In a blink of an eye, five months have passed.

Fang Cheng has completed the general framework of the new and improved martial arts. The remaining parts can be completed in just two months. Then, after spending a month to remove some of the loopholes, this martial art can be completed.

After staying in the library for a long time, Fang Cheng couldn't stand it even if he would go into the illusion every few days.

This time, Fang Cheng gave himself a small vacation.

When he returned to Mulan Courtyard, Fang Ruolan, who had grown into a graceful and beautiful little girl, saw Fang Cheng in Mulan Courtyard for a long time, did not rush over as eagerly as before. Instead, he snorted coldly and said, "Are you back?"

"Um."

Then, Fang Ruolan left.

Fang Cheng scratched his head. Why did the sister who used to stick to him as soon as she saw him now?

Is this the price of growth?

However, when Fang Cheng found that the direction Fang Ruolan was heading for was the kitchen, he couldn't help but laugh.

"This is arrogant...it should..."

Fang Shuming became younger and younger, but his youthful appearance could not conceal the aging aura emitted from his body.

Over the years, he completely gave up his cultivation, ate and played every day, and had the attitude of enjoying his old age.

Fang Cheng persuaded him to change his mind and practice the way of the mind, so that he could completely abandon the obstacles of his body, and his cultivation would still increase.

But Fang Shuming refused.

He has already seen life and death and does not want to mess with his remaining life.

At the dinner table, Fang Cheng didn't see Fang Tianci, and felt curious, and asked, "Where has Fang Tianci been?"

Fang Ruolan said: "He went to the outer ring and became an ordinary inner disciple. I heard that he has made some friends now and has a very happy life. He doesn't want the spirit stones I give him, and he insists on doing tasks and earning contributions by himself."

Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment.

It seems that Fang Tianci has grown a lot over the years.

When it comes to Fang Tianci, Fang Chengru couldn't help but think of Fang Tianli, who was named after Fang Tianci.

After his death, everyone who knew him automatically forgot him still existed in Fang Cheng's mind.

Even though he has reached the point where he is well-read and has endless knowledge in his mind, he can't figure out how that kind of thing is done.

And how powerful is the power to do that kind of thing!

"Ruolan, the true disciple of the Sword Seal Holy Palace, how many do you know?"

Fang Ruolan said: "What kind of thing are you talking about?"

The true teachings of the Sword Seal Holy Palace are divided into three categories. One is the disciple of the Nascent Soul, the other is the inheritor of the Jindan monk, and the other is the disciple who relies on his own tasks to take the true teachings.

"I'm talking about the kind of person who has entered the true teachings..." Fang Chengdao.

One of the purposes of this time is to build a new illusion.

After more than a year of cultivation, his cultivation has once again increased to the limit of the late stage of foundation building, and can support the establishment of a new illusion.

"Then you may be disappointed. Most of the true disciples in the sect have been sent to the border and opened up new territory."

"Oh, that's a bit regretful. Since that's the case, please help me contact the true disciples you know."

"Ah? Is there anything wrong?"

"It's nothing. I just feel that I have become a true disciple for more than a year. I have no true disciples in the sect, and no one knows my true disciple. I feel a little bad."

"Okay, then in five days, I will organize a gathering of true disciples."

"Thank you Ruolan."

Although those disciples of the true inheritance have both high and low cultivation levels, they generally have special skills. As the target in the illusion, they are also excellent.

Fang Ruolan’s so-called organization actually didn’t take much effort, she just needed to send the invitation to someone else.

As a disciple of the Sword Saint, the invitation she sent out was impossible to say unless the other party really had something very important.

It was done in one afternoon.

After completing this matter, Fang Ruolan did not hide in the secret room to practice, but practiced swordsmanship in the yard.

Fang Cheng looked at it and said, "Hey, Ruolan, do you want me to give you some advice?"

Fang Ruolan's eyes slanted and said, "You? I used to be my second senior sister who gave me some advice? Can you do it?"

Fang Cheng was immediately angry.

Is this my cute sister?

It's impossible!

She actually learned to criticize me?!

Damn, Han Lengyu, you must have taught Ruolan badly!

When my cultivation level reaches the peak of the Golden Pill in the future, I will definitely beat you up and exhale you!

Faced with doubts, Fang Chengdao: "I can't do it. I'm a person who has been fighting with Senior Park Joo-ji for the whole day without losing weight!"

"Tsk! Bragging!"

"Ah? Let me show you today, brother, why should I be your brother!"

With a move, a ball of soil turned into a long sword and fell into Fang Cheng's hand. The five-color light flowed, and the soil turned into a metallic color.

"Ruolan, take it!"

Fang Ruolan held a sword to block it, and then the long sword in her hand turned into countless sword shadows, slashing towards Fang Cheng without hesitation.

Fang Cheng smiled and took all Fang Ruolan's sword lights and said, "It's too slow! Ruolan, don't show mercy, I can take all your sword moves."

"Is that so? Then I'll be optimistic!"

Fang Ruolan's long sword in her hand was three points faster, but Fang Cheng's hand speed also accelerated.

"It's still too slow! Get a little faster!"

Fang Ruolan moved her left hand, but she took out her second long sword. In an instant, the two swords danced, and the sword light and shadow made people unable to see clearly.

Fang Cheng was still holding a long sword, but he took the attack of the two swords with great accuracy and said, "The speed is OK under the two swords, but why is the power reduced? Aren't you two hands using these two swords? Why can you exert ten percent of your strength when using one hand, and only 50% of each when using both hands? Even if you distract your attention, these two hands are two different arms. With these two different forces, their power is definitely more than a little bit!"

Fang Ruolan gritted her teeth and her hands were even more powerful.

"The strength is rising, but why do your moves have so many flaws? You can't do it with such a simple thing? Raise your left hand a little higher and lower your right hand a little lower, and don't let your own hands become an obstacle for the other party!"

Fang Ruolan kept silent, but such a fast and strong attack made the true energy in her body consume a lot. She couldn't help but start to breathe, and her arms felt tired.

Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows and shouted, "How long has it been? Your endurance is too poor. During the battle, it is common sense to use true energy to relieve physical fatigue, and it is the most basic thing in battle!"

Fang Ruolan immediately tried to use her true energy to relieve fatigue, but because of distraction, the long sword in her hand slowed down.

Fang Zhike scolded: "Hey! Why is the speed slower again? Who will let you be distracted by fighting? Do you want to learn this temporarily during battle? How can you do that easily!"

Fang Ruolan gritted her teeth and secretly hated her heart, but she did not hate Fang Cheng, but hated that her strength was too low.

Although his cultivation level has reached the middle stage of foundation building, he is only a small level away from Fang Cheng, and he is using his best swordsmanship, but the other party is a magic cultivation that is good at magic.

But I am taught in the part I do best!

Why?
Chapter completed!