I can explode

As for Tianjiao's cultivation, he decided to draw his sword for four years, and three years for each of the two martial arts.

After allocating the cultivation base, the true energy in the body will be transported, and every cell in the body will be tempered.

In the mind, the picture of cultivation once again appeared, everything is a knife, and the knife itself, the strongest knife, is improving.

Skim the light, go faster, walk on the light.

Under Tianjiao's cultivation, he became one with the light, as if turning into light, and chased after the light.

Of course, it's still far from the real speed of light, it's just blending into it.

The golden body is not broken, the true energy tempers the whole body, the recovery ability, and the self-defense are all enhanced.

Tianjiao's cultivation base gave him a new breakthrough in the indestructibility of the golden body.

The golden body is not broken, tempering the whole body, so that every drop of blood contains powerful power.

Severed limbs were reborn, ordinary wounds healed instantly, and the recovery ability was terrifying.

At this moment, he drew his sword and practiced, and there was a change.

Jiang Changkong was immersed in despair, so terribly desperate that he couldn't speak.

In the world, it seems that there is only despair left, and a heart also exudes a deep sense of despair.

On the screen, three desperate sword lights appear, criss-crossing the sky and the earth, destroying the sky and the earth.

True Martial Three Absolute Swords!

The Heaven Slashing Sword collided with the Three Absolute Swords, fighting back and forth without distinction.

Sword intent, sword intent, constantly colliding in the training screen.

I don't know how many times they have confronted each other, and gradually, the blade of Zhan Tianjuedi was stained with a tinge of despair.

Cut out with one knife, the world is shattered, and despair descends!

Desperate Sword Intent!

嗡

The next moment, Jiang Changkong woke up, his cultivation was exhausted.

There was a hint of despair pervading him.

"It's a pity, if Tianjiao cultivated, he could have more." Jiang Changkong said regretfully.

Tianjiao's cultivation made him comprehend a little bit of the blade intent of despair, but it was only a little bit.

Four years of Tianjiao's cultivation is far from enough to comprehend all the three swords of true martial arts.

After all, this is the sword intent left behind by the pioneer of true martial arts, the almost invincible powerhouse in the world.

The two of Wang Chengyang, at most, understood the superficial.

After four years of Tianjiao's cultivation, it is not bad to be able to comprehend the meaning of despair.

"Maybe, it's also related to the sword intent I came into contact with."

Jiang Changkong thought to himself, if he went to the Zhenwu school and experienced the stronger Zhenwu Sanjuejian, he might be able to comprehend more.

Chapter 42: Apprenticeship?

Jiang Changkong: Warrior

Martial arts: sword drawing (the peak of the second level of the master) superficial (the peak of the second level of the master)

The Golden Body Is Not Bad (Grandmaster Double Peak)

Repair: none

Jiang Changkong felt the true energy in his body, majestic and majestic, several times stronger than before.

60 years of ordinary cultivation, combined with three years of Tianjiao's cultivation, was upgraded by one level.

In martial arts, talent is too important.

The further back, the more important the talent.

Ordinary warriors may retreat for a hundred years without breaking through the first level, while geniuses may only need decades.

"I hope Zhenwu University will not let me down."

Jiang Changkong murmured and continued to practice with his eyes closed.

There is nothing to do, and I will leave Jiangcheng tomorrow to go to Zhenwu, so I might as well practice for a day.

He didn't want to go out at night. After all, he just killed a growing demon general, so it would be dangerous to go out casually.

The recommendation quota has been confirmed, Jiang Lingxue, three people, and Yu Rou.

He had no contact with the remaining five people, so he didn't understand them.

After seeing his battle with the teacher, the three of Jiang Lingxue listened to the persuasion, stopped thinking about being admitted to Zhenwu University, and accepted the recommendation quota.

Early the next morning, Jiang Changkong was woken up by the phone and went to school.

The two teachers and the nine students who were escorted were all present.

The principal, Jiang Yuanwu, as well as the teachers and students of the school, all gathered at the door.

Wang Chengyang flipped his hands over and took out a palm-sized boat, the whole body was pitch black.

The boat rose against the wind and turned into a size of three feet.

Everyone jumped onto the boat, and the two teachers, Wang Chengyang, waved their hands, and the spacecraft gathered majestic vitality and rose to the sky.

"Remember to come back!"

School teachers and students, wave goodbye below.

"We'll be back!" Yu Rou responded loudly.

"Come back? That will be nine years later." Jiang Lingxue sighed softly, looking down, full of reluctance.

Li Qingfeng looked indifferent and didn't make a sound.

The rest are also reluctant, they are recommended students, Zhenwu graduated in four years, and they have to work for Zhenwu for five years, which is nine years.

Jiang Changkong looked calm and did not interrupt.

He was admitted to Zhenwu by virtue of his ability, and once he graduated, he would be free and unrestricted.

"If you don't give up now, you won't think about coming back in the future."

Wang Chengyang laughed and said, "Jiangcheng is too small, so small that you don't want to come back in the future."

"No, I will never forget, this place where I was born and raised." Yu Judao: "Besides, we will come back to work for ten years after nine years."

"You can choose not to come back, and you will know when the time comes." Wang Chengyang said.

"You can choose not to come back?" Li Qingfeng's indifferent expression finally changed.

He didn't want to come back, Jiangcheng was too small and had too few resources.

He yearns for big cities, seeks better resources, and pursues a higher realm.

Teacher Zhang said lightly: "Yes, you will know when you go to Zhenwu."

"How long will it take to reach Zhenwu?" Jiang Changkong asked aloud, looking into the distance.

"It will take two days to arrive, and the board and lodging will be on the spaceship for these two days, traveling overnight.

Don't worry, this spaceship was forged by a master craftsman of the Zhenwu School, even if it is a monster at the level of a grand master, it is impossible to shake it. "

Wang Chengyang said proudly.

Jiang Changkong has no doubts. If he can't do this, he will doubt the strength of Zhenwu University.

He came to the bow of the boat and looked down, the mountains, rivers and seas passed by in an instant, so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

The hull of the ship is covered with a layer of barriers to isolate them from the wind and protect them.

Wang Chengyang entered the hull and brought some food for them to eat.

"Try it, demon meat jerky, you will like it." Wang Chengyang took out a piece of meat and handed it to Jiang Changkong.

Jiang Changkong took a bite, and it wasn't hard, but rather soft and waxy. After eating it, it turned into a trace of pure vitality, which was refined by his true energy.

"What level of monster is this meat?" Jiang Changkong became interested, and after just one bite, he felt pure vitality.

"Grand Master." Wang Chengyang raised his head slightly: "Ordinary people, I can't bear it."

The Jiangling Xuejiu people looked at him enviously, they couldn't eat monster meat at the grand master level.

The food Wang Chengyang gave them was just ordinary snacks, not even the acquired level.

Jiang Changkong glanced at the demon meat, then at the nine people.

Wang Chengyang gritted his teeth, with a pained expression on his face, he gave each of the nine of them a small piece: "Don't eat too fast, the vitality in it is not something you can easily digest."

"Thank you, teacher, and thank you Changkong." The nine people were overjoyed. While thanking Wang Chengyang, they did not forget to thank Jiang Changkong.

Even Li Qingfeng thanked him.

"Changkong, these days, I wonder if you know anything about Zhenwu?" Wang Chengyang supported the edge of the boat, and said with a smile, "There are many powerful teachers of Zhenwu, who do you want to join?"

"I have gotten to know Master Zhenwu in the past few days. The director introduced him. His mentor is Jing Changqing. He teaches his disciples to be very patient and kind to others."

Jiang Changkong said lightly.

"Teacher Jing Changqing is indeed very good, but with your qualifications, you should ask for a better teacher."

Wang Chengyang smiled and said: "Jing Changqing is a master of the seventh level of Lingwu, but he has been stagnant for many years and his potential has been exhausted. How about I introduce you to a teacher of the eighth level of Lingwu?"

Jiang Changkong frowned, and Wang Chengyang continued: "If you are not satisfied, there is still the Ninth Level of Lingwu."

Chapter 43: Arriving at Zhenwu

Listening to Wang Chengyang's words, the nine people lost the taste of the demon meat in their hands.

They still don't know what kind of teacher they can worship when they go to school.

As a result, before Jiang Changkong went to school, Wang Chengyang started recommending teachers to him.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was a master of the Spiritual Martial Realm who surpassed the Great Master, and he was still at the eighth or ninth level of the Spiritual Martial Arts!

"Teacher Wang doesn't need to recommend it anymore, let's talk about it when we go to Zhenwu."

Jiang Changkong said calmly: "As far as I know, apprentices in Zhenwu School don't have to be worshiped, and they can worship at any time."

"Having said that, if you become a teacher, you will be able to get personal guidance from a spiritual martial artist. In Zhenwu, many students and even teachers can't ask for it."

Wang Chengyang explained: "Besides, if you are bullied, you can also ask your master to make decisions. No one dares to bully you at school."

Jiang Changkong glanced at him, but did not rush to agree.

Wang Chengyang and Mr. Zhang, after learning about his strength, their attitudes towards him changed too much.

If he's not strong enough, let alone recommending a teacher, I'm probably not in the mood to even talk to him.

Of course, Jiang Changkong would not hold grudges against them because of this. It is human nature to have a good attitude towards capable and talented students.

Even ordinary people, with good academic performance, teachers will give preferential treatment.

However, Jiang Changkong didn't like this kind of person.

There are many geniuses gathered in Zhenwu, including many master students.

It sounds like a good thing to be a martial artist at the Spiritual Martial Realm, but it's actually not a big deal.

He can improve his cultivation by killing demons, so why do he need to be a teacher?

Furthermore, the masters of the Spiritual Martial Realm must all be geniuses, so he won't be too conspicuous at first.

At that time, his talent will be relatively good, and compared with the disciples of Lingwu masters, it is estimated that it will be mediocre.

As for Wang Chengyang and Wang Chengyang, students with average talents don't care about life and death. Those with good talents are worthy of attention.

The teachers recommended by them are probably similar.