In the early morning, the mist in the mountains has not yet dissipated, the air is moist and fresh, and everything is shrouded in mist.
The dewdrops hanging on the branches and leaves of the mountains reflect the sunlight that spreads down, making them look crystal clear.
Su Fan closed his eyes and stood in an open space in the cave with his bare upper body holding the magic sword in one hand.
He bent his knees and stretched his arms. There was a sudden flash of silver light and the long sword swept out.
The magical sword that originally weighed three to four hundred kilograms was now as if it were nothing in Su Fan's hands.
Now Su Fan has practiced the "Nine Extremes Chain Slash" to the realm of true meaning. In addition, he was once influenced by Ye Tianhe, and there is a trace of sword cultivation.
It's no longer the past where he tried his best to chop at random.
Every sword swing he made seemed ordinary, and there was nothing fancy about his sword moves. They were simply simple to the extreme.
The sword intention is stored in the heart, and it comes out immediately when it is wielded, and it becomes powerful in an instant.
Sometimes he is straightforward, fierce and fierce, advancing like soldiers on the battlefield, and the long river stops flowing.
Sometimes it explodes with force, falling like thunder, causing mountains to collapse.
From time to time, Yinsha kills with mysterious curves, and the sword comes out of Yinshao, carrying the wind of purgatory.
Sometimes it is heavy and heavy, like a locked river across the river, with thousands of sails unable to cross it.
From time to time, the movement of the sword changes with lightness, and the sword moves like a trace of a ghost, disappearing under the candle.
Su Fan performed the "Nine Extremes Chain Slash" dozens of times before slowly sheathing his sword and standing there breathing heavily.
After resting for a while, Su Fan's eyes narrowed.
A "Thunder Sword" wrapped in thunder and lightning roared from the middle of the road and went straight to a mountain wall hundreds of feet away.
boom! !
The "Thunder Sword" pierced into the mountain wall in the blink of an eye, blasting a huge crater nearly ten feet in size out of the hard mountain.
Su Fan waved his hand, and the "Thunder Sword" passed through the space, like a dazzling light, returning to Su Fan's side and circling continuously.
Immediately afterwards, he controlled the "Thunder Sword" and kept slashing towards the mountain wall.
The Exploding Sword, the Annihilation Sword, the Thunder Sound Sword, the God-killing Sword, and the Shocking Sword were used dozens of times before the "Thunder Sword" was taken back into the Tao Seed.
Next, Su Fan started practicing "Xingyiquan" again, and only stopped when he exhausted all his energy.
At this moment, he was covered in sweat, and every muscle in his body was trembling regularly.
Su Fan's physical control was already at its peak. Every time his skin and flesh trembled, his muscles and bones bounced, and his internal organs squirmed, it was like a gurgling stream, moisturizing things silently.
Now, every time he practices swordsmanship and boxing, he will use the control ability of his physical body at the same time. His movements are as smooth as clouds and water, without any pyrotechnics.
call! !
Su Fan let out a long breath, lightning flashed under his feet, and he teleported several times, and he was already lying in the spiritual spring.
After resting for a while, Su Fan began to practice various magical powers and spells again, brushing up the data over and over again.
At this time, the message jade talisman on Su Fan's waist began to vibrate.
He retracted the spell, took off the jade talisman, and heard the voice of the sect leader Zuo Zonghao.
"Junior Brother Su, come to the sect's main hall to discuss important matters..."
Su Fan frowned immediately after hearing this. Could it be that the cult has started causing trouble again.
He put away the message jade talisman, then stood up from the spiritual spring, washed briefly, dressed neatly and left the cave.
Su Fan drove the magical weapon and came to the main peak of Shuiyun Sect.
He went straight to the sect's main hall and saw Zuo Zonghao sitting cross-legged and leisurely drinking spiritual tea.
Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed like nothing big happened.
When Zuo Zonghao saw Su Fan coming, he smiled and waved to him.
"Junior brother, come and sit down and have a taste of my Bihai Xian Tea..."
Su Fan came and sat down opposite Zuo Zonghao, took the spiritual tea handed to him, then picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Well... Sect Master, your tea is pretty good..."
"This tea comes from the East China Sea. If you like it, junior brother, I will pack some back for you later..."
After Zuo Zonghao finished speaking, he put down the tea cup in his hand.
"Junior brother, I came to see you today because I have something to discuss with you..."
"Sect Master, I am also a member of the Shuiyun Sect. If anything happens, just send me..."
Zuo Zonghao waved his hand, and then smiled.
"It's not a big deal. It's just a matter of recruiting disciples for the foundation building disciples in the sect. Everyone else has already chosen, and only you, junior brother, are left..."
After listening to Zuo Zonghao's words, Su Fan frowned.
Accepting a disciple, why would you accept that thing?
Su Fan was about to decline, but Zuo Zonghao had already taken over the topic.
"Junior brother, don't be too busy refusing. This is something that Patriarch Qingxuan specifically told me before going into seclusion. Please don't embarrass me, senior brother..."
Okay, let’s just take him in to take care of the errands. Anyway, I’m taking him in with the intention of keeping him free-range.
Su Fan took a deep breath and said, "If that's the case, I'll accept a disciple. If I don't train him well, don't blame me, sect leader..."
"Although junior brother has just broken through, in terms of combat power, there are not many people in the sect who can be stronger than you..."
Su Fan quickly shook his hand, he couldn't admit this.
"The sect master praised me, but when it comes to fighting skills, I have just started..."
After hearing this, Zuo Zonghao complained secretly, you were in Chuanfa Pavilion Square, in front of so many disciples, and you left two foundation-building elders one after another. Who doesn't know about this?
This junior brother is good at everything, but he is too low-key.
Others are eager to make the sect famous, but he is so afraid that others will find out, so he doesn't even look at him every day.
What's more, this junior brother is too withdrawn.
From the day he entered Shuiyun Sect, he stayed in the cave to practice hard and never made friends with other people in the sect.
But even so, Zuo Zonghao couldn't say anything, after all, there were monks with all kinds of personalities.
The two chatted for a few more words, and Zuo Zonghao took Su Fan to the hall in front.
At this time, there were more than a dozen half-year-old children in the hall, the oldest was eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest was only eight or nine years old.
They stood in a row in an orderly manner, waiting for Su Fan's selection with nervous expressions on their faces.
Seeing the two people coming, they all bowed respectfully.
"Welcome, Uncle Master..."
Zuo Zonghao waved his hands to them, then turned back to look at Su Fan.
"Junior brother, the sect stipulates that each foundation-building disciple must recruit two qi-training disciples..."
Su Fan not only sighed secretly, but he really didn't want to accept a disciple, mainly because it was too troublesome.
A deacon from the Zongwu Hall came over, holding a booklet in both hands, and handed it to Su Fan.
Su Fan picked it up, turned it over, and then threw it back.
"I haven't read it either. Please introduce it to me..."
After hearing this, the deacon disciple quickly put the book away, and then began to introduce each disciple to Su Fan one by one.
These disciples are still making do, and most of them have the qualifications of the Three Spiritual Roots. They have all been accepted into the sect since they were young and come from the Zhigen Zhidui Cultivation family.
After listening to the deacon's disciple's introduction, Su Fan glanced at them with his spiritual consciousness, and then pointed at the two and a half-year-old children.
"Just the two of them..."
After hearing this, the deacon disciples quickly led the others out of the hall, leaving Yi Ya and Xiao standing there with faces full of surprise.
I’ll add one chapter first, and there will be two chapters tonight
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