After the demon king took the house, he bent [Cultivation]

Chu Tianyou shook his head and said nothing.

Ah Bao was not willing to be lonely, and walked up to him, shaking his buttocks, and looked at him with his paws on his face and blinked.

"Junior Sister."

"Huh?" Chu Tianyou didn't know what he wanted to do.

"Do you know that junior sister just now? What is your relationship with junior sister? It seems that the relationship seems to be very good."

"Don't worry about it." He knocked on A Bao's head.

"Aww—Junior Sister bullied the bear." Abao groaned and lay down on the ground, thinking that if Junior Sister didn't say anything, there must be something wrong.

That new disciple looks like a human being, and looks quite suitable for his junior sister from the outside, but he doesn't know what kind of personality he is.

Wujianping.

"Wu Ya, you're back? What's wrong with your clothes?" Shi Yi stopped practicing his sword, ran towards him, and saw that his clothes were a little dusty with some blood stains on them.

"It's okay, I was not careful." Ji Wuya didn't care.

He glanced around, most of the newcomers and outer disciples were practicing swords, and the inner disciples had already gone back.

"Have you chosen the exercise you want to practice?" Shi Yi was a little curious.

"I've chosen, why don't you come here to practice?" Ji Wuya laughed, and raised the wooden sword in his hand, "But with a wooden sword, maybe it won't last long?"

Shi Yi couldn't understand what he said, but soon he understood what Ji Wuya meant.

The wooden sword couldn't withstand the infusion of spiritual power.

Every move and move of the Shangqing swordsmanship drives the aura of the heavens and the earth to circulate. A fine steel long sword that has been tempered for thousands of years can't be used for a long time, let alone a wooden sword.

At the end of the first round, the wooden sword was slightly cracked.

"For this sword technique, he must have chosen the Shangqing sword technique." The inner sect disciple watched from the side, whispered to each other for a while, and figured out which sword formula Ji Wuya was practicing.

There are quite a few people who choose Shangqing swordsmanship, but compared with the other two kinds of swordsmanship, it is much less.

"Should be right."

"The wooden sword won't last the second time." A young man rubbed his chin, untied the sword from his waist and threw it towards Ji Wuya, "Junior brother, take the sword."

"Senior Brother Qinghe? What are you?" The disciple standing next to him was surprised.

"I want to see him continue to practice swordsmanship. You don't practice Shangqing swordsmanship, so you may not have noticed it at the first time. His Shangqing swordsmanship has a different taste." Qinghe said with a smile.

Ji Wuya took the sword thrown by Qinghe. Although the sword was forged from the spirit mine, it did not condense the sword spirit.Feel free to throw the scabbard aside and start the first sword.

These beginner disciples are relatively young, and the oldest one has only been a disciple for a hundred years. He has no chance to see the sword master's peerless demeanor in practicing swords back then, and fortunately, he did not live in the fear of being surpassed by "new disciples".

But today they are unlucky.

A new disciple who has just started, even a monk who has completed Qi training, should not break through in front of them and under the eyes of everyone.

When Ji Wuya practiced the Shangqing swordsmanship for the seventh time, the surrounding wind seemed to be a little different, and the spiritual power surged into a vortex storm.

"Not good." Qinghe raised his hand and waved all the disciples who were not cultivated around him out of the safe range, but his eyes were fixed on Ji Wuya who was swinging the sword without blinking.

The Wujianping Ping is already full of aura. On weekdays, apart from disciples practicing swords here, there will also be disciples meditating on the other side.

Unexpectedly, all the aura on Wujianping was in chaos today, and after the chaos, it calmed down again, and finally surged towards a figure who was practicing sword.

"He's going to forge a Daoist foundation."

With a dignified expression on Qinghe's face, his subordinates threw the spirit-gathering formation almost without any hesitation, and then a spirit stone was shot into the formation's eye.

In an instant, the richness of the spiritual energy went up to a higher level.

"No way, senior brother Qinghe, is he building the foundation here?" The disciple next to him was dumbfounded, "Isn't he afraid that the foundation building will fail if he doesn't have enough spiritual energy?"

"The speed at which a single spiritual root absorbs spiritual energy is truly terrifying."

"It should be that he has realized something from practicing swords, so he has entered into samadhi, otherwise he should stop practicing." Qinghe watched the gradually formed spiritual vortex, which stirred up the clouds in the sky, but Ji Wuya, who was in the middle, couldn't see anything discomfort.

"Everyone back away, don't get close to Ji Wuya, don't cause a spiritual riot." Qing He glanced at the several juniors around him.

Everyone's cultivation is around the golden core stage, and it's a little bit reluctant to stay here.

The power of the heavens and the earth, the monks at the golden core stage still cannot resist.

Ji Wuya in the center of the aura vortex closed his eyes, but the sword in his hand was still swinging, but the speed was getting faster and faster, and in the end, the sword even appeared double.

He didn't settle down, he just pretended to be like this.

Building a foundation is a matter of course.

Wangchen Peak.

"What's going on here?" Chu Tianyou stood on the top of the peak, looking at the celestial phenomenon caused by the aura below the mountain.

Po lay on the hammock between two trees, yawned with his mouth open, and turned over.

"Who knows, why don't you go and have a look, junior sister. The master is in charge of the uncle's retreat. If the master is not there, there will be an elder from the inner sect." The implication of Abao's words is that he does not care about things.

Chu Tianyou was silent for a while, put away the ancient Qiyao sword and went down the mountain.

I didn't plan to go, but after listening to A Bao, I was indeed not very competent.That direction looks like the location of Wujianping. There are many disciples on Wujianping all the year round. If something happens...

The vigorous and light figure stepped on the treetops all the way down.

It took an hour for the surge of spiritual energy to gradually calm down, and the vortex formed by the spiritual energy slowly dissipated.

Ji Wuya moved his body a bit, felt the power after the foundation was established, and with the help of the spiritual power that had not dissipated just now, he pushed his cultivation to the third floor of the foundation in one fell swoop.

"Comfortable." He laughed, feeling that the wound on his chest was a lot easier.

"Thank you, brother." He threw the sword in his hand towards Qinghe, looking at the Spirit Gathering Formation under his feet that had no effect.

"The Spirit Gathering Formation is abolished, there is a chance to return one to the senior brother."

Qinghe was amazed by his current cultivation, he retracted his sword and hung it on his waist, the corner of his mouth raised.

"You're welcome, if the Spirit Gathering Formation is broken, it will be broken, as long as it doesn't delay the junior brother's foundation establishment."

The inner disciples next to them clenched their swords tightly, looking at the junior brother who had just established the foundation and was at the third level of the foundation, and still remembered the excitement and pride he had when he successfully established the foundation.

Looking at the calm and composed expression of the younger brother in front of him, he silently made a decision in his heart to work harder in cultivation.

In the forest outside Wujianping, a piece of light blue clothes was exposed, which disappeared after a while.

"I don't know the name of the younger brother." Qinghe cupped his fists and cupped his hands.

"Ji Wuya, senior brother Qinghe." Ji Wuya reported his name, and then called Qinghe with a smile, "I don't know that senior brother has advice."

"I don't dare to teach you, but I just saw that my junior brother practiced the sword in a different posture just now, and I want to ask for advice..." Qinghe said it very straightforwardly, without any obscurity at all.

Seeing that Qinghe opened his mouth, the other inner disciples glanced at each other, then excitedly rushed forward and surrounded Ji Wuya.

They are sword repairers, and they can best tell whether others have talent in sword repair.

Ji Wuya is undoubtedly the natural swordsman, at least he is the most talented person they have seen so far, and they don't know if they will meet someone with better talent than him in the future.

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