My projections are all the roots of the Holy Spirit

Little Xu Jun looked stunned and said, Senior brother, are you also following this path?

Qingfeng's face condensed slightly.

This little junior brother is so unlovable.

If other children hurt him in front of him, Qingfeng would definitely chase them away.

But now, he shook his head slightly and said: This path is not suitable for most people. Ordinary sword cultivators... still follow the ordinary path honestly.

He secretly added in his mind.

Your talent can guarantee that you will gain one buzz per month. Even if you get to a hundred buzzes, it will only take more than eight years.

However, when I practiced the innate sword sound, I worked hard for a year, but I could only increase it by one sound.

If I also follow this path of breaking through the realm with strength...

Before I reach the limit of sword sound, I will already die of old age.

It’s just that you just have to think about these words, and it’s impossible to say them anyway.

Little Xujun suddenly sighed. Although he was young, he felt a lot of emotion.

Qingfeng was startled and looked at the little guy suspiciously.

This kid was born in Xujiazhuang Main Academy. In order to keep his sword heart from becoming dusty, he was rarely allowed to have contact with outsiders.

Logically speaking, at this age, there shouldn't be anything sentimental.

Could it be...

Qingfeng glanced somewhere at Xu Jun.

No, he is still a child and should not have such needs yet.

With a slight cough, Qingfeng said: Junior brother, what are you sighing for?

Xiao Xujun said without hesitation: Senior brother, I want to be like you, able to fly with a sword and hurt the enemy with my sword energy. Otherwise, once I meet an immortal cultivator, I will definitely not be my opponent.

Only then did Qingfeng realize. He laughed. He was indeed a sword cultivator. His sword core was as iron as steel and not dusty. He really thought too much.

Junior brother, actually you don't have to think this way. Haha, the power of the innate sword sound is far beyond what you can guess.

Little Xu Jun looked excited and said, Really?

Yes. Qingfeng said in a deep voice: There are also strong and weak levels among immortal cultivators. Only in the later stages of Qi training can we borrow the magic of magic weapons and barely fly. Hey, this doesn't even count as flying. Not yet.

He paused and then said: In terms of power, your current twenty-two sword sounds are enough to surpass many Qi Refiners who are on the first or second level of Qi training. If you can make sixty-six sword sounds, The sword in your hand can easily kill someone in the early stages of Qi training.

Little Xu Jun's eyes flashed and he said, But the Qi Refiner has magic weapons and talismans in his hands.

So what about the magic weapon and talisman. Qingfeng sneered: If the magic power is not pure in the early stage of Qi training, how powerful can it be? Huh, the sword with sixty-six bells is indestructible and can kill it.

Sixty-six sword sounds can easily kill someone in the early stages of Qi training?

Not only little Seojun, but also Seojun himself, who was watching, felt that he was a little over the top.

Senior brother, what if I master the hundred sword sounds?

Hey, with more than sixty-six sword cries, you can compete with the middle stage of Qi training. One hundred sword cries, killing the middle stage of Qi training is like killing chickens and dogs, it's not worth mentioning.

Wow, what about the later stages of Qi training? Little Xu Jun became even more happy.

The corner of Qingfeng's mouth twitched slightly and said: Junior brother, I am in the advanced stage of Qi training. Do you want to kill me?

How is that possible? Senior brother is worrying too much.

Qingfeng put his hands behind his back and said proudly: In the later stage of Qi training, if I fight you head-on, or if you raise your sword to sneak attack, you will most likely be reincarnated. However, if you are prepared in the later stage of Qi training and control the magic weapon to fly, Hanging you from a distance...it depends on whether his mana is exhausted first or whether your sword is broken first.

Little Xu Jun nodded slightly, and now he understood how powerful the so-called Bai Ming Lian Gang was.

Qingfeng hesitated for a moment and then said: When you use the Baiming Gang method to open up the sky and transform into the mortal world, you will gain great benefits. Therefore, you must guard against arrogance and impetuosity now, and do not make any rash advances.

Senior brother, what's the benefit? Xiao Xujun asked expectantly.

Qingfeng smiled slightly and said: Ten Ming's Gang Transformation Qi and Bai Ming's Gang Transformation Qi, do you think they are the same sword energy?

Xiao Xujun felt itchy after hearing this, and wanted to know more about it.

But Qingfeng firmly shut her mouth this time and refused to say anything.

However, Qingfeng's heart was full of helplessness.

There must be a difference between the ten-ring Qi transformation and the Bai-ming Qi transformation. There was a description in the sword record in the sect, but that description was too simple.

It’s just that Bai Ming turns into Qi and has infinite power.

But to what extent is infinity? Not to mention him, even the ancestor was vague about it. He looked incomprehensible, but in fact he knew nothing.

Because before Xiao Xujun, the entire Galaxy Realm had never heard of any mortal being able to successfully transform Qi using the Bai Ming Gang Refining Method.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t!

Just thinking about it, adding one more time to one year is enough to make everyone fall into despair.

Perhaps, only those ancient powerful beings have such terrifying abilities.

Xiao Xujun asked for a long time, but still found nothing.

His little mouth has long been pouted enough to hang a soy sauce bottle.

So, he looked up, his eyes as bright as stars.

Brother, my hands are itchy now. Let's have another fight.

Qingfeng bared his teeth and said reluctantly: Junior brother, haven't we already sparred today?

However, I want to increase the sound of the sword faster, and the effect of practicing swordsmanship alone is far less than that of sparring with you.

Qingfeng was silent for a long time. Of course he could see that the little guy's sparring was fake and his desire to vent his anger was real.

But this is really none of my business.

At this moment, Qingfeng felt a little regretful. Why did he say those last words?

This is called disaster coming from the mouth.

He had the intention to refuse, but after thinking about what his master had said before leaving, he had no choice but to sigh and said, Okay, I'll just let you enjoy it.

The two came to the martial arts training ground, and Xiao Xujun took out a long sword from the weapons rack.

For a swordsman like him who has a clear sword heart, if he gets a magic weapon, his power will naturally be greatly increased.

But even if he takes a dead branch, he can guarantee the lower limit.

This is a peerless swordsman with a clear sword heart, and he is so unreasonable.

Brother, please don't hit and fly again this time. Little Xu Jun said suddenly, holding the sword to his chest.

Qingfeng smiled bitterly and said, Just remember it for my brother.

Although there is still a big gap between the two in terms of their actual combat prowess at this time, if they only rely on swordsmanship...

Qingfeng suddenly felt his scalp numb.

The task assigned by Master this time is really not easy to complete.

Without the use of magic weapons and talismans, it is indeed extremely difficult to compete with my junior fellow apprentice without hurting him at all.

After all, the junior brother has already mastered the sword, but ordinary magic power cannot be resisted!

Little Xu Jun flicked his wrist, and his sword suddenly shot out, rolling towards the breeze.

A moment later, among the dazzling sword light, a figure suddenly rose from the sky and flew straight into the sky.

Senior brother, you are a swindler again...