Three days passed in a flash.

Fang Junmei entered the hall, and after sitting down, another pill of elixir shining with fire was swallowed.

The size of this pill is the same as before, but the firepower contained in it is twice as strong as before.

Fang Jun's eyebrows screamed in pain.

The burning Fang Junmei doubts life,

Fang Junmei was burning and wondered whether the old guy Chunyu Qian was going to attack him.

An hour later, Fang Jun's eyebrows were like a dead dog, lying on the ground, motionless. If it weren't for the eyes still open and there was still air under his nose, it would make people think he was dead.

"This time, I'll give you a month to prepare and come back in a month."

After Chunyu Qian said that, ten more spirit stones were thrown.

However, the spiritual energy contained in each spirit stone is a hundred times that of the last time, and the volume is much larger. It is clearly ten medium-grade sword spirit stones, which is one thousand low-grade sword spirit stones. It has to be said that this deal finally makes people hope.

Fang Jun's eyebrows and eyes also lit up.

He slowly got up, picked up ten medium-grade sword spirit stones, and went out again.

...

When I left the door, there was still only the statue-like old man guarding the garden, and there was no one else.

Fang Junmei once again drew water from the well and washed herself clean. After washing it, she took out half of the leftover roast chicken from the storage bag and started to chew.

This storage bag is also mysterious. After putting the food in, you don’t have to worry about any deterioration.

While eating, thinking.

One month is not short, it is enough for Fang Junmei to go back to the Budding Peak, and even practice for more than half a month, but the significance is obviously not great. It is better to find a place here to practice.

He said he was dry and then he ate the last bit of roast chicken in a few bites. Fang Jun's eyebrows went down to the remote place of Yaowang Peak, found a fairly empty valley, and then started practicing it, which was still the Yellow Spring Ghost Rain Sword Technique.

Fang Junmei only realized the eighth sword by this sword technique, but even for the first eight swords, Fang Junmei would take more time to achieve a perfect and fulfilling state.

The first style is that the wind in the underworld rises.

The second style is the sword rain.

The third form is that ghosts follow.

...

The eighth style is elusive.

From beginning to end, display it one by one side.

Fang Junmei is a natural swordsman, who likes swords as if he is alive. Once he concentrates on practicing, he will soon enter the state of forgetting both things and me.

In the valley, the figure flashed like ghosts and gods, leaving only a white afterimage. The sword lights spread out into dim flowers, stirring up the turbulent wind and clouds in the valley. Once the sword technique of the Yellow Spring Ghost Rain was used, the world in the valley suddenly darkened, as if it was about to be at dusk.

In a short while, the fallen leaves and broken plants were flying together, bit by bit.

laugh!

A leaf is divided into two.

As soon as the voice fell, Fang Jun's figure turned into a void and began to think about the fallen leaves and grass rolling around the sky.

The white clothes fluttered, and the sword shadow disappeared.

The wind in the valley has not stopped for a while.

"The moves cannot be dead, nor can I die. Will this principle in human martial arts still apply after entering the cultivation world?... Why do I feel that the human taste of the Yellow Spring Ghost Rain Sword Art is so strong, what is the masterful magic of immortal swords?"

Fang Junmei frowned and thought, and involuntarily thought of the look when Chunyu Qian looked at him, his eyes were like swords, and he thought that this old man might be thousands of years old. Fang Junmei couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"It's far from that. At my current realm, I am only worthy of using this sword technique similar to the human sword technique."

After a while, Fang Junmei muttered to herself.

call!

After a sound, the wind roared again and started practicing again.

Fang Jun's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, shooting out a dazzling splendor. The sword blade of the peach wood sword became faster and faster, and the sword light almost became a blurred line.

If a master sees it, he will definitely find that Fang Junmei uses magic power to activate the sword light. While he is fast, he begins to come and go from straight lines and changes like a snake, but the traces are quite smelly and a little stiff.

laugh--

There are still fallen leaves and branches, which are cut off by the sword light inadvertently.

one day.

Two days.

Five days.

Ten days.

As time passed, it was obvious that the snake-like sword light became more and more agile. When it was spitting, it swam through the narrow and subtle space, and the broken leaves and broken grass became less and less.

The moves are alive.

People are alive too.

If the Yellow Spring Ghost Rain Sword Technique that Fang Fang Junmei used before was still only at the speed of the mechanical force, then now there is more spirit, like the finishing touch, and wake up.

"I understand that the fire and thunder cultivators who are talking about who practice magic every day are just like me, who are familiar with the degree of control of the vitality. However, our sword cultivators use the help of swords to display it, which is more complicated than they cast it empty-handedly."

The more you practice, the more you become aware of it. Fang Junmei became more enlightened in the cultivation things introduced by Linghu Jinjiu.

Swish!

Fang Junmei suddenly withdrew his sword, stretched out his index finger with his left hand, and rushed forward.

Whoosh!

The milky white sword element flew out from his fingertips, forming a substantial sword light that hit forward, but not straight, but curved and as a snake as a serpent.

Hissing-

After four or five leaves were cut in a row, they disappeared into the air.

Fang Junmei shook her head and smiled as if she was ridiculed, but she said to herself cheerfully: "This is the spell of those empty-handed guys, but - I still like to use swords to come with it."

One method is understood, all methods are understood.

When Fang Junmei was a warrior on earth, she understood this truth and could use the sword technique empty-handed without anyone else's guidance.

The sword roared, and Fang Junmei started practicing again.

...

A month passed quickly. Without opening the Three Vaccine Divine Stone, Fang Junmei finally barely reached the state of not breaking the leaves and cutting grass. He made great efforts in the control of the sword spirit energy.

After returning to the hall at the top of the Medicine King Peak, Chunyu Qian actually said something more today.

"Boy, you must have known the story of the seventeen unlucky guys who failed before. Among the paralyzed and three crazy kids, two of them failed at this level. If you say that the first two levels can be passed by relying on your will, then this level will depend on how far you can do to guard your mind and to what extent you can do. Once your mind is lost, your energy will riot. Don't think that I will help you in the middle of the way. Useless waste is not worthy of sympathy."

Chunyu Qian's voice was stern and cold, making it hard to imagine that Song Shede could get along with him.

Fang Junmei was already familiar with the old man's temper, so she nodded slightly and opened her mouth slightly.

Chunyu Qian stopped talking and reached out to touch again. Another jade bottle was taken out, and the green light shone in the bottle. Removed the plug, pointed his fingertips, and a green pill popped into Fang Junmei's mouth. The color alone made people suspect that it was poisonous.

The third test is coming.

After swallowing the pill, Fang Junmei closed her eyes and kept her mind tightly, not daring to be careless.

This pill is also strange and abnormal. After swallowing it, it melts in your mouth, but the medicinal power does not go down, but rushes towards your forehead.

Pang--

After a dull sound like a collision, Fang Junmei suddenly felt his mind, like a big stone, falling towards the boundless darkness below.

Speed ​​is getting faster and faster!

And below, there was no longer a black piece, but a green light appeared, not still, but moving, more and more, densely packed, and Fang Junmei felt puzzled.

Getting closer!

Fang Jun's eyebrows suddenly shook, and finally saw clearly what the moving thing was. It was actually a head full of green light, half a centipede, half a spider-like strange insect. The insect was four or five feet long, ugly in appearance, and sharp fangs.

They all crawled on the black ground, but raised their heads and shot hungry and fierce eyes in their hideous eyes, staring at Fang Junmei who had fallen from above, as if they were waiting for a delicious meal that they had been looking forward to for the rest of their lives.

Fang Junmei was brave after all, and she was not panicked. She looked at her eyes and reached out to touch the storage bag on her waist, and was about to take the sword. After this touch, she actually touched the empty space. The storage bag was clearly on her waist, but she couldn't take out anything.

A flash of light in his eyes, Fang Jun pointed his eyebrows downward, but there was still no point of his fingers. In this illusion world, all magical powers and magics have all returned to illusion.

Bang!

Fang Jun's eyebrows whistled heavily and fell to the ground.

Scream-

Before he could stand up, the insects had already surrounded him like crazy, biting his body and biting it.

"ah--"
To be continued...