Strange recovery: I destroy all evil with my body

Fangzheng nodded: "It's true what I said."

Qin Jueren was stunned for a moment, and then said longingly: "Little friend, I don't know if your sword formation will be sold, but if it is, I...I..."

Qin Jueren blushed a little. He wanted to say that if Fangzheng sold him, he would buy it, but when he thought that it was Tiangang Sword Formation, he lost his confidence.

His Qin family is indeed rich, but it's only in Yuncheng City, not to mention the entire Long Kingdom, but there are more people in Jiangdong Province who are richer than his Qin family.

There is only one set of Tiangang Sword Formation in the world, and it is impossible to buy it without a sky-high price.

Even if he really bought it, he didn't dare to reveal it, otherwise the Qin family might suffer disaster!

After thinking about it, he smiled helplessly, "I'll just take a look."

Then he picked up a flying sword as if he had found a treasure, and put it in his hand to observe carefully. He only regretted that he didn't have a magnifying glass in his hand, and he didn't observe carefully enough!

Fang Zheng watched from the sidelines, but didn't say anything to stop him.

When Qin Jueren finished observing the flying sword in his hand and wanted to get another one, Fang Zheng stopped him.

"Master Qin, you can look at the flying sword later, now you answer my question, how should I use this flying sword?"

Qin Jueren was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the other flying swords full of nostalgia.

He raised his head and said to Fangzheng: "The method of manipulating the flying sword is very simple, you just need to put a little of your soul power in it first, and then use the flying sword that is nourished by your own true energy day and night.

Until you can feel its presence, that's half the battle.

But until then, you can only push it. If you want to achieve it like your arms and fingers, you need to practice. After a long time of practice, you will be able to achieve it. "

Fangzheng nodded when he heard the words, the so-called soul is the spirit.

This method is fairly simple, and he then asked his own doubts.

"Then how long do I need to warm up before I can feel its existence?"

Qin Jueren shook his head and said, "I'm not sure about this. It depends on the strength of your true energy and soul. The stronger your true energy or soul, the less time it takes to warm up."

Fangzheng was taken aback for a moment, and then carefully asked: "Aside from true energy, can I use other things?"

Qin Jueren was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and said, "Well...it shouldn't be possible, after all, I don't know much about it, so I don't dare to promise it."

Ever since he experienced the slap in the face just now, Qin Jueren never dared to talk too much, or he might get another big slap in the face!
He didn't want to grow old and lose his reputation.

Seeing his appearance, Fangzheng smiled slightly, but didn't say anything.

He just picked up a flying sword and put it in his hand, and put a trace of soul into it.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my mind.

Qin Jueren on the side quickly said: "It's okay, this process is necessary, just hold back."

Fangzheng held back the pain, and then began to use the golden light in his body to warm and nourish the flying sword.

Raptors and Qin Jueren on the side were surprised when they saw this.

"Brother Fang's qi is so strange."

"Indeed, this is the first time this old man has seen colored qi, and it's so thick, it's not like qi, it's more like water."

Ordinary zhenqi is in the form of white mist, while the square one is golden liquid.

Fangzheng waited for a while, seeing that Feijian was still unresponsive, he frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Qin Jueren comforted him and said, "Don't worry, little friend, this process takes a lot of time, and no one succeeds in an instant.

As far as I know, Zhenjun Yuanjian, the most powerful swordsman in the world today, spent four full hours warming up Feijian for the first time, you can go back and take your time. "

Fangzheng was slightly taken aback when he heard the name.

Because Mr. Kongkong's master is also called Yuanjian Zhenjun, I don't know if it is the same person.

But this has nothing to do with him, the most important thing for him now is to raise Feijian successfully.

"By the way, I haven't asked my friend yet, where did your Tiangang sword array come from? I remember that this thing disappeared with the zombie king?"

Qin Jueren asked curiously.

Fangzheng smiled slightly: "A friend of mine gave it to me, and I don't know where he got it from."

Qin Jueren's eyes flickered slightly when he heard the words, and he said with a smile: "Little friend's friends are really extraordinary."

He didn't believe Fangzheng's words, but he didn't expose it. He didn't tell the truth, and he was still a good friend.

No matter how Fangzheng got the Tiangang Sword Formation, as long as he got it, it would prove that he was very capable. Naturally, he couldn't offend such a person, and he must make friends with him.

Fangzheng didn't know what was going on in his mind, but from Qin Jueren's words just now, he could tell that Qin Jueren was not a good monk.

He didn't even know the Zombie King's Treasure was born, so one can imagine how low the other party's status in the practice world is.

The Raptors on the side also looked at Qin Jueren in surprise, and after thinking about it, they didn't speak.

Now that he has obtained the method of using the flying sword, Fangzheng has no interest in staying here.

After bidding farewell to the two, he left the guardian department.

After he left, Qin Jueren said to Raptor with a look of surprise: "Raptor, your brother is a powerful character."

The Raptors sneered in their hearts, did you see it? !

He remembered Qin Jueren's arrogant face towards Fang Zheng just now, and didn't give himself any face.

He felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense with this stubborn old man. After chatting with him a few words, he found an excuse to send him out.

……

Fangzheng returned home, took out the flying sword and put it on to continue warming.

He's not afraid of wasting time, what he's afraid of is that he doesn't have true energy, so he can't warm up at all, wasting time for nothing.

"Try it first, and then think of other ways if you really don't succeed."

Having made up his mind, he continued to nurture.

After going on like this for half an hour, the flying sword in his hand suddenly moved!
It can be done!

Fangzheng was overjoyed when he sensed the changes just now.

Knowing that I can succeed if I continue to do this, I work harder to nurture her.

After another half an hour, he could feel a golden spot of light suddenly appearing in his Niwan Palace.

He moved the light spot slightly.

Swish~!

The flying sword in his hand turned into a golden light and rushed out.

Fangzheng quickly stopped, and the flying sword also stopped an inch away from the wall.

So fast!

Although Fangzheng guessed that it was fast, he didn't expect it to be so fast.

And I just moved it slightly, it rushed so far!

No wonder the old guy asked himself to practice more if he had nothing to do. If he didn't practice this thing, he couldn't control it at all.

It suddenly occurred to him that the current No. 1 Yuanjian Zhenjun in the way of kendo spent four hours warming his first flying sword.

And I only used it for an hour, doesn't that mean that my kendo talent is higher than his!
But he also knows the reason, in fact, it has nothing to do with the so-called talent of swordsmanship.

It's purely because of my relatively strong mental strength, and the fact that the golden light in my body is stronger than the true energy.

He thought about it, but didn't go to raise the second flying sword.

He still understands the truth of chewing too much.

What he has to do now is to manipulate the first flying sword like a finger, pointing and hitting.

He looked at it, and found that the space here was too small for practice, so he had to find a place with a lot of space and no one there.

He pondered for a moment, and suddenly thought of a place.

After packing up his things, he took the sword box and left.

At the foot of Nanshan Mountain outside Yuncheng City, Fangzheng found the most remote place to concentrate on practicing flying sword manipulation.

With his unremitting practice, he became more and more proficient at manipulating the flying sword.