I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 117 You Will Be Crowned King

yin and yang.

The essence of all things exists in all things.

A solitary yin does not grow, a solitary yang does not grow, and only when one yin and one yang combine, can it be called Tao.

At this moment, Fang Qingran realized the truth!
perhaps.

He has understood his heart and is willing to work hard for it!

What is it to seduce the sword soul?
He wants to pinch a sword soul wife for himself!

The soul of the sword foundation, as expected, must be built by oneself, the most secure sense!

[Fantasy Accelerated Sword Soul], [Low-Rank Burning Sword Soul], [Middle-Rank Flowing Cloud Sword Soul], [Top-Rank Destroying Mountain Sword Soul]

……

All kinds of sword souls surround him, Fang Qingran imitates An Daoran in a learned way, absorbs a trace of true meaning contained in them, and integrates it into the Yin-Yang sword soul that is his cornerstone.

"With the support of the Golden Body of Myriad Tribulations and a large number of my physical attributes, the current level is far from the limit of my endurance."

Fang Qingran, who continued to endure the fusion of sword soul, had calm eyes.

At present, the feeling brought to him by the soul of the sword is similar to that of a toothpick stirring a big vat.

I can't say that I don't feel it at all, I can only say that it is not obvious.

At this time, his movements gradually became louder, attracting the attention of other sword cultivators except Ji Huaixing.

"Is this person also planning to try the method of creating the foundation of the sword soul shared by Mr. An?"

A sword cultivator who was pulling a ray of middle-grade sword soul couldn't help casting envious eyes.

Mr. An shared the method of forging a sword soul, which is easy to say, but difficult to do. The first step alone stopped 90.00% of sword repairers.

First of all, you must have a wisp of Wushuang Sword Soul as your root before you can proceed with the next operation!

This method of casting the soul of the sword is like building a high-rise building, requiring a solid foundation.

Only then can we continue to build on it.

To be qualified as a sword soul with a solid foundation, it must at least reach the quality of unparalleled.

"Look, he successfully attracted the second ray of Peerless Sword Soul, which is more efficient than Mr. An!"

A student of Tianshu Guanjian Academy couldn't help swallowing his saliva, looking more nervous than Fang Qingran who was practicing:

"This wisp of Peerless Sword Soul, if I'm not mistaken, it should be [Mirage Sword Soul]!
The sword cultivator who forged the sword bones of the mirage is good at creating an almost real illusion when facing the enemy. Many times, the enemy has lost his life without even realizing that he is in the illusion. "

"Mr. An failed in pulling the third ray of the true meaning of Wushuang Sword Soul, and I don't know how far he can go? Is there any possibility of success?"

Many sword cultivators whispered to each other, there is no doubt that Fang Qingran at this time has become the most attention-getting boy in the whole sword mound.

Deep in the sword mound.

Qiao Tingzhu, who was looking forward to the favor of the soul of the sword, heard these conversations that came into his ears from time to time, and from the corner of his eyes, he unconsciously aimed at the young man who was in the center of many souls of the sword.

After a while, Mei Mou turned away, her gaze restrained.

As the No. [-] freshman in the Kendo Institute of Tianshu Academy last year, she has her own pride in her heart.

In this trial of the sword mound, her goal is very simple and clear, to forge the foundation of the sword bone with the unparalleled quality of the sword soul!
"Which sword soul will be my companion in the future?"

There seemed to be light shining in the girl's eyes.

Suddenly, her heart moved slightly, it was an extremely strong palpitation, so strong that she was almost sure that her Peerless Sword Soul was about to be born!
The facts were indeed as expected by her intuition.

A wisp of misty and illusory, hazy, no matter how closely you look at it, the sword soul can't be seen clearly, wraps around her forearm, and circles her intimately, like a living thing.

Slightly familiar.

Seems like I've seen it somewhere before.

The memory of not long ago was like a tide, and the brilliance of longing and longing in her eyes quietly shattered at some point.

It was indeed Wushuang Sword Soul who took the initiative to come to the door.

Moreover, the effect that this wisp of Wushuang sword soul can bring is very suitable for her, and perfectly fits her usual fighting style.

Unparalleled quality [Mirage Sword Soul].

He just got out of the arms of that young man named Fang Qingran, and he didn't know the illusion that he had from time to time, that there was still a youthful smell on the sword soul.

what happened?

Why did the trip to Sword Tomb she was looking forward to develop into what it is today?

Should I accept it?

Still don't accept it?

The girl was distraught.

In her life so far, she has never been in a mood that is as chaotic as it is today.

Pursing his lips, he turned his head uncontrollably, as if he had a heart-to-heart connection, and the shy and innocent smile of the young man came into view.

At the same time, she saw another ray of sword soul leaving Fang Qingran's arms and rushing towards the leader of the new generation of Guanjian Academy.

It is also of unparalleled quality, named 【Dawn】.

She noticed that the young leader who gave people a very gentle and sunny feeling seemed to have the same eyes on herself.

The two were speechless.

The next moment, the gentle young man smiled.

What is contained in the smile may be joy and anticipation!
Dawn Sword Soul penetrated into his chest and merged with him.

Qiao Tingzhu knew that it was time for her to make a choice.

With that leader first, it seems that, thinking about it now, it is not particularly unacceptable?
Wushuang sword soul can be encountered but not sought after, especially the one that suits oneself!
"It's just that I went to his side first, and in the end the sword soul chose me!

What the hell am I thinking about! "

Patting his face lightly, Qiao Tingzhu pulled himself together, intending to restrain his thoughts and concentrate on the step of sword soul fusion.

But for no reason, the face of a teenager always pops up in my mind.

She seems to have heard the conversation, saying that the other party has successfully borrowed the true meaning of the five strands of Wushuang sword soul?
Qiao Tingzhu couldn't help but become more and more curious about what the sword bone foundation cast by the other party would look like.

"The sixth ray of Peerless Sword Soul!!"

Jianzhong was boiling, Ji Huaixing pumped his fist excitedly in his heart, and there was an imperceptible faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He who stared at Fang Qingran intently did not realize at all that even he was immersed in the current atmosphere.

At this moment, no matter who it is, as long as they are in the sword mound, they all have the same thought in their hearts.

They want to see where this young man can go, and how high his sword soul will be.

Not many people have paid attention to the old man who was the first to try and eat crabs, but failed in the final challenge.

An Daoran quietly closed his eyes, adjusted his breath, rested, his expression was quiet and peaceful, and he could not see the bitterness, sourness and helplessness of the failure of Forging the Supreme Sword Soul at all.

Due to the failure of the sword soul fusion stage, his state was greatly damaged, and it was almost impossible for him to try a sword soul of high-grade or higher quality in this sword tomb trial.

It is hard to imagine that an elderly person facing such pressure can still maintain a good attitude.

As Fang Qingran succeeded in absorbing the seventh and eighth strands of the true meaning of the Peerless Sword Soul, he gradually opened his eyes amidst endless cheers.

At this time, the young man's hand touched the ninth ray of Wushuang Sword Soul that flew over on its own initiative.

"The Ninth Wisp... that old woman... is really good... this deity has indeed waited for... the 'Soul of the Sword' that I was looking forward to..."

An Daoran smiled.

Old face, but no more kindness.

(End of this chapter)