The crisp sound of metal hitting the ground rose one after another, and the collision between the flying sword hanging upside down above the Hanging Sword Pavilion formed a symphony. The melody was exciting, the melody was simple but not lacking in rhythmic beauty. The sound of natural metal and stone was just like a noisy and chaotic slug, with big beads falling on the jade plate.

Then there was a loud laughter resounding throughout the audience. It was really a silver bottle that broke the water and the iron cavalry burst out with swords and guns.

The disciples finally realized that they picked up the sword that fell from their hands before the elder got angry, and then straightened their chins, looked at each other quietly.

Oops, they saw nothing.

The weather is so good today, the mist is floating, the golden light shines faintly, entering the fairyland and the sky is soaring.

The elders and disciples in the pavilion got along well and had fun, and their hair was clear and floating in the air.

Sang Jue broke into the thick fog, but felt a chill on his head. He looked up at the miserable clouds and mist around him, and there was no sunlight. He couldn't help but feel sad. The brat actually bullied her like this, and she had never suffered such a shame.

"Senior sister, the Pavilion Master is looking for you." Before she knew it, a sword boy in red stood behind her, looking at her expressionlessly.

Sang Jue knew that his master's sword boy was a spiritual sword and was not a human being. He was very strict in doing things, so he quickly sorted out his emotions and stepped on the flying sword turned into by the sword boy.

When she arrived, she saw Doudou's eyes squinted from a distance, lying on the master's leg and letting the other party put his hand on its head and gently caressed it.

"I didn't expect that I was kidnapped by you. This kind of monster has become extinct in many worlds, and here you must pass through the ice sea stream to reach the extreme south to have the chance to steal it." Yan replied and patted Doudou's head, "What's going on with your hair?"

Sang Jue touched his head aggrievedly, pouting his mouth and saying nothing.

Yan Hui had never had an apprentice or had never had close contact with the opposite sex. He took her hand away and carefully looked at the breath of Wanhua Xianyun Sword. He understood.

"Even Xianyun's sword can't escape. Could it be that you hit your head up when you see the sword?" Yan Hui raised his face with his hands behind his back.

He sternly said: "Draw your sword and start learning with me. You must learn to control the sword this month!"

Sang Jue complained secretly that a monk was able to use magic weapons when he used his sword. At least he had to practice Qi for the fifth level to drive it. Her condition...

After sensing the dantian that had been cleaned last night, Sang Jue suddenly felt that a little bald on his head was nothing.

"Well, Master, what sword technique should I start learning?" Sang Jue didn't dare to say anything else. He practiced swords during the day and practiced qigong at night, and it took a month to go quickly.

"Where to go back and forth, practice the basic swordsmanship with the new disciple." Yan Hui's original intention was that his disciple had to find the most suitable swordsmanship, and he had to think about it and give it to her after a while.

However, as soon as he said it, and cooperated with the serious face, Sang Jue felt that he was disliked. She was so useless. She quietly swore in her heart that she must keep up with the pace as soon as possible.

"Yes, Master, I must practice swords well." Sang Jue nodded and turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait, I'll teach you how to practice this technique tonight." Yan Hui threw out a white paper from her sleeve for her, and after that, she sacrificed her flying sword and flew into the sky.

Sang Jue took it, watched the master leave, and looked down at it. There were three black gold characters on the white paper: Taixuan Sutra.

Seeing this low-key outfit, she couldn't help but think of "Yin and Yang Five Elements Art", which should have been better than that one.

She turned her face and turned black because she couldn't open it!

"Hey, then." A very rushing voice came, and something hit Sang Jue on the forehead.

"Haha, oh, senior sister, you don't have hair on your head, and there are horns on your head~" He Shuo held the knife and bent over there with a smile. If he had known that he would have brought more disciples to see him.

The girl who was a few years old was wearing black clothes, with a stern face and a bald head, which was so funny.

"Get out of here!" Sang Jue picked up the book in his hand and threw it at him.

"Ha!" He Shuo raised his disdain casually, and a purple light flashed through it, and black smoke came out. He shook his hand in anger. The girl was so scheming that she dared to put a ban. He even gave her hair growth medicine.

"Hahaha." Sang Jue smiled happily. Oh, she lowered her head and picked up the bottle. When she opened it, she saw that it was crystal liquid. She wiped it on top of her head without thinking.

The liquid spread rapidly when it touched the scalp. She was curious and reached out and wiped off a handful of hair. She was shocked and hated. She was about to argue and found that her scalp was itchy. When she touched it again, it actually pricked her hand, and a layer of fluff was born.

He Shuo cured his hands, and looked quite relieved at her appearance. Then he opened the white paper that had been unsealed, and he was happy again when he saw it. This senior sister actually practiced basic skills, and the treatment of this disciple in the house was really not very good.

"Senior sister, don't delay, we still have to practice swords." He Shuo returned the "Taixuan Sutra" after being unsealed. He suddenly approached and raised her chin with one hand and said fiercely, "If it weren't for you, I would have been forced to stay here to practice these basic things? Tell you, if you can't do the task within half a year, I will ruin you!"

Sang Jue, with a half-long hair, hit his hand with a snap: "What are the conditions for the mission?"

"You can use a set of sword techniques to control your sword."

Sang Jue breathed a sigh of relief, He Shuo was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"My master asked me to be able to control the sword in one month."

“…”

A month later, Yan Hui was standing here with Sang Jue on the edge of the cliff.

The cliff is the cliff they were chosen as their apprentices by chance. It was surrounded by abyss, and the Xuanjian Pavilion was so isolated there.

Sang Jue stood on the high sword-controlled platform. She watched the person who had just flew out and was up and down there. Finally, she hit the stone wall opposite and was recycled by the elder to try again.

"Jump down and then fly. If you can't fly, you will die." Yan Hui Leng Xin said coldly, completely ignoring the disciple who had fought to the death last night and finally broke through to reach the middle stage of Qi training.

"Senior sister, it's okay, I'll follow you, just..." He Shuo pulled out his knife, "The little ghost's blade is relatively thin, I'm afraid it will hurt you."

Sang Jue also has a temper. She suddenly shook her sleeves: "You don't need to answer, but my junior brother should be careful. When I come back later, I can't control it well and knock you down."

Yan Hui glared at the two of them: "You two start practicing with me tomorrow."

Sang Jue was so happy that He Shuo was not sure. One practiced swords and the other practiced swords. Shouldn’t he go to Elder Su?

She shook her head and did not think about this. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, recalling the sword-controlling formula she practiced some time ago, and used the thin spiritual energy in her body to combine the formula. She stepped on the flying sword and let out a "swoosh" sound, and in a blink of an eye it reached mid-air.

Sang Jue ran around in the air with his eyes closed, from his initial unfamiliarity to his ability to slowly adjust his direction and breath, and others were frightened.

"Wow! I'm going to fall, help me!" Sang Jue suddenly shouted and lay on the sword. The flying sword swayed for a while and then suddenly turned around and came towards the high platform.

He Shuo said intimately that he was not good. He was about to escape, but his eyes were firmly fixed by the master's gentle look, and he watched the flying sword pass by his scalp...
Chapter completed!