Swordsman Fengyunzhi

Chapter 1222 Addicted to Cultivation
Chapter 150 IX Indulging in Cultivation

However, as the game went on, Lu Zhanyuan chuckled, and a sunspot landed on the ground with a "pop", which directly determined the victory or defeat.

"Yuanlong, Yuanlong, you're on the right track again."

There was no "shady move" in this round, Zhuge Yuanlong just bluffed himself.

Elder Yuanlong sighed, just now he was only thinking about guarding against the opponent's "shady tricks", but he didn't pay much attention to the chessboard.

"Great Elder, playing chess with you is really tiring."

"Then you still want to play with me? Why, addicted to being abused?" The Taoist boy asked with a smile.But Zhuge Yuanlong said the truth:

"It's just to refresh your mind."

But having said that, what Elder Yunlong thinks in his heart is not that simple. During the period of playing chess with the Great Elder, he has experienced "changing pieces by blinding the eyes", "spacing hidden chess", "automatically moving pieces on the chessboard" and so on. With all kinds of strange spells, it is absolutely impossible to say that there is no discomfort in my heart.

And Lu Zhanyuan naturally knew his purpose of improving his mood, so he deliberately made so many tricks.

Afterwards, the two played a new game again.

"Elder, why haven't you seen that kid these days?"

Since Yi Xifeng came back from the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Beasts, it can be said that he has shined brilliantly. With his own strength, he has faced the three masters of the Dacheng realm, and he can still remain invincible. This strength is enough to attract the attention of the senior officials of the Hall of True Martial Arts up.

"That kid is practicing on the back mountain."

"Cultivation?" Zhuge Yuanlong frowned immediately after hearing what the Great Elder said. Yi Xifeng had just returned from the Ten Thousand Beasts Kingdom. Logically speaking, he should cultivate for a longer period of time to calm himself down instead of rushing for success.

"Great Elder, you should let him cultivate for a period of time. If such a good seedling makes any mistakes in cultivation, it will be a big loss for the sect."

However, Elder Lu did not take it seriously, he said bluntly:
"You don't know, the skills fused by this kid are very weird, and the self-healing ability is no worse than those panacea medicines, and this kid is not stupid, so don't worry about anything going wrong."

……

On the mountain behind the Zhenwu Dao Hall, Yi Xifeng turned over all the kung fu moves he had memorized in the Shenyu Capital Mansion. Since he became the elder of the Zhenwu Hall guest minister, he has been running day and night to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Over the past few years, he has memorized almost all the exercises in half of the Buddhist scripture pavilions, and now it is time to take them out and practice them.

"Raising Wind Sword Formation", "Ling Hua Sword Technique", "Xiaoyao Jinghong Sword", "Leading Thunder Sword Technique" and so on, of course, not all of these sword techniques should be practiced, but to find those who compare Suitable for your own research.

For example, "Xiaoyao Jinghong Sword" and "Youlong True Meaning" are more suitable for him. The former has the reference of the Thirteen Swords of Chasing the Wind, and the latter has the base of Youlong Taijifeng. Compared with those beginners, He is much smoother.

The white and clean young man held the night sword Hanxing in his hand, and kept waving it, trying to find the trick of the Xiaoyao Jinghong sword, but after practicing hundreds of times, he still found nothing.

"Your sword technique is interesting." Xizhou Sword Sword Spirit said suddenly, which made Yi Xifeng, who was practicing Xiaoyao Jinghong Sword, look sideways.

"How to say?" Yi Xifeng wiped the sweat from his head and asked pantingly.

"Hehe, other sword techniques are driven by people to move the sword, but this move is driven by the sword. The person who created this method must be a wonderful person."

With such a mention, the young man Bai Jing immediately understood, no wonder when he was running his internal energy just now, he always felt that Ye Jianhanxing was about to escape from his control, so it was because of this.

"Senior, you mean to let the sword play freely, and I just need to follow it, right?"

"Hehe, you will know which is right and which is wrong, just try it."

Upon hearing this, Yi Xifeng couldn't help but click his tongue. This sword spirit is pretty good in everything, but he likes to show off, but it's all about making complaints about it. Sword skills still need to be practiced.

The white and clean youth walked up to a stone wall with his sword in his hand, and then tried to keep his figure as relaxed as possible. Immediately afterwards, streaks of pale golden inner energy shuttled between various meridians, and finally gathered at a point in the palm of his hand, flowing into the body of the sword.

"Xiaoyao surprised... hey!"

Just halfway through the low shout, Ye Jian Hanxing suddenly seemed to lose control, dragging Yi Xifeng's body straight to the stone wall.

With a "boom", the dust flew up.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the whole right arm of the white youth was seen sinking into the wall along with the blade of the sword. If his left palm hadn't supported the wall in time, he might have gone in at this moment.

The swordsmanship has been practiced, but the inner strength has been instilled a bit too much.

"It seems that I need to practice more and get used to it."

Afterwards, after hearing a loud shout, Yi Xifeng's veins suddenly bulged, and then he pulled out fiercely, pulling his arm out of the crack in the stone, but Ye Jianhanxing got stuck inside.

After pulling out his arm, the Bai Jing youth first performed the Nine Suns God and Demon Art to repair the scar on his arm, and after stretching his muscles and bones, he suddenly punched the stone wall.

"Divine strength!"

There was a loud bang, and the stone wall suddenly cracked, and then there was a "bang", and the entire five-foot-deep part of the stone wall was shattered into small stones. Jian Hanxing also fell to the ground.

Fortunately, there was no one around. The Hall of True Martial Arts has regulations, prohibiting disciples from opening caves in the back mountain without permission.

"Fortunately, the hole is not big." Yi Xifeng picked up the Hanxing sword and hurriedly retreated. He looked at the hole in front of him and the rubble on the ground, and suddenly couldn't explain it. It should be impossible to make up for it. I can only think of other ways.

……

A stick of incense passed in a hurry. At this time, the originally damaged stone wall seemed to have recovered, but if someone observed carefully, they could still find some clues.

Yi Xifeng patted the dust on his hands, laughed, and said to Xizhou:

"You're done! How about Senior Sword Spirit, please comment."

"Hehe, it's okay to deceive ordinary disciples with your phantom formation, but if the person who comes is an inner sect elder in the sect, you may be able to see through it at a glance."

Although the Bai Jing youth was ridiculed by the other party, he was not discouraged by it. This was the best solution he could think of.

"Hey, I can't just crush stones into powder and transform them into reinforced concrete, right?"

Xizhou Jianjian frowned and asked, "What is 'reinforced concrete'?"

"Uh...a composite material, in short, it has everything in it."

As he was talking, Yi Xifeng suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he hurriedly held the Hanxing Sword and walked towards the stone wall again.

(End of this chapter)