The Strongest Sect Development System Starts The Candle Dragon Ground Vein

Chapter 132 Qin Kong Casts a Sword

Wushuangzong, medicine garden.

Xiyan sits alone in the faint dragon, calm and quiet, and Spiritual Qi overflows all over her body.

A majestic breath rose to the sky.

The mountains and rivers were shocked, and the situation was eclipsed.

Xi Yan opened her eyes awe-inspiringly, her golden pupils squeezed like a sea.

She watched Qi Sea inwardly, and said in amazement: “My Cultivation Base has grown!”

In Wushuangzong for only ten days, she has already touched the bottleneck of the semi-sage junior!

If you wait for another three or five years, you will really be on the spiritual sage!

Semi-holy, not a spiritual holy after all!

Under the Spirit Sage, everything is dust; under the Spirit Sage, everything is ants!

Martial Dao field.

“The sword is too slow! If you don’t attack the enemy at such a speed, you will be killed first!”

“Zhan Lu is the sword of benevolence, with a sharp edge, not a fully defensive soldier.”

“A truly brilliant sword skill, at the moment you take the sword, you are impatient, and you have been seen through the intentions by the enemy before you fight. How can you win?”

Facing Zhang Lingchuan who was attacking, a shocking and beautiful shadow frequently gave instructions, and every word was at the point.

Teach Elder, all flowers are innocent!

Since Honglian Villa was incorporated into Wushuangzong, regional autonomy was implemented. Chu Huiye became the owner of the village. Baihua Wuxie responded to Lu Fengyun’s request and came to the clan for guidance and teaching.

She has strong theoretical knowledge and is proficient in various Cultivation Techniques. Under her guidance, Zhang Lingchuan’s mastery of “Zhan Ran Sword Technique” has improved to a higher level.

In a remote corner, the handyman disciple Yan Ming listened while sweeping the floor, and secretly wrote down Zhang Lingchuan’s moves and Baihua Wuxie’s instructive remarks.

In the eyes of the young man, there was a passionate longing.

He also wants to be a direct disciple of Sect Leader, and he also wants to be mentored by Elder, but he is so different from these Tianjiao disciples!

Your aptitude is too bad, this school is just accepting you to get started, and teaching is also very laborious…

Lu Fengyun’s words are still in my ears.

This is a thorn, but also a spur.

Geographic talents are too ordinary in Wushuangzong. He can only barely keep up with them if he puts in ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times harder than those geniuses!

Sect Leader, one day Yan Ming will let you admire you!

I will use my strength to conquer you and become your personal disciple!

Yan Ming secretly swears.

Outside the towering mountain, a misty figure stood upright.

The eyebrows are like ink paintings, the eyes are like autumn water, and the body is dyed with orchid fragrance, which is indifferent and distant.

An ink purple brocade suit fluttered fiercely in the wind.

The ancestor of Yaowangge, Mingweiye!

She learned from Jiang Quntian that there is a man of God, who lives in the cave, and bears the Cultivation Base, who can heal his wounds for a hundred years, so she set out here.

Min Weiye raised his eyes, and saw Dacheng Spiritual Qi hovering endlessly on the Fuyao Mountain, and the fortune of heaven was rolling.

Before entering the mountain, Spiritual Qi has been paved.

Ming Weiye took a breath, and the blood in his body suddenly boiled, what a huge amount of energy!

Looking at Qiu, the whole towering mountain range was covered by fog and covered in whiteness.

how so……

She is in the night, a seventh-rank senior alchemist, Spirit Lord middle stage Cultivation Base, her eyes are like torches, and Heavenly Dao can see for a few minutes, but she can’t see through a small mountain range!

Unwilling, unbelievable.

Look at it again, dimly sinking the sea, the world is boundless!

Outside Fuyao Mountain, feeling the meaning of prying, Qianzhang Zhulong opened his eyes impressively, and the dragon gas turned into a shocking energy, and went straight to the former!

The situation is turbulent, and the space is turbulent.

In Min Weiye’s heart, there was a sudden fear!

A kind of divine condemnation is approaching, and he can’t move, only the fear of being sent off by the gods!

This Qi Jin contains energy that is detached from nature. It is neither human nor ghost, but the power of good fortune!

Who can control the power of good fortune?

The dragon gas struck, Ming Wei Ye ran the secret technique, and he could hide in the past, but his heart was shocked and he became stronger and stronger.

Under the Wushuangzong gate, the angry king Lotus Position joined his hands together, and suddenly heard the abnormal fluctuations under the mountain, he immediately pushed it away with a palm:

“Who is running into the mountain? Take my hand!”

When the palm print was launched, it immediately skyrocketed to tens of feet. The huge phantom of the palm covered the sky and covered the sun, pressing towards Ming Weiye!

World-destroying energy erupts like a flash flood, outrageously gushing.

Min Weiye was shocked and pale, and this attack caused her heart palpitations even more than Dragon Qi before.

Spirit Lord late stage!

In the Wushuang Sect, there is the great ability of the Spirit Lord late stage!

Ming Weiye said loudly: “On the next Ming Weiye, the Master of the Medicine King Pavilion, came here admiringly, for medicine, not for the enemy! Ask your friends to take away the magical powers and allow you to visit!”

Danta, a certain room.

Lu Fengyun sits in a frenzy, staring blankly at a silver sword.

The sword body is clear, Sword Ray shoots everywhere, and a Sword intent quietly radiates.

Semi-spirit!

Aside, Qin Kong stood with his head down.

Because of his spare time, the former began to teach him the technique of smelting.

After three days of study, he succeeded in forging a sword.

Ordinary people can already produce ordinary sword weapons, and Qin Kong’s first sword forged is a semi-spirit weapon!

Lu Fengyun looked at the sword carefully, frowning slightly.

A drop of cold sweat instantly dripped from Qin Kong’s forehead.

No, Master frowned!

Sure enough, he was still too stupid to satisfy him.

Qin Kong was anxious.

Lu Fengyun threw his sleeves and threw the silver sword to the ground. With a cry, his anger was dark, Qin Kong’s legs softened and he almost wanted to kneel down!

That’s it!

Master is angry!

“The material is Ten Thousand Years Profound Silver Iron, the classic is “Book of Casting Kings”, the tool is the Yandi Hammer, and the sixth-order magic core is embedded. I will give you three days. What are you handing over?”

“The blade is rough, the sharpness is insufficient, and the energy of the magic core is more than half. With your qualifications, can you only make a semi-spirit weapon? Have you really tried your best?”

“Too bad! Go back and recast!”

Lu Fengyun was angry, and the temperature in the space dropped suddenly.

He knows a truth well. Good jade is not afraid of grinding. The more polished, the more brilliance and brilliance. Therefore, the teaching is strict and the disciples are extremely demanding.

Qin Kong picked up the silver sword, his eyes were a little red, and his palm was secretly clenched.

Lu Fengyun asked: “Do you think being a teacher is too strict?”

The former bowed his head in trepidation: “The disciple dare not! As the saying goes, the disciple can understand the Master’s painstaking efforts. I just lost my mind, but self-blame can’t satisfy you.”

“Well, recast, this time, you should be doing well.”

“Yes, the disciple retire.”

Qin Kong went down frightened.

Lu Fengyun wanted to get up and leave, but suddenly felt an abnormal wave, and Ming Weiye’s request came along.

He called up the 3D map of Fuyao Mountain.

An ink purple figure, under the palm of Yu Lielie Buddha, sent a request to himself to enter the sect.

Yaowangge ancestor, Mingweiye?

Is this person the one Yang Haihao said before was the one who suffered heavy losses?

When we meet by the water, the visitor is a guest, and Star is still in the Medicine King Pavilion. Looking at the apprentice’s Face, it’s a meeting.

Outside Fuyao Mountain, the male and female palm prints suddenly dissipated, and an indifferent voice came from the void: “On the top of Fuyao Mountain, Wushuangzong sees it.”

Is this the voice of Wushuang Sect Leader?

So young? !

Ming Weiye was slightly surprised.

Jiang Quntian said that this person is an eight-rank alchemist, who is at such a high level in the mountain and sea continent, who is not an old monster who has lived for a hundred years, it is her, she is also three hundred years old!