The beauty of fast time travel and the tragic villain

Chapter 149 Raiding the Son of the Demon Venerable (22)

"Slaying demons and demons, supporting justice, and maintaining the peace of the six realms are our duty-bound obligations in the fairy world. You should assign people according to the situation."

Immortal Venerable Li Chongyang has all white hair, a fluttering white dress, and a jade hairpin in his hair, looking like a fairy. He sat on the main seat and spoke decisively.

"Immortal Venerable, it's been a month for those twenty disciples who came from the mortal world, and they haven't learned how to fly with a sword, let alone other immortal arts."

Shangxian Zhang Mingxiu felt uneasy and kind when he opened his mouth.

Shangxian Zhang Mingxiu is not a bad person, at least he is a fairy who has lived for thousands of years, but he is too arrogant as a fairy. He really looks down on people in the mortal world and wants to expel them from Penglai Fairy Mountain.

"Immortal Venerable, I see those twenty disciples who came from the mortal world, they have neither the heart to cultivate immortals nor the talents to cultivate immortals."

"It's better to send them back to the mortal world and let them live a normal life in the mortal world."

Shangxian Zhang Mingxiu felt it was time to make this claim.

Shangxian Zhang Mingxiu felt that the Immortal Venerable Li Chongyang would be furious if he knew that the twenty disciples from the mortal realm hadn't learned how to fly with a sword for a month, and he would definitely feel that they were rotten wood that could not be carved.

"Zhang Mingxiu, since they call you Master, but you haven't taught them the basics of flying with a sword for a month. Is there some fault on your part?"

Immortal Venerable Li Chongyang pointed out the problem.

"This..." Shangxian Zhang Mingxiu was speechless for a moment.

"Immortal Venerable, it's really that the people in the mortal world are dull in aptitude. If it's a fairy boy in the fairy world, wouldn't he be able to learn to fly with a sword within a day."

Shangxian Zhang Mingxiu choked out such a sentence for a long time.

"Since this is the case, you should not be their master for the time being."

"I asked Qing Huan to teach them. If they can't learn to fly with a sword after a month, it's not too late to drive them away."

Shangxian Zhang Mingxiu never expected that the result of his careful planning would be like this.

What Shangxian Zhang Mingxiu didn't know was that Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, had already found out the situation, and asked Xu Hualei and the knight Ye Fanjun what Zhang Mingxiu taught them during the immortal cultivation class.

As a result, Shangxian Zhang Mingxiu only taught the twenty disciples who came from the mortal world the formula of flying with a sword on the first day of the immortal cultivation class, and did not teach the rest.

Li Qinghuan, son of Xianzun, reported the situation to Xianzun Li Chongyang in time.

……

Another new day.

On the open space outside Fengyun Pavilion.

"Today, I am a humble person, and I will be your teacher."

Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, had jade hairpins stuck in his hair. He was dressed in fluttering white clothes, and his whole body was full of immortality. Holding a long sword in his right hand, he spoke to the twenty disciples who came from the mortal realm.

Having not learned the skill of flying with a sword for a month, most of the disciples who cultivated immortals from the mortal world were very depressed and downcast.

Seeing that there was a new teacher, some of the cultivating disciples became more energetic, and some of them were still depressed. They all doubted life and didn't know why they came to Penglai Xianshan after all the hard work.

"I believe that everyone has already learned the spell of Yu Jian's flight, so I won't talk about it."

"Today we are going to learn how to control the spiritual power in our body, gather the scattered spiritual power in the bones and meridians in the body, and then inject the spiritual power into the sword."

As soon as they heard that Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, was going to teach something new, most of the cultivating disciples from the mortal world became interested and began to listen carefully.

Shen Qiye, the son of the Demon Venerable, found Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, very annoying.

If Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, was here to teach seriously, Shen Qiye, the son of the Demon Venerable, would not be able to leave, and would not be able to go to the Library Pavilion to find a way to crack the black hollow box containing the enchantment key.

"The sword is all iron." Zhao Zixuan put the middle finger and index finger of his right hand together, gathered the spiritual power in his body on the fingertips of the two fingers, and then poured the spiritual power into his long sword.

"Psychic because of grasping, moving because of heart..." Then, Zhao Zixuan recited a long series of incantations to control the flight of the sword, and then the long sword really flew.

Zhao Zixuan was dressed in dark green clothes. He tried to step on his long sword with his feet in white boots, and then tried to fly a short distance with the sword.

The knight Ye Fanjun was also under the correct guidance, and he quickly learned to fly with the sword. He was dressed in black and black boots, stepped on his long sword, and flew with the sword in the air.

Princess Jian Anning of Chen Kingdom also tried to fly with the sword, but she couldn't figure it out, the sword couldn't fly at all, let alone stand on the sword and fly with the sword.

Shen Qiye, the son of the Demon Venerable, felt bored, but Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, was watching from the side, and he also pretended to try to fly with the sword.

But probably because of the demon-suppressing ring on the left wrist, the index and middle fingers of the right index finger and middle finger of the demon king's son Shen Qiye couldn't condense spiritual power at all, let alone fly with the sword.

……

"Okay, everyone has practiced for a day today. You have worked hard. Let's go eat and continue tomorrow."

Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, is a responsible teacher. He watched from the sidelines for a day, teaching the twenty immortal disciples from the mortal world to fly with swords.

If there is anything wrong, he will point it out in time.

After a day of practice, most of the cultivating disciples from the mortal world have at least started flying with the sword, and they can stand on the sword and fly, although the height and distance of the flight are not very good.

But there are only two princesses, Jian Anning and Shen Qiye, the son of the Mozun. They can't even make the sword fly, let alone flying the sword.

When Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Lord, came to point out Jian Anning, the Princess of Chen Kingdom, she excused herself by saying that she had a stomachache and she had to go back to her room to rest first.

When Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, came to give advice to Shen Qiye, the son of the Demon Venerable, Shen Qiye followed suit, saying that he had a stomachache and wanted to go back to his room to rest.

Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, felt that the food in the cafeteria in Penglai Immortal Mountain was clean and delicious, the air was sober, what breathed in was immortal energy, and the temperature was like spring all the year round, why would he have a stomachache?

Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, didn't know why. He only felt that human beings are fragile, with a short lifespan and weak body. No wonder so many people from the mortal world wanted to go to Penglai Xianshan to cultivate immortals.

……

three days later.

Except for Princess Jian Anning of Chen Kingdom and Shen Qiye, the son of the Mozun, the other [-] immortal cultivating disciples from the mortal world have basically mastered the knack of flying with a sword.

Another week passed.

Yujian flying class ended successfully.

Except for Princess Jian Anning of the Chen Kingdom and Shen Qiye, the son of the Mozun, they couldn't learn how to fly with a sword.

(End of this chapter)