Living in the world of cultivation

In the early morning, the mist in the mountains has not yet dissipated. The air is moist and fresh, and everything is shrouded in mist.

The dewdrops hanging on the branches and leaves of the grass and trees in the mountains reflect the sunlight, looking crystal clear.

Su Fan closed his eyes, naked, holding the magic sword in one hand, and stood on an open space in the cave.

He bent his knees and stretched his arms, and a silver light suddenly flashed, and the long sword swept out.

The magic sword, which originally weighed three or four hundred pounds, is now like nothing in Su Fan's hands.

Now Su Fan has cultivated the "Nine Extremes Chain Slash" to the realm of true meaning, and coupled with the influence of Ye Tianhe, he has a little shadow of sword cultivation.

It is no longer the kind of desperate effort and random slashing in the past.

Every sword he swings seems ordinary, and there is no fancy in the sword moves. It is simply simple to the extreme.

The sword intention is in his heart, and it comes as soon as he swings it, and it becomes a force in an instant.

Sometimes it is direct, sharp and fierce, advancing like a soldier on the battlefield, and the long river is cut off.

Sometimes it is full of energy and explodes, falling like thunder, and the mountains are broken.

Sometimes it is insidious and mysterious, and the sword is insidious, carrying the wind of purgatory.

Sometimes it is heavy and powerful, and it is like a lock across the river, and thousands of sails cannot cross.

Sometimes it is light and flexible to hide the sword, and it is like a ghost, and its shadow cannot be seen under the candle.

Su Fan performed the "Nine Extremes Chain Slash" dozens of times in succession, and then slowly put away the sword, standing there panting.

After resting for a while, Su Fan's eyes condensed.

A "Thunder Sword" wrapped in thunder and lightning roared out from the road, and went straight to a mountain wall hundreds of feet away to cut.

Boom! !

The "Thunder Sword" pierced into the mountain wall in the blink of an eye, and blasted a huge pit nearly ten feet in size in the hard mountain.

Su Fan waved his hand, and the "Thunder Sword" crossed the space, like a dazzling light, and returned to Su Fan's side and kept circling.

Then, he controlled the "Thunder Sword" to keep slashing at the mountain wall.

The Explosion Sword, the Annihilation Sword, the Thunder Sound Sword, the God-Slaying Sword, the Soul-Shocking Sword, each move was used dozens of times before the "Thunder Sword" was put back into the Tao Seed.

Next, Su Fan began to practice "Xingyi Boxing" again, until he exhausted his physical strength, then he stopped.

At this moment, he was sweating all over his body, and every inch of muscle in his body was shaking regularly.

Su Fan's control of his body has long been perfect. Every time his skin and flesh trembled, his muscles and bones bounced, and his internal organs moved, it was like a gurgling stream, moistening things silently.

Now every time he practices sword and boxing, he will use the control ability of his body at the same time, and his movements are like flowing clouds and water, without any fireworks.

Huh! !

Su Fan let out a long breath, and there was a flash of lightning under his feet. He teleported several times in succession and was already lying in the spiritual spring.

After resting for a while, Su Fan began to practice various magical powers and spells again, brushing the data over and over again.

At this time, the jade talisman on Su Fan's waist vibrated.

He retracted the spell, took off the jade talisman, and heard the voice of the sect master Zuo Zonghao.

"Brother Su, come to the sect hall, there is something important to discuss..."

Su Fan frowned immediately after hearing this. Could it be that the evil cult started to make trouble again?

He put away the jade talisman, then stood up from the spiritual spring, washed up simply, dressed neatly and left the cave.

Su Fan drove the magic weapon to the main peak of Shuiyun Sect.

He went straight to the sect hall and saw Zuo Zonghao sitting cross-legged there leisurely drinking spiritual tea.

Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that nothing big should happen.

Zuo Zonghao saw Su Fan coming and waved at him with a smile.

"Junior brother, come and sit down, and try my Bihai Xian Tea..."

Su Fan came to sit opposite Zuo Zonghao, took the spiritual tea handed over by the other party, and then took a sip of the teacup.

"Hmm... Sect Master, your tea is not bad..."

"This tea comes from the East China Sea. If you like it, I will pack some for you later..."

After Zuo Zonghao finished speaking, he put down the teacup in his hand.

"Junior brother, I asked you to come here today because I have something to discuss with you..."

"Sect Master, I am also a member of Shuiyun Sect. If you have anything, just send me..."

Zuo Zonghao waved his hand, and then laughed.

"It's nothing big, it's just the matter of the foundation-building disciples in the sect recruiting disciples. Everyone else has been selected, and only you are left..."

After listening to Zuo Zonghao's words, Su Fan frowned.

Recruiting disciples, why do you want to recruit that thing.

Su Fan was about to refuse politely, but Zuo Zonghao had already taken over the conversation.

"Junior brother, don't rush to refuse. This is what the Qingxuan Patriarch specifically told me before he went into seclusion. Don't make things difficult for me..."

Okay, then I'll take him in to handle the job. Anyway, I'm going to let him go.

Su Fan took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll take a disciple. If I don't teach him well, don't blame me, Sect Master..."

"Although Junior Brother has just broken through, there are not many people in the sect who can be stronger than you in terms of combat power..."

Su Fan shook his hand quickly. He couldn't admit this.

"The Sect Master praised me. If we talk about fighting, I'm just getting started..."

Zuo Zonghao secretly complained. You left two foundation-building elders in front of so many disciples in the Chuanfa Pavilion Square. Who doesn't know this?

This Junior Brother is good in everything, but he is too low-key.

Others are eager to become famous in the sect, but he is afraid that others will know about it, and he doesn't even show up every day.

Another thing is that this junior brother is too aloof.

From the day he entered Shuiyun Sect, he stayed in the cave to practice hard and never made friends with other people in the sect.

But even so, Zuo Zonghao couldn't say anything, after all, there were monks with all kinds of personalities.

The two chatted for a few more words, and Zuo Zonghao took Su Fan to the front hall.

At this time, there were more than a dozen half-year-old children in the hall, the oldest was eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest was only eight or nine years old.

They stood in a row in an orderly manner, waiting for Su Fan's selection with nervous expressions on their faces.

Seeing the two people coming, they all bowed respectfully.

"Welcome, Uncle Master..."

Zuo Zonghao waved his hands to them, then turned back to look at Su Fan.

"Junior brother, the sect stipulates that each foundation-building disciple must recruit two qi-training disciples..."

Su Fan not only sighed secretly, but he really didn't want to accept a disciple, mainly because it was too troublesome.

A deacon from the Zongwu Hall came over, holding a booklet in both hands, and handed it to Su Fan.

Su Fan picked it up, turned it over, and then threw it back.

"I haven't read it either. Please introduce it to me..."

After hearing this, the deacon disciple quickly put the book away, and then began to introduce each disciple to Su Fan one by one.

These disciples are still working together, and most of them have the qualifications of the Three Spiritual Roots. They have been accepted into the sect since they were young and come from the Zhigen Zhidui Cultivation family.

After listening to the introduction of the deacon disciple, Su Fan glanced at the two and a half-year-old children with his spiritual consciousness.

"Just the two of them..."

After hearing this, the deacon disciples quickly led the others out of the hall, leaving Yi Ya and Xiao standing there with faces full of surprise.

I’ll add one chapter first, and there will be two chapters tonight