There is a fairy world in my house

Chapter 354 One Sword

To be honest, facing someone who may be the strongest person in the world, telling her that the sword technique you created will delay you, this can indeed give people a lot of pressure.

However, Nan Wudi is a little different. She hopes to train Zhang Qing so that she can be her opponent in the future, so that she will not be so boring before crossing the catastrophe and becoming a fairy.

Therefore, after receiving Zhang Qing's words, she didn't think much about it at all, and said directly: "Since this sword technique will delay you, then you don't want to learn it."

"As long as you can become stronger as soon as possible, that's enough!"

Nan Wudi suddenly said coldly: "But if you let me know that you just don't want to practice, and you don't have enough strength in the future, I will kill you with my own hands!"

There was a terrifying murderous intent in his tone.

This killing intent is so genuine, it is also Nan Wudi's true inner thoughts.

If Zhang Qing can't show her own value, then she won't have any idea of ​​showing mercy.

Even if it is your own apprentice, you don't need to care if it is useless.

Zhang Qing looked at Nan Wudi with a smile, then turned and left.

Now is not the time, we need to take our time.

With the ability of merit talisman, his strength will improve very quickly, and he will be able to truly stand at the top of the human world in a short time.

As for whether to ascend to the fairyland at that time, it depends on the situation.

Zhang Qing gave up the opportunity in people's eyes - Nanwudi Nanlunzi's unique thousand yuan swordsmanship, and returned to the Luoxia Sword Sect's training hall to learn the Luoxia Sword Art that other ordinary disciples were learning.

This is a low-level exercise that many elders and disciples are unwilling to touch again. This kind of behavior made many people secretly think that he was finally infected by the madness of Madman Nan and became a madman.

This time, no one is willing to communicate with him, completely treat him as a mass of air, and stay far away when they see him.

Zhang Qing doesn't care about this, he immerses himself in the sword training hall every day, watching other people practice the Luoxia Sword Art, and he himself is also muttering about the Luoxia Sword Art, and then the scenes echo in his mind, gradually merging together .

Although he may not be as stunning and talented as Nan Wudi, Zhang Qing has gradually grown from the humblest person in the lower realm to the current position in the highest fairy court, and he has his own strengths and insights.

The human world in the world of cultivating immortals is completely incomparable to the Supreme Immortal Court, at most it is only at the level of an advanced profession. For Zhang Qing, these skills and swordsmanship are easy to master, and then see through their shortcomings and shortcomings.

One after another sword lights flickered in Zhang Qing's mind, one after another figures dissipated in front of his eyes, and countless sword techniques collided continuously, merging the most powerful trajectory and power at present.

For a year, Zhang Qing sat in the sword training hall for a full year. He saw countless beginner disciples working hard as basic skills there, and he also saw powerful senior brothers and sisters who came here to challenge the new beginners. The disciples explained the sword techniques, and even saw the elders of the sect and even the master of the sect personally come to practice their best swordsmanship.

All of these became Zhang Qing's nourishment. His body was like a terrifying giant furnace, and he put countless sword techniques into it, forging a sword light that was astonishingly talented and peerless.

Yes, there is only one sword light, which is just one sword.

In a year, Zhang Qingyun cultivated a sword technique, which seemed to be a bit of a joke, and there was a world of difference between him and Nan Wudi.

But if you really think so...

I'm afraid he will be able to taste the joy of killing with his own hands.

Although it is just a sword, it is Zhang Qing's understanding and summary of swordsmanship over the years.

His body is in the Supreme Immortal Court, and his strength is not comparable to the existence in the human world. He can taste that although all the things of the Supreme Immortal Court have been removed and only raised with the sword skills of this world, the power of this sword is also Very scary.

"I want to try to see how strong this sword is."

Zhang Qing caressed the three-foot sword peak in his hand, the cold light flowed wantonly, and the disciples in the surrounding sword training hall couldn't help shaking.

When they were still wondering why the training hall became so cold, Zhang Qing had already disappeared here and went to Nan Wudi's place.

Nan Wudi was sitting cross-legged in a valley, and there was a terrifying aura around him.

That wasn't an ambush, it was just that her mind invaded the surroundings, forming an absolute field.

Once anyone steps into this range, they will immediately suffer a terrifying blow from Nan Wudi's awakening.

Zhang Qing stood outside this range, looking at Nan Wudi in the center, he could feel that even if he was her disciple, as long as he dared to step into it, she would never show mercy.

Now it's just building a foundation, so he is naturally not Nan Wudi's opponent.

So he didn't enter in spite of himself, but stood outside the range, slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand, and looked straight at Nan Wudi, who was sitting cross-legged, with sharp eyes and a bit of evil spirit.

Nan Wudi didn't notice it, because Zhang Qing's strength was too low, and he looked down on his strength at all.

"Master, please taste my sword."

Zhang Qingyao slashed his sword far away, and a breeze blew.

Nan Wudi didn't seem to notice it, and it was just a moment of trembling with his closed eyes when the breeze came.

After that, everything was as usual without any change.

Zhang Qing didn't show any dejected expression, instead he showed a smile, without speaking, he inserted the sword into the ground in front of him, turned around and left easily.

His distance did not make Nan Wudi take any action until Zhang Qing's back disappeared completely, and a figure appeared beside Nan Wudi.

The figure is tall, but it is covered by a cloud of black mist, without any features that can reveal its identity.

"Senior sister, isn't this Zhang Qing a little too arrogant? If you don't practice your swordsmanship, it will take you a year to sit in the sword training hall."

"I finally came out to see you, and I just made a false cut, and I didn't see anything."

Nan Wudi looked at the figure, flicked his finger lightly, and saw that the figure was suddenly hit by something, was blown into the air, and disappeared in the surrounding area at an extremely fast speed.

"Why, Senior Sister!"

The voice shrunk sharply, and soon it was no longer heard.

Not to mention the surprised expression of that figure, Nan Wudi just looked down at his collar.

Afterwards, she let out a wild laugh, which contained joy and anticipation. This laughter lasted for a long, long time, until the figure who was knocked into the air returned again, hiding at the side and not speaking again, and she closed her eyes again. head.

A natural breeze blew by, and a strand of hair blew from Nan Wudi's collar, and flew towards the sky with the breeze.

(End of this chapter)