"Damn, which lazy guy piles these ragged iron here?"

When the disciples of the Spirit Soldiers rushed over and cursed. Although these flying swords were swept down by Fang Gui and a sword wind, Fang Gui was the main customer and of course he could not offend them. He scolded those who placed the flying swords for not being placed properly, while piled up the flying swords on the shelf. When he reached out to get the very worn-out flying sword, Fang Gui suddenly stopped him.

"Let's go, I'll take a look at this sword first..."

Fang Gui looked at the black heavy sword intently, and the more he looked, the more subtle the expression was.

A very strange feeling came into my heart!

No matter from any angle, this black heavy sword does not look like a flying sword suitable for him. On the one hand, it is not good-looking, and on the other hand, it is too heavy, which affects the speed of the sword control. If you don’t even open a blade, will you think it’s a big stick in the future? On the other hand, it’s so dilapidated that it’s not worthy of Master Fang Gui’s identity, but Fang Gui couldn’t take his eyes off when he saw the sword!

It seems to be very close to this sword, and it feels like it is born to be my own...

"This junior brother, are you interested in this sword?"

The disciples on duty in the Spirit Bingfang looked at Fang Gui curiously, a little confused.

At this time, Senior Brother Aku next to him also looked at Fang Gui with concern, as if he was a little nervous.

"It's not that coincidental, right?"

Fang Gui looked at the black heavy sword for a while and couldn't help but rub his bare chin. He had just heard from Senior Brother Aku about the criteria for choosing a sword. He knew that if a person chooses a sword, he would either choose the best or the most suitable sword. But if the right sword is taken, he would have to take the chance. Those children from the great Daotong family may not be able to pick them for several years. Are you so lucky?

The so-called feeling is extremely ethereal, and he cannot be sure whether the feeling in his heart is correct.

His face gradually became solemn, and hesitated for a moment!

One is a good sword that suits you very well, and the other is a heavy sword that feels unique. Which one should I choose?

"This junior brother, choosing a sword is a big deal. Maybe you will have to accompany you for several years, or even for a lifetime. You have to think about it!"

The disciple on duty next to him saw that Fang Gui was interested in the black heavy sword and couldn't help but persuade him.

"I've thought about it!"

Fang Gui slowly got up and straightened his waist after a long time.

The disciples on duty and Senior Brother Aku were both looking at him seriously.

Fang Gui took a deep breath and said, "You want both!"

"What?"

The disciple on duty in the Spirit Soldiers was stunned, and Senior Brother Aku was stunned and could not react for a while.

Fang Gui glanced at the two of them in surprise: "What's wrong? I can't afford it!"

The two of them had to nod helplessly, "Okay, you have money, you are the uncle!"

...

...

Soon, the two flying swords were packed in a special wooden box. The ghost spirit sword was priced at 100 spirit stones, and the black stone sword didn't even have a name, so it was sold to Fang Gui for only twenty spirit stones. And judging from the appearance of the disciples on duty, maybe even these twenty spirit stones would have benefited from it. Master Fang Gui was just too lazy to bother with him.

"Senior Brother Aku, I'll do my best!"

Fang Guida asked Senior Brother Aku to help him carry two flying swords down the mountain, walked in front, with his head raised and his belly wide.

For those who are practicing, especially those who are a disciple who are a beginner in the cultivation stage and who have just embarked on the path of cultivation, it is unheard of that to choose two flying swords. Generally, they choose one that suits you, practice hard and practice hard, and strive to be familiar with the better. Only in this way can they exert their strongest power when they encounter danger, so as not to have flaws and ruin their lives.

But Master Fang Gui is different. He wants to break into Shili Valley, so he has to choose a light and sharp ghost sword. But the black heavy sword also makes him feel unusual, so he naturally has to bring it back. When he has time, he will study it slowly. This is called considering it carefully...

Senior Brother Aku carried these two flying swords for Fang Gui, silent all the way. When he arrived in the small building of Wushan Valley, he put down the two swords, opposed Fang Gui, and sat upright. At this time, Fang Gui could no longer suppress his excitement to learn the sword-control technique. He rubbed his hands hard and said, "Take out the ghost spirit sword quickly. By the way, should I recognize my relatives quickly?"

"That's called recognizing the Lord!"

Senior Brother Aku corrected Fang Gui's statement with a frown, and then said, "But they are all high-level magic weapons with powerful restrictions in it. The flying sword we are currently in contact with now is not necessary. You just need to transfer your spiritual breath into the sword and become familiar with the various talismans in the sword. Junior Brother Fang Gui, flying with swords sounds powerful, but in fact it is just the most basic method in the swordsmanship. Of course, your cultivation is still low now, and I can't teach you until I learn advanced methods!"

"Okay, okay!"

Fang Gui agreed repeatedly, but thought to himself: "You can even hit the most basic flying sword on a tree, so what kind of sword control skills do you know?"

Senior Brother Aku naturally didn't know that Fang Gui was whispering himself in his heart, and honestly recited the mantra: "One mouthful of spiritual breath to raise the flying sword, traveling all over the Wanli Mountain in three days. Spreading the light and shadow protecting the true meaning, and the sharpness will never stop the Xu Kuang. I will control my own sword... Hey, I've said too much!"

As he said that, he looked at Fang Gui seriously: "You only remember to raise the flying sword in Lingxue and travel all over the Wanli Mountain!"

"It is too difficult for our disciples in the Spiritual Abnormal Realm to fly into the clouds. They cannot do it without building foundations. Therefore, if you want to sweep the sky, you need to use magic weapons and magic weapons. This flying sword is the most convenient and common flying magic weapon in the world of cultivation. You can not only escape by using swords, but also eliminate demons and protect the way. It is the most powerful, but I heard that some great Jindan cultivators are used to traveling with swords!"

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“…”

Listening to Aku's explanation, Fang Gui gradually understood the most basic principle of sword control.

The so-called sword control, there are two basic methods.

One is to fight a sword in the air and fly out to hurt the enemy. A wise man can take the head of a person from thousands of miles away.

Of course, in the words of Senior Brother Aku, these are not what Fang Gui needs to learn now. He only needs to learn one thing, that is, flying with the sword. This is because of the characteristics of the flying sword. He stands on the sword and uses the speed of the flying sword to travel through the void and soar in the sky!

It is indeed as Aku said, learning to fly with a sword is very simple.

In terms of unity, it is no wonder how to penetrate the spiritual breath into the flying sword, how to control the height and direction of the flying sword through the guidance of the spiritual breath, etc. It is so simple that it is outrageous, but the more this is, the more it represents the difficulty of flying with the sword. It is like walking and running, jumping and jumping, but how many people can walk among the mountains and ridges without being killed?

Fang Gui understood this principle and knew what he needed to do.

He had to use this month to practice sword control to a very proficient level, and then go to Shili Valley to make a breakthrough.

This sounds like an incredible thing. Sword control is one of the basic skills of practitioners, but mastering the sword control method can also be divided into speed and speed. Ordinary Immortal disciples start from contacting the flying sword until their bodies and swords are united. They have to work for several months. There are people like Senior Brother Aku who sound like they have been using sword control for several years, and they always hit the tree when they fly...

However, Fang Gui is very confident and it is too easy to control the sword.

It’s a basic skill, and I am a descendant of an immortal, so there is nothing I can’t do!

After confirming that he had mastered the sword-controlling technique, he came to a clearing ground behind Wushan Valley.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, circulating the spiritual breath, and after inputting the flying sword, the ghost sword behind him flew out of the sword box with a "whirlpool", rushed into the air, and landed again. However, it did not fall to the ground, but was suspended in front of Fang Gui, three feet away from the ground.

Around the sword body, runny water gradually lit up like runny patterns, and gusts of wind blew up around the sword body.

It is these strong winds that fly in the air with flying swords, gently floating and rising.

"It's going to fly..."

Fang Gui was overjoyed and carefully stepped onto the flying sword and stabilized his body tremblingly.

He breathed deeply, and suddenly he circulated his spiritual breath, and a magic power was transmitted through the soles of his feet into the sword body.

"Swoosh"

The Ghost Spirit Sword instantly turned into a blood shadow and flew out dozens of feet away.

However, the Ghost Spirit Sword flew out, but Fang Gui did not follow him...

The flying sword flew too fast, and he fell directly from the sword, looking at the sky helplessly.

"It seems...it's not that easy!"

Fang Gui slowly calmed down for a while before he slowly sat up from the ground.

Although my head was still a little dizzy and I had no choice but to get the flying sword back...

After retrieving the Ghost Spirit Sword, Fang Gui stepped on it again, and then carefully passed a trace of magic power over.

The flying sword trembled and did not move.

Not only did it not move, but even the strong wind rolled up by the runes around it was exhausted with its magic power and it meant to disappear.

"There is not enough mana..."

Fang Gui thought in his mind and crossed another magic power in.

With a "swoosh", the flying sword disappeared again...

Fang Gui entered the sky with his feet, his eyes staring at the sky with a little dazed, thinking about life.

After a while, Fang Gui got up and limped back the ghost sword. However, this time, before he stepped onto the flying sword again, he thought about it carefully, picked up all the gravel on the ground around him and threw it out from a distance...
Chapter completed!