Misty World: Become an Immortal Level Refiner at the Start

this day.

Mo Fan directly advanced the story to the period of the Conferred Gods.

It greatly satisfies the story desires of the following people:

When Mo Fan stood up and walked away, they were still immersed in it and still had unfinished thoughts.

"Longevity."

"Tomorrow is the day of my return. As my disciple, you are obviously not qualified to hold a small bamboo sword."

"so."

"I'm teaching you a sword style."

Mo Fan is very powerful now, but there is not much he can teach.

Like Zhu Xian, he wouldn't be able to teach this skill even if he wanted to.

but.

As a profession, the three swords of the Immortal Sword Master can be taught: "The name of this sword style is: Past."

"Take a good look."

After saying that, Mo Fan started moving with his sword.

Although I don’t know why tomorrow’s grand return day will allow her to enter the timeline.

However, since she is his disciple, she must be given some self-protection skills.

soon.

For three hours, after Mo Fan asked her to memorize sword moves, he began to instill theories.

The most important thing about the three swords of the Immortal Sword Master is not the moves.

But perception.

He has a system that allows him to realize things instantly, but for people without a system, it is difficult.

but,

Mo Fan was a little surprised by Chang Sheng's understanding.

Just for a moment, she actually said in a sweet voice: "Master, I seem to understand this sword somewhat." ’

Changsheng stood in front of the door holding a bamboo sword.

"Master, do you want to use this sword with a spirit of no hesitation?"

The breeze blew and the trees in front of the house began to rustle.

One or two leaves fell leisurely from the tree.

"Master, is that so?"

"Just like the fallen leaves, one second it was high, but the next second it was low."

"For this trajectory, for the leaves, the last second is its past."

"And in the past, with one sword, it meant going upstream without hesitation?"

The previous talk about immortality was nothing.

But as soon as he said this, Mo Fan looked at Changsheng strangely.

What a guy, what a savvy!

but.

Mo Fan shook his head: "How can this sword be so simple?" As he said that, Mo Fan smiled slightly and started to explain using the leaves as an example of longevity.

"What you're talking about is just superficial."

“Think outside the box and be a little bolder.”

"The leaves fall from the tree and it's floating in the air, and you would think its future is to end up in the dirt."

"but."

"Falling into the dirt is actually its past, and this is what it is going to do now!"

"Back on the branch!"

"Return to the tender leaves!"

"This is the first time I try to pass the sword!"

"!?"

Although Mo Fan said it very straightforwardly, when these words poured into Changsheng's mind.

To be honest, the city is a bit confusing.

"Clam?"

"This, this doesn't seem right."

"But it seems to make sense."

Chang Sheng felt like he was going to grow a brain.

Looking at Changsheng scratching his head, Mo Fan smiled: "Haha, if you can't figure it out, think slowly, as long as you understand this sword."

"Nothing can stop you under the sun."

"Ok!"

Changsheng's eyes shone brightly: "In the past, in Qingzhumen, everyone was striving for one goal, to become an immortal."

"Master, I will definitely surpass immortals in the future!"

……

Soon, when Mo Fan left, Changsheng was still stabbing the sword tirelessly in place.

Every time he stabbed with the sword, his mind kept thinking about Mo Fan's previous teachings.

Looking back at the hard-working Chang Sheng, Mo Fan shook his head and left.

Only one day left.

She definitely can't do anything well now.

Don’t you see, Ya Ya in the apartment has the blessing of the apartment. She can borrow Zhu Xian’s sword in the future, but she cannot use the sword in the past.

After Mo Fan walked away.

Banmeng came to the vicinity of Changsheng.

Looking at Changsheng who was practicing swordsmanship in the distance, Banmeng's pupils dilated slightly.

"Her sword..."

"It's senior's swordsmanship!"

Looking at it, Ban Meng didn't know why, and felt mixed emotions in his heart.

If so, she only believed half of it before.

But now she completely believes it.

He couldn't help but breathe heavily.

Changsheng, you who are always chirping, you who are always talkative, and you who are always playful, it turns out that you will be so great in the future.

Create a spiritual path...

As the longevity gradually improved, Ban Meng became more and more shocked as he watched.

just now.

At a young age, she

Vaguely, one can actually see a scornful temperament.

Without disturbing Chang Sheng, Ban Meng turned around and left with some tears flashing in the corners of his eyes.

She didn't know why she wanted to cry,

But looking at Changsheng struggling to dance the sword, she wanted to cry.

He took off the Green Bamboo Sword from his waist and touched the sword body carefully in his dream: "Green Bamboo Sword, Green Bamboo Sword,"

"It's obviously inappropriate to call you Qingzhujian now."

"From now on, I will change your name."

Ban Meng looked back.

At this time, the sky was turning into night, and the moonlight was shining brightly on her skirt in the sky: "The Sword of Eternal Life."

……

This night.

After the major leaders digested Mo Fan's ancient story, they began to feel melancholy.

Without him.

Tomorrow is the homecoming day.

How can this stop people from worrying?

Although, to be honest, the magical fragment from before can keep everyone safe.

but.

Great return day,

Great homecoming.

Just a name, just three words, cut off everyone's path to immortality, and caused the whole world to sink.

That night, the major leaders who couldn't sleep gathered together.

"Tomorrow, we will face the big day."

"In the past few days, senior has let us know what it means to be a real frog in the well."

"We are not even ants."

"but."

"Tomorrow, are we going to run away without a fight?"

"I, the head of the Baiyun Sect, am respectfully called an immortal by the world and protect this place."

"I'm not willing to just run away like this."

"Yes, I, Duanshui Sect, have been in existence for five hundred years. Even if we are ants, the accumulation of these five hundred years can at least make the return day painful!"

"what?"

"It seems we all have the same idea."

When everyone said this, they looked at each other.

If no new disciples had arrived in the past few days, they might not have had this thought.

but now.

"Anyway, we have disciples who can pass on the sect."

"Great homecoming, haha."

"We are all old immortals, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Come."

"The seniors protect the younger ones. Tomorrow, let's fight!"

"Let's see what this great return day is capable of!"

"Not bad!"

"Ha ha……"

in this way,

Time flies.

The next day, everyone felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy and were ready to fight.

Unlike these people, Mo Fan was still sleeping.

Only when the sun was three o'clock in the sky, when the sun was the strongest in the sky, did Mo Fan get up and came to the front of everyone.

Looking up, Mo Fan looked at the big sun in the sky.

Compared to yesterday, today, the huge breath of life is more intense.

And as the breath gets heavier.

Mo Fan frowned.

Because, this breath actually made him feel a little familiar!