Raised a god

Shen Jinzhi suppressed the strange feeling in his heart. The branch of the withered pine was crystal clear, and there were snow mountains in the distance, half of which was windy and snowy and half of the other was sunny. He walked under the withered pine somewhat involuntarily, and sat by the sword.

The sword stood there dejectedly, Shen Jinzhi glanced around slightly, and found that his soul seemed to have solidified a lot in this place, at least he could touch something, he held up the snow in his hand, it was biting and lingering cold.

It is much more real than the land of stars and the land of nothingness.

The point is...Shen Jinzhi glanced at himself and was sure that it was his own body, obviously his soul was attached to Ji Chubai's body. Generally speaking, only Duoshe could explain it, but if it belonged to Ji Chubai How can the soul come back?

And now he is clearly his own soul, so is it not Ji Chubai's body that is bound to this sword, but his soul?

But he obviously didn't know this sword, and he didn't know where it came from.

All in all, it is puzzling.

Shen Jinzhi sighed, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Jianguang Chexue, Shen Jinzhi picked up the sword and felt a very strong reaction in his body, telling him strongly that this sword belongs to him completely, maybe it is with this sword, maybe it is with this sword. A sword... something about it.

With one hand holding the scabbard with complicated and old patterns, the other hand gently pulls out the sword body.

The first sword move came to his mind again and again, obviously no one told him, but maybe this sword told him, this first move is called Fengying.

Fengying said it was fast, but it was not the fastest.

He remembered that the previous shadow, Ji Chubo Fang, was very slow at the beginning. Shen Jinzhi closed his eyes and swung his sword slowly in his hand. The moves were not sharp, but very nimble.

Shen Jinzhi doesn't like moves that are too defensive. In the past, whatever he did, he always felt that offense was more useful than defense. It didn't hurt to injure the enemy one thousand and self-injury eight hundred. It's a pity that in the past... he didn't even have the chance to injure the enemy one thousand and self-injury eight hundred. No.

The second time was faster, and Shen Jinzhi used it again according to the memory. The speed of the second time must be better than the first time to show his agility. The sword light is often flashing by his side, and he has almost no attack power at this time.

However, at the third time, Shen Jinzhi felt that it had begun to change. When the speed became faster and faster, the sword style itself tended to be agile and defensive. Shen Jinzhi could hardly keep up with the third time. With a flick of his hand, the sword body flew away. out.

The tip of the sword slanted across his cheek, Shen Jinzhi froze for a moment, and wiped his cheek.

Sure enough, there was nothing, Shen Jinzhi didn't even touch the blood let alone a gap, but his cheek was really hurting, it was obviously painful, but nothing happened.

Shen Jinzhi frowned slightly.

When I watched it, I only felt that the speed of the third pass was not very fast, but Shen Jinzhi stopped at the place where the sword fell after several times. He even practiced the section several times alone. Obviously there was no difference when practicing alone, but When used consecutively, there is a big difference.

Shen Jinzhi didn't feel discouraged, he hadn't used this thing much before, he just thought that if it was an actual battle, if he couldn't even hold his own sword, he wouldn't know how many times he would die.

In addition, since he couldn't get out of this place anyway, Shen Jinzhi became more and more curious about this sword, and became obsessed with it.

What would happen if the sword moves were flexible in actual combat, and what would happen if the sword moves were sharp in actual combat.

There seems to be no day or night in this snow-capped mountain. When Shen Jinzhi practiced No. 30 nine times, the sword light flashed, but the sword was still out of his hand.

Shen Jinzhi pinched his right arm, which hurt a little. 39 times is not too much, at least he has memorized the sword move, making it fairly smooth, but why does he always let go at this place.

This is actually a seemingly simple action. The sword pierces from the back to the front, turns a sword flower in front of the body in the hand, and then stabs forward.

This is already a rare offensive method in this move, but it's a pity that Shen Jinzhi will let go of Jianhua anyway, let alone stab it.

Shen Jinzhi has been lazy for so many years, and it is still rare to encounter such a thing that he can concentrate on. Firstly, the snow is all over the sky, secondly, the sword is a man's feelings, lonely, a sword or something, in this snow field can not be more let He has feelings.

After starting to study, Shen Jinzhi felt that his strength was probably wrong. The sword flower should move his wrist when he danced, but he didn't know that it was the pain from being scratched by the sword before. The sword flower was very close to his body. I can't help being nervous, and my arms can't help moving.

Thinking about it carefully, the Ji Chubai in the memory is indeed extremely flexible in the wrist, not to mention the third time, the fourth time after that, and the fifth time when he can't see clearly, his arm seems to be as stable as Mount Tai.

Shen Jinzhi decided to overcome his mentality of moving his arms and flinching slightly from looking at Jian Guang.

But it is not so easy to overcome. Firstly, it is unskilled. If it is not so easy to practice a thousand or eight hundred times, it is difficult to overcome the habit of the body with the consciousness on the arm. The body will always be stronger than the consciousness. Do it first.

It was much easier to be afraid of the sword light, so Shen Jinzhi took the sword cruelly and slashed lightly twice on his hand.

Wuxuewuhen was very painful, Shen Jinzhi had a flash of inspiration, realizing that this sword might not only hurt the body, but also the soul.

In this way, it is a bit daunting.

This time I stayed in this illusion for too long. Firstly, Shen Jinzhi had no way to enter here automatically. Every time he came in, this sword summoned him. When I told him how to get out, he always came in for no reason, and went out again for no reason.

In short, Shen Jinzhi didn't know how many times he had practiced. Although he felt that he had condensed a lot before, he was still light, but after this practice, he suddenly felt that he seemed... a little heavier and tired, if the soul can also be tired.

Practice makes perfect. After Shen Jinzhi finally became able to move his wrists freely, even the second point improved a lot. The first time he used this move, Shen Jinzhi stretched out his two hands and squeezed them vigorously, then let them go. Feeling more and more real.

Shen Jinzhi's comprehension is good, and the talent of the sword spirit body naturally adds points. Unfortunately, in this place, Shen Jinzhi was thrown out of Ji Chubai's body before he had time to feel the aura in his body. There was also a faint feeling of overflowing sword energy in the moves.

It has to be said that the feeling of mastering this move is really very comfortable, as if there is a layer of icy cold air in the body swimming along with the movements of the body, swimming around in circles.

After the last time, a burst of flying snow was blown, and it was confused by the withered pine, and the withered pine was stunned for a long time, starting from the middle, and slowly breaking apart.

Shen Jinzhi's eyes lit up, and the cold air in his body rushed out with the last stab of the sword tip at the end of the day, and the cold air passed through the sword and transformed into invisible sword air, easily cutting off the withered sword in the distance. loose.

Shen Jinzhi let out a long sigh, as if exhaling a foul breath.

Just as he was about to take a good look at the sword, his eyes became dizzy again.

When I woke up again, it was the first day of the day, and there was a knock on the door outside. Shen Jinzhi’s consciousness was still a little unclear. The knock on the door outside was obviously rude and impatient. own body.

That's right, this is already in Ji Chubai's body.

His eyes were slightly dazed, and he came back now, then would he suddenly change back again, where did Ji Chubai's soul go?

Seeing that he didn't open the door right away, the knocking outside stopped for a while, and then came a somewhat impatient male voice.

"Junior Brother Ji, if you don't get up again, Bigu Pill will be gone."

Shen Jinzhi thought about it, and remembered that this voice seemed to be the outer disciple who was the most attentive to Ji Chubai at the beginning, and then his face became the fastest, called Ma Lin, Wulinggen, who is almost 30 years old now, but It's just the sixth level of Qi training.

Shen Jinzhi sighed, don't say he doesn't eat fireworks before reaching the foundation, even if Bigu Dan supports him, he will inevitably miss the good wine and food in the world, but it would be bad if Bigu Dan is gone.

Shen Jinzhi put on a coat and went out. Marin glanced at him, holding a small bottle in his hand, about three pills in ten days.

Ma Lin's brows were faintly gloomy, and seeing Ji Chubai's slow movements added fuel to the flames, he couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Junior Brother, don't forget Xiaobi who has passed two days, the body of the sword spirit will let you We've known each other for a long time."

Although Ji Chubai will not be an outer disciple, he has not been formally arranged, so although it is not appropriate for Marin to call him a junior, he can't find a mistake.

In fact, Marin usually wouldn’t sarcastically sarcastically, after all, he was just an outer disciple with five spiritual roots, no matter how poor Ji Chubai’s aptitude with dual spiritual roots and sword spirit body, he would be able to crush him to death. But Ji Chubai offended a brother who was already at the seventh level of Qi training, and he had offended many people in order to stand on Ji Chubai's side, and he was ridiculed by others this morning.

However, if the original Ji Chubai understood some meaning, he might comfort himself that it was the praise from the outer disciples.

Shen Jinzhi raised his eyebrows, took the vial and smiled.

"Of course, Senior Brother Ma needs to be more careful."

Marin was taken aback, "Junior Brother Ji, what does this mean?"

Shen Jinzhi can naturally see many things when he is in the body of the soul. Every time the small contest will win the No. 1 disciple of the inner and outer disciples of Qiling Peak, divided into two stages: the Qi training period and the foundation building period, and the top three in the Qi training period There are some small rewards, or spirit grass or other things, but the foundation building period is gone, and those little spirit grasses are really of little use when it comes to foundation building, and they are mainly used for comparison.

There is a large base of outer disciples, there is no foundation building period, and there are only three places. The competition is too fierce, but they also have ways to make money.

That is gambling, there are always a few outstanding disciples among the inner disciples and outer disciples, for example, the Gu Minghuai who invited Ji Chubai, the seventh level of Qi training is not the best, but he has a good family background, The magical weapon on his body is quite powerful, and another one is Ouyang Hong, who has reached the tenth level of Qi training among the inner disciples. Although he has three spiritual roots, he has mutated into ice spiritual roots, and his skills are really powerful.

Marin gambled the most. He invested all of the hundred or so spirit stones he had accumulated over the years into Gu Minghuai. Although it may not seem like much, it is definitely a huge sum of money among the outer disciples.

However, Shen Jinzhi overheard someone saying that Ouyang Hong was seriously injured when he was on a mission.

Shen Jinzhi lowered his eyes, smiled and shook his head.

He had some plans in mind.

First of all, he needs some money, oh, or rather, Lingshi.

……

His hair was loose and hanging behind his back, not too long, not even below his waist, which was quite different from the previous one.

He Changyun in front of him had hollow pupils and a dazed expression.

"Take me to see...that elder of yours."