Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 144 Sun Qiaoer's Talent
After listening to Tianlang's lecture, Song Qing was no longer as blind as before, and began to gradually adapt to his current state.

The technique of controlling the flying sword is still very easy to cultivate. It pays attention to injecting a trace of spiritual knowledge into the flying sword while the monk injects mana.

The power of the flying sword is controlled through the size of mana, and the flying sword is controlled through spiritual knowledge, and the balance between the two must be paid attention to. If there is too much mana, it will be difficult for the monk to control his own flying sword. There are no advantages but disadvantages.

And if there is too much spiritual knowledge, it is like an adult fighting with a child's toy, and it may be harmed instead, and the spiritual knowledge will be damaged.

It is precisely because of this that controlling the flying sword is also a science.

But Song Qing's spiritual consciousness is average now, and his magic power is also ordinary, so when he controls the flying sword, his power is also ordinary.

Fortunately, it is not difficult to control the flying sword. It took Song Qing about a day to learn the skill of controlling the sword.

And at night, Song Qing didn't practice, but took out some miscellaneous notes that he had copied in the Sutra Pavilion, and read them with relish.

After all, Song Qing was also a famous foundation-building monk, so the "reading" of spiritual consciousness was ten lines at a glance, and he finished it quickly.

"I didn't expect that there would be such... strange things in this world."

After reading those miscellaneous notes, Song Qing couldn't help sighing slightly, he was just a country boy before, where did he see anything in the world?
Even now, Song Qing is only limited to a corner of the Lingwu Mountains, so naturally he doesn't know that there are so many wonders in this great world.

In particular, the three volumes of "Kyushu Wind and Cloud Record", "Four Seas Journey" and "Donghai Journey" broadened Song Qing's vision. Big.

Song Qing now knows that he is in a place called Lingwu Cultivation Realm, which is located in Haozhou, and this Lingwu Cultivation Realm is not the only one in Haozhou.

In this mainland of China, it is divided into Kyushu. Haozhou is one of the Kyushu, and Lingwu Cultivation Realm is one of the three major comprehension realms in Haozhou. Realm and Biluo Cultivation Realm.

And beyond the mainland of China, there is a boundless ocean. According to the four directions of the world, they are the east, west, north, south and four seas, and there are powerful monster races, prehistoric beasts and beasts entrenched.

Of course, there are still human monks in these four seas, but they only occupy a small part of them.

Among the four seas, the East China Sea is where the human race is more prosperous. Several realms of self-cultivation have already been formed. Although these are derived from the ancient inheritance, they are not something the human race is proud of.

"The world is big, it seems that I will continue to work hard!"

After reading the last volume of jade slips, Song Qing habitually twitched the corners of his mouth, a little helplessly, but also a little firmly said.

After reading all kinds of travel notes and miscellaneous notes, Song Qing had a strong motivation and practiced for a while before returning to the inner room to rest. It was already midnight.

The next day, Song Qing got up early in the morning, swept away his spiritual sense, and saw Sun Qiaoer taking care of the elixir in the medicine garden, Song Qing couldn't help smiling, ignored Sun Qiaoer, and came to his own courtyard.

Song Qing probably mastered the skill of controlling the flying sword yesterday. Although he couldn't take someone's head from a hundred steps away, he thought he had mastered the flying sword, so now he had to practice flying the sword to fly to the sky.

It is precisely because of this that Song Qing could not practice in the quiet room, so Song Qing had to practice in the courtyard.

"rise!"

Song Qing patted the storage bag, took out the green wood sword, stroked the blade lightly, then pinched a sword formula, injected mana and a trace of spiritual consciousness into the green wood sword, then threw the green wood sword, and at the same time said He gave a low drink.

Seeing the wind, the green wood sword grows and becomes half a foot in size, the blade can just step on a person.

Seeing that the Aoki sword had grown a little bigger as expected, Song Qing couldn't help being overjoyed, but he didn't dare to be careless, nervously controlled the flying sword to fall to the height of his ankle, and then jumped onto the Aoki sword.

"So this is Stepping Sword Yukong! It's amazing!"

Song Qing looked at the green wood sword slowly rising under his feet, and sighed involuntarily in his heart. Although he had ridden the flying sword, he didn't control it himself. How could he feel so deeply now?
"Yo Yo, set it up for me! Set it up!"

Just as the Aoki sword was rising slowly, Song Qing was distracted by the excitement in his heart, and the Aoki sword under his feet lost his balance and became precarious.

"Tom."

In the end, Song Qing fell hard on the Qingmu sword. Fortunately, the height of the Qingmu sword is not high, but it is necessary to lose face.

"Qiaoer, have you seen enough? If you have seen enough, come out."

Song Qing stood up, dusted off his clothes, faced a certain direction, and said with an ugly face.

That's right, Sun Qiao'er was indeed hiding there, and Song Qing's embarrassing scene just now was not missed.

"Uncle Master."

Sun Qiao'er came out, buried her head very low, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito's. She could naturally see Song Qing's ugly face.

"If you're not taking care of elixir in the medicine garden, what are you doing here... go back to the medicine garden."

Song Qing originally wanted to teach Sun Qiaoer a lesson, but seeing the latter's pitiful appearance, he couldn't help but feel soft-hearted, so he waved his sleeves and sent Sun Qiaoer back to the medicine garden.

"Yes..." Sun Qiaoer agreed, but hesitated to speak.

"What else is there?" Song Qing asked impatiently.

"Qiaoer once sold acrobatics in the mundane world, walked through the clues, and knew that in order to maintain balance, one must be as calm as a mirror. I saw my uncle Yujian before, and I think this Yujian should be like this."

Sun Qiaoer didn't know why, maybe it was because Song Qing didn't blame her before, so she spoke out what was in her heart, although her voice was very small, but it was clear to her ears.

"Balance? Mind as smooth as a mirror? Well, you go down."

After listening to Sun Qiaoer's words, Song Qing muttered a few times in a low voice, then waved his sleeves and said to Sun Qiaoer, with a hint of impatience in it.

"Yes."

This time Sun Qiaoer didn't stay any longer, she saluted Song Qinggong directly, and then retreated.

"Balance? Heart as smooth as a mirror? Hehe, Tianlang, do you think I'm useless? Even a little girl in the Qi refining realm dares to teach me."

Song Qing repeated Sun Qiaoer's words for a few more words, and then said softly, apparently not taking the latter's words to heart.

"This guy is not bad. He has such a talent in the way of swordsmanship. If he encounters any chance, he will definitely soar into the sky."

I don't know how long it took, just when Song Qing thought that Tianlang could not transmit sound, there was a voice of admiration, and there was no doubt that Tianlang was indeed.

(End of this chapter)