"Just just now, I was shocked when the flying sword suddenly turned around. I forgot to keep the circulation of spiritual breath and flying spirits, so I fell off the flying sword. If I were not panic at that time and used a skillful force on my waist, I could turn the flying sword back..."

Fang Gui, who summed up his first experience, immediately started his second attempt. Last time, he only flew over the lake for a few breaths and fell into the lake. But this time, he held out for a while, and then he couldn't control his strength when the flying sword was spinning. However, he immediately climbed back to the cliff again and rushed down from the cliff for the third time!

Four times...

Five times...

Six times...

...

...

"Dong", "Dong", "Dong"

On the lake, miserable splashes are splashing.

But there is always a stubborn sword light on the cliff, which dives out again.

Two or three miles away, the disciples of Taibai Sect in the bamboo forest pavilion no longer know what to say.

They also forgot what they were talking about before, but looked speechlessly and amazed at the small figure who fell into the water again and again, climbed up the cliff again and again, and rushed out with flying swords. They felt that their views were a little broken!

As disciples of the Immortal Sect, of course they have heard of many whimsical ideas. Like this kid, many people use cliffs to practice flying swords. Among these people, some have their legs broken or some have been scared out of their courage. Most of them have become laughing stocks among disciples of the Immortal Sect. It seems that this kid is no different from those people.

The only difference is that after those people suffered more or less a few times, they honestly accepted these unrealistic thoughts, and the boy in front of them...

...Is he not afraid of death or falling?

At the beginning, everyone was holding a joke-looking person, and at this time they felt a little laughed. The atmosphere in the pavilion seemed a little quiet for a moment. Only the strange screams of the boy on the lake in the distance came from time to time, as if they were a little excited.

"bite……"

In this silent atmosphere, the senior sister Yan gently pulled the Yaoqin on her knees, and the crisp sound of the piano pulled everyone back from silence. Senior sister Yan gently looked over from the three disciples of Wushan Valley and smiled: "Junior Brother Zhang Jing, Junior Brother Meng Liuhun, Junior Sister Xu Yueer, you three are all the best in Wushan Valley. You have to go through the Ten Miles Valley. It is not difficult for you to pass the assessment. Whether you can enter the top ten, so as to get the rewards from the Immortal Sect is what you should compete for..."

"But we can not give you many advice on the top ten disputes. You all understand the taboos in the Ten Mile Valley. The rest needs to be done by yourself. Although a month is short, working hard can make you more chances of winning. Look at the children on the lake, they are much younger than you, but they have the courage to practice swordsmanship. Maybe in a month, you will have one more competitor!"

The disciples of Wushan Valley, Zhang Jing, Meng Liuhun and Xu Yueer were all silent when they heard this. Of course, they were unwilling to believe that the desperate boy who had obviously just been in contact with Feijian was qualified to become their opponent in a month, but they also knew that Senior Sister Yan was reminding them that instead of trying to find out what the Shili Valley could do, it was better to work hard to improve their strength.

They all stood up and said to Senior Sister Yan and Senior Brother Lu: "Thank you for your advice, senior brother!"

Before leaving, the people all looked at the figure practicing swords on the lake, and Xu Yue'er wrinkled her nose in discontent.

"What's so amazing? My flying sword is much better than you..."

After these people left, the senior brother Lu, wearing a white robe, was not convenient for a long time. He looked at the figure practicing swords on the lake, with a look of displeasure in his eyes. It seemed that he had just said that this kid was not practicing swords like this, but he persisted again and again, making his face look a little unfair. After a moment of silence, he said, "Junior Sister Yan Ying, that kid doesn't know the rules and shouts on the Jinghu Lake, disturbing you, do you want me to drive him away and prevent him from making trouble in your place of practice?"

Senior Sister Yan shook her head gently and said, "Thank you, Brother Lu, for your kindness, but I don't have to pay attention to him. I was just ordered to practice here for cultivation, but this Jinghu is not mine, nor is it the gate of the Immortal Accessory. He is willing to practice swords here, so how can I scatter people's practice?"

“…”

“…”

Fang Guizi now doesn't know that he has become the positive example of Senior Sister Yan's mouth in the pavilion. He doesn't even know that someone is watching him practice flying swords. He just fell into the lake again and again, and truly felt some skills when he was fighting swords.

These skills can be understood but not expressed in words. If you don’t experience them yourself, you will not be able to understand them even if others say them to you many times. And with this understanding again and again, he has been flying in the air with his sword longer and longer.

Of course, although he fell into the lake again and again, he suffered a lot of injuries from such a high place. However, Fang Gui practiced the Nine Spirit Holy Book, with strong spiritual breath, bruises and fatigue cured the next day, which did not affect his sword practice the next day. Moreover, his spiritual breath was strong and endless, which also made him have a lot of time to practice swords than the third level of ordinary Qi training.

Other disciples at the third level of Qi training may have a continuous sword-controlled incense stick, and they may have exhausted their magic power and need to breathe again, but Fang Gui was completely untiring. Even if he continuously controlled the sword, he felt that he could last for more than half an hour.

Day by day, Fang Gui practiced flying swords for seven or eight days on Jinghu, and gradually gained experience and became more and more mature in driving the sword.

By this time, he was very different from when he was practicing sword here. He flew with his sword. A ray of spiritual light flew over the lake, stopped and moved in, turned around, sometimes lifted his sword and rushed into the air, and sometimes he drooped low and brushed the lake surface. He looked light and skillful, and at a fast speed, he could not even see a figure. He only saw a red sword light flying above the lake surface, which was extremely magical.

At this time, he no longer looked like a beginner, but he was a veteran who had put in a lot of skills.

"Hahahaha, our Master Fang Gui is indeed a descendant of an immortal, with extraordinary talent..."

Fang Gui himself could also feel that he was flying into the road. Every time he flew with his sword, he was full of joy. He left his smug smile on the Jinghu Lake. The comfort in his heart was really unwilling to tell others, and it was extremely beautiful...

"I actually practiced..."

What Fang Gui didn't know was that during the time he was practicing sword, there were often a pair of eyes looking at him in the depths of the bamboo forest.

That gaze, from the beginning, was curious, to see how many times he could suffer before giving up. Later, he gradually became a little admiration for him, and then when he saw his sword-control technique improve so quickly, he felt a little surprised. The master of his eyes thought of the time it took to practice Fang Gui when he first came into contact with the flying sword, and he even had some expectations for him.

"This kid is different from other disciples in the sect..."

She didn't know who this kid was, and why she didn't even care about practicing the flying swords. After all, Wushan Valley disciples are the most important thing. Now, except for those who are preparing to pass the assessment in the Shili Valley trial, everyone else should still concentrate on practicing. If this kid is trying for the Shili Valley trial, the level of the flying swords is obviously not enough...

"Now I'm flying well in a place without obstacles..."

At this time, Fang Gui raised his legs and sat on the ghost sword on the mirror lake. He was also thinking: "But this is just the first step. When you enter Shili Valley, you are not so easy. Instead, you have to avoid countless obstacles and dangers. So I should continue to practice how to avoid obstacles and escape dangers, and increase my reaction ability..."

After thinking carefully, Fang Gui turned his head and looked at the bamboo forest next to him.

The bamboo forest is deep, endless purple bamboos are tall or short, thick or thin, with lush branches and leaves, and are chaotic. The gaps between bamboos are big and small, with large spaces several feet apart, and the small ones are only between fists. From a distance, they look like a wall, which is airtight.

"If I could control my sword in the bamboo forest, my speed would be as fast as possible without hitting every bamboo..."

Fang Gui's eyes gradually shine and he slowly climbed up from the sword.

"Seeing that he is not old, maybe he is just the nephew of a teacher in the sect. It is not limited to three years, so there is no need to rush to practice. After becoming interested in the flying sword, he imagined that he would come here to practice the flying sword. Now, he has practiced the flying sword to this level in just a few days. It is really like a miracle. Maybe in a few years, another genius will appear in the sect..."

Now, the senior sister Yan in the pavilion was also thinking secretly.

She didn't expect that she would have curiously watched a stranger practice flying sword for several days, but she didn't care about her own cultivation. However, now this person has achieved some success in sword control. It's useless to stay here, so it must have left...

Then at this moment, her pupils suddenly shrank: "What are he going to do?"

In her shocked eyes, the boy sitting on the sword suddenly stood up, with a strange scream, and with a "swoosh", the sword under her feet turned into a bloody light and flew straight into the bamboo forest. Then she heard a crackling patch in the bamboo forest, and branches and leaves were flying endlessly. It was obvious that starting from the outside of the bamboo forest, a messy line collapsed straight into the depths of the bamboo forest...

"At such a fast speed, I'm afraid of life?"

The senior sister Yan frowned slightly, patted Yaoqin gently, but a blue green flying sword flew out from it. She stepped on the sword, and her body was like a light green light, flying straight out of the pavilion and flew towards the direction of the boy rushing into the bamboo forest.

You have to see if he dies or not…

However, before the Senior Sister Yan could fly to that place, she saw a silent bamboo forest suddenly sounding another loud shout of Zhu Shuye Fei, and then she saw a strange blood-colored sword light flying straight out of the bamboo forest.

The sword light was crooked, as if trying to avoid the surrounding bamboos. But the bamboo forest was so dense, how could it be done? I don’t know how many purple bamboos were torn and cut off by the sharp sword light, and they collapsed all the way. The boy on the sword ran away with his head in his arms, and there was a mess behind him...

Under such circumstances, ordinary people probably had fallen from the flying sword long ago, and he was still steadily stepping on the flying sword.

This basic skill is really good practice.

However, when he rushed to the edge of the bamboo forest, he finally couldn't hold back and was blocked by a thick purple bamboo. It would be fine if he rushed straight towards the purple bamboo, but he was actually thinking of avoiding it. He immediately turned the flying sword and slashed across the purple bamboo sideways. The thick purple bamboo broke, and he was swept hard by the branches and leaves of the purple bamboo and fell off the flying sword.

"Dong!"
Chapter completed!