Time passes
Time flies!
Since entering the Holy Land of Zixiao, Wei Han has returned to his favorite low-key life, practicing daily, refining alchemy, enlightenment, and occasionally going to the Sutra Pavilion to read. It can be said that his life is fulfilling and comfortable.
He was like a man on the fringes of the Holy Land.
Although he has the status of a direct disciple, he has no real power or fame. He is even more incompatible with the people around him. He is as low-key as an ancient Qi practitioner who sleeps in the open air.
Qingming Peak hangs upside down on the left side of the mountain.
There is a ten thousand-year-old peach tree, which is towering green and full of fruits all year round. Its faint peach fragrance always makes people happy.
There is also a pavilion on the side of the peach tree!
Sitting here, you can overlook the panoramic view of the holy land, and you can even sit and watch the wind and clouds surging. It is a pleasant place for enlightenment. Wei Han would often sit there for the whole day.
"Young Master, drink tea!"
In the pavilion, Xiaoqing and Xiaozi were playing the piano and making tea.
The beautiful woman is serving you gently, which makes you feel very comfortable.
But when Wei Han's eyes glanced at the old man standing respectfully outside the pavilion, he couldn't help but feel a trace of depression in his heart.
The days in the Zixiao Holy Land are still very relaxed and comfortable, just like the days in the Changsheng Sect. They are either cultivating or enjoying life, which can be said to be very comfortable.
But Wei Han had no temper at all when it came to the gray-robed old slave Xu Qing.
This guy has been following him respectfully. Although he can protect his safety and help him solve many complicated things, it is still a bit inconvenient after all.
After all, Wei Han can't trust him 100% yet.
He has so many secrets, including corpse-refining spirit insects, sky-swallowing divine beasts, eight-treasure glazed pills, etc. that he dare not reveal in front of him, so that it is not convenient for Wei Han to occasionally use the time-space rotation formation. After all, There is a big boss in the late Nascent Soul stage following him. Who can be sure that he will not see through his true identity?
"The powerful person in the late Nascent Soul stage is unfathomable. If he wants to pry, even the fourth-level formation will be unable to stop his divine consciousness from scanning!"
"It would be great if there was a cave-like Taoist artifact similar to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion. You can hide directly in it and practice without fear of outsiders prying at all!"
Wei Han sighed in distress.
Continue to quietly comprehend the way of heaven and earth.
Now he can finish 30 golden elixir period swordsmanship books every ten days and condense a new sword intention seed. Over the past few months, he has condensed more than a hundred seeds. It is time to integrate and improve!
You must know that the persona Wei Han set for himself was a peerless swordsman genius.
He seems to be keeping a low profile during this period, but there must be many people in the door watching him, including Master Xu Suwan. If he performs too poorly, his secret will be exposed.
Therefore, Sword Intention must be improved even if it should be improved!
"melt!"
Wei Han roared in his heart, and the scattered Sword Intent seeds in his consciousness began to merge towards the fourth-grade Sword Intent. They were swallowed up one by one in an instant like moths flying into the flame.
One, two, three!
Five coins, ten coins, twenty coins!
Wei Han's sword energy became more and more powerful, so much so that tiny bits of sword energy began to appear beside him. They split the void like gentle wind and drizzle, scaring Xiaoqing and Xiaozi so much that they couldn't help but gasp.
"retreat!"
Xu Qing, an old slave in gray robe, stared and spoke the truth.
Raising his hand, an illusory defensive shield isolated Wei Han's surroundings, preventing the sword energy from harming Xiao Qing and Xiao Zi, while also protecting all the surrounding scenery.
At the same time, he looked at Wei Han with a hint of shock.
It was obvious that Wei Han's sword intent was rising sharply.
I originally thought that he had been silent for several months and had made no progress, and was just an exaggerated mediocrity. However, who would have thought that Wei Han had already become a blockbuster without any warning, and now he started to improve crazily without any warning.
"Third grade?"
Xu Qing gasped in shock.
In less than ten breaths, Wei Han's fourth-level sword intention has been promoted to the third level. The originally sharp sword intention has become rounded, natural, harmonious, and tolerant, and even revealed a variety of colors, like a bright sword shape. Crystal-like.
Even when Wei Han breathed and breathed, the heaven and earth seemed to be moving in a regular rhythm.
Spiritual energy of various attributes surrounded him, got close to him, and worshiped him, as if he had become a son of heaven, with endless mystery all over him!
"Second grade?"
Xu Qing hasn't reacted yet.
Wei Han's sword intent once again broke through the ranks, from the third grade to the second grade in one go. The illusory sword intent instantly turned into substance and condensed in front of him.
It exudes dazzling light, dazzling and sharp!
Various mysterious runes are constantly appearing around it, like a carefully carved flying sword, which can burst out with terrifying deterrent power at any time.
From then on, Wei Han didn't even need to attach his sword intention to the flying sword. The sword intention was everywhere when he raised his hand. Every look and movement could burst out with astonishing lethality in an instant.
"call!"
"Come here first!"
Wei Han smiled with satisfaction and paused the fusion.
The remaining dozens of Sword Intent Seeds are no longer enough to reach the first level, and being promoted from the fourth level to the second level in a few months is already very shocking. If he is still promoted to the first level, I am afraid that the entire sect will be killed. Are you scared to pee?
When Wei Han finished his practice, he looked around!
Sure enough, I found that there were several more people not far away.
Although the gray-robed old slave Xu Qing had already used a defensive shield to isolate his breath, and the promotion of Sword Intent was not leaked, he still informed his master Xu Suwan. Also coming with him was Wuwu Tianzun Jiang Yuan, and a man in A bright and elegant female cultivator in a red dress.
At this moment, all three of them looked like they had seen a ghost.
Especially Jiang Yuan, who gave up Wei Han's apprenticeship, was full of regret.
"You kid, you were promoted from the fourth level to the second level in just a few months?" Jiang Yuan's shocked voice trembled: "Damn it, what kind of talent is this? My disciple Mingyue has been in Jindan for a hundred years, and his talent has already been You are among the top of our sect, and you can only comprehend the third-grade sword intention, what about you?"
While talking, the female cultivator in the red dress beside her felt a little embarrassed.
Obviously she is the disciple mentioned by Tianzun Jiang Yuan, and she is also the senior sister Gu Mingyue among the direct disciples of Qingming Peak. She was once the top swordsman prodigy.
But now, her name may not be worthy of the name!
"Junior sister!" Jiang Yuan gritted his teeth and couldn't help but said: "This kid's talent is really terrifying. You can't control this kind of monster. Why don't you let him be my subordinate? You can set whatever terms you want!"
Xu Suwan: "..."
Gu Mingyue: "..."
The two women had black lines all over their heads, and even the old slave in gray robe had his eyebrows twitching.
"Greetings to the master, greetings to the uncle and senior sister!" Upon seeing this, Wei Han stood up and saluted.
"Okay, okay!" Xu Suwan stared at him deeply for a long time, then chuckled with satisfaction: "I wanted to leave you alone for a few months to test your character, but I didn't expect that you are neither arrogant nor impetuous, nor humble nor overbearing. You are calm enough to linger in Tibet every day. Jingge has never delayed his enlightenment, he is really a good young man."
(End of chapter)
