The Splitting Light Sword is the most precious treasure of the Spirit Sword Sect.
According to records in the classics, once the sword is activated, it can transform into thousands of people, and it will be powerful throughout the world.
The Mountain and River Cauldron, which was refined by Zhou Yi from the mortal world, has been nurtured by the joint efforts of families and sects for more than 1,200 years. It can be promoted to a natal magic weapon, which shows how precious the spiritual treasure is!
"The Light Splitting Sword is a top spiritual treasure. After restoring its original power, the strength of the sword spirit is comparable to that of the ancestor of Nascent Soul!"
"Even if it's Broken Sword, the cause and effect is a bit big..."
Zhou Yi pondered for a long time, glanced at the young man squatting on the ground, showed an amiable smile, and waved a dozen treasures to shine in the air.
"Little guy, you can choose from these magical powers and elixirs. How about I trade this rusty sword with you?"
The young man felt that Zhou Yi was not a monster, so he boldly asked.
"Are you an immortal?"
"Why do you always ask this?"
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Pindao is not an immortal, but Sun Xing, a Qi refiner from Kunlun Mountain."
Hearing this, the young man felt relieved, stood up and said, "This sword can master swordsmanship. If you can teach me, then I will trade it with you!"
"Is there such a thing?"
Zhou Yi carefully sensed the light-splitting sword. The remaining spirituality was not enough to transmit his spiritual consciousness, otherwise it would not have been thrown into the scrap metal pile.
"Pindao has eighteen thousand swordsmanships for you to choose from. Let me explain in detail."
Xiao Tiezhu killed Jianxuan and obtained part of the inheritance of the Spirit Sword Sect. He also collected countless ordinary swordsmanship and monk sword techniques in the Ten Thousand Volumes of Daozang, enough for a young man to practice for several lifetimes.
"My name is Lin Fan, not a little guy."
Lin Fan said: "Half a month ago, I went to Uncle Li's shop and watched him forging iron and making a sword. I accidentally cut my finger and blood dripped on the sword. I somehow learned a volume of ethereal swordsmanship."
"In order to buy this sword, I collected slag for half a month and borrowed a hundred coins from my friends. I finally got enough!"
"Interesting! Interesting!"
Zhou Yi praised continuously, and the magic power penetrated into Lin Fan's body, and it turned out to be an extremely rare sword body.
He vaguely guessed and understood the cause and effect. When he was about to die with the lightsaber, he recognized Lin Fan as his master. He spent all his energy to teach the swordsmanship, just not wanting to be annihilated silently.
When the sword spirit collapses in the future, it is likely that all spirituality will be integrated into Lin Fan's body to lay an innate foundation for him.
"Originally, I had doubts about whether the sword spirit used a spell to catch Pindao when he was about to die. Now it seems that it was indeed an accident, but with Pindao coming, this matter can be the best of both worlds!"
Zhou Yi put the splitting light sword into his dantian, keeping his magic power at all times, and asked with a smile.
"What kind of swordsmanship do you want to learn?"
Lin Fan frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head with a grimace and said, "I don't know either."
"Then teach it according to the way of poor Taoism."
Zhou Yi's body swayed, and he transformed from a young man into a white-haired veteran. The long fortune-telling flag in his hand turned into a blue sword. He stroked his long beard and said, "Only with this appearance is he suitable for teaching swordsmanship."
Lin Fan was stunned and said: "Immortal!"
"Don't be in a daze anymore, your sister is calling you."
Zhou Yi waved his hand to lift the ban, and shouts from outside suddenly entered the house, calling Lin Fan to eat.
"coming."
After all, it was the nature of a teenage boy. Lin Fan ran out in a hurry and turned around to ask before going out.
"Does the immortal need to eat?"
"Is there any wine?"
"The rice wine made by my sister is very delicious!"
"Lead the way."
Zhou Yi was not polite and followed him to the main room.
Lin Fan muttered and introduced to his sister, saying that Taoist Sun was the best swordsman in the world. Seeing his extraordinary talent, he came to teach him swordsmanship. It seems that he knows that he can't hide it from Zhou Yi, and he winks from time to time, begging not to expose it.
My sister's name was Lin Yu, and she recognized Zhou Yi's extraordinary bearing, and even though she had doubts, she didn't ask him in person.
"Thank you, Taoist Master. Let's sit down and eat first."
Four dishes, one soup, and farm rice wine were a thousand times inferior to a bowl of spiritual rice, but Zhou Yi ate it with gusto.
Finished eating.
In the courtyard.
Zhou Yi lay on the Taishi's chair, took the large bowl of tea handed over by Lin Yu, and took a comfortable sip.
"Girl, do you want to follow suit?"
"No, I still have to go to the sword workshop to work."
Lin Yu hesitated for a while and whispered: "Taoist Master, my parents died in a sword fight at home. I have never allowed Xiaofan to learn swordsmanship because I am afraid..."
Zhou Yi gently stroked his long beard and said: "Don't worry, Pindao is different from other sects. All his disciples live very long. After all, how can you reach the peak of swordsmanship if you lose your life!"
Lin Yu said: "Xiaofan has become a disciple of Taoist Master? Do you need to prepare to practice?"
"No need to bother."
Zhou Yi said: "The poor Taoist never accepts disciples. Today, I got the benefit of the young layman and taught him swordsmanship as a reward."
When Lin Yu saw his younger brother whittling the wooden sword excitedly, he couldn't say anything else. He would always have to walk his own path in the future, and forcibly restraining him might not be a good thing.
"Xiao Fan, please leave it to the Taoist Master."
After a while.
Lin Fan sharpened the wooden sword, made a sword show, and bowed in salute.
"Ask the immortal to teach you the sword!"
"From Pindao's point of view, all swordsmanship is nothing more than strength and speed."
Zhou Yi said slowly: "If you are strong, you will be able to defeat all your skills. If you are fast, you can advance or retreat according to your heart. In the morning, I will teach you how to increase your strength, and in the afternoon, I will teach you how to escape... and lighten your body."
Lin Fan heard that it made some sense, but also found it strange. It seemed to be a little biased from what he expected.
Spirit Sword City is famous for its "swords", including sword making, sword skills, etc., so ten-year-old children have heard a lot about their understanding of swords, but they have never understood it this way.
"Stronger, faster, faster..."
Lin Fan had doubts, but the person speaking was an immortal, so he could only follow his instructions.
"The skills created by Pindao were not in vain after all!"
Zhou Yi looked happy and taught Lin Fan the optimized Qi and Blood Martial Arts word for word.
The energy required for the condensation of qi and blood comes from spiritual rice. When cooking in the evening, the fragrance is refreshing. If Zhou Yi hadn't used magic power to cover it up, the neighbors would probably follow the smell and come to eat.
After Lin Yu took a few mouthfuls of the spiritual rice, he immediately knew that Zhou Yi was truly a strange person, and all the worries in his heart disappeared.
Fast forward a few months.
afternoon.
The sun was shining just right, and the small courtyard was warm.
Zhou Yi lay on the rocking chair, drinking tea and flicking his fingers.
Tuk-tuk-tuk...
Continuous sounds came from the front, back, left and right. Lin Fan looked solemn and used Qing Kung Fu to dodge and move around.
Bang!
Lin Fan only felt a sharp pain in his back, his steps were disrupted, and he was hit by more than a dozen qi energy.
"You're dead again."
Zhou Yi said slowly: "Only ten people are using hidden weapons at the same time. They have been practicing for half a month and they still can't dodge."
"This is too difficult!"
Lin Fan's former youthful pride has disappeared without a trace under Zhou Yi's repeated blows.
Recognizing the owner of the fairy sword, or suddenly realizing the misty sword technique, you have to die ten or eight times every day. According to what the Taoist priest said, he would die in a scam, trap, sneak attack, poisoning within a few days after he stepped into the world... …
"Is it still difficult if all the time you spend showing off to your friends is spent on practicing?"
Zhou Yi spoke harshly, but in fact he was extremely satisfied in his heart. Lin Fan was extremely talented and knowledgeable, but it was a pity that he was born in the wrong era.
"Hey, you can't hide anything from an immortal."
Lin Fan poured the tea respectfully and asked, "When will I be able to go out and make a living in the world after practicing?"
"Spirit Sword City is just a remote place. In the eyes of a poor man, he is like an ant. There are countless powerful people from all over the world. They want to walk around the world freely and happily..."
Zhou Yi thought for a while and said: "Whenever I break the mountain with one sword, I can get out."
"One sword cuts a mountain, but there are such strong men in the world!"
Lin Fan had never left Spirit Sword City, and rarely even left the nearby cities. Influenced by his parents and people around him, he was full of yearning for martial arts and swordsmen, but he had no specific idea of the strength of martial arts swordsmen.
What the immortal said cannot be wrong!
