Immortality, starting from the heaven and earth

After nearly two years of retreat, all the meritorious deeds of the sect were naturally spent early.

However, after being promoted to the Foundation Establishment Realm, Ji Yi was automatically promoted from an outer disciple to an inner disciple.

Inner sect disciples who have made breakthroughs like this naturally select the qualifications for the exercises at one time.

"Brother Xiang?"

Inside Yunxia Pavilion, Lin Yi looked at Xiang Feiyu, who was half-drunk and half-awake, stepping on the chair, with a hint of astonishment in his eyes.

More than a year ago, there was still a serious senior here.

"Presumably this Senior Brother Xiang Feiyu has come back to take up the post, even though this post is not so rigorous.

However, I can't see through his cultivation. "

Looking at the unrestrained Xiang Feiyu behind the desk, Lin Yi thought to himself.

"Yo?"

Hearing Ji Dong's call, Xiang Feiyu opened his sleepy eyes and looked over.

"That's not bad. In just over six years, the foundation has been successfully established."

As he spoke, Xiang Feiyu hiccupped, as if pondering, and said casually.

"If I remember correctly, you have already exchanged for a sword formula of the Water Element Golden Scale Jue.

Come again this time, but because the practice is not easy, so you want to change the exercises? "

"The sword formula is extensive and profound, and my junior brother is also overjoyed.

This time, the reason why he came here is because the younger brother discovered that he is better at the body forging technique of the fire element.

In this way, it will conflict with the water element body forging method in the water element golden scale formula, so it will come here again. "

After thinking for a while, Lin Yi said calmly.

If it were someone else, such as the half-white old man who didn't know how deep he was last time, Ji Dong probably wouldn't explain it in such detail.

But this Senior Brother Xiang Feiyu, he seems to be a mild-mannered person at first glance.

Although Xiang Feiyu didn't say anything else, Ji Dong could feel his passion for kendo.

Coincidentally, Ji Dong also has an astonishing 'talent' in the way of swordsmanship. If he can learn about suitable cultivation techniques from Senior Brother Xiang, it will naturally save him a lot of time.

After all, the way of sword cultivation that prevailed five thousand years ago was extremely powerful.

Otherwise, Ji Dong wouldn't just come here to choose a fire-type body forging method, instead of completely replacing the Water Element Golden Scale Art.

"Discomfort from exercise?"

Hearing this, Xiang Feiyu looked over with a playful smile.

"I have a sword, if you can block it, it's okay to tell you."

"I also ask Senior Brother Xiang to enlighten me."

Hearing this, Ji Dong's right hand formed a sword with two fingers, and was about to exit the hall.

"interesting."

Xiang Feiyu's eyes were filled with surprise when he saw a faint ray of sword light converging on Ji Dong's right hand with sharpness.

If it weren't for Ji Dong's choice of the Water Element Golden Scale Jue, if it wasn't for the bottle of wine before, and the boredom in his heart, he wouldn't have made such a request.

Originally, Xiang Feiyu thought that Junior Brother Lin would use other methods to resist his sword.

However, looking at the current appearance, he really believed it a little bit, the other party came here because of the discomfort of body training exercises.

"Forget it, whether it's true or not, you only need to test it out, and you'll know it at first sight."

There are many classics and exercises of the Danxia Sect in the Yunxia Palace, how could the sect send a fool to guard here.

Even though the guard is an alcoholic who seems to be drunk all the year round, this proves that this person is extraordinary.

Ji Dong knew this.

Therefore, he was unwilling to let go of this opportunity.

That's why he immediately showed his sword finger to show Xiang Feiyu that he would block the sword with his sword.

only

This is Yunxia Palace, but I don't know how this Senior Brother Xiang intends to use his sword.

If there is too much movement, I don't know if those senior brothers who are guarding in the dark will intervene.

These thoughts flashed through Ji Dong's mind one by one, and he saw Xiang Feiyu lying on his back behind the desk, drinking with his head up at this moment.

"Tons of tons"

The posture is wanton and unrestrained, and when the Adam's apple rolls in the neck, you can see drops of wine exuding a strong wine fragrance flowing along the trend.

hum!

At this moment, Ji Dong saw a drop of clear wine whizzing towards Xiang Feiyu with a flick of his fingers.

That's right.

It's whistling.

It was obviously a drop of ordinary wine and a sword just a moment ago, and it had nothing to do with it.

However, when the wine drops whizzed over, within Ji Yi's line of sight, sword lights could be seen shooting out like water slurry, and the sound of sword whistling could be heard in both ears.

"No wonder, no wonder you won't be reprimanded for drinking recklessly in Yunxiao Palace like this."

Seeing the increasingly fierce and dazzling sword light in his eyes, Ji Dong's heart sank, and the golden light on the sword finger of his right hand was generous.

"madness."

Seeing that the disciple named Lin Yi chose tit for tat without even thinking about it, Pu Fengzi, who was in the dark, couldn't help murmuring.

His nephew, although he is a bit out of the way, but the talent in the way of swordsmanship is one of the few in the Danxia sect.

Even now, this sword of wine drops is deliberately suppressed by him, and no one can block it.

From Pu Fengzi's point of view, most of what Lin Yi said before was an exaggerated talk about relationships.

"Alright, take this opportunity to let this kid see the reality clearly, what age is it now, how can anyone still admire those ancient sword cultivators.

This is a complete waste of time and talent. "

These words were ruthless.

However, considering Pu Fengzi's position in the sect, the other cultivator named Foundation Establishment who was secretly guarding the Yunxia Palace pretended not to hear it.

However, in this silence, their thoughts also fell in the hall.

"I guess this person will lose with one move."

"This person dared to show his sword fingers at the first time, and he may also be proficient in swordsmanship. I bet he can survive three moves."

"Three moves are too much, two moves at most."

Guarding Yunxia Palace is a heavy responsibility, but in this peaceful time, it is often the most boring.

Today, it was rare to have some fun, and the foundation-building monks hiding in the formation expressed their opinions one after another.

Among them, the moves they were talking about were not Xiang Feiyu's Sword of Wine Drops, but how many moves this Junior Brother Lin could use in Xiang Feiyu's sword.

Except for a few two people who deliberately said a few tricks in order to make this temporary gambling game less monotonous.

Most of the foundation-building cultivators believe that they can't survive even one move.

Because, when it comes to swordsmanship, within the same realm, they themselves are not sure that they can block Xiang Feiyu's sword.

In this kind of Jiong himself, he never knew that there would be someone who was sure that he would not be able to take the sword.

At this time, Ji Dong's mind was extremely cohesive.

clang!

The sword finger of his right hand stabbed suddenly.

The invisible sword energy made the air explode.

This sound vibrated and opened, with the fingertip as the source, washing out towards the sword of the wine drop, shaking its sharpness.

The sword of the wine drop does not retreat but advances, like a goddess scattering flowers in mid-air, slashing from all directions.

Seeing this scene, Ji Dong's sword finger turned around and slammed from top to bottom, and the golden sword light swept out, affecting the sword that was coming from all directions.

Boom!

The spiral sword is fierce, but there are still streaks of wine dripping from the sword.

But Ji Dong was not used to it at all, he saw the sword finger of his right hand sweeping away the moment it fell.

Bang!

The golden sword glows collided fiercely with the roaring wine-drop swords at this moment.

Then, in the sound of clanging swords, the two disappeared.

Three strokes.

But it wasn't the defeat of three moves, but the defeat of Xiang Feiyu's sword with three moves.

"Thank you, Brother Xiang, for your mercy."

Facing Xiang Feiyu's slightly astonished gaze, Lin Yi sighed in his heart and said respectfully.

"Three strokes break one sword, I'm still too weak."