I, Panda, am super fierce!

Ten years later.

There is no fairy peak at the foot of the mountain.

There is no Seven Star Sand vein on this side of the mountain, only a waterfall pouring down from the top of the mountain with majestic force.

There is a pool under the waterfall. The stones in the pool are very rounded by the water flow, and there are clumps of moss growing on it, which is very slippery, and it is extremely difficult for people to stand on it.

But on a rock directly below the waterfall, there was a man practicing his sword.

It was a young man who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was making sword moves one by one.

The force of the falling water is extremely strong, and if you don't pay attention, you will be staggered. The young man's hair is stuck to his face, his eyes are half-closed, and he is careful not to let himself fall.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man finally used his last sword technique.He put away his sword and stepped on the pond water to the shore. Not long after he got up, the clothes on his body that had been wet by the current returned to dryness, and his long hair became soft and smooth. The breeze blew, and the hair fluttered. To the front, make a curl on the pointed chin.

The young man seemed a little impatient, he clicked his tongue, raised his free hand and tied his hair behind his head casually, and then walked in the direction of going back.

It was the hottest time of the day, and after walking for a long time, the young man's face was stained red. He changed his sword to another hand, and raised his arm to wipe off the sweat oozing from the tip of his nose.

The sword he held in his hand was very special, it was no more than a foot long, three fingers wide, double-sided without front, and nearly half an inch thick. It really didn't look like a murderous weapon, but the young man held it in his hand. , but like holding a baby.

The young man walked for a while and reached the foot of another mountain. He turned his sword down again before stepping on the steps leading to the top of the mountain.

The steps of this mountain are steep and narrow, and there are dense jungles next to the steps on both sides. From time to time, there are one or two birdsong in the jungle.

The boy walked halfway, when he heard the sound of the bird, he turned his eyes and suddenly felt a little hungry.

As soon as he thought about it, he did it. He pushed aside the bushes next to the steps and stepped into the forest. The trees in the forest were not as lush as the two sides, leaving a lot of paths for the monsters to pass through.

The level of monsters here is not high, and most of them don't have the ability to change form, but living here is considered comfortable.

There are few people on the mountain, and the master doesn't care about them. Except for birth, old age, sickness and death, and accidental transformation and let the mountain master throw them out, there is nothing to worry about.

But today, the quiet here was broken.

In the woods, the birds scattered and fled, and the animals were exhausted.A monster that looked like a pig galloped towards the side road with four claws. When the hooves fell, the leaves on the ground were turned up and fell into the air.

As soon as the dead leaf reached the top, it suddenly split into two halves from the middle, and the monster on the ground fell to the ground with a howl. After landing, blood oozed from the neck along a crack and flowed to the ground.

A young man walked out from the side of the fork. The young man was holding a non-sharp sword in his hand, pointing at the monster. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe that this seemingly innocuous sword could cause such a sharp wound.

The effect the young man had on him was obviously no surprise. He put away his sword, took a step forward, grabbed the monster's hind leg with his free hand, and continued walking towards the top of the mountain.

The monster was much bigger than him, at least three to five hundred catties, but he didn't seem to feel the weight, so he easily pulled the monster up the mountain.

At the top of the mountain, at the end of the steps, there was a monk in a white robe standing there, his eyes were far away, and he didn't know where to look.

The boy saw it from a long distance, his eyes lit up, and he climbed two steps to the top of the mountain in one step.

"Master." The boy lifted the thing in his hand: "Shall we roast it and eat it?"

The person called Master didn't speak. He frowned slightly and stared at the way the boy came. After a while, he said, "The steps were dirty by you."

The boy let out an ah, turned his head to look back, and found that the monster's wound had been oozing blood, and wherever he walked, the steps were stained with dark red blood.

"Clean it up later." Seeing that the boy saw it, the person called "Master" said.

"Got it." The boy curled his lips and turned his head, and when he met the man, he smiled again, pulled the dead monster up, leaned over and continued to ask: "Then master, can you give me a barbecue. "

The boy was a head shorter than the man, looked a little thin, and had no flesh on his face.His brows are raised, his eyes are slender, and his lips are pale. When he is not speaking, he looks cool and cold, but when he speaks, his habitual coquettish tone completely destroys his temperament.

The man has always had nothing to do with his apprentice, he stared at the monster in his hand for a while, and finally nodded: "Only this once."

The boy agreed with a smile, and he knew from his appearance that he didn't take the man's words to heart. He skillfully skinned and bled the monster beast, and after tidying up, cut the monster meat into evenly sized pieces.

The man watched the young man's movements, and he couldn't hold back when he saw him cutting the meat: "You've been so ruined all day, I don't think you can practice your natal spirit sword."

The boy would not believe such words: "It's impossible, Master, don't scare me."

The two masters and apprentices are Yi Zhou and Si Heng.

In the past ten years, Yizhou has gone from the middle stage of foundation establishment to the late stage of foundation establishment, and Tianwai Xuantie also has the appearance of a sword in his hand. I believe that it will not be long before his natal spirit sword will be completely released.

The forging method of the natal spirit sword is far from that of ordinary swords.

At first, when Yi Zhou was able to move the black iron, he thought that the next step would be to smelt the black iron, but Si Heng asked him to keep the black iron with him every step of the way, and to visualize it frequently.

Yi Zhou had no concept of how to visualize, but Si Heng said that he had to understand it by himself, and if he couldn't understand it, it meant that he had no affinity with the way of swordsmanship.

There was no other way, Yi Zhou could only take this piece of sword embryo material that could crush him to the ground all the time and read it every day, even meditating.

In the first year, Yizhou was completely clueless, Xuantie was like the most common stone, nothing special except its weight.

To say that the only gain is probably that he got used to the weight of Xuantie, and he was able to hold on to it from morning to night.

One day a year later, Yi Zhou suddenly understood the meaning of visualization.

He was meditating at the time, and when he looked inside, he suddenly felt that there was something beside him. He was only building a foundation, and theoretically there was no way to release his spiritual consciousness, but at that time Yi Zhou clearly saw something next to him.

It was a black stone with bumps and holes on the surface, but there seemed to be infinite mysteries inside.

He became interested in the stone, and stared at the inside of the stone for a closer look, only to see the lines in a corner clearly before losing consciousness.

When he woke up, Si Heng stood by the bed and told him that his mind was exhausted and told him to take it easy in the future.

Only then did Yi Zhou know that the visualization Si Heng said was really visualization, but not with the eyes, but with the heart.

In the next two years, Yi Zhou lived a life of carrying stones during the day and meditating at night to study the texture.

When he looked at the black iron clearly from the outside to the inside, Si Heng finally said that he could proceed to the next step.

The next step is grooming.

The monk poured mana into the material of the sword embryo, and day after day, the sword would become what the monk wanted.

This stage took a very long time, and Yi Zhou had used it for seven years to give the sword a rough shape, and it looked extremely clumsy.

It's just that this seemingly useless sword can already emit sharp sword energy.

Thinking of what he did in the forest before, Yi Zhou raised his head slightly, and proudly said: "I have a hunch that this sword will be ready in less than a year, Master, just wait and see!"