Tang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept across the koi swimming in the pond in front of him, and his thoughts were endless.

Since he arrived here in the Dragon and Phoenix Cemetery, he felt that what he improved the most was not his mental state or his gun technique, but a change in his mentality.

I have a new understanding of the world, especially the civilians struggling at the bottom.

Before this, although he would not be disdainful to civilians like other cultivators, after all, it is difficult for him to have the time and energy to think about these things that have nothing to do with his cultivation.

He saw Xiao Bieli's every move. To be honest, Tang Ming hates that guy now, but more of it is a kind of respect for Xiao Bieli in every way.

Putting himself in his shoes and changing himself to Xiao Bieli's position, Tang Ming felt that he might not be able to do better than this seemingly cold-blooded guy.

"Feng Binbei, there is something wrong with your sword technique!"

After coming back to his senses, Tang Ming looked at Feng Binbei standing behind him and suddenly remembered what the weapon spirit said at that time.

The three swords of blood drinking put the cart before the horse, so the power is far from reaching the level it should have. However, the spirit of the artifact was not mentioned, and Tang Ming had no idea.

"I know that there is some blockage in the flow between the sword techniques, but it is difficult to find out where the problem lies."

Feng Binbei nodded. He was very familiar with the blood-drinking knife in his hand, and the problems Tang Ming mentioned always existed.

"Did you create this sword technique by yourself or practice it?"

With a slight frowning, he always felt that the sword intent of the three swords of blood was extremely abundant, but it was as if the majestic aura was blocked by something.

"It's considered self-created, not self-created."

Feng Binbei thought about it and said ambiguously.

"The sword technique is created by oneself, but the sword intention flows from the blood-drinking knife. As for why there is such a blocking feeling, I can't say it now!"

Feng Binbei presented all his secrets to Tang Ming, without any intention of hiding them.

"The problem may lie in the blood-drinking knife in your hands, but it is difficult for outsiders to help with such things."

Tang Ming smiled faintly. Since the sword technique was created by himself, according to the ability of sealing the library, sooner or later, this knot will be untied.

"Young Master, everyone in the sect went out toward the palace, and they also brought Uncle Han with them!"

Just as the two of them were talking, Han Daxiong rushed into the inner courtyard and said hurriedly to Tang Ming.
Chapter completed!