"drink!"

Lan Feihong was practicing boxing in the bamboo forest at the back of the mountain. Since refining the drop of golden essence and blood in his body, his strength has skyrocketed and his body has become stronger than before. The opening and closing of his boxing techniques actually caused waves of air to roll around him.

Drag the wind.

"I asked the blue sky for my wine, but it was just a dream that I didn't see the lone cloud."

Suddenly, the sound of a man reciting poetry suddenly sounded not far away. Lan Feihong was startled and hurriedly stopped to look for the sound. When he saw a figure lying in the swaying bamboo shadow, he asked: "Who is here?"

"

There was no answer, only the sound of poetry reciting was heard again: "Looking back at the world of mortals, turning my head empty, I am a happy and happy life..." After that, he said: "Good wine, good wine..."

Lan Feihong was a little confused. This was the mountain behind Baocheng Hall, and all those who could come in were Baocheng Hall disciples. Could this person be a senior fellow of Baocheng Hall?

Walking through the bamboo forest, I saw a slender figure lying on a rock. This person was wearing a black robe, holding his head in one hand, and holding a wine gourd resting on his knees in the other hand.

Lazy and contented, he slowly approached. Seeing that the man's long hair covered his face, Lan Feihong gave him a salute and said, "I don't know if senior brother is here, how much trouble there is."

The man continued drinking and ignored Lan Feihong at all. But when Lan Feihong was about to turn around and leave, the man stopped him: "A new disciple of Baocheng Hall? You have practiced the art of body training well."

Hearing this, Lan Feihong's face was startled, he stopped and said, "This disciple is just randomly doing a few sets of boxing techniques."

The man suddenly sat up, his long hair flowing away, revealing a bohemian face. The man was in his early thirties, with stubble, and his face looked like he had experienced many vicissitudes of life. At this moment, his cheeks were glowing with vicissitudes of life.

Hong Guang was obviously drunk.

"I'm not talking about your boxing skills, I'm talking about the punch you used to break the rock yesterday." The man smelled of alcohol and said lightly with his eyes slightly closed.

But Lan Feihong was shocked when he heard this. He didn't notice anyone around him when he was in the back mountain yesterday, but when he recalled that he was practicing boxing here just now, he didn't notice the presence of this person at all, so he frowned and said seriously: "

Who are you? Why are you peeping here?"

"Peeping?" The man burst out laughing when he heard this, burped and said, "It seems that you are the latecomer."

"Huh?" Lan Feihong looked surprised. The other party meant that he came here before him, but Lan Feihong didn't notice it at all. The spiritual power in his body moved and he used the technique of detecting spirits.

But what he saw in front of him was just a white mist, and he couldn't see through the opponent's cultivation at all. This person must be a disciple with advanced cultivation. Lan Feihong hurriedly held his hands and said: "Junior brother, you are disturbing me, so I'll take my leave."

"Don't panic, I don't mean any harm." Seeing Lan Feihong leave in a hurry, the man stood up and walked towards him, his steps were stumbling, and he obviously drank a lot.

"Do you know that passion makes a person grow old, and you can put it down for a moment?" The man came to Lan Feihong and suddenly said something incomprehensible. Lan Feihong didn't know what the other person meant, so he replied: "I only know that there is no immortality."

There are no years, and the white horse in the past has passed by."

"Haha, you haven't picked it up yet, how can you put it down!" The man raised his head and laughed, as if he had asked the wrong person. There was a hint of helplessness and self-deprecation in his laughter, and he took a big sip of strong drink and turned around to leave.

Lan Feihong looked at the back of this weird man and was a little curious about him. He had never seen this person since he went to Qingcheng Mountain. As he was thinking about it, the man suddenly threw something at him. Lan Feihong raised his hand to catch it and took a closer look.

, there was a black dagger in his hand, and he raised his head to look at the man, but the man had already walked away, and only a voice echoed in his ears: "This is the magic weapon I used before going down the mountain to endure the tribulation. Now in my

The one beside me has lost its edge, so I will give it to you."

Holding the dagger in his hand, Lan Feihong was a little distracted. This person appeared for no reason, and at this moment, he gave himself a flying sword weapon for no reason. It was really inexplicable and made him confused.

Back at his residence, Lan Feihong sat on the bed and looked down. What he was playing with in his hands was the dagger given to him by the weirdo just now. The sword was only half an arm long, and was black all over. The blade was somewhat mottled and had no sharp edge.

, it seems to be just a half-finished product at first glance.

Not knowing who that person was, Lan Feihong couldn't feel at ease, so he had to temporarily hide the flying sword magic weapon in the Qiankun bag.

One day, he happened to meet his senior brother Luo Chuan, so he asked him about the strange man. He only told him about the man's clothes and appearance, but did not mention the gift of the sword. After all, Luo Chuan had been practicing in Qingcheng Mountain for many years, so he sent the man to him.

All the things were told in detail.

It turned out that the man was also one of the disciples of Elder Gu. His name was Lu Youran. He was also a casual cultivator. However, Elder Gu saw that he had excellent talents and took him to Qingcheng Mountain to become his disciple. Lu Youran was extremely talented.

Not long after he entered the profession, his cultivation was closely following that of his elder brother Kang Daoxing. Elder Gu even said in front of the two of them: "In terms of qualifications, Daoxing is not as good as Youran..."

When Lu Youran reached the tenth level of Qi Refining, he was unable to break through the shackles for a long time, so he planned to travel down the mountain to find a way to build a foundation. He stayed there for three years.

When he returned to Qingcheng Mountain again, although he had successfully built the foundation, his temperament changed drastically. He was drunk all day long, often lost consciousness, and talked crazy. His senior brother refused to listen to his long-term advice, so he had to let him go.

Wandering around Baocheng Hall at will...

After listening to Senior Brother Lu's story, Lan Feihong also secretly lamented for him. He took out the flying sword again, and he felt a little moved. Although this flying sword looked ugly, it was a magical weapon after all, and was sharper than his bamboo sword.

It will always be countless times stronger.

Taking out the Qingming Book, now that he had a flying sword weapon, he could start practicing some of the spells above. The first thing that caught his eye was a basic sword-controlling technique, Qingming Sword Jue, where the sword swings in all directions.

It is said above that using spiritual power to activate the magic sword can create four sword energy to block the enemy's body, making it impossible for the enemy to avoid it. Moreover, this sword control technique can also be upgraded. As long as the spiritual power is sufficient and you practice it diligently, you can use it.

The number of sword qi can be increased, up to eight sword qi, which is as powerful as some advanced spells.

In addition to sword swinging in all directions, Qingming Sword Technique also has sword and shield technique, hundred-step flying sword technique and other spells, but he can't bite off more than he can chew. One month is running out, and he must master this spell before the competition, so

Only then can we compete with our senior brothers.

…

Half a month later, in the mountains behind Qingcheng Mountain, a young man was practicing with a black dagger in his hand. The dagger was flexibly swung in his hand, the sword moved with his heart, and his moves were fierce. Suddenly, the young man jumped up high with his feet, holding both hands.

The sword struck down hard, and he shouted in a low voice: "Qing Ming Sword Jue, the sword swings in all directions!"

When the dagger was struck and held, four sharp gray sword lights burst out from the tip of the sword. The sword lights were extremely sharp, and no grass grew where they passed. When four explosions sounded in the ears, there were many explosions on the ground.

There are four long ravines.

Putting away the dagger with his hands behind his back, the young man smiled faintly. This man was Lan Feihong, who had been practicing the Qingming Sword Art for many days. Now he has achieved some success with this sword, and he is very satisfied with its power.
Chapter completed!