Nascent Soul boss in the interstellar

Wujizong practiced on the cliff at the back of the mountain, Zhang Feng paused while holding the sword, a trace of disbelief appeared on his face, and the figure disappeared suddenly in the next second.

Like a Sanskrit sound, the low whispering sound fell into Quzixiu's ears non-stop. Every sound seemed to contain a kind of experience and sword intent. The feeling of empowerment.

"metropolitan!"

A person suddenly exclaimed, Ming Chen heard the words and subconsciously looked over, only to see Zhang Fengyang staring at Qu Zixiu with burning eyes, the expression on his face couldn't hide his excitement.

Ming Chen pursed his lips, tensed his body calmly, and ensured that he could react immediately if any situation occurred.

This strange and quiet atmosphere lasted for nearly two hours, Wan Jian's contention gradually stopped, Qu Zixiu's body fell to the ground, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"What's your name? You are willing to take me as your teacher!" Zhang Fengyang appeared in front of Qu Zixiu, his voice filled with anticipation and joy.

Ming Chen and Qu Zixiu looked at each other, and briefly told him the general situation with their spiritual sense.

Qu Zixiu was silent for a moment, then bowed his fists to Zhang Fengyang: "Master!"

"Okay!" Zhang Fengyang responded directly. He turned to the person in charge of the test and said, "I'll take them away first. You can continue the test for the rest."

The moment he stepped out the door, Qu Zixiu calmly gave Ming Chen a reassuring look.

Inside the Jiange

Zhang Fengyang stood with his hands behind his back. He looked at Qu Zixiu with fixed eyes.

"What did you understand in Chaos Sword Gang just now?" Zhang Fengyang was like a strict teacher, carefully examining the students' knowledge.

Qu Zixiu thought about it for a while, and answered half truth and half false: "I feel countless sword intents, intricate, but there seems to be some kind of consistency between them."

Qu Zixiu's statement was vague, but as Zhang Fengyang who had the same situation a hundred years ago, he naturally understood Qu Zixiu's meaning completely.

He patted Qu Zixiu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are right. One life is two, two is three, and three is all things. There is some kind of fundamental connection between all things, and the way of swordsmanship is the same to the end. There are not so many moves in swordsmanship, everyone innovates on the same basis, and as time goes by, they gradually have a lot of swordsmanship and swordsmanship."

A few words, but like enlightenment, all the confusion in Qu Zixiu's heart dissipated, yes, the so-called no sword is better than a sword, this is the truth.

The practice of kendo does not require too many moves, as long as one understands the most fundamental thing, all the things derived from it can find the corresponding method to dismantle the moves.

"Thank you, master, for your advice!" Qu Zixiu expressed his gratitude sincerely.

Seeing that Qu Zixiu understood, Zhang Fengyang nodded with a faint smile. He had always hoped to have a talented disciple. After waiting for so many years, he finally got it.

"What is your sword?" Zhang Fengyang asked again.

Jianxiu's aura is always slightly different from other monks, and Qu Zixiu can understand his words so quickly, he must have studied the sword deeply before.

Qu Zixiu didn't hide it either. Pofeng Sword might be a very good magic weapon in the realm of comprehension, but in the lower heaven realm, it can be regarded as relatively advanced at best, not top-notch, so he can use it without any pressure. take it out.

Qu Zixiu flicked his palm, and the Po Feng Sword appeared in his hand, with a strong and bitter chill, and its momentum was like a thousand junctures.

Zhang Fengyang shrank his eyes, and his fingers hovered in the air across the Pofeng Sword, the traces of sword energy seemed to clamor to come out.

"Good sword!" Zhang Fengyang praised sincerely.

Putting his fingers together, Qu Zixiu slid on the Pofeng Sword, swung his right hand, and a sword energy rushed towards Zhang Fengyang.

Zhang Fengyang dodged sideways, looking at Qu Zixiu with a bit of surprise in his eyes, Qu Zixiu pointed at Zhang Fengyang with the tip of his sword, with a very flamboyant smile on his face, he smiled and said, "Master, can you guide me?"

Zhang Fengyang has been obsessed with kendo for nearly a hundred years, dancing with the sword all day long, he has not seen such an interesting person for a long time.

He raised his head and laughed loudly, Qu Zi kept his body still, he knew that Zhang Fengyang meant he agreed.

The sparring between sword cultivators can promote each other's realm. Qu Zixiu has not sparred with others for a long time, and finally met a top sword cultivator.

Moreover, he has just learned something special from Chaos Sword Hill, so he can take this opportunity to test the effect.

"Follow me!" Zhang Fengyang disappeared in a flash, and Qu Zixiu followed quickly.

practice sword cliff

The wind in the mountains rustled his clothes, Qu Zixiu and Zhang Fengyang stood opposite each other, each holding a long sword.

The corner of Qu Zixiu's mouth slowly curled into a smile, and with a movement of his body, he flew directly towards Zhang Fengyang.

"Bang bang one"

There were bursts of sound of swords colliding in the air, and the fierce sword energy swept across the air, and there were not many new sword marks on the cliff.

Qu Zixiu felt that every trace of blood in his body was clamoring. His sword technique contained the sword intent he had just experienced, and he seemed to be more handy when using the Pofeng Sword.

The sword moves according to the heart, as one wishes, constantly changing.

The appreciation in Zhang Fengyang's eyes grew stronger. He originally wanted to guide Qu Zixiu, but Qu Zixiu's comprehension in the way of swordsmanship really exceeded his expectations.

Between every fight, Qu Zixiu's swordsmanship seems to have improved, and it seems that he will appreciate something new every time.

He is like a sponge, as long as you squeeze it hard, water will drip.

Zhang Fengyang felt that he had never been so excited like today. He seemed to understand why the corner of his mouth was always smiling when his master taught him that day.

Zhang Fengyang intentionally and constantly stimulated Qu Zixiu. The sword moves were different every time, leaving no trace at all. In addition, there was a huge gap between Qu Zixiu's own cultivation level and Zhang Fengyang's. Qu Zixiu had to deal with it. It's getting harder and harder.

But although the body is getting more and more unbearable, Qu Zixiu's mental state is getting more and more excited.

It's been a long time since he felt like sailing against the current.

Moreover, although Zhang Fengyang pressed him step by step, he did not really put irreversible pressure on him. Qu Zixiu enjoyed the process very much.

The two fought heartily, and at the end, Zhang Fengyang stood holding his long sword behind his back, while Qu Zixiu was lying paralyzed on the ground, with the Pofeng sword lying beside him, the whole person was in a completely exhausted state. In the state of being in a good state, but there is a bright smile on the corner of his mouth. This kind of hearty feeling is really refreshing.

"Zixiu, you have good talent and plenty of experience in battle. If you practice hard, you will definitely be able to make a difference in the way of swordsmanship in the future." Zhang Feng stretched out his hand in front of Quzi Xiu.

Qu Zixiu looked up at Zhang Fengyang, raised his hand to put it on, and with Zhang Fengyang's strength, he stood up directly.

"Master, thank you for your advice!"

The fact that Qu Zixiu caused a controversy among thousands of swords at Chaotic Sword Hill quickly spread throughout the Wuji Sect, and he was directly accepted as a disciple by Zhang Fengyang on the spot, which made all the disciples of the Wuji Sect envious.

"Who is this song repairer? It's so powerful?"

"I don't know, to be able to be spotted by the suzerain at a glance, the ability is absolutely very strong."

"The purpose of my coming to the Promise Sect is to get some advice from the suzerain, but I didn't expect to encounter the situation of the suzerain accepting disciples directly. This feeling is really hard to describe!"

Ming Chen was walking on the road, listening to everyone discussing about Qu Zixiu, a quick smile flashed in his eyes, Qu Zixiu was originally a proud son of heaven, it was only normal to be envied by others.

Ming Chen came to the place where Qu Zi practiced sword with several turns. When he arrived, Qu Zi Xiu was waving a long sword, and Ming Chen waited and watched.

His eyes narrowed slightly, he had been with Qu Zixiu for a long time, and he was familiar with Qu Zixiu's sword skills, but today he clearly felt that Qu Zixiu's sword skills had changed a lot.

In the past, Qu Zixiu's sword moves were very fierce, and each move seemed to be mixed with a powerful force, but today's sword moves seem to have become more concise, and every move and style is extremely simple, but At the same time, it seems to contain endless energy.

Qu Zixiu's figure kept changing in the air, Ming Chen was dazzled by seeing it, but at the same time felt his heart tremble.

Also trembling, was his Potianjian. The Potianjian and Pofengjian belonged to the same line. The Pofengjian played so well outside, how could the Potianjian hold it back!

Ming Chen flicked his right hand, and the Potian Sword immediately appeared in his hand. With a sway of his figure, he appeared in the air, and the Potian Sword met the Pofeng Sword, and a fierce sword flower collided in the air.

The corner of Qu Zixiu's mouth twitched into a smile, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and in the next moment, he directly confronted Ming Chen.

Although the main purpose of the two of them was to exchange ideas, they did not restrain their body movements at all except for the power of their sword moves.At the beginning, Ming Chen could barely catch Qu Zixiu's sword moves, but gradually, he found himself struggling more and more. Although Qu Zixiu's sword moves were slow, Ming Chen could cope with them. Afterwards, it was discovered that the sword move seemed to speed up in an instant, which made people feel caught off guard.

Qu Zixiu's sword moves were extremely flexible, slow and slow, as he wanted, after a while, Ming Chen couldn't catch it completely, and the Potian Sword in his hand was knocked down directly.

The sword in Jianxiu's hand was knocked down, which means failure.

Ming Chen landed slowly, he put away the broken sky sword that fell on the ground, looked at Qu Zixiu with eyes full of smiles, and said: "Zixiu, your current sword technique has really changed a lot ah!"

"Is it amazing?" Qu Zixiu's tone couldn't help but tinged with complacency.

Ming Chen glanced at him lightly, but still nodded his head with dignity, and said with a soft smile, "It's very powerful."

Qu Zixiu raised his chin, put one hand on Ming Chen's shoulder, and said with a smile: "From now on, I will always guard you. If you want to bully, you can bully anyone."

Mingchen: "..."

Ming Chen moved his elbow, lightly reversed the tune and fixed it, really, why does this person only think about bullying things!

Qu Zixiu rubbed his chest, which didn't hurt at all, touched his nose, and said innocently: "Chenchen, I treat you so well and think of you everywhere, how can you be so ruthless?"

Mingchen rolled his eyes, and said with a heck, "I can be even more ruthless, do you want to see it?"

Qu Zixiu: "..."

The two walked to the gazebo together. Qu Zixiu was the only disciple under Zhang Fengyang's sect. He was treated very well in Wuji Sect. There was even a small courtyard dedicated to him. There were even two servants arranged in the courtyard.

Qu Zixiu waved the two servants down, brought Ming Chen a cup of tea, and said, "This tea was given to me by the master. I tasted it. It tastes good. You can try it."

Ming Chen pursed his lips, and took a sip lightly. The strong and sweet taste melted into his mouth instantly, making people feel refreshed and happy. What's even more amazing is that after the tea entered his throat, it could actually relieve some disorders. The breath is adjusted smoothly.

Ming Chen's eyes widened slightly.

Qu Zixiu was amused by his appearance, gently scratched the tip of his nose, and said with a smile, "Are you so surprised?"

Ming Chen shrugged his nose, waved Qu Zixiu's hand away, and said, "Isn't this surprising?"

Qu Zixiu clicked his tongue, thinking that what Ming Chen said was very reasonable, it was indeed a very good kind of tea.

"The suzerain is really good to you. I'll give you such precious tea." Ming Chen's feelings towards Zhang Fengyang got better in his heart.

Qu Zixiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard the words, and said helplessly, "He was really kind to me, he gave me a stick and a sweet date."

I don't know why tomorrow.

Qu Zixiu explained: "Master, the old man asks me to practice sword cliff duels every day. I am so far behind him in cultivation, and I am tortured very badly every day. He wants to ensure that I can continue to practice with him. Jian, this is why he gave me this tea for regulating the inner breath, so that I can quickly heal my wounds every day, and then I can continue to practice swords with him the next day."

Mingchen: "..."

Ming Chen instantly felt that maybe this tea should be extremely bitter in Qu Zixiu's mouth.

Qu Zixiu paused for a moment, then suddenly looked at Ming Chen with a serious face, and remained silent. Ming Chen was a little flustered by his look, touched his face, and felt that there should be nothing strange about him.

"What's wrong?"

Qu Zixiu's face was still extremely serious, Ming Chen pursed his lips, feeling so panicked, he shook the corner of Qu Zixiu's clothes, and asked anxiously, "What's the matter? Why don't you speak?"