The Art of the Great Sword

After Fang Qingyang left, he turned around and glanced at the courtyard, and asked curiously, "Master, are the ancient creatures in the Najie good or bad? Are they good fortune or a trap?"

Because he knows very well the unpredictable nature of people's hearts.

Sometimes, even if it seems to be good luck, there may be great danger hidden in it!

"It can't be a trap. I have observed the spiritual energy in that kid's body. The technique he practices is a famous breath-taking technique in ancient times, and it works very successfully. It can be seen that the other party really wants to teach him how to practice. of."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Don't worry, he has his own destiny, and his future achievements will not be low!"

Fang Qingyang was relieved after hearing what his master said.

In the past, Fang Chen made many sacrifices for his family. Now that he has better prospects, Fang Qingyang is sincerely happy for him.

A strong family is truly strong!

In the courtyard.

Fang Chen breathed a sigh of relief and put away the spirit stone, "Mr. Huo, I really didn't expect that a spirit stone would cause such a dispute. It seems that I will have to keep a low profile until I grow up!"

However, there was no response from the black ring.

"Lao Huo?"

Fang Chen looked at the ring but didn't respond, so he shouted again.

"This clan brother of yours is unfathomable!"

After a while, an old voice came from the ring.

As the black mist appeared, an old man in black robe appeared in the void.

He looked towards the direction Fang Qingyang left, with deep awe in his pupils, "From him, I sensed an unprecedented terrifying power. His potential, I'm afraid... cannot be restricted by this continent! "

"So strong?"

Fang Chen was overjoyed, this was his instinctive reaction.

Hearing that Fang Qingyang was very strong made him happy and excited.

Emotions are pure, without any impurities.

"Yes, his fortune has reached a level that even I don't dare to think about!"

Mr. Huo said frankly, "Sometimes I have to be lucky that your Fang family is not a family that fights among itself. Otherwise, even with my blessing, others can easily crush you to death!"

Fang Chen grinned, "Yes, this is the biggest characteristic of our family, unity."

...

Fang Qingyang did not go back, but came to the Xuanlong Tower and approached Mr. Ye.

"You kid, you are interesting!"

Old Man Ye hummed and smiled, "Erase Lu Ningwei's name and let Su Xiaoyu take the blame for you, right? Only you can have such a big face, no one else can."

From Old Man Ye's words, Fang Qingyang could tell that Su Xiaoyu had a good background.

With her covering you, it's really easy!

"What are you doing here, old man like me?"

Old man Ye squinted his eyes and stared at Fang Qingyang.

"I killed someone, and I need you to help me carry it."

Fang Qingyang smiled and said, "Mr. Ye, you gave me the token to join the sect. Logically speaking, you should be my master. You have to protect me as much as possible!"

"Killed?"

Old Man Ye rubbed his brows and said, "You kid really doesn't make people worry. According to the rules, fellow sects cannot kill each other, but there are exceptions. Tell me, who did you kill?"

"Zhao Bin."

Fang Qingyang stated.

"he?"

Old Man Ye hesitated a little, then gnashed his teeth, "He is not a super genius among the inner sects, so he will be killed if he is to be killed, but the key is that the force behind him is quite capable. He is the great elder of the Seventh Branch of the Sword Tower." My son has a very good relationship with Chen Xiance..."

"Sword Tower Seventh Branch?"

Fang Qingyang pondered, "This is indeed a bit troublesome."

The Sword Tower is a very mysterious force that is spread all over the world.

They study the art of swordsmanship crazily and are very accomplished in this way.

Countless people who use swords regard the sword tower as a holy place.

I heard that the strength of the Sword Tower Association is far greater than that of the Holy Land. They have opened branches in many places to increase their influence, and the seventh branch is the nearest branch.

The power of a branch may not be as powerful as the Zihe Sect, but it is definitely not much different.

They are also huge monsters!

Zhao Bin is actually the son of the elder of the Seventh Branch of Sword Tower, which is a bit tricky!

"Chen Xiance is the fifth elder of the seventh branch and the youngest elder. Because of his extraordinary talent, the seventh branch is willing to win over him. The eldest elder has always asked his son Zhao Bin to get close to him, so Zhao Bin is Chen Xiance's little follower. By doing this, you are offending both the Seventh Branch and Chen Xiance."

Old Man Ye frowned, "Even if I come forward, this matter will not let go. Let's do this. I will help you bear the great pressure. I will ensure that the other party will not send the older generation of strong men to deal with you, but the younger generation I can’t get involved in your revenge.”

"Okay, thank you Mr. Ye."

Fang Qingyang's eyes lit up, that was enough.

The younger generation leaves it to themselves to deal with it.

If anyone dares to come over and cause trouble, he will be killed.

After bidding farewell to Old Man Ye, Fang Qingyang returned to the cave.

Not far away, Su Xiaoyu was not in the cave, and he didn't know where he had gone.

He crossed his legs and began to realize the second level of the Great Wild God Sword Technique.

The Great Wilderness Divine Sword Art has a total of nine heavens.

Fang Qingyang entered the first heaven not long ago, but he has a thorough understanding of the sword's intention, so he can familiarize himself with the conditions of the second heaven in advance.

"The second heaven, nine gaps!"

"Need to swallow nine different sword techniques?"

"And do you need to be proficient in these sword skills?"

Fang Qingyang exclaimed, somewhat unbelievable.

All nine sword techniques must be at the upper Yuan Dan level. Only in this way can enough experience be accumulated.

How long will this take?

Feeling Fang Qingyang's resentment, the middle-aged man said with a smile, "The reason why I was set up as a teacher back then was because there were so many talented and talented geniuses around me. I had to let them calm down and experience more the mysteries of swordsmanship. Bar?"

"Then it seems that if I want to enter the second heaven, I'm afraid it will take half a year."

Fang Qingyang smiled bitterly, it took him half a year to master the nine advanced Yuan Dan realm swordsmanship, which was already considered very fast.

If this were to be left to other sword cultivators, I'm afraid they wouldn't even dare to think about it.

"Half a year is half a year, practice step by step!"

The middle-aged man sighed, "Back then, my master's training was more than nine times more difficult than other geniuses, and his speed was far not as fast as others, but it was precisely this that created him to be able to fight at various levels!"

"Okay, disciple admits it."

Fang Qingyang grimaced, "But, master, you have to give me these nine swordsmanships of the superior Yuan Dan realm, right?"

"No!"

The middle-aged man shook his head, "It's a joke, how can my master have such a weak swordsmanship! There are high-level ones, but you can't control them with your ability."

Fang Qingyang had no choice but to find a way on his own.

He thought of the Na Ring that Su Xiaoyu exchanged with him, and his consciousness penetrated it. There were three superior Yuan Dan realm swordsmanship books inside.

"Wind Sword Technique"

"Dielang Sword Technique"

"Seven Yuan Killing Sword Technique"

"Three copies are three copies, which is better than nothing."

Fang Qingyang sighed, there are six books left, let's slowly think of a solution.

He took out three books of swordsmanship and practiced them one by one.

Swordsmanship at the advanced Yuan Dan realm is not difficult for Fang Qingyang.

He was deeply immersed in it and began to understand the mystery of each sword technique.

Since it can be compiled into sword techniques and spread throughout the world, and it has reached the advanced Yuan Dan realm, it must have its own uniqueness. Fang Qingyang has a correct mentality and does not feel arrogant because of the power of the Great Wild God Sword Technique.

Inside the Dragon Emperor Sword, the middle-aged man smiled and said to himself, 'Fang Qingyang is a boy with a really tough temperament. Sometimes, it is precisely because he has experienced the ups and downs of human relationships that he will cherish everything he has again! ’

"After you have mastered the Great Wilderness Sword Art to the second level, you can enter the Dragon Emperor Sword to practice. By then, your progress will be faster."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "It is also interesting to be able to personally train a swordsman from scratch!"

"Okay, I remember."

Fang Qingyang nodded, it must be impressive if the master can praise him.

The progress was faster than expected. On the tenth day of hard training, I had mastered the first sword technique thoroughly.

Fang Qingyang closed his eyes and condensed his understanding of this set of swordsmanship into light and shadow, sending it into the first gap in the second heaven of the Taihang Heavenly God Sword to fill it.

In my mind, a large number of sword lights flowed past, converging into a terrifying storm.

Every burst of sword energy contains the power of the strong wind, slashing, stabbing, slashing, and various scenes emerge, forming an important accumulation of Fang Qingyang.

In the days to come, when all nine sets of sword techniques were swallowed up by the Great Wilderness Divine Sword Technique, Fang Qingyang may not be able to clearly recall the details of these nine sets of sword techniques, just like he cannot remember every bite of rice he has ever eaten.

But what is certain is that these nine sets of swordsmanship are like the food he has eaten, and will be deeply integrated into his flesh and blood.

"call."

Fang Qingyang exhaled a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes.

The sharpness is even better than before.

"This is considered to be one-ninth completed."

Fang Qingyang walked out of the cave and looked at the blue sky outside, feeling relaxed.

Overseas in Yunhai, some inner disciples gathered and discussed something.

"It's the annual swordsmanship exhibition again, and the Seventh Branch will openly sell their swordsmanship to the public with clearly marked prices."

"It's a pity that my cultivation resources have been exhausted, otherwise I would buy two copies!"

When Fang Qingyang passed by, the other disciples immediately silenced themselves and cast envious glances at him.

At first, everyone thought that it was just because Su Xiaoyu was in a good mood that they didn't kick him out immediately. He wouldn't be able to stay for long.

As a result, after such a long time, Fang Qingyang became more and more nourished.

The other inner disciples began to worship him.

Another thing is that they heard that Zhao Bin was beheaded by Fang Qingyang.

Zhao Bin's father, the Grand Elder of the Seventh Branch, was furious and wanted to come to the sect to ask for an explanation, but was suppressed by an invisible pressure and has since ceased.

This made these inner disciples feel more and more that Fang Qingyang had a back-up!

I no longer dare to have the same attitude towards him as before.

"The seventh branch is selling sword skills to the outside world?"

Fang Qingyang raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, Senior Brother Fang."

One of the inner disciples chuckled and said, "The Seventh Branch holds a swordsmanship exhibition every year and sells swordsmanship to the public. Although the price is expensive, who knows who has the background? As long as you have money, you can buy as many swordsmanship as you want!"

"Where is the location?"

Fang Qingyang was very interested. He was lacking in swordsmanship.

"It's in the nearby Shifang City."