Although He Zhi practiced before, he didn't know a single spell, and he always felt lonely practicing.
As for calling the wind and rain in the world of cultivating immortals, that is all false.
It is true to practice magic in the real world.
Now that He Zhi had mastered eight spells at once, he felt that he was a true immortal cultivator.
However, after all this trouble, He Zhi felt that more than half of his mana had been consumed.
The mana at the third level of Qi Refining was too little, so I cast eight spells in a row and almost emptied him.
Fortunately, he had a Qi-Building Pill, so he took one out and replenished his mana.
"Try sword riding!"
After He Zhi replenished his magic power, he turned his attention to the magic weapon.
Previously, He Zhi got back a flying sword from Qingxuan Sect and used it to exercise his magic power. He also tried to activate the flying sword.
It's just that he didn't have enough mana before. Even if he poured all his mana into the flying sword, he could only make it shake on the table and it was impossible for it to fly.
Now He Zhi is able to try.
He took out the small flying sword, placed it in the palm of his hand, and began to pour mana into it.
After pouring half of his mana into his body, He Zhi suddenly felt a light touch on his hand.
The small flying sword was already floating in his hand.
"It's done!"
He Zhi felt happy, but he did not dare to be distracted at all.
Instead, he started to control cautiously and attentively.
Soon, the flying sword began to fly around his body under his mental control.
Under He Zhi's strong mental power, the flying sword flew extremely smoothly without any shaking.
He Zhi held up the remaining half of the kitchen knife in front of Feijian.
There was no sound, and He Zhi didn't feel any resistance. A piece of the kitchen knife was cut off.
After going back and forth several times, the kitchen knife was chopped into a pile of scrap metal by the flying sword.
He Zhi picked up another scrapped iron pot. After a short time, the iron pot turned into iron filings.
"This power..."
He Zhi was speechless.
This flying sword is so sharp, it is not just cutting iron like clay, it is cutting iron like tofu.
And He Zhi knew that if more mana was poured into this flying sword, it would be able to emit sword light and sword energy, making it even more powerful.
Compared to the Golden Sword Technique, this flying sword is much more powerful, and it can fly freely and is extremely flexible.
Moreover, He Zhi discovered that the controllable distance of this flying sword was very far. Indoors anyway, the distance of more than ten meters from the kitchen to the main entrance was far from its limit.
As for the speed of the flying sword, He Zhi tried it and it could cross a distance of more than ten meters in an instant, with the shadow almost invisible.
Extremely sharp, coming and going without a trace, this is a real killing weapon!
A sword flew out, killing people everywhere!
After all, this flying sword is made of ten thousand years of iron, and the material is precious.
The power is naturally much stronger than the golden sword technique that He Zhi had just practiced.
However, the control of this flying sword is much more troublesome than the golden sword technique.
After all, you have to concentrate on controlling the flying sword. If you are not careful, you might cut yourself off, which would be great fun.
He Zhi has just learned to wield a sword, and it will take some time to get familiar with it before he can use it to fight.
He Zhi was not in a hurry. Anyway, he had nothing to fight in the real world.
"I need to practice more with this flying sword. Once I become proficient, I will be considered a small powerhouse in this world."
He Zhi said to himself, feeling satisfied.
Although compared with the real strong cultivators, this strength is too weak.
But it was enough to make He Zhi very satisfied at this moment.
After all, He Zhi was a cripple just a few days ago.
Now he can walk freely, mastered eight kinds of spells, and can also wield a sword.
How could you not be satisfied?
"It feels really good."
"Let's have a drink with Xiao Shan."
He Zhi did not continue to practice flying swords, picked up the phone and dialed Shao Shan's number.
"Xiaoshan, are you free today? Let's have a drink together!"
He extended an invitation.
He Zhi was happy, but also a little tired, so he no longer wanted to practice, nor did he want to care about the affairs of the world of immortality.
I just want to get drunk with my friends.
"Looking for a drink with me? Come right away!"
When Shao Shan heard He Zhi's invitation, he immediately agreed without any hesitation.
"This guy Xiaoshan, didn't he say that he is the boss of the company now? Why does he sound so laid-back? He comes as he comes."
He Zhi hung up the phone, feeling a little strange.
"No matter, let's cook some food and wait for him to come over later to eat together."
He Zhi went to the computer, took out some spirit beast meat and spirit fruits from the screen, and then returned to the kitchen to get busy.
…
At this time, there was a luxurious conference room on the top floor of an office building in the city center.
Although it was already seven o'clock in the evening, a group of business elites in suits and ties were sitting upright in the conference room, having a meeting.
The person sitting in the first place is Shao Jianguo.
Shao Shan, the second generation, is also among them at this time. After all, he is also the boss of the company now.
The meeting had just begun, Shao Jianguo was lecturing, and everyone listened attentively.
"Jingle Bell!"
Suddenly the cell phone rang.
Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound in dissatisfaction, wanting to see who was so unruly that their mobile phones were not muted during the meeting.
When they saw it was Shao Shan, they couldn't help but curl their lips.
"It turns out to be this second generation, no wonder..."
These business elites don't think highly of the second generation Shao Shan.
Although Shao Shan is destined to take over the Shaw Group, in the eyes of these business elites, Shao Shan is a prodigal son. If the Shaw Group is left in his hands, it will fail sooner or later.
"What's going on with the hill!"
Shao Jianguo also frowned, why is Shao Shan still so unstable?
But Shao Shan himself didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed when he heard the ringtone.
Because Shao Shan knew that he only set He Zhi's ringtone alone and did not mute it.
It must be He Zhi calling him now.
He quickly took out his cell phone and put it to his ear.
"Buy me a drink? Come right away!"
Shao Shan said excitedly when he heard He Zhi's invitation.
The business elites nearby became even more dissatisfied when they saw this.
There is a meeting now, and Shao Shan actually wants to drink.
However, Shao Shan ignored them at all. Instead, he walked to Shao Jianguo and whispered for a while.
Shao Jianguo, who was originally a little dissatisfied, immediately became happy when he heard Shao Shan's explanation.
"That master invites you to drink together? Go quickly! Don't delay."
"Remember not to lose your composure or be embarrassed."
"go Go!"
"Wait a minute, before I go, let me tell you a few words. The meeting is over! You go out first! The meeting will resume tomorrow."
Shao Jianguo changed his previous unhappiness and the meeting was closed.
What's a meeting?
That master wants to invite Shao Shan to drink, this is a big deal!
