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

“Ahem, sword intent, did I hear it right?!”

Inside the office, the old man who had spoken earlier widened his eyes and almost choked himself.

His eyes were fixed on the screen, showing the figure of Bai Wu holding the wooden sword, with a strange look on his face.

"Is this Bai Wu crazy?"

Others also felt it was ridiculous at first.

Even these revived high-level cultivators, who are not full-time sword practitioners, have not yet honed their sword skills. How can a young boy like you do this?

In an instant, they made a judgment on Bai Wu in their hearts:

This white fog is a deceiver who steals the reputation!

Then, they watched Bai Wu pull out the wooden sword...

Time suddenly lengthened at this moment...

"Zheng!"

The silver bottle is broken, water slurry bursts out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns!

A sound of metal and iron cut through the space and suddenly spread out.

From the kendo room, the Taoist building, the teaching area, to the entire Taoist academy!

The sound of the sword echoed throughout the entire academy, but it stopped just within the confines of the monastic academy.

It was as if a meteorite had hit the planet, and thick fog was rolling up into the sky.

An extreme sword intent rose up in an instant!

Like a solitary peak, it suddenly rises from the ground and looks down on the world!

At this moment, everyone could feel the vastness and power of the sword intent.

There is nothing else between heaven and earth besides this.

The practitioners, the teachers, the administrative lady in the toilet...

All people and things stopped moving, their minds occupied by the sword intent.

"This is?!!"

In the kendo room of the Jianjia class, Ouyang Xijian, who was still teaching, was stiff and his hand holding the sword could not stop shaking.

There is such a supreme sword spirit in this world!

His eyes widened!

A feeling of frustration rose in his heart. He was far inferior to the realm of sword power.

In the teaching office, everyone was speechless.

Only Liu Yongshou whispered subconsciously:

"It turns out it's really him."

"Who?"

Liu Yongshou asked.

"A legend."

Liu Yongshou wanted to continue asking, but Xie Youqian in his mind did not answer, which made him feel itchy.

Inside the kendo room, Bai Wu looked at the students who had turned into puppets. He put down the wooden sword that he had inserted back without knowing when, and asked with a smile:

"This is the power of sword intent. How do you feel?"

As soon as the words fell, the kendo room exploded in an instant, with all kinds of "wow" sounds coming one after another, expressing the shock in their hearts.

"Brother Wu, you are my only brother, I want to learn this!"

"Brother Wu, I have a sister, she is 37 years old, sweet and domineering, and most importantly, she is also a cosplayer."

"Brother Wu, I don't have a sister or a younger sister, but if you want to see the good stuff, it's not impossible..."

All the students looked at the white mist eagerly.

Sword intent, the pursuit of kendo practitioners!

What's more, Brother Wu's sword intent is simply at the level of Kunlun Master!

"Don't worry, I'm sure that as long as you practice swordsmanship with all your heart, you will reach my level sooner or later.

Among sword cultivators, my sword skills are nothing."

Bai Wu comforted him with a smile.

"Now, let's learn the sword skills. Everyone must study hard."

Bai Wu took out his cell phone, connected it to the computer, and opened the video.

Yes, he doesn't plan to practice by himself anymore. With himself releasing the sword-fighting field here, the effect of watching the video won't be much different.

Seeing Bai Wu's movements, everyone in the kendo room watched with utmost concentration, and before they knew it, they were absorbed in it.

They must cherish this opportunity.

"Master Xiang Ping, is this the Bai Wu you mentioned who knows nothing about sword techniques?"

Several leaders of the monastic academy slowly turned their heads and looked dimly at Xiang Ping who was still in a confused state.

Xiang Ping simply remained silent.

Bai Wu's sword skills were far superior to his, so how could he not be able to practice sword techniques?

Thinking of what he had said before, the blood rushed to my head, and it turned red, and I felt my face burning.

Looking at the other monks, each of them was so depressed that they were speechless.

The sword intent just now was like a mountain, lying in their hearts. They wanted to say a few derogatory words, but they couldn't even open their mouths.

In just a few months, the shadow in my heart could not be eliminated.

I stared at the screen in a trance, watching Bai Wu leisurely sitting on a chair reading a book, with only one thought in my mind:

Is this still a human being?

At this time, several monks came to the teaching office one after another. They were all monks who were teaching and not in the office.

"Who was the one who did that sword intent just now?"

The first thing they said when they came in was to ask who the person was.

"There are not even two people in the cultivation world who can display this kind of sword intent, let alone this world."

Several people looked at the monks in the office, trying to figure out who released the sword intent.

Unfortunately, no one came forward to admit it. Instead, a leader of the monastic academy pointed at the screen with a strange but relieved look on his face:

"That's the person you're looking for."

Ouyang Xijian and the others looked away and their expressions changed immediately.

This unique skill of changing faces really delighted the leaders of the monastic academy.

These monks rely on the exclusive preaching resources they control, and some of them are very arrogant.

Just like the old man who ridiculed Bai Wu at the beginning, he asked for all kinds of services all day long, saying that he was used to being the ancestor in the sect and had to be served by someone.

Now, haha.

I bother!

"White mist..."

Ouyang Xijian's face was tense and his thoughts were in a mess.

Their arrival finally broke the dead silence in the office and people started talking.

"Where did Bai Wu get such a strong swordsmanship?"

The old man's voice was very soft this time, and the arrogance in his tone was cut off by the sword.

To be honest, he felt that his soul was like a small boat in the storm and could be destroyed at any time.

No wonder Bai Wu killed the old monk Vajrayogini’s soul so easily.

He was afraid.

"Could it be that a certain sword master has awakened in the white mist? He is also a human body, so this is the only possibility."

A monk pointed out the most likely possibility.

"But who has such a high level of swordsmanship, the Sword Killer Qiu from the Sword Sect?"

"No, I have seen Jian Sha Qiu's sword intent, it is not like this, nor is it so powerful."

Xiang Ping shook his head.

"Where are the sword cultivators from the East Sea Sword Manor?"

Someone looked at Ouyang Xijian, who had a frown on his face.

"There is no such person in my Jianzhuang."

Ouyang Xijian shook his head subconsciously, his thoughts were still in chaos. He had some inspiration, but he could never grasp it.

"Besides these two leading sword sects, who else could it be? It can't be that he cultivated it on his own, right?"

The monks were silent, their minds still not recovering from the sword intent.

A sneer sounded in Liu Yongshou's mind:

"It's ridiculous that they could even forget such a legend. No wonder Venerable Bai Wu didn't come out to help the cultivation world in the end."