I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

Inside the cyan protective light curtain.

Zhang Yi sat cross-legged, suspended in mid-air, about three feet away from the ground.

In front of him was a flying sword covered in cracks.

At this moment, following Zhang Yi's breathing, from angles invisible to the naked eye, the essence of flying swords emanated out, and was then continuously inhaled by him, wandering in the body according to the method of raising swords, and taking root.

And with the fusion of its essence and physical body, the neutral and peaceful aura that was originally exuded from the body now has a faint sense of sharpness.

And the sense of oppression stemming from the level of the physical body also became more aggressive at this time.

Zhang Yi's entire body is gradually shifting towards the "sword".

Time passed, and it was noon the next day in a blink of an eye.

As the last breath was absorbed by Zhang Yi, the energy contained in Feijian was completely drained by Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi could only hear, with a "poof", the flying sword that was originally full of cracks seemed to lose its bonding power, and instantly fell to pieces and fell to the ground.

The Tier 4 flying sword has now become a pile of scrap metal.

"call."

Zhang Yi opened his eyes and let out a mouthful of turbid air, only to see that the floor was pierced through a hole in an instant, which was the remaining sword energy impurity being expelled by Zhang Yi.

Feeling the state of his body, Zhang Yi smiled.

Immediately after he stretched his limbs and moved his body, there was a crackling sound from all over his body, which was exceptionally crisp.

"Oh, what a pleasant voice, but this is a bit too domineering."

At this time, Zhang Yi's natural aura was extremely aggressive.

Although as a swordsman, this matter is not a bad thing, but it is obviously not in line with Zhang Yi's character.

"You have to hide your breath, otherwise it will be too conspicuous."

Thinking about it, Zhang Yi had a thought.

Immediately, the dark golden divine power was activated and began to wander within the body.

Wherever the divine power passed, it swallowed up the sharpness naturally emanating from his body, and his aura gradually returned to its original state.

"The meaning of sharpness is hidden in the body, if it doesn't move, it's already there, and it's astonishing when it moves."

Zhang Yi nodded.

"That's about it."

Immediately, he carefully felt the difference between his current body and his previous one.

To make a comparison is:

Previously, Zhang Yi's physical characteristics were: Lightning Affinity.

So now it has become: Thunder Affinity, Sharpness.

"Um"

"The physical body as a whole has become more aggressive, and the speed of the wind and thunder sword art is also faster."

Feeling his own state, Zhang Yi was very satisfied.

"Now all the flesh and blood in my body are integrated with the sharp breath of the sword. It should be that I have completed the first stage of raising the sword, and I can really start the follow-up practice."

"It's also fortunate that I have the physical body of the heavenly realm as the foundation, otherwise it would be really troublesome to absorb the essence of the sword, and the destructive power is too great."

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yi withdrew his thoughts.

He looked at the fragments of the flying sword on the ground. He made a mistake with his middle finger and thumb, and snapped his fingers immediately.

"Snapped."

A crisp sound spread in the room, and a thin flame emerged from the void, and then fell on the flying sword fragments scattered on the ground.

As the flame spread, it quickly swallowed the flying sword fragments.

After a few breaths, the flame disappeared, and the fragments of the flying sword disappeared.

"Finished, let's go out and get some fresh air."

After blowing a whistle, Zhang Yi made such a decision.

However, at this moment, a mutation occurred.

"Very good physical body, as expected of a young man."

In the room, a slightly abrupt sound of praise suddenly echoed in the room.

"Fuck!"

The moment the voice appeared, Zhang Yi was startled. The hairs all over his body stood on end, and a cool feeling came from his back.

Subconsciously, Zhang Yi flashed his figure and pulled him to a corner of the room, and then looked in the direction of the sound with a pair of eyes in surprise.

As Zhang Yi looked over, the appearance of the person who spoke suddenly appeared.

It was an old man, an old man with ragged clothes and narrowed eyes.

His appearance was not outstanding, and there was no fluctuation in his body. Zhang Yi could not feel the slightest breath of a warrior in him.

Without hesitation, if Zhang Yi was walking on the street, he would definitely be regarded as an ordinary person, and there would be no other guesses.

However,

In such a situation, Zhang Yi obviously didn't believe his eyes and feelings.

This must be a hidden person, even he cannot peep.

For a moment, Zhang Yi wanted to use the eye of insight to explore the information of this sudden old man, but the sense of crisis in the dark made him give up this choice.

Zhang Yi's intuition told him.

If you use the Eye of Insight, you will be noticed by the opponent.

The mechanism of the eye of insight is that the same realm can be detected, and leapfrogging will be discovered, and such feedback means

this,

Is this old man a saint?

After deriving this result, Zhang Yi's heart suddenly set off a huge wave.

He was momentarily distraught, feeling powerless all over his body, and felt that the situation was out of control for the first time.

Zhang Yi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but lost his voice when he reached his mouth.

In Tianjing's physical body, boundless vigor is dormant everywhere in his body. He is confident that he can blow up a peak with a single punch.

But at this moment, Zhang Yi only felt a slight chill in his body, and all the strength he was usually proud of was useless at this time.

This is undoubtedly the first time Zhang Yi has fallen into such a crisis situation.

For the first time, his life cannot be controlled by himself, but depends entirely on the will of the other party.

opposite,

The old man looked at Zhang Yi, who was like a frightened bird at this time, smiled, and sat down on the chair beside the wooden table politely.

The old man took out a wine glass from the table, and then lifted the wine jug to fill himself up.

"Hmm... the smell is a bit weak."

After taking a sip, the old man frowned slightly, and then he looked at Zhang Yi, and said, "Young people, don't be so restrained, it's too boring, come and chat with the old man, don't worry, I will stay for a while."

"call."

Zhang Yi breathed slowly, and his face gradually returned to calm.

After being caught off guard at the beginning, his mentality gradually returned to normal.

Although he has never experienced such a weird incident, after all, he has cultivated for more than a hundred years, and he still has some basic xinxing, so he won't lose his ability to judge directly.

"Since the other party can appear in my room without anyone noticing, even the real energy barrier didn't stop him in the slightest. His strength is obviously far superior to mine. Since the resistance is useless, let's lie flat."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi felt completely relaxed.

Right,

Since no matter how much he resisted, it would be useless, he might as well act a little more gracefully, even if the old man made a move in the end, he would still be able to leave an impression of being calm in danger.