Refining Heaven and Earth

Between the two words, Fang Bai heard some information.

The elders who understand the rules of the sword in the God King Pavilion only have the elders in front of them.

He stayed at Chileixing all these years, and this person has been hiding from him.

"so far so good."

The old man in white robes commented on Fang Bai's head, and seemed very satisfied. "It's also good for refining. It's interesting that I haven't seen such a practice for many years."

Standing in the same place makes people look around like this, which is a bit uncomfortable. I think that I will follow him to practice the law of swords, and I have to bear it.

"Old boy blows you up and down, saying how great you are in the flood, but really?" The old man in white robe asked with a smile.

Fang Bai smiled bitterly: "I don't know what senior Thunder God said."

The old man in white robes said, "You are considered very good among the people who came out of the flood, but they have some poor knowledge and can't do it. You have to practice it well before you know."

Fang Bai heard a little stunned, "Isn't the predecessor from Honghuang?"

The old man in white robe laughed and said, "Why, do you think that the God King Pavilion is all from Honghuang?"

"Uh…"

God Wangge came from Honghuang. Fang Bai took it for granted that the powerhouse of God Wangge came from Honghuang. It doesn't make sense to think about it. King Yu Yu left Honghuang for too many years. It is a strange thing that God Wangge has no other powerhouse.

The old man in white robe grinned, "But it doesn't matter. Now they all belong to the God King Pavilion. It doesn't matter where they come from. There are many people from Honghuang who can get closer and closer in the future."

"Thank you senior!"

Fang Bai was secretly pleased that he was kept anyway.

The law of comprehension is imminent, otherwise, he is not qualified to stand in this vast starry sky.

The old man in white robes turned and walked and said, "Remember, you must listen to the old man in all aspects of the ice star. Even the God King Pavilion can't override the old man's rules, understand?"

"Yes!"

Fang Bai bowed and said, people had to bow their heads under the eaves.

The old man in white robe continued: "The rules of the old man are very simple. As long as you can satisfy the old man, you can stay here forever. If you can't make the old man happy, get out!"

"Uh…"

Fang Bai couldn't help but speak simple and rough rules, but he understood well. The question is how to satisfy him?

Traveling through the snow-covered world, the cold wind roars, and the ground is sometimes a town made of ice. Presumably this is the case all year round, and the living here must be very difficult.

But as long as it can survive, it must be extraordinary!

Continue to go north, suddenly there is a cricket Jianman whistling in the cold wind, just as Fang Bai was about to get out of the way to let go, the white robe old man's cold words sounded, "Do not hide!"

A sword-mang whistled out of Fang Bai's body and was cut off in the air!

"No resistance, but hard-wired!"

The indifferent words of the old man in white robes sounded, and he swayed, and the sword mang shot by Fang Bai disappeared without a trace, and the sword mang screamed and chopped on Fang Bai.

boom!

Jian Mang burst, the incomparable breath penetrated into the body and madly raged, fierce pain came from every corner, Fang Bai could not help but uttered a groan, and shot ten feet in the air.

A little blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes sparkled. Is this the power of the Sword Rule?

Theoretically, the old man in front of the white robe is also the pinnacle of the gods. The theory of cultivation is equal to that of Fang Bai. The truth should be better than Fang Bai, let alone the flesh.

But when it comes to strength, Fang Bai still has a little self-knowledge, and the gap is huge!

This is the power of the law!

The law can make the strength of the two people who are also the peak of the gods so different, which shows that the law is powerful!

The qualitative change is doomed to disparity in strength.

"Come over slowly, don't worry." The old man in the white robe gave Fang Bai a smile with a smile, and disappeared into the vast snow.

"what is this?"

Fang Bai shook his head and smiled bitterly, and continued to move forward, without waiting to return to the previous position, and another extremely slashing sword-mang cut, remembering what the old man in the white robe had said, he could only fix it.

"come on!"

At this moment, Fang Bai is naturally clear. This is a test and a trial. It is not easy to encounter the opportunity to perceive the law of the sword. He does not want to miss the old man in a white robe, and he does not want to miss it.

boom!

Jian Mang cut it down fiercely. His strength was more than 50% stronger than before. Fang Bai couldn't help spitting blood, his face was pale, his pain swept across his body, and he retreated to a hundred feet away.

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"This…"

Fang Bai was speechless for a moment. Instead of stepping forward, he quit Baizhangkai, and finally understood the smile before the old white robe old man left.

But, is Fang Bai a man who easily admits defeat?

In the eyes, the fighting spirit was burning, and the divine thoughts spread all over the body, only to realize the sword that was cut, and the heavens and nines changed and continued to move forward.

boom!

After Baizhang, the incomparable Jianmang was cut again, and his power was exactly the same as that of the second one, and Fang Bai was again cut out of Baizhang.

Gritted his teeth and insisted, the volley flew away without any accident. Jian Mang cut it again, and returned to Baizhangkai.

At this moment, Fang Bai can understand that the power of Jianmang should be well designed. The first is only a tentative test, and the next is tailored according to his strength.

"Are these people all virtues?"

Thor is, and so is the old man in white robes, who seems to be torturing him, but is actually honing him.

"Come again!"

Fang Bai breathed a sigh of relief, and rushed up again. It was the peak of the gods. With such a gap, Fang Bai was not reconciled.

Bang Bang!

A figure traveled back and forth in the snow and ice like lightning, moving forward faster, retreating faster, coming back and forth, and repeating.

Jianmang never stopped, Fang Bai never discouraged, and just stalemate.

The old man in the white robe said "slowly" much slower than Fang Bai expected. For three years, I have not made any progress.

At first, Fang Bai was so motivated that he finally came into contact with the rule of the sword and was very confident.

Gradually, Fang Bai couldn't sit still. Anyway, it was also Hong Xuan who came out of the peak of the gods. The strength is not as good as others. In this case, how can we not let him down?

Disappointed to despair, despair to numbness, Fang Bai gradually became numb, rushed forward subconsciously, and then was bombed back.

In the distance, there were two silhouettes standing one behind the other.

The old man in the white robe grinned sneerly. There was no generation of strong men, but the middle-aged man standing behind him was like a sword, so imposing.

"Is Elder Zuo a little inappropriate?" The middle-aged man whispered softly.

"Hey!"

The old man in the white robe smiled: "Nothing is inappropriate. Frustrating the kid's arrogance may be a good thing for him. The king ruled the hegemony, let him learn to be low-key first."

The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled bitterly. "The problem is that he can't walk like this. The elder left then brought him over. Will it affect his mentality?"

The old man in white robe frowned lightly. "You're not saying it's unreasonable, but it's too late now to see if he can come by himself."

"Ugh!"

The middle-aged man looked away and sighed, "Pray for more!"

Boom boom!

Fang Bai was numb to some habit. Thinking of thirteen years of experience in front of the Temple of Thunder, now this seems to be nothing.

Fortunately, over time, I have been able to resist this sword, and I will never be injured again, and finally have a chance to feel the law in the sword.

Feeling comprehended, Fang Bai was no longer in a hurry. After a sword blasted off, he crossed his knees for a few days and swept away again.

Sometimes three or two days, sometimes dozens of days, sometimes more than a month.

Although still unable to touch the law of the sword, at least there is a direction.