn to be independent.

The reason for this is that there is some perseverance that makes people feel slightly distressed about Mu Wufeng, but in this Sword Qi Continent, except for Mu Hu, no one will really care about Mu Wufeng now.

Thinking of this, Mu Wufeng closed his eyes again, carefully feeling the essence of gathering sword qi in his mind.

The so-called sword qi convergence is to gather the sword qi cultivated by oneself on the sword to form a layer of sword qi film, and then control this sword qi with one's own mind, and then use the sword qi to attack and defend.

"The sword qi is originally a spiritualized thing, if it is allowed to gather on the sword by itself, I am afraid that it will be difficult to practice until the Year of the Monkey and the month of the horse, if I control the timing of its formation, will it succeed?" Mu Wufeng muttered.

As he spoke, Mu Wufeng picked up a sword beside him, drew a sword qi out of his body, and slowly controlled this sword qi to converge on the sword with his heart.

As time passed slowly, beads of sweat the size of beans also flowed from Mu Wufeng's forehead, but he didn't dare to relax, and continued to control this sword qi, wanting to successfully gather a sword qi of his own on this sword.

"Hum..."

The sword in Mu Wufeng's hand suddenly trembled slightly, as if he was pleased by something.

Mu Wufeng's eyes also slowly opened, a mouthful of turbid breath came out of his mouth, and some joy and relief appeared on his face.

"It's done, the first weight of the sword gathering technique!" Mu Wufeng said with joy in his heart.

I saw that the sword was covered with a slightly transparent film of sword qi, and there was a faint sharp sword qi on it, as if it was as fragile as a newborn baby.

Mu Wufeng carefully stabilized the first sword qi he had just gathered on the sword, so that this sword qi could be maintained on the sword for a long time.

Mu Wufeng also wanted to continue cultivating the Sword Qi Technique, but he heard a noisy sound outside the door, which made Mu Wufeng feel a little unhappy.

"This door is so beautifully decorated, what's in this room?" A childish and delicate voice came from outside Mu Wufeng's bedroom, causing Mu Wufeng's brows to furrow slightly.

"Oops... Miss Ding, this is our Young Sect Master's room, don't go in, we can't afford to disturb the Young Sect Master's cultivation..."The accompanying Sword God Sect servant said to the Miss Ding in his mouth with a nervous expression.

This Miss Ding pouted, turned her head and said, "Hmph... What kind of bullshit young sect master, this girl wants to go in and see what kind of character he is, and see who dares to stop me. ”

Just as she was about to push open the door, Mu Wufeng walked out of the room first.

When Mu Wufeng walked out, he saw a girl in front of him, about his age.

The girl was wearing a cyan dress with floral embellishments, white jade boots, and a tear mole on her fair and delicate face, which made all the normal boys who had seen her feel some appreciation.

Among these normal boys, Mu Wufeng naturally also included, but Mu Wufeng only glanced at the girl one more time, and then retracted his mind.

Mu Wufeng frowned slightly and said, "Where did you come from, a wild girl, who dares to spread wild in my Sword God Sect?"

"Who is the wild girl, this girl's name is Ding Zitong. This Miss Ding returned with an arrogant face.

"Miss Ding came to my Sword God Sect, is there something wrong?" Mu Wufeng's attitude became a little more friendly, and he said to Ding Zitong with a hint of a smile.

"Miss Ben is going to enter this room, and now orders you to get out of my way, and get out of my way. Ding Zitongyu pushed Mu Wufeng with his hand, and entered Mu Wufeng's room.

Mu Wufeng waved his hand helplessly, and after ordering the entourage to go down, he turned his head and entered the room, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes, as if some bad idea was brewing in his heart.

After Ding Zitong entered the room, he saw that the decoration of the room was much simpler and more low-key than the decoration outside, and he couldn't help but pout in disappointment.

Just as Ding Zitong turned around and was about to go out, he saw Mu Wufeng also looking at her in the room, and the eyes of the two gathered together, and there was a trace of fluctuation in the hearts of both of them.

Ding Zitong hurriedly retracted his thoughts, clasped his hands to his chest and said, "Look at what, who told you to come in, get out of here for Miss Ben." ”

Mu Wufeng saw that Ding Zitong was so rude, and his heart moved, and he was ready to "teach her" a good lesson.

I saw Mu Wufeng rushing to Ding Zitong's body with one arrow step, and before Ding Zitong could react, Mu Wufeng's hand hugged Ding Zitong's slender waist, and with the other hand, Ding Zitong's figure was turned, and his little hand was about to slap Ding Zitong's small buttocks.

"What are you doing..."Before Ding Zitong finished speaking, Mu Wufeng's hand had already slapped on the buttocks, and the scene was very ambiguous.

The sound of "pop" came, and Ding Zitong's delicate face had become extremely red, and it was even more coquettish.

Ding Zitong bit his silver teeth and said: "If you dare to humiliate Miss Ben, I will not let you go!"

Before Ding Zitong could break free, Mu Wufeng slapped it a few more times, and the sound of "popping" came, just when Mu Wufeng felt relieved, Ding Zitong gave up struggling.

Then there was a slight sobbing sound in Mu Wufeng's ears, and he turned his head to see that Ding Zitong's bright eyes were condensed with many crystal tears, and these coupled with the beautiful and delicate face, a pitiful look was really overwhelming, which could be called a disaster.

Mu Wufeng saw that his behavior had made this Miss Ding so uncomfortable, and he also withdrew his little hand with some guilt, and then Mu Wufeng blushed, touched his head and said, "Forehead... I'm sorry girl, I'll get out right away. ”

Mu Wufeng turned his head, and suddenly felt that the world was spinning in front of him, and he staggered to the door, and actually hit the door. Mu Wufeng blushed, smiled awkwardly at Ding Zitong, and ran out in a gloomy manner.

And Ding Zitong couldn't help but smile when he saw Mu Wufeng's shy and confused appearance. This smile fascinated all beings.

Ding Zitong remembered the angular and sunny handsome face of the young man in front of him just now, and suddenly lowered his head, as if he was muttering something in his mouth.

"I haven't asked him what his name is..."