Refining Genius Cultivation

Zong Ren sat down, his body leaning on the thick tree trunk of the huge tree, sighing deeply. On the green mountains inside the trial, Zong Ren had been running away without rest for several days, exhausting his mana. He had not found the Breaking Tree yet.

This caused Zong Ren to feel even more disheartened. After pondering for a long time, Zong Ren sighed once again. He decided to recover his strength first, and then think about finding Hong Ye.

Thinking about that, Zong Ren waved his hand, and an umbrella-shaped magic tool flew out, enveloping his. Zong Ren, who had used a method to protect himself, was just about to meditate to recover his Fa Li, but to his astonishment, he found out that not far from him, there was a cultivator standing opposite of him with a face full of smiles.

Seeing the cultivator in front of him, Zong Ren immediately stood up, his expression a little nervous, and said coldly: "Hmph, Yun Fei, I didn't think that you would dare to appear before me alone, and kill Dao Friend Fu Feng.

"If you want to frame me and Junior Leng, today, I will cut your corpse into ten thousand pieces and remove the hatred in my heart." As she spoke, Zong Ren looked around, continuously using the Spiritual Sense to scout the surroundings.

Fang Yunlong immediately broke out in cold sweat. He had seen shameless before, but never had he seen someone as shameless as this. Even now, when he was facing only this kind of person, he was still speaking nonsense.

Fang Yunlong wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Zong Ren, there's no need to look around, I'm the only one here."

It was unknown if he believed Fang Yunlong's words, or if he had already confirmed that there were no other cultivators around, Zong Ren no longer had a vigilant look and instead snorted at Fang Yunlong with a relaxed expression, "Hmph, little brat, there's a path to heaven that you choose not to walk. Your elder has always disliked you when you barged in like that, but since you've delivered yourself up to me, don't even think of leaving."

Fang Yunlong laughed and said to Zong Ren: "It seems that you are very confident in yourself."

Zong Ren laughed out loud: "Brat, your strength has increased. Back then, you were only at the tenth level of the Refinement Stage, but now, you have become a twelfth level Refinement Stage brat.

"Although I don't know how you did it, but I can tell you that you are far from being my match. Today, I will let you see how big the gap is between you and me!" With that, Zong Ren's face revealed a sinister look, and was about to attack.

Fang Yunlong waved his hand, and said: "What is there to be so anxious about, moreover, you can recover more Fa Li with just a bit more time.

He was even more certain of his victory. This time, I have come to find you, not because I want to fight with you, but because I want to chat with you, and also to learn some cultivation experiences. "

"Haha", Zong Ren laughed out loud, "Brat, don't think that just because you said a few good words, I will let you go. To deal with you, laozi only needs half of my strength to beat you up. "

Fang Yunlong shook his head and sighed: "Sigh, I don't know if your esteemed self has been kicked in the head by a donkey, and you still dare to say such words at a time like this. This humble one does not know if you have ever thought about how we managed to escape the Ice Hawk's pursuit that day? "

Hearing Fang Yunlong's words of ridicule, Zong Ren became furious and was about to teach Fang Yunlong a lesson. However, after hearing what Fang Yunlong had to say, Zong Ren was stunned, this problem had already troubled him for many years. That day, he had faced the Ice Hawk.

Even with his and Junior Leng's strength, they had no choice but to flee, let alone the three Fang Yunlong s who were left at that time, who were already heavily injured.

Looking at Zong Ren's doubtful gaze, Fang Yunlong laughed, "Do you really think that the three of us are doomed? But I want to tell you, the one who died was not us, but the Ice Hawk. Perhaps you already know that we once sold a Ice Hawk. "

Ah!" Zong Ren's mouth was agape, as if he couldn't believe Fang Yunlong's words. However, after some thought, he opened his mouth and asked, "Could it be that someone saved you?

Fang Yunlong shook his head, "No one came to save us. I can tell you, that Ice Hawk was killed by me alone."

Haha …" Hearing Fang Yunlong's words, Zong Ren paused for a moment, then pointed a finger at Fang Yunlong, laughing loudly as he clutched his stomach. As if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, Zong Ren laughed so much that he bent over, tears flowing from his eyes.

After Zong Ren laughed for a while, he rubbed his eyes and slowly stood up, his face still wearing a smile. A tenth level Refinement Stage cultivator actually claimed to have killed a Ice Hawk equivalent to Early Foundation Building Period. This was truly the greatest joke in the world.

Seeing that Fang Yunlong was only expressionlessly looking at him, Zong Ren's heart suddenly thumped, as an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

Zong Ren snorted coldly, "Hmph, kid, stop trying to be mystifying. Just you alone want to kill Ice Hawk, keep dreaming. That day, I let you escape with your life, but you do not know how to cherish it, and you still dare to provoke me. Today, you will not be so lucky. "

With that said, Zong Ren suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, he extended his hand and a flying sword appeared above him, the sharp tip of the sword aimed straight at Fang Yunlong.

A sinister, murderous look appeared on his face. Zong Ren laughed, "Brat, then allow this old man to witness the strength of a Ice Hawk that you can kill, haha …"

Facing the sharp flying sword in front of him, Fang Yunlong still had an unchanging expression, but the words that came out of his mouth caused Zong Ren to be greatly shocked, "Your Excellency is already at the end of his life, there is no need for me to lie to you."

After hearing these words, Zong Ren could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. He did not know why, but he would be met with a cultivator whose strength was inferior to his.

His words frightened him to such an extent. With a loud roar, as though the fear in his heart was being dispelled, Zong Ren waved his hand fiercely and the flying sword above his head immediately flew towards the Toward Fang Yunlong.

Watching as the flying sword blade arrived in front of Fang Yunlong and stabbed straight into his heart, Fang Yunlong was as if he was terrified, and stood there motionlessly.

Zong Ren sneered in his heart. So it was actually the crayon of his silver spear, the words coming out were powerful, but seeing such a powerful attack coming out, he was immediately scared silly.

In the next moment, Zong Ren was stunned. Just when he thought that the strong and sharp flying sword would pierce through Fang Yunlong, he saw Fang Yunlong suddenly extend his right hand, a red light flashed on his arm, and unexpectedly caught the flying sword in his hand.

The flying sword in Fang Yunlong's hand struggled and whined, but could not escape from Fang Yunlong's hand.

Zong Ren muttered to himself, "Impossible, how is this possible …" Gritting his teeth, Zong Ren shouted loudly as he channeled all of the mana in his body.

Just as he was about to snatch the flying sword back from Fang Yunlong's hands, Zong Ren realised that the Spiritual Strength in his body seemed to have disappeared, and the flying sword in his body had lost its connection to him.

How could this be? Although he had consumed a lot of Spiritual Strength, he had already recovered sixty to seventy percent of his strength after consuming many spirit medicines. How could he possibly be exhausted so quickly? Just as Zong Ren was puzzled, he suddenly felt something different about his body.

Zong Ren immediately looked carefully, and was shocked. A few transparent butterflies fluttered up from his body, slowly transforming into seven beautiful seven-colored butterflies, gently flying to Fang Yunlong's side, and dancing.

Weighing the flying sword in his hand, Fang Yunlong smiled towards Zong Ren and said indifferently: I'll return it to you, when I see you again, Daoist Master Fu Feng.

"Don't forget to send my regards." After saying that, Fang Yunlong casually swung his sword, and a white light flashed by. In an instant, the flying sword appeared in front of Zong Ren, and pierced through his chest, leaving behind a bloody arrow.

Zong Ren held onto his chest in dissatisfaction. Even now, he still couldn't understand what had happened, and why he had failed.

However, Zong Ren did not have time to search for the answer. His consciousness started to blur, and gradually sank down.

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you. Your Excellency picked up a horn from the stone forest. I intentionally threw it at you, and you killed Daoist Fusheng."

The one who instigated the internal strife between Xuansheng Sect, Snow Mountain Temple and Buddha Mountain Temple was me as well, but it seemed that they treated me as their distinguished self. Everything that I have done, is a gift for you. "

Taking Zong Ren's storage bag, Fang Yunlong lightly waved and burned Zong Ren to ashes. When they were at the Trial Palace, Fang Yunlong felt that there was something wrong with the surnamed Fu and Zong Ren, so he secretly released Red Butterfly who was among the Colorful Butterfly.

He instructed it to attach onto Zong Ren's body. Based on Fang Yunlong's cultivation and the Spiritual Sense's restrictions in the training palace, Zong Ren was completely unaware, much less knowing that he had brought the god of death with him.

After finding Zong Ren, Fang Yunlong used the Heaven Shrouding Mask to hide the six Colorful Butterfly and placed them beside Zong Ren. After Zong Ren used the Spiritual Sense to probe around, Fang Yunlong used his words to attract Zong Ren's attention.

She quietly released the Colorful Butterfly and gently attached it to Zong Ren's body. When Zong Ren channeled Spiritual Strength with all his might, attempting to attack, the Colorful Butterfly unleashed its ability and sucked all the Spiritual Strength in Zong Ren's body.

Fang Yunlong was not very happy to have taken care of one of his enemies. There were only two disciples left of Divine Sword Sect and after he killed Zong Ren, he would only have the surname Fu.

Remembering the guidance the Divine Sword Sect Thunder Sword gave him back then, Fang Yunlong felt a little dejected. The results of this Divine Sword Sect Trial were so terrible, that even the outspoken Thunder Sword felt a little disappointed.

Zong Ren really had a lot of things in his storage bag, including two top-tier and two high-tier enchanted tools, and a few elixirs and medicine, as well as hundreds of Spiritual Stone. However, if there were a few less Spiritual Herb, he could only exchange them for two Foundation Establishment Pills.

Amongst all of the good stuff that Zong Ren had in his storage bag, the most precious one was a top-grade treasure.

It was a small sword weapon, only half a foot long. On the surface of the crystal clear sword, three ancient characters were engraved — — Crystal Snow Sword. Fang Yunlong guessed that this Crystal Snow Sword was the treasure that Zong Ren had obtained from the White Jade Pavilion in the Ancient Cultivator's Cave in the stone forest.

Fang Yunlong slowly channeled his Fa Li into the Crystal Snow Sword, but it did not respond. Fang Yunlong was startled, then ecstatic. The magical equipment used by the ancient cultivators were definitely not ordinary.