Raised a god

He Xuchu originally thought that Shen Jinzhi had only mastered a small amount of swordsmanship. You must know that the swordsmanship is different from "Three Forms of Swordsmanship". Although "Three Forms of Swordsmanship" is the most basic swordsmanship, if you practice hard every day, the road to immortality is so long It is not difficult to achieve Shen Jinzhi's step in time, the difference is only whether he can be as coherent as Shen Jinzhi.

Fenjianshu is a skill specially designed for swordsmanship. There are six levels in total, divided into entry, small success, great success, entry, transformation, and perfection. In fact, the first two levels of the six levels are the best to practice. It’s just that the corresponding strength will be much weaker. Xiaocheng’s divided swordsmanship is just to transform two or three swords for a single defense or attack. During this period, the sword body is absolutely immobile. It can be cultivated, and the sword cultivators who are not close to the establishment of the foundation are often directly successful to a small degree, but he never thought that Shen Jinzhi would be able to enter the master of swordsmanship as the ninth floor of the foundation establishment period.

Fen swordsmanship is great, it can be driven freely by the sword body, it can be divided into eight fencing swords, and each fencing sword can move freely.

Although Shen Jinzhi only split into three swords, his main sword had clearly moved, and the three split swords also attacked from different directions.

The most important thing is that both the basic level of swordsmanship and the minor achievements can be used on the external sword. The requirement of great success is not only to enter the foundation building period, but the great success and the three realms above can only be displayed on one's own natal sword. , so Fenjian is a skill specially designed for sword cultivators. Refining one's own natal sword is too troublesome. If it weren't for sword cultivators, they would never do such a thankless thing.

He saw it so clearly just now, what the disciple named Ji Chubai held was nothing more than an external sword, the natal sword was like a spirit like light, it would never be like this!

The reason why he lost his composure and knew it so clearly was because he was also a sword cultivator.

I have to sigh, the younger generation is terrible.

He Xuchu's green shirt moved slightly, and his expression was really subtle.

Even though he has practiced for so many years, his temperament has become so calm and gentle. Seeing the talent of this young man, he couldn't help feeling a little bit sad.

This is the talent, the body of the sword spirit, such a talent, like a talent born for the sword.

I have to say that talent is really a gift from the heavens, and it cannot be taken away by chance. People in this world are jealous, and so are immortal cultivators. As a furnace tripod, I heard that a very talented disciple from a certain family died early.

Since a genius has been bestowed by heaven, he must also bear more burdens.

Even his calm state of mind, which is usually calm, is really eye-catching and talented.

Everyone saw that He Xuchu, who had always been calm, lost his composure, so they knew something was wrong. However, the First World War ended too quickly. Here are all juniors, not even a high-level swordsman. Naturally, they can't figure it out. Wang Chong and Shen Jinzhi put their swords behind each other's necks, and Wang Chong knew he had lost, so he jumped off the platform, seeing that no one spoke, he looked at He Xuchu stupidly and said, "Senior brother, I lost. "

He Xuchu smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly. Shen Jinzhi in "Three Styles of Swordsmanship" was nothing more than surprised. This great achievement in swordsmanship really made his heart tremble.

"It's not wrong for you to lose."

Everyone was shocked, when they saw a man in white standing on the platform, shoulder to shoulder with Shen Jinzhi, Shen Jinzhi's body was still a young man, not fully grown, the man in white was half a head taller than Shen Jinzhi, so cold Dust, who else is not the number one swordsman Li Yanfeng.

"Master!"

It was only now that the disciples came to realize that Li Yanfeng had already reached the point where his breath could be restrained freely. They didn't even know when he arrived, so they hurriedly bowed and bowed down.

Not to mention the disciples under this platform, even Shen Jinzhi standing next to Li Yanfeng didn't know when Li Yanfeng came. He was immersed in the aftermath of his last battle, and felt that his last The one who made the sword is really handsome and unrestrained, presumably in time he will definitely be the next Li Yanfeng, no, let alone Li Yanfeng, then I think he Shen Jinzhi must be the blue one, that is his talent, his adventure, ah, I guess When the time comes, the girl will drink wine and be drunk and free, oh no, I have to kill Gu Yi first... As a result, Li Yanfeng's cold and handsome face appeared in his sight the next moment, strangling Shen Jinzhi's fantasy to death in the cradle Li, this scare made him really feel a little guilty, and decided to continue to practice hard and retreat.

After receiving the ceremony, Li Yanfeng looked indifferent, "Don't worry, just go and practice on your own."

Everyone obeyed their orders and descended the mountain neatly from the side path. Shen Jinzhi was still very proud, and just about to turn around, he heard Li Yanfeng say, "You stay and come with me."

Shen Jin was stunned, and followed Li Yanfeng honestly. It was probably because his hand was really surprising, but usually Gu Yi didn't teach him much, and he mostly figured it out on his own. It's not very clear, even if you know that this hand is good, you don't know which one of this hand is particularly eye-catching.

Ji Chulian turned her head to look at the elusive white robe, and saw the person over there who she had stepped on in the mud, she clenched her fingers tightly.

Li Yanfeng didn't say anything, and Shen Jinzhi didn't bother to ask. Li Yanfeng originally planned to fly directly with the sword, but thought that Shen Jinzhi probably couldn't, so he stopped halfway through the movement, changed his gesture, and a feathered crane flew down the hill.

The crane feathers are very gorgeous, very different from Li Yanfeng's plain white clothes. The crane feathers are clear and shiny, with a touch of red on the top of the head, and the bright color of the tail feathers is alluring, but it is as lonely and arrogant as Li Yanfeng.

Shen Jinzhi was quite flattered to be able to ride this crane. Either Li Yanfeng had forgotten all about what Ji Chubai had done before, or because of his talent, he no longer took it seriously, and once again couldn't help but sigh with emotion. How important is the talent and strength in cultivating immortals.

Yuhe flew very steadily, and soon reached a main peak. Shen Jinzhi frowned, feeling familiar, but couldn't remember what peak it was for a moment.

Shen Jinzhi stepped on the stone steps in front of the main peak hall and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Isn't this exactly Zixia Mountain?

This mountain and Zixia Mountain are almost made out of the same mold. Of course, the richness of the aura is naturally different, but the smog just now is very similar to that Zixia Mountain.

Then if you want to come here, it might be the first main peak of Luozizong.

Shen Jinzhi suppressed the doubts and thoughts in his heart, and followed Li Yanfeng step by step.

Shen Jinzhi Fang Fang stepped into the main hall and began to observe the situation around him. He was still a little careless at first, he has always been like this, and he is used to being romantic, but now in this hall, there is an old man with a black beard sitting on the hall, wearing a dark purple Taoist robe , seemingly simple but one can tell that they are not ordinary nobles. There are two children standing beside the old man. The rice of the children is carved with jade, which is very pleasing.His Highness stood neatly with a dozen or so young or middle-aged Taoists, followed by two or three young disciples each. Seeing Li Yanfeng standing with the dozen or so Taoists, Shen Jinzhi knew that these Taoists must be of the same status as Li Yanfeng If they are similar, then these people must be monks of the Jindan period, or even ancestors of the Nascent Soul period.

The identity of the old man in the hall is self-evident, he must be the ancestor of Luo Zizong.

Shen Jinzhi was really flattered by this moment, the Zuozuohe was just Li Yanfeng's own crane, but the current scene was obviously much more solemn.

"Yan Feng is here." The old man in purple robe and black beard smiled at Li Yanfeng. It seemed that although Li Yanfeng looked cold, he was still very popular with this ancestor.

"Yes, suzerain." Li Yanfeng saluted.

Shen Jinzhi also bowed calmly, he guessed rightly, the old man is the suzerain of Luozi Sect, now a powerful person in the late Yuanying period, with the Taoist name Ziru.

"That's all." The old man sighed leisurely, then smiled again, "I guessed that Yan Feng was only willing to bring one disciple."

Among the dozen or so Taoists, a young man who looked a bit frivolous smiled and said, "Senior Brother Yan Feng has always been proud, if you want him to bring the most talented disciples, he must be the only one."

Li Yanfeng glanced at the young man, his expression was cold, and he should not answer.

"Okay, you're the one who talks too much." Although Taoist Ziru said so, he didn't mean to blame him. Although this was originally some irrelevant jokes, Shen Jinzhi thought, dare to say it in front of such a formal occasion. If you think about it like this, you must be confident, and the relationship between this person and the suzerain must be different.

The old man suddenly took a look at Shen Jinzhi, and Shen Jinzhi felt a sense of coercion at that moment, and goosebumps all over his body stood up.

"Hehe, it turns out to be the body of the sword spirit, good."

Shen Jinzhi only felt that the old man had seen him through with that one glance. The coercion at that moment was different from what he had experienced before. It was a coercion that knew no harm but still could not help trembling. Nascent Soul Stage and Golden Core Stage are two realms again, Shen Jinzhi laughed at himself, you are the old monster of Nascent Soul Stage, if you see my sword spirit body, can you still see my soul?

The old man not only looked at Shen Jinzhi, but also glanced at the other disciples.

Shen Jinzhi looked up at the line of his disciples, and found that he was not necessarily a teenager, but his age, or appearance, remained below 20 years old.

"Water spirit root, good."

"Wind spirit root, good."

"The body that wipes out the demons, good."

"..."

Although Shen Jinzhi was prepared, he was still stunned. All of them were outstanding disciples, either with single spiritual roots or with special physiques. Hearing what the old man said, he seemed to be the most talented disciple of the younger generation of Luozizong. Well, this is the treasure in the palm of each peak master, and the future successors of Luo Zizong are all gathered here for what to do.

As soon as Shen Jinzhi asked a question, the old man spoke up.

"You are all excellent children..." The old man's eyes lowered slightly, he seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to appreciate, "Okay, get ready, go to the Broken Spirit Pagoda, and go for a while... Then Wan Rui Zong."

Broken Spirit Pagoda?Shen Jinzhi was stunned, what kind of plot was this, why didn't he have the slightest impression.