Shushan signed in for 3000 years, leaving the land sword fairy

Zhao Fan slowly spread his palm, and in his palm, a milky white energy slowly condensed out. This is the power of mending the sky mastered after practicing the ancient mending sky.

This force does not have any lethality, but it has an astonishing recovery effect.

Of course, Zhao Fan has not been able to test the specific repair effect.

"I have successfully practiced the ancient sky-replenishing technique."

"However, its effect still needs to be tested."

Zhao Fan thought for a while, then stood up from the twelfth-grade meritorious golden lotus. After retreating in this palace for a while, it's time to go out and have a look.

As the gate of the palace slowly opened, the outside sun shone on Zhao Fan's handsome face.

"Mr. Zhao!"

With an exclamation, it was Xiaohu!

He was practicing not far away, and when he heard the opening of the palace door, he ran over immediately. He thought he heard it wrong, but he didn't expect that Zhao Fan really came out!

"Did you practice well during this time?"

Looking at the honest and innocent little tiger, Zhao Fan smiled and asked casually.

Chapter 931 Pointing again

"Mr. Zhao, during your retreat, I have not been lazy and worked hard in cultivation."

"And I have already practiced Kaitian Sword Art to a certain level."

Xiaohu smiled, and briefly talked with Zhao Fan about his current cultivation progress.

Kaitian swordsmanship is very profound, and ordinary immortals may not gain anything after comprehending and practicing for a hundred years. Fortunately, he is of emperor-level blood, and Zhao Fan personally guides him.

In fact, even if he didn't need to say it, Zhao Fan could see Xiaohu's current situation at a glance.

Xiaohu's eyes are full of spirit, and the immortal power in his body is majestic and surging, and there is a faint and sharp sword intent in every gesture.

Just by taking a look at it, Zhao Fan knew that the compressed version of the Opening Sword Dao that he had taught him had already been cultivated to a small extent.

The most important thing is that Xiaohu now has the cultivation base of the Golden Immortal realm.

You know, he was only in the Heavenly Wonderland before, but in just half a year, he has already improved to a great realm.

"However, in the recent practice, I encountered several problems."

Xiaohu scratched his head and said with some embarrassment.

"Tell me."

Zhao Fan smiled slightly and said.

"Sir, the way of opening the sky seems to focus on the intent of the sword, and the pursuit is the artistic conception of opening the sky with one sword."

"Does that mean the sword style is not important?"

Xiaohu asked hesitantly.

After these days of practice, he has comprehended five or six points of the sword intent of Kaitian Sword Dao, but the more he practiced, the more confused he became. Is his sword method mainly based on sword intent or sword style?

The meaning of the sword lies in its spirit, and the style of the sword lies in its shape.

The two seem to be the same, but they are actually different in essence.

"Your question is good."

Zhao Fan showed satisfaction, and instead of answering Xiaohu directly, he smiled and asked, "Xiaohu, what do you think?"

"I do not know."

"The more I practice the Heaven Opening Sword, the more I feel a little contradictory. Sometimes when I practice it, I can't control myself for a while."

Xiaohu said with some embarrassment.

When Zhao Fan taught him the Sword Dao of Opening Sky before, he was still bragging in front of the former that he would practice this Sword Dao sutra to perfection within half a month.

However, as he deepened his practice of this kendo classic, he became more aware of his own insignificance and the vastness of kendo!

"Whether it's sword intent or sword style."

"In fact, it's just a form."

Zhao Fan smiled slightly, and there was nothingness in his hand, and a sharp sword appeared in the palm of his hand amidst the celestial energy of heaven and earth surging.

He didn't have any extra nonsense, he just performed it slowly in his own way according to Xiaohu's practice of opening the sky sword.

The sharp sword edge draws a beautiful arc.

There were bursts of sword sounds, faintly concealed, but the diffuse sword intent seemed to destroy everything in the world.

Zhao Fan's movements were simple and direct, without the slightest depth to be seen, but where the sword's edge passed, cracks appeared in the void that could be seen by the naked eye.

Xiaohu's eyes widened, and he could clearly see that Zhao Fan's sword style contained sword intent, but within the sword intent, there were surprising sword moves.

His heart was touched, he was greatly shocked, and murmured: "So it can still be like this!"

"Sword intent is sword style, and sword style is sword intent. Not only can the two be integrated, but they can also exert even more terrifying power."

"Do you understand?" After a while, the sharp sword in Zhao Fan's hand dissipated, and he asked Xiaohu seriously.

Sometimes saying it ten times is not as effective as teaching it once yourself.

Xiaohu has a rare emperor-level blood, and his aptitude and potential are not weaker than his own daughter. Zhao Fan believes that the former should be able to understand.

"I seem to understand."

"Sir, you are really amazing."

"This is the real swordsmanship!"

Xiaohu came back to his senses, his face was full of excitement, and he bowed respectfully to Zhao Fan again and again.

"Ah."

Zhao Fan nodded.

Xiaohu is young, and his cultivation level is still shallow, but he has been able to cultivate the Heaven Opening Sword Art to the present level, which is much faster than he imagined.

If this were not the case, Zhao Fan would not continue to point out.

"That's right, sir."

"I have something to tell you."

"Two days ago, my grandfather and I took in a beautiful young lady."

After thanking Zhao Fan repeatedly, Xiaohu suddenly thought of something, and briefly explained the matter of his grandfather and grandson taking Lian Shengyue in.

"understood."

Hearing this, Zhao Fan didn't ask any further questions. This place is the ancestral home of the Wang family, and he was only staying here temporarily.

The grandfather and grandson of the Wang family are fine with whoever they take in, and it doesn't have much to do with him.

"Sir, you are not angry, are you?"

"Grandpa and I took in a person of unknown origin without your consent."

Noticing that Zhao Fan's reaction was very flat, Xiaohu thought that the former was a little unhappy, so he asked cautiously.

"It's okay."

"As long as it doesn't disturb my daily practice."

Zhao Fan shook his head, and immediately made a move, the teapot and other utensils appeared out of thin air, and the aroma of Wudao tea soon wafted out.

This is Shengxian Enlightenment Tea, a treasure presented by the ancestors of the Yan family before. For Zhao Fan, drinking a few cups can have the effect of clearing the heart and clearing the mind.

"Very fragrant tea!"

Smelling the rich aroma of Wudao tea, Xiaohu wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with his hand without disappointment.

"Come and taste half a cup, too."

"Before I was busy practicing, but I forgot that the Tea of ​​Immortal Enlightenment is also good for you."

Zhao Fan boiled the tea and poured half a cup for Xiaohu. To be on the safe side, he also purposely eliminated most of the energy of the Enlightenment tea, lest Xiaohu drink it and burst to death.

Xiaohu's cultivation level is still too shallow. Under normal circumstances, he can't bear the energy contained in half a cup of Enlightenment Tea.

"Thank you, sir."

Xiaohu's face was full of joy, and he picked up the teacup unceremoniously, and drank the Wudao tea.

"Buzz!"

In the next second, a surging and vigorous energy surged from Xiaohu's abdomen.

Xiaohu only felt hot all over his body, and his immature face soon turned red.

"Oh, it's so hot!"

"I feel like my whole body is going to burn."

"Sir, what kind of tea is this?"

Xiaohu was restless, jumping up and down like a little monkey.

"Practice the Heaven Opening Sword, and properly refine this energy for your own use. This is your chance."

Zhao Fan smiled, casually drank a cup of Enlightenment Tea, and dialed.

After being reminded by Zhao Fan, Xiaohu did not dare to slack off, and quickly used the formula of Kaitian Sword Dao to refine this overbearing Enlightenment Tea energy with his own immortal power.

The effect was immediate, and within a short while, Xiaohu's aura rose steadily, directly stepping from the early stage of Golden Immortal cultivation to the middle stage of Golden Immortal cultivation!

Moreover, his aura is still increasing at a steady rate.

"My God!"

"I broke through to the mid-Gold Immortal stage, how is this possible?"

Xiaohu couldn't believe it, he just drank half a cup of tea made by Zhao Fan, and broke through the realm directly on the spot?

It's amazing, isn't it?

Chapter 932 Awakening

Half an hour later, Xiaohu finally refined the energy of half a cup of Enlightenment Tea, and his cultivation was only one step away from the late Jinxian stage.

His big eyes were bright, and he came to Zhao Fan with a smirk, and asked, "Sir, what kind of tea is this?"

"Can I have another drink?"

Half a cup of tea allowed me to break through a small realm, so if I continued to drink a little more, wouldn't it be possible to break through to the late Golden Immortal stage, or even enter the Golden Immortal Stage of Consummation!

"Drink again, you're afraid you're going to fall down."

Zhao Fan shook his head and said.

The energy of Enlightenment Tea is not something that Xiaohu can bear.

"Ok."

The little tiger stared at the steaming Wudao tea with longing eyes, and finally resisted the impulse in his heart.

He knew that Mr. Zhao didn't need to drink anymore, so there must be a reason not to continue drinking.

"Help!"

While the two were talking, Old Man Wang's cry for help suddenly came from not far away.

"grandfather!"

Xiaohu followed the prestige, and saw his grandfather staggering towards him. Behind him, there was a strange sword light, following closely like a ghost.

Wherever Jianguang passed, no matter if it was an ancient building or a solid rock, it collapsed in an instant.

"Damn, you really deserve to die."

"Damn old man, you want to take off my clothes while I'm unconscious."

There was a loud shout like thunder.

"Injustice."