Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Ouyang Nanfeng was happy, but Fang Lin was confused.

What does he know?

Could it be that the news about him causing trouble in the Xiao family reached the Xianwu Academy so quickly?

It must be!

After a day's delay, it's not surprising that the two masters knew about it.

"It's good to know!"

After thinking about it, Fang Lin nodded.

Since these two masters were so happy, there was no need to report them.

Originally, he wanted to cause trouble for them and it was difficult to explain. Now it seems that the two masters are not very satisfied with the Xiao family.

However, Fang Lin's answer had a different meaning in the ears of the two masters.

Fang Lin said this, which is equivalent to confirming that he is the reincarnation of the Golden Immortal!

What does this mean?

This shows that he is the greatest treasure of Xianwu Academy.

At that moment, Ouyang Nanfeng's eyes lit up.

At that moment, he took Fang Lin's hand and walked outside.

"Master, what are you doing? I can't get used to your enthusiasm!"

Fang Lin was dragged behind Ouyang Nanfeng and shouted.

However, Ouyang Nanfeng ignored him. As he walked away, he said: "Of course I am going to practice. If you are here, wouldn't it be in vain if you don't practice?"

The golden fairy’s advice is priceless.

Ouyang Nanfeng naturally wanted Fang Lin to give him guidance.

However, Fang Lin was thinking in his heart that the master must have known that he was weak against the Xiao family and wanted to teach him swordsmanship.

This master is still very responsible!

As a result, Fang Lin let Ouyang Nanfeng drag him, and not long after, the two of them arrived at the small woods in the back mountain.

On weekdays, few people come to the back mountain, but now that it is getting late, it is even more desolate.

A gust of wind blows and you can hear the rustling of leaves.

There was something strange in the darkness.

Fortunately, Fang Lin was a disciple of Ouyang Nanfeng. Otherwise, he really thought that Ouyang Nanfeng, a bad old man, was as good as Long Yang.

"bring it on!"

The two stood opposite each other, Fang Lin holding the Qingshuang Sword in his hand, feeling a little excited.

move.

After all, Ouyang Nanfeng's sword is famous in the fairy world, and now he can get his guidance, which will be of certain help to Fang Lin.

"bring it on!"

Similarly, Ouyang Nanfeng was also excited.

The reincarnation of the Golden Immortal is a legendary figure.

As long as you explain a few sentences to him, he can make a qualitative leap.

Such fate is rare.

However……

call……

The cold wind blew by. You looked at me and I looked at you. After a long while, no one moved.

"Um...master, didn't you teach me swordsmanship?"

Finally, Fang Lin couldn't help but ask.

The two of them faced each other, neither of them speaking, and the affectionate atmosphere made Fang Lin feel a little embarrassed.

Ouyang Nanfeng was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Didn't Fang Lin want to give him some advice?

What qualifications does he have to guide a reincarnated golden immortal?

But on second thought, it makes sense.

After all, the reincarnation of the Golden Immortal involves the secret of heaven, and Fang Lin is still weak now and cannot expose his identity.

Perhaps, he wanted to use this method of teaching from master to disciple to give him guidance!

Didn't Old Ghost Yu also receive guidance from Fang Lin when he was practicing calligraphy?

Yes, that must be the case!

This disciple of his is worthy of being a powerful Golden Immortal.

They consider the issues so thoughtfully.

After Ouyang Nanfeng figured it out, his heart suddenly became enlightened.

He casually picked off a branch, weighed it, and said, "Then I'll show my shame!"

These words made Fang Lin feel a little confused.

Ouyang Nanfeng is clearly his master. Isn't it a natural thing to teach his disciples the skills?

Why has it become a show of shame?

He never thought Ouyang Nanfeng was modest before.

People?

Forget it, never mind!

As long as he can teach it!

While Fang Lin was confused, Ouyang Nanfeng had already started to move.

I saw him using a branch as a sword, and raising his hand, the majestic sword surged forward with terrifying power.

Although there is only one person, it is like an army of thousands.

He stood there, as if he was integrated with the heaven and earth, full of the true meaning of the great road, and his sharp edge was revealed.

"It is indeed the famous Ouyang Sword in the fairy world. It is really wonderful that you can reach such a state with wood as a sword!"

When Fang Lin saw this scene, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but admire.

These words fell into Ouyang Nanfeng's ears, and Ouyang Nanfeng was immediately overjoyed.

If Master Yu were here, he would go to Master Yu to show off.

Did you hear that?

Did you hear that?

Even the Golden Immortal said his swordsmanship was amazing!

However, pride only exists for a moment.

Soon, Ouyang Nanfeng put away his complacency and devoted himself wholeheartedly to his swordsmanship.

He closed his eyes and fell into a world full of sword intent. Every move he made was filled with sword intent and a fierce aura.

With a heavy swing, the surrounding trees fell to the ground.

In the realm of sword power, flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people.

The wooden branch in his hand is his most powerful weapon!

Suddenly, the strength of the sword in his hand changed again, turning into a powerful force that pressured him.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and the trees that fell to the ground turned into powder in an instant.

How could a mere rotten tree resist the terrifying sword power?

Fallen leaves are fluttering, and Ouyang Nanfeng's figure is changing.

The sword in his hand was like a spiritual snake, shuttling among the fallen leaves.

In the dark night, only a few rays of light flashed through, and all the fallen leaves were chopped into half by him.

What’s even more terrifying is that these leaves are exactly the same size!

It is conceivable how far Ouyang Nanfeng's understanding of sword power has reached.

Such a terrifying situation!

However, he hasn't stopped yet!

one move!

Ten moves!

One hundred moves!

For two full hours, the branches in Ouyang Nanfeng's hands could no longer withstand the torture and turned into powder. Only then did Ouyang Nanfeng stop.

Ouyang Nanfeng became more cautious because he knew Fang Lin's identity as the "Golden Immortal Reincarnation".

Even if he stopped, he didn't dare to move.

Instead, he stood at attention like a guard standing guard.

"Fang Lin, what do you think of my swordsmanship?"

Ouyang Nanfeng smiled flatteringly, his eyes full of expectation.

This is an opportunity!

If Fang Lin can give him guidance, maybe he can overcome the shackles.

At the same time, Ouyang Nanfeng was also worried.

Although his swordsmanship is famous in the immortal world, to Jinxian, these are just child's play.

Maybe Fang Lin doesn't like it at all.

Fang Lin said nothing.

He was still immersed in the scene of Ouyang Nanfeng dancing with his sword.

The scene played back and forth in his mind like a movie.

At the same time, the Qingshuang Sword in Fang Lin's hand began to dance.

Whether it was Fang Lin or Qingshuang Sword, at this moment, they all seemed to have transformed into the ever-changing Star Lord.

The offensive was sometimes sharp, sometimes ferocious, sometimes restrained...

On the side, Ouyang Nanfeng watched this scene intently, not daring to miss any detail.

But at the same time, he was filled with shock.

Fang Lin is definitely the reincarnation of the Golden Immortal!

Really hammered!

This is because Ouyang Nanfeng's sword skills are the result of hundreds of years of practice. Ordinary practitioners who want to master one of these sword skills must practice for more than a hundred years.

Even if you have excellent qualifications, it still takes fifty years of hard work!

But what about Fang Lin in front of him?

He actually hit every move perfectly and used all the sword moves Ouyang Nanfeng had just performed one by one...