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Chapter 518: Da Ri Jianzi is the teacher

After playing with it in a novel way, Jiang Ding quickly figured out the function of this golden elixir clone.

To put it simply, this is something similar to the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Great Sun Heavenly Lake, the Green Wood Immortal Sect, the Green Wood Ancient Tree, and the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Xuanwu Armor. They can all give immortal cultivators a huge advantage in certain aspects out of thin air.

Even though the teachers only have one share, this is the top school in Xianmen!

Zhenjun Dinghai and others used their abilities to eliminate many monks on the way to growth, and thus obtained.

The vast majority of Nascent Soul cultivators have none at all.

"You have time, should you continue practicing, or should you go home?"

Jiang Ding thought for a while.

"Go home. I haven't been home for three months. I feel homesick."

The Taiqing Flying Sword was retracted, and the figure flashed, flying into the distance with flickering lines.

All that was left was a naked young man with long hair reaching his waist.

Thought for a moment.

He paused the comprehension and deduction of the concealment spell "Magnetic Invisibility", slowly stood up from the silver coffin, and gently grabbed around with one hand.

A flash of blue magic power.

On the ground, parts of the silver-white metal ground became soft, and silver-white metal filaments were pulled out and rushed toward the body, weaving and wrapping around the body surface. From time to time, they used mana to refine one or two, and engraved one or two levels of formation patterns. .

After a while,

A silver Taoist robe was draped on the young man's body. The aura was shining, and the color of his body changed, turning blue again.

"High-grade magic weapon..."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and felt for a moment, then said with satisfaction: "It's so fast to refine a high-grade magical weapon using only a single material of the first-grade low-grade silver spirit iron."

"Brother, you are worthy of being the ancestor of Jindan. This is too strong."

With a thought, a blue magnetic levitation cloud lifted into the sky.

Even without a magic weapon, his speed is considered top among the Golden Core cultivators.

"Without a flying sword, the speed suddenly slows down."

Jiang Ding said with envy: "With the Taiqing Flying Sword, combined with the Xiaocheng-level "Magnetic Flash", you can break through space and fly away. Golden elixir monks cannot compare."

The blue clouds fade away.

……

In the middle floor of a building.

Wei Hu and a group of men and women ranging in age from their twenties to their fifties and sixties formed a neat queue and waited anxiously.

"Wei Hu, are you sure that Senior Jiang will really come?"

A burly man asked again: "If the seniors don't come, I will stop working. I have done well in Dongyang Education and Training, and I am quite profitable. It is enough for me to support my old age and raise my children."

"Yes!"

"Me too."

A circle of people around him started cheering.

As well-known teachers in the cold weapon education and training industry, they all earn a good income. Over the years, they have adapted to their work and do not want to change. It is originally very difficult to recruit a large number of people.

"Senior Jiang said yes."

Wei Hu made no promises or guarantees, just showed them the reply he received.

Some Qi cultivators and ordinary people are not qualified to urge the Golden elixir cultivators to do anything. They can only wait for the results.

"That's good."

The burly man felt relieved.

As long as Jin Dan really promised it, even if it doesn't come, it's worth waiting for days and months, and it's not a waste of time.

"As long as you didn't make it up."

People around him also smiled.

Someone showed a look of yearning: "Senior Jiang is the one who has the highest achievement in cold weapons in the Immortal Sect. Even if we don't learn anything after this trip, if we spread the word, our reputation will be even higher."

"What does this little fame mean?"

Some people disagree: "Most of us who can do well in the field of cold weapons are passionate about it. Being able to experience higher-level swordsmanship is a life well spent."

"That's true. Now that we've reached this point, we don't have to worry about food and clothing. It's not difficult to make a little fortune."

"If you can make further progress in cold weapons, you can work for free without being paid."

People around him echoed.

On the horizon, a blue magnetic levitation cloud streaked across the sky.

A young man in green clothes stepped on the clouds, stood with his hands behind his back, and flew towards him at high speed.

"Team up!" "Don't let the chain slip!"

Wei Hu shouted in a low tone, regardless of whether these people were famous elders from the Xiandu education and training institution, his tone was very rude.

The people around him were not angry, and even behaved worse. Some people's palms were sweaty, their steps were stiff, and their movements were deformed.

The ancestor of Jindan!

Extend your life by six hundred years, and your power will be boundless.

Don't look at the words "True Lord" and "Mighty One" flying around in the news. In fact, many people have never seen a Golden Elixir cultivator in their lives.

At the age of the Golden elixir monks, even their fathers and grandfathers must obediently assume the identity of children here, instead of some self-proclaimed cold weapon celebrity in the education and training world.

A young man in green clothes flew here, and the clouds dispersed under his feet.

"I've seen it before, Senior Jiang."

Wei Hu took the lead, and the remaining sixty or so Qi Practitioners and Innate Warriors saluted respectfully.

"Well, hello everyone."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly and said without any nonsense: "Everyone, practice basic swordsmanship. Innate warriors practice basic swordsmanship. Qi cultivators practice basic swordsmanship."

"Yes, senior!"

Wei Hu and others were also used to this style and loudly claimed that it was true.

Golden elixir monks and the others are not usually in contact with them, but foundation-building monks are still seen occasionally. Their style has always been straightforward. They want to finish their work as soon as possible and go to practice. They don't have so much time to exchange pleasantries.

Sonorous!

shhhhh!

For a moment, the sword light lit up here, and more than sixty people drew their swords at the same time. The innate warriors were shimmering with silver light, and the qi-training monks were flying swords in the air, practicing the most basic sword-controlling skills. Sword qi and strong winds were everywhere, and it was very lively.

While practicing, many people secretly glanced at the young man in green in front of them and quickly took it back.

Jiang Ding's expression was calm, without any emotion or anger.

"The Immortal Sect really has no place for cold weapons."

He lamented in his heart.

"The sword moves are stiff and rigid, and there is too much emphasis on tricks, side moves, and viciousness. It can produce results in a short period of time and improve the score, but the way forward in kendo is blocked."

"No one ever looked after them?"

“And this is not just one person’s preference, most people are eager for quick success!”

Jiang Ding knew that, in fact, no one was in charge.

Parents and schools only need results within a short period of time.

long?

After the college entrance examination, you can't talk about it for a long time.

"Wei Hu, the stabbing style should be like this..."

Jiang Ding did not put his emotions into it, and spoke as softly as possible, like coaxing a child: "The flying sword will strike naturally, don't think about sharpness. This is the sharp edge that naturally appears after mastering the sword. There is no need to be deliberate."

While speaking, many places in Wei Hu's meridians and soul were marked with improper use of mana and consciousness.

Under the peak golden elixir level consciousness and sword intention, these shortcomings that are difficult for Qi training monks to find are clearly visible.

"Yes, senior!"

Wei Hu trembled, and quickly followed the guidance of his spiritual consciousness, and stabbed out with the flying sword again.

The power of the sword thrust did not increase further.

Instead, it became messy and floating.

"Senior, I'm too stupid..."

Wei Hu's face turned red.

"It's okay, let's do it again, take your time."

Jiang Ding encouraged: "No one can learn it once and for all. If you learn it over and over again, you will learn it after a long time."

Starting from school,

Teacher Zhang Dingjun, Teacher Guo Kui, True Lord Dinghai, True Lord Killer of Souls, and Teacher Yuan, no one became impatient or said bad words because he failed to learn many times.

As their student, he naturally does not lack patience.

"Is your name Liu Ling? Classmate Liu Ling, the sword-cutting style should be..."

"Classmate Guo Dongzheng, when you draw your sword, don't always grit your teeth and try your best. Innate strength and strength are like this. This will actually reduce the speed and power of the sword..."

Jiang Ding's spiritual consciousness was divided into more than sixty strands, and he easily found the inappropriate points between their sword moves and patiently taught them.

(End of this chapter)