Senior Brother Luo couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard Wu Tian's words.
In the sword pavilion, Wu Tian now only dares to raise his sword against himself and Shu Changsheng.
No, he didn't dare to raise the sword even to Shu Changsheng, because Mr. Lin loved Shu Changsheng very much, as if he regarded Shu Changsheng as his grandson.
I heard that Mr. Lin had a son, but it's a pity that he disappeared. Otherwise, he would definitely have descendants now.
"Wu Tian, do you feel a sense of accomplishment when you compete with me, a small cultivator in the true martial arts realm?" Senior Brother Luo curled his lips.
I have to say that Senior Brother Luo's qualifications are really not very good.
When Meng Fan was in the qi training realm, Senior Brother Luo was in the true martial arts realm.
When Meng Fan was in the Zhenwu realm, Senior Brother Luo was in the Zhenwu realm.
When Meng Fan was in the Tianyuan realm, Senior Brother Luo was still in the Zhenwu realm.
Now that Meng Fan has become Ningdan, Senior Brother Luo is still...
It’s hard to describe in one word!
Elder Lin was unwilling to accept him as his direct disciple. From this point of view, it seemed that there was really nothing he could do about it.
Meng Fan looked at Wu Tian and said casually: "Wu Tian, I have recently mastered a new move called "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One". Do you want to try it out?"
For a skin beating like Wu Tian's, Meng Fan felt that it was necessary for him to loosen his muscles and bones every once in a while.
Wu Tian's heart skipped a beat when he heard Meng Fan's words.
Thousands of swords united?
This name sounds unpleasant.
"I haven't stepped into the realm of condensing pills yet, what's the point of sparring with me? When I step into the realm of condensing pills, I will take the initiative to discuss swordsmanship with you without you having to tell me!" Wu Tian continued to be tough, and then replied own room.
To be honest, he felt like he shouldn't show up.
But I couldn't help it.
Or……
It’s just cheap!
Thinking back to the fact that I had always been a domineering person since childhood, no one dared to provoke me.
As a result, when they arrived at the Jiange, Meng Fan seemed to be able to restrain himself in everything.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get!
When Wu Tian returned to the room, he got under the quilt, leaving only his butt exposed outside the quilt.
In this way, you instantly feel that the whole world belongs to you.
Meng Fan returned to the room and got down to business.
In order to break through to the realm of condensing pills as soon as possible, he had suspended the practice of Lingfeng Xuan Gong and Scarlet Blood Sutra, and devoted himself to practicing the Pure Yang Transformation Thunder Sutra.
Now that he has successfully entered the realm of condensing pills, he must pick up these two techniques and cultivate the wind essence and demon essence as soon as possible.
It was late at night, and the source of the sword in Meng Fan's body was exhausted.
He walked out of the room and looked at the dazzling array of long swords on the first floor of the sword pavilion, and suddenly felt like he was in another world.
He had wiped all of the nearly 10,000 long swords on the first floor of the sword pavilion and absorbed the sword's origin.
Thinking about it, it’s really... amazing!
It was precisely because of the sword origin of these ten thousand long swords that it made up for the shortcomings of his miscellaneous spiritual roots, allowing him to reach the realm of condensing pills in just two years.
Jiange is really my blessed place!
Meng Fan thought about it and shook his head. Jiange was no longer a blessed place for him, but a [home].
On the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, Mr. Lin saw Meng Fan coming to clean his sword, so he ignored Meng Fan and didn't even bother to open his eyes.
He knew very well that Meng Fan could gain some insights from the sword when he was cleaning it. He attributed this to Meng Fan's special physique and couldn't envy him.
Meng Fan did not leave any ink marks and directly began to wipe the sword.
Although the swords on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion are much fewer than those on the first floor, there are still thousands of them.
Especially the lowest among them is also a spiritual sword, and mixed with many magical swords.
Meng Fan has now broken through to the realm of condensing pills, and is actually capable of trying to deal with magic swords.
But Meng Fan still adheres to the principle of prudent behavior and wants to wipe all the second-level spiritual swords before considering the magic sword.
Step by step, nothing wrong.
This time, when Meng Fan wiped the third spiritual sword, a memory of the sword came to him.
The memory of an ordinary helmsman of the Kunlun Sword Sect contained no special information. Meng Fan continued to wipe his sword.
When Meng Fan wiped the eleventh spiritual sword, a mysterious and mysterious wave bloomed from his body.
This fluctuation is very subtle, but it is extremely special. Ordinary people cannot sense it, but those who can sense it will not underestimate it.
Mr. Lin opened his eyes and looked at Meng Fan with a frown.
The fluctuations that appeared on Meng Fan's body were naturally invisible to his senses.
However, he didn't know what this wave of fluctuation on Meng Fan's body meant.
A breakthrough doesn't feel like a breakthrough, and an epiphany doesn't feel like an epiphany. It's a bit inexplicable.
Mr. Lin stood up from the futon, came to Meng Fan quietly, and began to look at Meng Fan carefully.
At this time, he did not dare to act rashly.
If he woke up Meng Fan directly at this moment, it would undoubtedly be the stupidest act. Mr. Lin would naturally not make such a stupid mistake.
He carefully checked Meng Fan's condition, but couldn't detect anything unusual.
"What the hell is this kid doing?" Mr. Lin frowned, feeling helpless.
However, judging from his experienced experience, Meng Fan should be a blessing rather than a curse this time, so he was not too worried.
After a while, Meng Fan opened his eyes.
Mr. Lin looked into Meng Fan's eyes and was honestly shocked because he seemed to sense a sword energy from Meng Fan's sight.
There is no energy to stimulate it, as if it is a natural sword energy, which is inexplicable!
Even Old Yi Lin's city was shocked just now.
"Disciple, how are you? Are you okay?" Mr. Lin asked slightly worriedly.
Even his level couldn't understand the abnormalities in Meng Fan's body, so he was naturally worried.
"Master, my disciple is fine." Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, then quickly said to Mr. Lin.
Not only is he fine, but he also has a great chance.
[Innate Sword Body]
Done! ! !
Meng Fan had been looking forward to this innate sword body for too long.
From the earliest time he began to absorb the sword's origin, Meng Fan knew that as he absorbed more and more of the sword's origin, his physique would be tempered into an innate sword body.
Two years have passed, and he has absorbed the sword essence of tens of thousands of swords, including thousands of spiritual swords.
With such amazing knowledge and great skill, Meng Fan finally mastered the innate sword body today!
Although he doesn't yet know what benefits this innate sword body will bring to him, he knows without thinking that the benefits must be extremely amazing.
"What happened to you just now?" Although Meng Fan said he was fine, Mr. Lin still asked worriedly.
Meng Fan thought for a moment, without hesitation, and said directly to Mr. Lin: "Master, the abnormality just now is because the disciple has cultivated the innate sword body!"
Although Meng Fan likes to keep a low profile, like to be cautious, and likes to hide his clumsiness, he doesn't want to hide things from Mr. Lin unless it's something that touches the bottom line.
What is something that touches the bottom line?
For example...he is a time traveler, and he will never tell anyone about this kind of thing under any circumstances!
This is Meng Fan's bottom line.
Innate sword body?
Meng Fan was face to face with Mr. Lin. At this moment, his mouth was slightly opened, gradually widened, and then opened crazily...
Enough to stuff an egg in!
