In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

Ever since the kendo meeting was mentioned that day, Bai Wu felt that all the fellow brothers on the whole mountain were different, as if they were all holding their breath.

Bai Wu had a rough guess in his mind from the few words he heard:

It was simply that his own sect was once the leader in swordsmanship, but the title was taken away by other sects.

All the senior brothers want to restore the glory of their sect, and what matters is that they have no choice but to do it.

"Zhao Ji, Wu Liu, Huan Yuanjing, Dai..."

On this day, Master Lianshan mentioned the names of several people, all of whom had made some achievements in kendo practice.

"You guys have reached a certain level of cultivation, so go down the mountain. Traveling around the world is the best way to sharpen your swords."

Several people were not surprised. Since ancient times, there has never been a sword immortal who became a sword master in isolation.

This day will come sooner or later.

"Junior brother, you are about to start refining the sword. Wait for the brothers to go down the mountain to find the best materials in the world for you."

The senior brother named Wu Liu looked so frail that he seemed as if he would be blown away by the wind, but the sword he danced with was the best-looking among all the senior brothers Bai Wu saw.

At this time, he touched Bai Wu's head and said with a smile.

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and a red gold-plated ball flew out of his mouth, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a sword.

Wu Liu took a step forward, his body following the sword, and turned into a stream of light and flew into the sky.

This set of operations made Bai Wu's eyes light up.

This is the sword immortal in his impression.

The so-called immortal poet could express half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty with just one word. How elegant and carefree he was.

Seeing his envious look, the other brothers who needed to gain experience also smiled and promised to find materials for him.

They have all seen Bai Wu's efforts over the past few days.

It was already agreed privately that even though the junior brother could not master the way of the sword, a sword pill would still be made for him.

Even if you can't use it, it's good to satisfy your craving.

When the disciples of Jianshan Peak have reached a certain level of practice, they will begin to forge their own swords.

From finding materials to sharpening the sword blank, you need to do it all by yourself and cannot ask others to do it for you. This is the sword that concerns your life.

Wu Liu's sword was exchanged by him for a 'red blood gilded' sword pill, which he had been refining with the fire in his heart for more than ten years.

"Okay, stop looking. You haven't completed your mission for today yet."

Master's wife Ning Wan touched his head.

Bai Wu shrank his neck.

The bad thing about his small size is that people always treat him like a child and like to touch his head.

Nearly a month had passed, and his vitality had greatly improved from before, exceeding one hundred and fifty.

He immediately stood up and picked up the kettle to water the plants such as the thousand-thread vine and white pigeon flower that Ning Wan was raising. This was his sect mission.

Compared with the complicated tasks of other senior brothers, he has a lot of free time.

......

"If you want to refine a sword pill, you must ignite the fire in your heart and use it to refine away the impurities in the material, leaving only the essence..."

In the place where classes are taught daily, Lianshan is teaching several disciples who have not yet started to refine the sword balls.

This includes white fog.

After explaining how to ignite the fire in one's heart, Lianshan began to test the cultivation levels of his disciples one by one.

Lianshan scolded the disciples until they shrank their necks like quails.

"With this little cultivation, how can you protect the human race and slay demons and monsters!"

"Bai Wu, how far have you come in practicing the sword technique? Can you complete a set of sword techniques?"

When it was Bai Wu's turn, Lian Shan's tone softened.

He has never had any expectations for this disciple. His greatest hope for Bai Wu is that he can live peacefully in this world until his death.

He was mentally prepared when he rescued the posthumous child from the demon.

"Master, I don't know how far I have come in practicing sword techniques. I'll show you a set."

Bai Wu stood up and said.

During this period of time, his sword skills continued to increase by +1+1+1... He didn't know what level he was at.

He didn't intend to hide it.

You came here to learn kendo, so if you hide it from your master, you'd be stupid.

"Is Wu going to practice swordplay?"

The disciples of Jianshan Peak who heard the noise came over.

During this period, Bai Wu practiced sword skills with them, and each session lasted only half an hour. They had no idea how far Bai Wu had progressed.

Bai Wu picked up his own bamboo sword, which was light but very handy.

Then he twisted his waist and mobilized all his strength. The bamboo sword turned into light and shadow, leaving a trace in this space.

As soon as Bai Wu made the move, Master Lianshan's expression changed.

His originally casual posture changed immediately. He straightened his back and focused on watching Bai Wu practice sword. His hand unconsciously touched the beard on his chin.

The expressions of the brothers who were watching also changed.

They were also practicing sword techniques, and could clearly feel that as their junior brother danced with the sword, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth was whirling into his body.

This is a symbol of minor success in sword practice!

Among their fellow disciples, the one who achieved the fastest success was the eldest brother Zhao Ji.

To achieve some success in three months is already very fast.

Now, at most, it will only take my junior brother a month to finish his work, right?

"Row—"

The last ray of sword light fell, leaving a shallow mark on the hard rock ground.

"Master, I've finished my training, what do you think?"

Lianshan stroked his beard, remained silent, and thought to himself:

'Is the so-called congenital deficiency and weak soul false? This is an established fact, but why? '

He looked at the white fog with confusion:

'Is he really a genius?'

After thinking for a while, he said:

"Yes, you have made some progress in the sword art. Your training speed is not slow, but it is still a little slower than your brothers. You need to practice more diligently."

He knew that Bai Wu only practiced for half an hour every day. If he had practiced all day like other brothers, what level would he have reached today?

dare not think, dare not think.

Listening to Lianshan's words, the other disciples opened their mouths but said nothing.

If they had Bai Wu's speed, they would have gone down the mountain to gain experience long ago.

Bai Wu nodded, it seemed that his congenital deficiency still held him back a bit.

"Your sword skills foundation has been solidified. From today on, you will go to the Qingshi Mountain next door to practice swordsmanship. You don't have to go with your brothers."

Lian Shan spoke, and added in his heart:

'So as not to ruin the moral integrity of your fellow practitioners.'

Bai Wu followed his advice and climbed to the top of the Qingshi Mountain next door every day to practice swordplay, accompanied by a large bluestone as tall as a person.

Spring went and autumn came, winter came and summer went, and over time, the large bluestone was covered with his sword marks.

From time to time, news came from the brothers who were training at the foot of the mountain:

The eldest senior brother Zhao Ji swung his sword to cut off the river in Jujiang City, and killed the third-level monster Broken Golden Crab that broke into the inland river and caused chaos with one sword.

When the sword appears, wind and thunder follow, so people call him the Wind and Thunder Sword Lord.

Ranked 53rd on the Human Elite Hunting List compiled by the Demon Clan, also known as the Human List.

All the humans on the list are hunted by the demons.

Over the years, many geniuses have been hunted down and fallen.

Senior Brother Wu Liu roamed around the land of flowers and willows. He was always victorious with his sword and had killed more than ten succubi from the demon tribe. He was called the Flower Picking Prince.

Senior Brother Huan Yuanjing had a conflict with a Taoist disciple. The younger one was beaten and then the older one came. It happened to be seen by the eldest senior brother who was passing by.

The eldest brother chose to destroy the opponent with one sword, and the other brother fled in disgrace...

Three years have passed in a flash...