"Why haven't there been any movement for so long?"

"There is there! There is fluctuation! This is going to the third level!"

"It's still a few seconds. This Feiyu's sword intent has its own skills!"

At the entrance of Sword Seventy-Two, the group of Sword Sect disciples raised their heads expressionlessly, staring at the six masters above who were still sporting and climbing, and they all didn't know what to complain about...

The young people are naturally looking forward to the sword-control technique of the Sword Sect, but these masters who have been waiting for their whole lives have their own knots.

At this moment, I finally had hope and finally had the opportunity to take a look at the complete sword-controlling technique. These masters persisted for a while, and their mood was a little 'swept', and they chatted very vigorously on the stone wall.

In fact, it is not just a state of mind that is calm and unwilling to care about the world. Such true self and true nature are also the state of mind that some practitioners pursue.

In the cave, Wang Sheng had already stepped into the third floor, and still broke through the pass with his sword, breaking away all the phantoms that rushed out of the stone gate, and then turned to comprehend the sword technique on the stone wall.

The sword technique carved on the stone walls around the third floor can be regarded as the word exquisite.

Wang Sheng had no intention of stealing his master, but he could also give him many insights by verifying his seven-star sword formation and Liangyi sword.

Apart from sword control, Wang Sheng did not use the sword technique of the Sword Sect more, and he always felt that he would not be able to eat too much.

Without the master's excellent head, I just honestly chewed the Seven-Star Sword Formation and Liangyi Sword Intent...

Of course, if everything goes well this time, Wang Sheng will also devote himself to sword control in the future.

After all, that's sword-controlling...

Or they kill people thousands of miles away and take the enemy's heads from the chaotic army; or they roam the world with flying swords and control thousands of swords between their fingers!

Which sword cultivator doesn’t want to see the true form of such swordsmanship?

But although Wang Sheng was looking forward to it, he still walked very steadily.

He spent more than two hours on the third floor to read the sword technique here, took out the kettle and drank a sip of boiled water, and then pushed open the door on the third floor.

In the first thirty-six levels, Wang Sheng’s seven-star sword intent did not break through before passing the level before, and there would be no resistance; now his seven-star sword intent is perfect, and he is even more powerful.

If it weren't for him that he would stop to comprehend the sword technique on the stone wall every time, and the time it took him to comprehend the sword technique was getting longer and longer, it would probably be half an hour to refresh the current record of Sword Seventy-Two.

Gradually, the Daoist of the Sword Sect who were absorbed on the stone wall and jumped up several times also began to understand why Wang Sheng spent more and more time on each floor.

They were not angry that various sword techniques in the sect were seen by outsiders. On the contrary, they felt that Wang Sheng, a young sword cultivator, was becoming more reliable and putting more hope on Wang Sheng.

Finally, Wang Sheng pushed open the door to the fifth floor.

Two minutes later, the wave of sword intent intersecting again swept through the stone wall, making the Taoist man hold his breath and concentrate on feeling.

Due to the obstruction of the stone wall and the large array, the fluctuations they could capture were already very weak, probably just some simple oscillations.

The only information they used to judge whether Wang Sheng was in a tough battle was the length of the fluctuation.

At the 38th level, the fluctuations in the battle lasted for more than ten seconds;

At the 39th level, the fluctuations in the battle lasted for half a minute, and at the 40th level it was almost half a minute...

After fighting on the fifth floor, it took more than ten minutes to fight, which was obviously different from the sweeping of the thirty-six levels in the first four floors.

Although Wang Sheng's performance was still extremely fast for other level passers-by, and he was still not stopped. He passed by every level pass once; but the Taoist men hung on the stone wall to look at each other, and each of them was a little worried.

"Fiyu should have started to feel the pressure. It took him a minute to pass the 42nd level, and it took him three minutes to pass the 45th level."

"No problem. In fact, as long as you enter the seventh floor, you should be able to copy the sword-control technique on the stone wall."

"It's not that simple. I saw a broken ancient book that mentioned it. The arrangement of the eighteen levels behind is different from the previous one... The sword-controlling technique is the top priority of this sect, and it will definitely not be directly carved on the stone wall."

"Believe in non-verbal."

"I think this son's fate seems to have suffered a great disaster, but after the great disaster, we have regained great luck. This time we can borrow his fortune and should be able to do it."

"The theory of face and destiny is not credible. My Sword Sect should respect swords. Feiyu's sword intent has been fulfilled. If he cannot even get the sword control technique, I am afraid that God will delay our Sword Sect's initial ten years of practice."

The Taoists sighed and continued to wait on the stone wall.

The closer they were to the sword-controlling technique, the more anxious they were at this moment; however, what the Taoist men were worried about at this moment was actually not that...

About ten minutes ago, Wang Sheng had just broken the 38th phantom. Looking at the fifth stone gate in front of him, a thought arose in his heart.

Along the way, his seven-star sword intent was basically sweeping, and passing through the level was very limited to his improvement.

Then why not take the opportunity to sharpen your Liangyi sword intent?

At this time, his understanding of Liangyi's sword intent was still above the "Liangyi Good Guard" and was not very profound. If he could have some insights and improvements here, it would be a great thing.

So, when Wang Sheng took the second step, he deliberately restrained his seven-star sword intent. The long sword in his hand seemed powerless, but in fact his moves were endless.

Wang Sheng took half a minute to fight the phantom flying out of the stone gate this time; and the battle time continued to extend, but this collision between sword intent made Wang Sheng's understanding of the Liangyi Sword also increased by leaps and bounds.

So much so that after breaking the pass, Wang Sheng neither comprehended the sword intent on the stone wall nor pushed open the stone door leading to the sixth floor. Instead, he slowly sat down and quietly experienced his gains.

This experience was overnight.

The Taoist men outside thought Wang Sheng was injured, and they were worried and worried. The Taoist priests were much more pragmatic and began to study how to use scientific means to open the mountain and take out the sword-controlling technique inside.

Most of the young disciples dispersed. Although this matter should be paid attention to, they were still scolded by their respective masters for practicing swords.

At noon the second day after Wang Sheng passed the barrier, another wave of sword intent finally came; this time it was just a fierce battle, which took six minutes.

After the fight, there was no movement for another half an hour.

In the eyes of the Taoist master of the Sword Sect, Wang Sheng must have been injured.

But he had no idea that Wang Sheng had indeed fallen into a hard battle simply by relying on Liangyi’s sword intent. The hard battle could best inspire the cultivators’ insights...

...

Beachfront city, in a suite in a hotel with sea view.

Qing Yanzi was staring at the calm sea, the warm sunshine shone on the sea surface, and the waves became much gentler.

The door was covered with a faint sound, and there was a sound of footsteps outside. The Jindan monk raised his tone and chanted in a soothing and elegant tone:

"Looking at the sea, Xiao Hua is born, and the scales are blue and white.

Looking at the Immortal Island here, I suspect there are clouds and cranes singing."

"Cough!" A light cough came from outside the door, and then the door was pushed open. Chi Ling, who was a little tired, stepped in.

Qing Yanzi immediately smiled gently and asked, "Is the work over?"

"Well, I can rest for four hours," Chi Ling shrugged. She was about to take a seat on the sofa, but she felt a gentle air flow wrapping her whole body and kidnapped her directly onto the bed.

Qing Yanzi said seriously: "Lying down, I will relieve your fatigue."

"You..." The head of the investigation team was about to speak when he felt a pair of big hands pressing down his ankles, and then a warm current surged from her ankles, making her feel so comfortable that she couldn't refuse.

Chi Ling hummed lightly and did not refute.

At some point, the door was closed, and the security lock floated up by itself and put it on the lock.

Qing Yanzi gently tapped the acupoints on Chi Ling's legs and feet to help her quickly relieve her fatigue.

Chi Ling pulled the quilt to cover herself and asked softly: "Is it because of a psychological problem that I can't speak without saying anything?"

"No," Qing Yanzi said, "congenital deficiencies... This is not easy to explain.

It can be understood that she should have died prematurely, but I spent more than ten years of hard work to help her survive, and now her fate is stable. But for this, I have fallen into the problem of not being able to speak too much.

According to another saying, Buyu might have been a fairy in the sky in his previous life. God did not allow her to speak in this life and reveal the secrets in the sky to mortals."

"A crooked saying," Chi Ling rolled her eyes, "I want to help Buyu hire some psychologists."

"There is no problem with not speaking, and it is very simple," Qing Yanzi sighed softly, "It is better to worry about not speaking."

Chi Lingqi said: "What's wrong with Feiyu? Isn't he good?"

Qing Yanzi sighed: "The Lord of Ziwei Star, who ruled the nine stars, is also a sword that he practiced... Yesterday I was busy divining for him and was busy measuring his life for a day. When I watched the star constellation at night, I realized that his fate had changed."

Chi Ling frowned immediately, "Can you explain it briefly?"

"Okay, let's not mention my two apprentices for now. You are so busy that you finally have some time to spend with us."

"snort."

Qing Yanzi looked at Chi Ling with affectionate eyes, and called out softly: "A Ling..."

"Go and sit there, I'll go to bed if I don't press it."

"Hey, you sleep, you sleep."

Qing Yanzi turned over and got out of bed, sat cross-legged on the sofa; Chi Ling turned around, covered her quilt, muttering something or two.

It seems like, ‘Why didn’t you see you so obedient before’ or something like that.

Qing Yanzi couldn't help but smile, but just stared at her back tenderly, but had no thoughts.
Chapter completed!