Stunning beauty

Taixue Palace.

North courtyard.

When the sun rises.

Bai Wangyu walked out in a white Confucian robe, carrying an ancient sword Taiyi, and after a few months, he gave the morning class again in person.

It's just that today's morning class is different.

In the north courtyard, 63 of the strongest disciples of Confucianism stood quietly.

Everyone's cultivation is above the late stage of the second stage, and many people have even entered the third stage.

Mobei and his party, after experiencing the test of war, the disciples of the generation of Confucianism have grown extremely fast, and have gradually become the backbone of Confucianism.

"Swordsmanship, have you seen it all?"

Bai Wangyu looked at the juniors in front of him and said.

"seen it already!"

All 63 Confucian disciples responded in unison.

"Then let's begin."

Bai Wangyu said calmly, stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword behind him, and said, "One person has one sword, one person has one change. If our Confucianism can evolve this method and transform the sword into a sword array, its power will It will not be inferior to the Haoran Sword Formation."

"Yes!"

63 Confucian disciples responded again.

Bai Wangyu turned around, stood in front of the crowd, and practiced the seventh form of Feixian Jue with 63 juniors.

All martial arts in the world lead to the same goal by different routes. If they haven't cultivated the Flying Immortal Art, they will not be able to display the full power of this move. However, if they can comprehend its subtlety, they will also benefit a lot.

Under the rising sun.

63 Confucian disciples dressed in Confucian robes and holding ancient swords practiced the seventh form of Feixian Jue attentively.

Confucian disciples grew up together, practiced sword together, and never lacked tacit understanding with each other.

not far away.

Faru watched this scene quietly, without stepping forward to disturb.

"Handmaster, is it really possible to practice the complete seventh form in this way?"

On the side, Chen Qiaoer asked.

"The method given by Jian Chi should be feasible."

Faru said calmly, "In this world, Jian Chi's understanding of the way of the sword is beyond his control."

Chen Qiaoer heard it, sighed softly, and said, "This time, for that kid, our Confucianism sect really did our best and sent out all the most elite disciples in the sect."

A few days ago, His Majesty's imperial decree failed to mobilize his disciples of Confucianism, but unexpectedly, because of that Li family boy, they were able to make the best of them.

If this is the case, then the boy will not be able to practice the seventh form, and the Confucianism School will be at a great loss.

"As long as it can be practiced, it's worth it."

Faru looked at the disciples who were working hard to practice swords in front of him, and said in a concentrated voice, "The Li family boy and our Confucianism have long been inseparable. Helping him is helping the Confucianism itself."

"Early in the morning, it's so lively."

At this time, Yao Guihai also came out, saw the disciples who were having morning class outside, and said with a smile, "Today's morning class seems to be different."

"This is?"

Not far away, Li Qingshan also walked out, and his expression froze when he saw the sword technique Wang Yu and others were practicing.

Fei Xian Jue!

As a Confucian swordsmanship instructor, Li Qingshan has also seen the cultivation method of Feixianjue, so he can tell at a glance that the swordplay practiced by Wang Yu and others is Feixianjue.

"Split the sword technique, turn the sword technique into a sword array."

After watching for a while, Li Qingshan saw the clue, and his expression became more and more surprised.

No one has ever walked this road.

"Master Zhang, who thought of this method?" Li Qingshan asked in confusion.

"Sword idiot."

Faru answered truthfully.

"63 disciples, deriving 63 kinds of changes, is indeed a bold idea."

Li Qingshan said in a concentrated voice, "However, only my Confucianism school can achieve this level."

Confucian disciples, most of them use swords, and they have always had the tradition of senior brothers teaching skills on behalf of teachers. They have a close relationship with each other and a perfect understanding. This is an advantage that no other force can match.

"Right now, it's just an attempt. Whether it succeeds or not, no one knows for the time being."

Faru stared ahead and said calmly, "But since there is a glimmer of hope, it is impossible to let it go."

"Whether it is successful or not, this method can be used as a reference for our Confucianism."

Li Qingshan said softly, "Turn the complexity into simplicity, one person, one sword, is enough to evolve any skill in the world."

"This method is indeed a genius-like idea."

Chen Qiaoer adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and said, "Sword Chi, it really deserves to be the number one sword in the world. It was the same 20 years ago, and it will be the same 20 years later."

The four watched.

An hour passed gradually.

Morning class time, end.

The 63 disciples drew their swords together, saluted respectfully, and then left one after another.

Bai Wangyu returned the salute with his sword cupped, watching the juniors leave.

"Forget the words."

Faru opened his mouth and asked, "How?"

Bai Wangyu stepped forward and said respectfully, "The method is feasible, but it will take some time to practice. The Flying Immortal Art has extremely high requirements for details, and there must be no deviations. Junior brothers, it takes time to get used to it."

Faru nodded upon hearing this, and continued to ask, "Is your injury still a problem?"

"It's not advisable to use your true energy for the time being, other than that, there's nothing serious about it." Bai Wangyu replied.

"Since there is no serious problem, let's go to Li Garden."

Faru looked calm and said, "These days when you were injured, Li Yuan sent a lot of precious medicinal materials over, so you go there in person and thank you."

"Yes!"

Bai Wangyu responded respectfully.

After finishing speaking, Bai Wangyu didn't delay any longer, and walked towards the outside of the north courtyard.

"thank?"

Yao Guihai looked at the back of Xiao Wangyu leaving, and asked in puzzlement, "What kind of thanks do you need between Wangyu and the Li family?"

Faru ignored it and walked away.

"If you don't understand, you can pretend to be dumb."

On the side, Chen Qiaoer said something lightly, then turned and went back to the room.

"Simple-minded brawn."

Li Qingshan also commented indifferently, and walked away.

Seeing that the three of them had all left, Yao Guihai became even more puzzled.

Did he say something wrong?

Li Yuan.

Bai Wangyu walked over.

The white-robed ancient sword is still so personable and has an extraordinary temperament.

forecourt.

Li Ziye sat there bored, watching the 63 idiots practicing blindly in front of him, and he no longer had the strength to swear at others.

Deadwood!

It cannot be carved!

It's been two days, but there is no progress at all.

Scrap!

"Young master, Mr. Bai is here."

At this time, a young servant came quickly and told him.

"Young master Bai, I don't see you."

Li Ziye even said in a bad mood.

Hearing the words, the little servant was stunned for a moment, and asked puzzledly, "I don't see you?"

"Wait, who are you talking about?"

After a while, Li Ziye came to his senses, stood up abruptly, and asked in surprise, "Little Red Riding Hood?"

Front of the house.

Bai Wangyu stood still, looking at the young man running ahead, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Old Bai, is your injury healed?"

Li Ziye ran forward and said with surprise.

"It's all right."

Bai Wangyu smiled and said, "So, come and have a look."

"Great, come, hug, celebrate!"

Li Ziye stretched out his arms and smiled.

Bai Wangyu smiled lightly, staggered half a step, and immediately walked towards the mansion.

Li Ziye withdrew his arms, turned and followed.

In the front yard, 63 improvised martial artists are still practicing on their own, not to mention tacit understanding, not even a word of cooperation.

"Let them all go away," Bai Wangyu said.

"Dispersed?"

Li Ziye was stunned, shook his head vigorously and said, "That's not okay, the Li family paid for these people, it's up to them whether I can practice the seventh form of the Feixian Jue."

Bai Wangyu heard the words, smiled, and said, "Let's go, this job is accepted by the Confucian School, no money is needed."