"..."
Poinsettia looks at Fu Yunge in front of the tree. At this moment, he still maintained the movement at the end of the slash. The sword had not yet fallen, his back was rising and falling slightly, and he was secretly adjusting his breath.
Soon, Fu Yunge sheathed his sword. He turned his head, his face slightly red: "Master, I did it."
Poinsettia nodded: "You have made great progress during this period. It seems that you have understood the meaning of breaking the wall very well."
The small stone tablet originally given to him was a poinsettia plum. Seeing that his practice often led to slow steps and even complacency due to his lack of calmness and self-confidence in his heart. This kind of truth cannot be achieved through preaching. It must be understood carefully by oneself in order to achieve a self-breakthrough.
Unexpectedly, in a short period of time, Fu Yunge really understood the truth and made rapid progress. Poinsettia was happy and felt that this child had a bright future.
However, beyond this, he also observed more nuanced points.
""Yunji Thirteen Shu", how is your practice now?" He asked calmly.
Fu Yunge scratched his head: "We have reached the final stage."
Poinsettia said "hmm". He was not surprised by this answer. On the contrary, looking at Fu Yunge's current level of cultivation, he made a further decision.
"There is no need to practice that martial arts any more." He brushed off a fallen leaf from his clothes and said seriously, "I will teach you the method of converting golden juice to help you reach the next level."
Fu Yunge's eyes lit up. Before he could get excited, Poinsettia drew his sword and said, "Come, I'll try it myself."
"Okay." Fu Yunge nodded. He raised his breath fiercely, and the Misty Sword flew out from behind, and he took it in one fell swoop.
Poinsettia took a breath. Suddenly the figure disappeared, and Fu Yunge's nerves suddenly became extremely tense.
Looking back on the first time we met, he also had a battle with poinsettia. But at that time, it was more like fighting than Poinsettia observing herself.
From the beginning to the present, he has never stopped forging ahead in Fu Yunge. Even though for a master like Poinsettia, his progress may be insignificant, but he... is worthy of himself!
With a fierce sword strike, the sword body flew into mist and clouds. The sword was shining brightly, as if a rainbow had opened up.
At the same time, Han Yuan Mei Zong's unique chill suddenly bloomed behind him. Fu Yunge was already on guard. He turned around and slashed his waist with his sword.
With a "crack" sound, Fu Yunge felt the strong pressure coming from the sword.
He took a step forward, and at the same time he was full of energy and rolled into his arms.
The sudden increase in power caused the two swords stuck together to explode with a small spark and separate immediately.
Fu Yunge felt a wave of relief, without any let up. He slid forward and knelt down slightly, before landing on his knees. He turned around again and drew his sword. This sword contained a lot of power.
The dissipated sword energy ejected from the sword tip a line of pale white sword energy visible to the naked eye, and a long wisp of smoke flowed through.
Poinsettia carefully observed Fu Yunge's every move, and gradually felt some unexpected surprises.
Fu Yunge's sword energy was still immature, and it hit the poinsettia's sword blade, and then it shattered like water droplets. Poinsettia moved her sword again, and her feet moved so fast that Fu Yunge was overwhelmed several times.
Broken leaves rustled underfoot, flying quickly as the figure moved. Not to be outdone, Fu Yunge decisively gave up his stance and used his magic skills to entangle himself with the poinsettia plum in the intertwining silhouettes like lightning.
Every sword and every move was too much for Fu Yunge. But the poinsettia plum has been kept, so even though Fu Yunge struggled, he could still barely take it.
Poinsettia has no other worries. I just hope that in this hearty trial, I can fully discover Fu Yunge's progress and talent.
Flying flowers take pictures, and lightning strikes rocks. Gradually, fallen leaves flew like crazy around them, surrounding the two of them. Everything is golden and bright, as if the dust and fog have been wiped away, and the gilded sunset has reappeared.
Fu Yunge's sweat dripped down his chin in large drops. Under the stimulation of the poinsettia plum, he continued to invigorate the sea of qi, and the power of Tai Sui that had been buried deep began to flow out again to make up for the shortcomings.
Swiping his sword from left to right, what he saw in front of him was already an afterimage. Only by relying on the perception of fighting will can the next move be forced.
Fu Yunge's arms were sore and numb, but he had experienced this feeling for a long time and was somewhat used to it.
However, Poinsettia felt an unexpected power mixed with Fu Yunge's energy.
Despite this discovery, the poinsettia remained silent. He wielded the sword even more superbly, forcing Fu Yunge to use all his strength to resist his stormy attack.
"Master... I can't hold it anymore!" After holding on for a long time, Fu Yunge's energy gradually dried up and his body began to stiffen, and he couldn't help but shout.
But the poinsettia still fell on deaf ears. Fu Yunge gritted his teeth and risked everything to resist.
With several sword sweeps, Fu Yunge stirred up large pieces of fallen leaves on the ground, blocking the sight of the two of them, trying to gain a second's breath. Unexpectedly, the plum sword instantly passed through the fallen leaves and pointed straight at him, leaving no space at all.
Fu Yunge has no other choice. His true energy had bottomed out, so he had no choice but to let the anger in Suzaku Tai Sui surge up into his hands to resist the Poinsettia's continuous attack.
The poinsettia at the other end immediately felt the changes in the true energy of Fu Yunge's sword.
Completely different from before, this unexpected anger in Fu Yunge made him more certain of his suspicions.
Fu Yunge himself did not have such true energy, nor had he practiced the Fire Yuan Gong body, so he should not have experienced this scorching high temperature.
Even the true energy that Fu Yunge suddenly regained just now, this power... Poinsettia smiled bitterly, and couldn't help but feel mixed joy and sorrow at the treasure that Fu Yunge picked up.
Waves of heat flowed in, and the temperature gradually increased.
Poinsettia feels Fu Yunge's physical condition with coercion at any time. Such strength is undoubtedly a test for his body, but it is also a trial with great benefits.
Forcing Tai Sui's anger to rise step by step, the ethereal sword body was already flashing dark red.
Suddenly, the dead leaves flying beside him were ignited by the high temperature around them like the flapping wings of a lamp moth!
The open fire spreads in all directions and spreads very quickly. Immediately, the sides of the two of them turned into a sheet of flying flames and ashes, burning and frightening!
Seeing this, Fu Yunge quickly shouted: "Master, something is not good!"
Poinsettia frowned coldly, holding the sword in one hand and switching from offense to defense, while the other hand immediately performed kung fu.
Suddenly, the scent of cold winter plum blossoms floated out everywhere. The cold wind fell, and the scorching temperature in the air suddenly dropped. The rotten trees and leaves that had been burning were immediately cooled down and extinguished.
The embers turned into black ash and were swept away by the wind. Poinsettia sheathed her sword, and the wind pressure around her subsided.
Fu Yunge was extremely tired at the moment. After Poinsettia sheathed her sword, his knees weakened and he thrust his sword into the soil covered with broken leaves. He knelt on the ground holding his chest and gasping for air.
