I became a spiritual husband and was forced to farm

Chapter 64 Sword Training Ground

Zhongtai used his spiritual power to check Fu Yao's meridians, spiritual energy, and Dantian inch by inch. He even checked the sea of ​​​​consciousness with Dedao Jiurong's permission. There were indeed signs of poisonous mist invading the meridians, but they were all very thin. Under the effect of the rejuvenation pill, there is not much left.

"There is indeed still a little toxin left in the body. This is a fifth-grade detoxification pill. If you take one after waking up, there will be no serious problem. However, her body has lost both energy and blood. She needs to take good care of herself in the near future. Otherwise, even if her cultivation level is improved again in the future, It’s all harmful to your health!”

Zhongtai had also seen the appearance of the little girl four years ago. She was so skinny and skinny that it was particularly pitiful. He thought she would get better after having a master, but judging from the physical condition she just checked, her condition was not good.

Jiurong collected the elixir, held up his young disciple, thanked him and left.

After sleeping for a whole day, Fu Yao woke up. She was frightened out of a nightmare. In the dream, Fu Yao was also kidnapped by Hong Yuan'er.

She was tortured and humiliated, but no one stood up for her. Fu Yao died in despair. Master Jiurong never showed up. Later, when he learned that his new apprentice was dead, he just sighed and said nothing.

Fu Yao was frightened and woke up by the cruel environment of cultivating immortals. If he didn't have excellent understanding, the big guys behind the scenes were planning to gain enlightenment. They were afraid that his life and death would really be insignificant in their eyes. Bar!
Fu Yao touched her soaked clothes and felt ridiculous for her previous guess. How could a person who cultivated immortality care about a small cause and effect if his hands were not stained with blood and his heart was hard-hearted.

When I rushed to be my master, I'm afraid I was just trying to win first, but Jiurong took the opportunity!

Fu Yao didn't know whether the dream she had was a real possibility, or whether it was caused by her inner fear of having thoughts and dreams every day and night.

But people who cultivate immortality are selfish and cold-hearted, especially those high-level monks who are all scheming people. What will they do that is not beneficial?

Therefore, no one in this world can be trusted. The only way is to increase one's own bargaining chips. When the time comes, there will be people who are willing to go through fire and water for him.

After thinking about it, Fu Yao opened her eyes and got out of bed as if nothing had happened. If you observe carefully, the cold feeling on her body will increase.

"Wake up, this is the detoxification pill someone on the stage has prescribed for you. You were still infected with some toxins when you went to the swamp this time. You can get rid of it after taking it."

Fu Yao didn't show any pretense and immediately took the detoxification pill. Sure enough, she felt wisps of pain all over her body. It seemed that the pill had an effect.

"This is the Black Blood Fruit. It nourishes the body, so use it as well!"

Fu Yao knew that it was caused by excessive blood loss. The symptoms before coma were very similar to the sequelae of blood donation in her previous life.

Jiurong also knew that he had been too negligent towards his young disciple before, which led to her coma, not to mention that he was partly responsible for her being kidnapped.

While Jiurong was waiting for Fu Yao to refine the Black Blood Fruit, he saw the gray ducks playing in the little disciple's newly opened small pond. He thought of the basic swordsmanship he had given her before, and he didn't know how well he had learned it. After joining Wuxiang Peak, you still need to be able to master swordsmanship.

"Fu Yao, how do you feel about the swordsmanship my master taught you?"

Fu Yao, who had just opened her eyes, was stunned. What was she doing, checking her homework?
"Then disciple, please correct me, master!"

"Whoosh!"

Fu Yao picked up the wooden sword she had practiced with before from the table. The sword cut through the air and struck hard in the direction of Jiurong. But to Jiurong, it was like a child playing softly. The speed was too slow and too light. As soon as he ducked to the side, the move failed. "So soft and weak?"

When Fu Yao heard this, she felt slightly unconvinced, accelerated her attack speed, and stabbed him with another sword.

But their understanding of the sword was like a chasm. Fu Yao's movements were slowed down countless times in Jiurong's eyes. Not surprisingly, they failed again.

"Are your eyes used to vent your anger? You can't attack even if they're in front of you. If the enemy comes to you, won't you be able to stab them accurately?"

Jiurong's mouth now seemed to be filled with poison, without any concern for Fu Yao's feelings.

Fu Yao speeded up, bent down and stabbed.

"It's so fancy, those who know know that you are using swordsmanship, but those who don't know think you are dancing!"

Fu Yao was also shocked by her master's venomous words, which strangely overlapped with the instructors from the university's military training. Her originally angry mood calmed down, and the next sword moves became more steady and more vicious than the last.

"stop!"

"Yes, not being angry at other people's words and being able to control your own emotions are the basic skills of swordsmanship.

Whether it is fear, anger, sadness, timidity, etc., these emotions should not affect a sword cultivator, because a sword cultivator's emotional stability is related to the stable performance of his strength.

For example, if an impulsive and irritable swordsman knows this weakness and his enemy deliberately angers him before the battle, then there will be flaws everywhere during the battle, and death is not far away. "

Fu Yao didn't expect that emotions were so important to a monk, and thought that her previous venomous tongue was just a habit.

"Your swordsmanship is still very immature, and you probably have very little actual combat experience. It's my fault that your teacher failed to arrange lessons for you in time.

Starting today, you will spend six hours in Wuxiang Peak's dedicated sword training field. There are images of Wuxiang Peak's predecessors in the past, and they will match your opponents based on your strength.

Fighting between swordsmen and swordsmen is the best way to improve your combat power. Your senior brothers all came here like this. You are relatively lucky. After they learned how to draw sword moves, they were thrown into the sword practice field by their masters. "

Fu Yao was excited in her heart. She was suffering from the lack of cultivation and strength. She only learned the basics of swordsmanship by following the script. Now she was finally going to learn the real stuff!
Seeing his excited disciple, Jiurong said nothing more. With a wave of his hand, Fu Yao changed places.

In a virtual space, only the place where Fu Yao stood was concrete, and the rest was completely foggy, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Welcome Fu Yao, the 487th generation disciple of Wuxiang Peak, to the sword training field. We will test the disciple's cultivation to the early stage of foundation building, and we will match you with an opponent."

A slightly stiff and cold voice sounded, startling Fu Yao. He looked around and found nothing. He did not expect that the technology in the world of immortality was very advanced, but they would only research in directions that were useful to them, such as shadow stones and teleportation talismans. , spirit boats, etc., these are all products invented for their own convenience!

Presumably this is also a more powerful formation. If every peak of the sect has a similar inheritance, no wonder it has stood in the world of immortality for thousands of years!
"The opponent has three breaths left to arrive on the battlefield, please be prepared!"