I run a cram school in the realm of self-cultivation

Seeing Fang He was silent, Wu Xing gave him a clear look, with a smile on his lips.

Perhaps, this Fang Tianjiao's swordsmanship talent is not as good as others imagined.And there is another reason for being able to attract so many sword shadows.

Wu Xingxing tilted his head, his eyes turned around Fang He, and finally said: "Why, Fang Tianjiao dare not?"

He snorted softly, his eyes clearly suspicious.At this moment, a voice suddenly interjected, with obvious disdain, he said:

"Why does Fang Tianjiao compare with you?"

Wu Xingxing turned his head and saw Yu Juncheng walking towards them.The ring of the key was turning gently at his fingertips, and he walked towards them step by step.

Wu Xingxing's cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes seemed to be filled with water, and slightly widened in surprise, his eyes fell on Yu Juncheng, and he said very affectionately:

"Senior brother Yu, are you here? Why, I can't compete with Fang Tianjiao yet. Could it be that Fang Tianjiao is afraid?"

His voice is slightly upturned, with a little naughty.If someone had said this to Yu Juncheng before, he would have been so excited, maybe he would have agreed.

But now Yu Juncheng figured it out.

He raised his eyes, his eyes fell on Wu Xingfu funny, and he said to him: "Why are you competing with Fang Tianjiao?"

The people around looked puzzled, even Wu Xingfu couldn't help showing a bit of aggrieved look on his face, he raised his head, turned to Yu Juncheng, and asked, "Senior brother Yu, I don't know why you want to help Fang Tianjiao. But now, standing on the land of the Sword Art Association, I still want to ask you!"

"Do you think I'm not qualified to challenge Fang Tianjiao?" Wu Xingxing raised his chin slightly, and the sensuality in his eyes receded, showing a bit of arrogance and strength of character.

He said, "Don't I have the qualifications?"

Everyone was silent.In the Sword Art Association, who told Wu Xingxing that he didn't have the qualifications?

Yu Juncheng paused, and finally said in a low voice: "Do you have a spirit crystal?"

"Ah?" Wu Xingxing was stunned for a moment, and the whole person froze there, finally shook his head and said, "But what does this have to do with my competition with Fang Tianjiao?"

Yu Juncheng replied very naturally: "Naturally it has something to do with it. If we Fang Tianjiao stays in the sword tower for an hour, hundreds of millions of high-grade spirit crystals will be credited."

"He has a competition with you, how many spiritual crystals can he have?"

Wu Xingfu's face flushed suddenly, his eyes fell on Fang He, with an unconcealable disappointment, he said: "Fang Tianjiao also thinks the same way, if the journey of cultivating immortals is tainted with a bit of vulgarity, it's a shame It’s kind of disappointing.”

His disappointment was clearly shown on his face.

Fang He glanced at him, stepped forward slightly, and met Wu Xingfu's expression: "Do you want to compare with me?"

Wu Xingxing hummed softly, bit his lower lip hard with his teeth, his lips were a little bright red, his eyes were a little resentful, and he said to Fang He:

"That's right, but I didn't expect that you are such a person. The sword is not worthy of your hand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Fang He's voice resounding in his ear: "I agree."

what!

Wu Xingxing raised his head in surprise, his eyes fell on Fang He with a bit of disbelief, then as if afraid of Fang He's repentance, he said repeatedly:

"Okay, okay. Then let's compete today."

Yu Juncheng behind Fang He gave an impatient "Tsk", he didn't care, and said in front of everyone: "Why waste time competing with others, with me here, no one dares to question you easily."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Wu Xingxing impatiently.He didn't like the person in front of him. In his eyes, Yan Duo might be regarded as a genius, but Wu was lucky, he didn't pay, and he just relied on the grace of heaven. He really didn't like such an arrogance.

In addition, he now feels that perhaps Wu Xingfu, who looks bully, is not as innocent as he appears.

Hearing Yu Juncheng's words, Fang He smiled.He lightly pressed Yu Juncheng's shoulder, and said softly but seriously:

"Waste of time? How can this be considered a waste of time?"

His eyes fell on Wu Xingfu's body and said: "To deal with such a person, I only need a breath of time." No matter how lucky you get, in the face of real strength, it is like a bubble, which can burst immediately.

In his eyes, Wu Xingxing's physical fitness is much worse than those around him, and his body is full of weaknesses.Rather than saying that he is a genius, it is easier to sum it up with the word waste material.

He really couldn't understand how Wu Xingfu became the pride of heaven.

One breath time!

Fang He spoke casually, but the onlookers suddenly cheered up.They never thought that Fang He would say that.

They have seen Wu Tianjiao's sword many times, it is extremely like water, and the flow of water is ever-changing, which is often unpredictable, so they sink into it.

Wu Tianjiao's eyes turned red when he heard Fang He's words. He pointed at Fang He and said, "Fang Tianjiao is too arrogant!"

-

In recent days, the well-known Fang Zhenhe is going to compete with Wu Xingxing in swordsmanship!

In an instant, many members of the major associations put down their work and walked towards the center of the major associations.

There was a crossroads, wide and wide, and a stone platform was built on it.The stone platform is wide and heavy, with traces of various battles all over it, each with an extremely distant and ancient atmosphere.

At this moment, on top of the stone platform, there are two people standing.

One left and one right are Fang He and Wu Xingxing.

This is the first time people have seen "Fang Zhen Crane".He was different from what they imagined, he seemed very casual.With the corners of his mouth lightly raised at this moment, he looks like a half-grown youth, with a bit of bright and youthful spirit.

Among the crowd, Xu Zan silently opened his eyes wide, and he stopped the exclamation in his throat.If he didn't admit his mistake, what kind of Fang Zhenhe was standing on the stage now? It was clearly Fang He from the Formation Association!

Thinking of the various rumors circulating in recent days, he couldn't help but gasped.No wonder, when he and Fang He met for the first time in the small city that day, the president of the swordsmanship branch there would be wooing Fang He, feeling that his talent in kendo was better than he imagined.

He licked his lips, buried this guess in his heart, and decided when he would take the time to visit the Haircutting Association.

On the stage, the corners of Wu Xingfu's eyes were slightly bent, and his eyes fell on Fang He, with a bit of shyness, he said to Fang He: "For the blessing of Fang Tianjiao, this is the first time I have stood in this battle." On stage, I feel a little nervous.”

Fang He chuckled lightly, but did not answer.He slowly pulled out a sword from the storage ring, and flicked a sword flower casually.

Wu Xingfu's eyes fell on the sword, and he took out a sword from behind his back.Compared with Fang He's sword, his sword is extremely dazzling, showing extraordinary in every detail.

The blue spirit crystal is inlaid on the hilt of the sword, and the body of the sword is light blue, stirring with the aura in the air, rippling out ripples, which looks very spiritual.

"This is it!" Someone from the Sword Art Association in the crowd suddenly realized something and screamed, "This is a fake spiritual weapon."

Pseudo-spirit!

They never thought that there would be a fake spirit weapon in Wu Xingfu's hands.Because this is extremely difficult to see in the first heaven.It is said that the president of each association holds one or two fake spiritual weapons, and they will only have a chance to see them when they are living or dying.

But now, Wu Xingxing actually has a fake spirit weapon in his hand, which makes many people's eyes fall on Wu Xingxing's body, with a somewhat complicated look on his face.

Wu Xingfu licked his lips shyly, and his eyes fell on Fang He, but with a bit of unknown pride.He said: "This is an unexpected harvest when I went to the Eight Thousand Li Changhe. The source of this sword has been reported to President Yan. President Yan said that if anyone touches me, she will kill him! "

This sentence made many people lose their minds.No one in the world knows that Yan Jiaojiao, the only female president, has a lot of fighting power.If someone really moved Wu Xingxing, I'm afraid it would really be like what the other party said!

Butcher!

For a moment, people looked at Fang He with sympathy.

One has just started making a statement, and the other has been famous for a long time.

One sword is very ordinary, like ordinary iron made at will, and the other is a fake spiritual weapon brought out from the eight thousand li long river!

Can this be compared?

In their eyes, Fang He would definitely lose.

Wu Xingxing saw everyone's reactions in his eyes.The smile on his lips never faded, he raised his eyes slightly, looked at Fang He and said:

"Of course, Fang Tianjiao. President Yan's words certainly didn't include you. After all, I also want to know how Fang Tianjiao solved me in one breath."

Everyone was shocked.Many of the onlookers on the edge of the fighting platform came here after hearing about the match between the two.Therefore, I never knew that "Fang Zhenhe" had ever let go of such a bold statement!

Is this "Fang Zhenhe" crazy!

Fang He's eyes were deep. He raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "Actually, I'm looking forward to it."

The fight is on the verge of breaking out.

Wu Xingfu moved first.His bones were very soft, and in an instant, his body disappeared into the air in a strange posture.The moment he disappeared, a long river appeared from the sky with a tumbling roar, and the yellow sand in the sky was slightly deposited on it, as if being swelled by waves, each of them was dancing in the air extremely violently.

The water in the air is accumulating at this moment, turning into a long river with no end in sight.

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief, especially the Sword Art Association.They had heard before that Wu Xingxing got a blessing in disguise in the Eight Hundred Li Changhe, and his understanding of swords increased a little.

Is it right in front of you?

This sword power is almost perfect, and it can easily drown people!People are generally in awe of natural disasters.

The water flowing all over the sky drowns people's vision. Just looking from the side, you can feel the water flowing into the nasal cavity, eyes and ears, as if you are about to suffocate.

This sword power has gradually increased from the artistic conception of one point of sword power to three points, and its power has more than doubled than before!

There are many monks who are not strong in mind. At this moment, when they take a rough look, their complexions become extremely ferocious.Their faces were pale, their eyes were flustered, and they had obviously fallen into it.If there is no one to stop them, I am afraid that they will die here soon.

This is still the stage of momentum!

If it is true, it will become a reality!

I don't know what kind of monstrous power it is!

Yu Juncheng's complexion also became serious.He also has sword power, so he naturally knows how terrifying the sword power in front of him is!

A few months ago, Wu Xingxing's sword was very flat, and there was nothing outstanding at all.But after a few months, he changed drastically.

He couldn't help but sweat for Fang He.

You know, Fang He is still just sword qi so far.

Even if it's only top-level, it's completely vulnerable compared to this changing sword power!

Fang He's face remained unchanged.He raised his sword lightly, and before the tip of his sword touched the long sweat, it automatically shattered into pieces.

Wu Xingxing raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.Obviously, everything that happened in front of him was within his expectation.

A breath of time?

What a joke.

However, the next second, his smile froze on his face.Fang He did not have a sword in his hand, but he seemed to be holding something in his hand.

Under his guidance, the chaotic aura around him slowly formed an invisible sword in his hand.

Under Wu Xingxing's gaze, he gently raised his sword.

A sword aura appeared, the sword aura was sharp and compelling, and one could feel the extreme coldness just by getting close.Wu Xingfu only felt a crisis in his heart.

But how is this possible!

This is just a sword energy!

Sword energy, sword momentum.Even if the sword energy in Fang He's hand is top-level sword energy, under his "top-level" sword power, he still has to bow his head and bow his head.

This is the crushing of the great realm.

Wu Xingxing suppressed the panic in his heart, he forced himself to calm down, and looked straight ahead.

He saw the cold air circling around the tip of the sword, and finally lingering faintly in the long river.

The long river had surged to the top of Fang He's head at this moment, but when Fang He raised his sword lightly, the flowing river turned into pieces of solid ice.

The ice is covered with sand, but as far as the eye can see, it is white all over the sky.Because of this extreme coldness, snow fell from the sky and fell on people's shoulders.

This is……

"Extreme Sword Qi!"

"But it seems to be much purer than Yu Tianjiao's ultimate sword energy?" one of the members of the Sword Art Association muttered.

In fact, not only him, everyone has such a feeling in their hearts.They raised their heads slightly, looked at the snowflakes slowly falling in the sky, and reached out to catch a few pieces.

The snowflakes were cold and beautiful, melting in the palms of everyone, and filled with a bit of moisture.

Everyone is amazed at this extreme beauty.At this moment they had to admit that Fang He's talent was enough to be called the celestial arrogance based on this extreme sword energy alone.

But at this moment, Wu Xingxing on stage couldn't enjoy this kind of beauty at all.Snowflakes fell on him, icy cold.The invisible point of the sword went straight forward, the speed was so fast that he had no time to resist it, and it touched his forehead in a split second.

Going forward, his life will be explained here.

The smile on Wu Xingxing's face stayed on his face like this, he raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on Fang He's face.

Fang He was still smiling, with a smile between his brows and eyes.He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes fell on Wu Xingfu's right hand.His right hand was holding the sword tightly at the moment, with blue veins on it, as if he was trying to suppress some emotions. The light blue sword body was shining brightly in this snow-covered world.

"This pseudo-spiritual weapon seems useless in your hands."

There was a touch of sarcasm in these words, and there was a bit of disdain in the slightly lowered eyes.The sword he held in his hand, which was made of spiritual energy, turned into the best taunt at this moment!

Isn't it just a fake spirit weapon!What is it to show off your wealth in front of him?

When he finds Tao Lele, he must ask the other party to help him customize a sword that belongs to him.

"One breath, do what you say. It seems that this so-called luck is just a joke in the face of absolute strength." Fang He admired the expression on Wu Xingfu's face for a while, and said slowly, "What's more, my love for you Luck is still in doubt."

"You are so lucky, is it really the love of heaven?"

When he said this, Wu Xingxing raised his head suddenly, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but his pupils contracted slightly.He said to Fang He:

"Fang Tianjiao, what do you mean by that?"

"It's not interesting, it's just a random guess." Fang He smiled, his face looked extremely innocent, he lifted his eyelids, and said to Wu Xingxing with interest, "I can guess again, maybe Every chance you have is accompanied by the death of your companion, right?"

Fang He watched Wu Xingfu's smile froze on his face, and at the same time, he could clearly hear people's discussions in the audience.

"It seems to be true?"

"Every time I go out with Wu Xingxing, there will always be a large-scale disaster. For example, this time..."

This time Wu was lucky enough to go to the Eight Hundred Li Changhe, and by coincidence, something happened.

"Also, the previous few times!" Someone gradually recalled, sharing his news among the crowd.

"Then Wu Xingfu is not lucky at all, but unlucky! He really deserves his name, no luck!"

Fang He is very satisfied with the current effect.Wu Xingfu dug a hole for him in the formation association before, so now he will dig a hole for him in front of everyone.

But every proud son of heaven has a lot of bones lying under his body, and it can be deduced from this that Wu Xingfu's luck is also based on the many corpses.

Fang He put away the sword, carried it behind his back, and walked down step by step.

When he left the stone platform, the snowflakes on the sky disappeared in an instant.The long frozen river thawed in an instant, and the sand and rocks rolled in it, with waves and turbulence.

But at this moment, no one in the audience paid attention to Wu Xingxing on the stage.Their eyes were completely focused on Fang He.

The expression on Fang He's face was indifferent, as if he didn't care about the record of "defeating Wu Tianjiao of the Sword Art Association in one breath".

But he doesn't care, others have to care.

After all, from now on, even if "Fang Zhenhe" does not join the Sword Art Association, the Sword Art Association will still recognize the talent of "Fang Zhenhe"!

In an instant, they redefine the meaning of Tianjiao.

The real Tianjiao should be like Fang He, wandering among the associations with ease.

After Fang He stepped down from the stage, he walked to Yu Juncheng's side. He slightly raised his chin, walked to Yu Juncheng's side, and said, "Let's go."

Everyone watched Fang He and Yu Juncheng leave.

On the second floor of the shop affiliated to the Array Association, He Wei was sitting by the bed. He watched the scene in front of him quietly, and finally his eyes left Fang He and fell on the distraught Wu Xingxing on the stage.Following his gaze at this moment, one could easily see the resentment in Wu Xingfu's eyes.

He gently raised his hand and poured himself a glass of wine from the jar.The wine was flowing, the rich aroma of the wine floated up and down in this closed box, and the faint spiritual power swirled in it.

He raised his head slightly, the stimulating smell of wine danced in his taste buds.His cheeks turned a little red due to the lack of alcohol:

"It seems that this kind of luck doesn't come every time. Especially that person has an ugly mind. If he is really lucky, he might be blinded by the Dao of Heaven."

He snorted softly, waved his hand slightly, and the doors and windows closed automatically, without revealing his figure.

"This loser, looking at him, also dirty my eyes."

-

Since Wu Xingfu's failure on the battle stage that day, he is still the same, and everyone is still smiling when he sees them.

But Wu Xingfu could clearly feel that everyone's attitude towards him was slightly different.Whenever their eyes met his, there was always a complicated look on their faces.

After going back that day, someone really went back to check Wu Xingfu's record.Every important turning point in Wu Xing is accompanied by the death of one or some people.

Blood forms rivers, forming rivers and seas.

Even though Wu Xingxing is still called lucky now, everyone has been able to clearly realize the bad luck he carries.

They don't want to follow Wu Xingfu and die.

Every time Wu Xingfu appeared in the Sword Art Association, the atmosphere in the Sword Art Association became inexplicably deadlocked and awkward.

Wu Xingxing took the key and went to the perception room. The moment he closed the door, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and the originally kind brows were full of gloom.With a deep voice, he said viciously:

"Fang Zhenhe!"

Fang He didn't know what happened to Wu Xingfu at all. He was immersed in the cultivation of sword qi at the moment physically and mentally.

There was a clear breakthrough in his sword energy.

The faster and faster it is, it is like opening up the dawn and dusk, with an indomitable momentum.Finally one day, when he swung his sword in the memory spirit crystal, and the perception room was filled with chills, he knew that his ultimate sword energy had reached its peak.

Fang He glanced down at the ring on his hand, took the crystal card in his hand and flipped through it repeatedly, finally made up his mind, and raised his hand to touch the memory crystal that recorded Xie Lingtai's battle image.

Because it would be expensive to touch this memory crystal, he tried not to touch it in the past few days. Instead, he found a few memory crystals next to him and began to sharpen his sword.

At this moment, his sword has been sharpened almost!

His eyes lit up, and the ice-white snow mountain appeared in front of Fang He again.It's just that the familiar figure no longer appeared on the snow mountain.

Fang He didn't care, he bowed his head to Xie Lingtai and said:

"I think it's almost there."

Xie Lingtai's spiritual consciousness flashed past Fang He's body.He could clearly feel that the sword energy in Fang He's body was much stronger, and he was even suppressed to the extreme.

This sword qi was the purest sword qi he had ever seen besides him.

Xie Lingtai never thought that Fang He really followed his words to the end.After all, no one can resist the temptation of increased strength.

After all, after several days of no contact, he thought Fang He had given up.

Seeing that Fang He took what he said to heart, for some reason, Xie Lingtai's mood improved a lot. He responded softly, and the cold voice rang in Fang He's ear, and he said:

"It's really reached the extreme."

Fang He raised his face, and couldn't help but look forward to it.

just like……

It's like waiting for his compliment.

Seeing Fang He's expression at this moment, Xie Lingtai's heart softened a little.He could even imagine that Fang He would practice hard day and night so that he could see such obvious progress next time he came in.He coughed lightly, and said:

"You are wonderful, the most wonderful person I have ever met!"

Xie Lingtai praised Fang He without hesitation.Seeing that the smile on the corner of Fang He's mouth was getting higher and higher, he said: "The next step is to condense the sword energy into a sword posture."

Fang He hummed, and his tone was filled with joy.He turned to Xie Lingtai and asked, "Then what should I do?"

"Look inside the dantian, and flow the wandering sword energy forward, as fast as you can." Xie Lingtai said succinctly.

Fang He nodded, sat down cross-legged, and followed Professor Xie Lingtai's method to look inside his dantian.Sure enough, he saw streaks of sharp sword energy moving through his meridians.

There is white ice on the top of the sword energy.But this layer of ice is not as powerful as outside the body, with strong attack power. Instead, it is attached to the meridians and keeps the cold out.

He didn't think about it anymore, discarded distracting thoughts, and circulated the sword energy clockwise, running at the fastest speed.

Fang He's sword energy was running extremely hard, even because it was the first time he had done such a thing.The sharp cold air would sometimes erode the meridians in his body, making him shiver from the cold.But he didn't complain, he suppressed the exclamation that was about to come out, and suppressed the muffled groan.

He gritted his teeth and circulated the sword energy faster and faster, even so fast that no trace could be seen.The sword energy slowly collided together, and under Fang He's gaze, it slowly condensed into water droplets.

The water dripped down between the meridians, and at this moment, the coldness in the sword qi completely burst out.Fang He only felt endless coldness invade his body, his face turned pale instantly, his hands were so numb that he lost consciousness.

He didn't even know what he was doing, there was only one consciousness in his mind——

That is, to recondense these liquids into shapes.

Xie Lingtai could clearly feel that Fang He's breath of life was slowly weakening.But he still didn't panic, the transformation of sword energy into sword momentum was originally a test of life and death for a swordsman.

He believed that Fang He would definitely succeed.

Can be a fart.

When Fang He's consciousness was about to fall silent, the leaves around his waist emitted a faint green light.

A tall and slender figure appeared above the snow.He was wearing a white robe, and his long ink-like hair was gently tied up with a hairpin.He turned his head slightly, looked at Fang He's shivering body in the snow, and sighed.

Xie Lingtai stepped forward lightly, with spiritual power circulating in his body, he took a step forward and enveloped Fang He in his arms.

His hugging posture is very strange, not like hugging someone, but like hugging a seven or eight-year-old child, a little at a loss.

Fang He only felt that he was lying on the ice at the moment.He has cultivated the ultimate sword qi for a long time, and has never been invaded by the cold.At this moment, he only felt that his limbs were stiff...

And at this moment, a body leaned against his back, and the hot body was pressed against Fang He.Fang He could clearly feel the firmness and strength of that body while his consciousness was dispersing.

Fang He turned his head slightly, and was about to open his eyes with difficulty to see who it was, when he was covered by a palm.A shallow breathing sound rang in his ears, and slowly brushed past his ears.

Xie Lingtai's magnetic voice instantly rang in Fang He's ears:

"Don't look at me." When he said this, Xie Lingtai smiled slightly. Obviously, Fang He's subconscious reaction made him feel a little joy.

He said to Fang He: "Concentrate on those water droplets..." He paused, as if trying to figure out the language, and finally said helplessly,

"Like looking at those high-grade spirit crystals, pick them up and combine them into one piece."

I don't know if it was the words Xie Lingtai's top-grade spirit crystal that stimulated Fang He.Fang He's originally sluggish spiritual power instantly became agitated, enveloping the liquid one by one, making it airtight.

Xie Lingtai obviously noticed that the spiritual power in Fang He's body had become more flexible.He said helplessly: "Go on, come on, well done."

When he finished speaking these words, he found that the spiritual power in Fang He's body was turning faster and faster. He was like a child who was encouraged, trying his best to prove to Xie Lingtai that he was the best!

Xie Lingtai smiled.His chest rose and fell, shaking.

"Good boy!"

Fang He:? ? ?

His consciousness is a little clear now, but he doesn't care about that much at the moment, he uses all his spiritual power to push the water droplets flowing in the meridians, and gather them all together.

The drops of water slowly merged, engulfed each other, and then turned into a pool.The pool was slightly rippling, as if feeling the cold outside, they cheered excitedly and hugged each other.

In an instant, the ice and snow floating in the air froze together, and even the falling snowballs condensed into frost.Everything around seems to be at a standstill in time and space.

But in fact it is not.

This is just the slow formation of Fang He's sword momentum.

Even though it was not fully formed, Xie Lingtai could still feel the turbulent fluctuations in Fang He's body.This sword move is definitely a top sword move!

Finally, he lived up to Fang He's expectations.

At the same time, outside the Sword Art Association, all the people staying in the perception room felt a chill creeping up.

When they opened their eyes from the meditation, they saw frost flowing on the perception room next to them.Even the ground under their feet was covered with three or four layers of snow.

Here's what happened!

Everyone came back to their senses, opened the door of the perception room, and walked outside.At this moment, the outside of the Sword Art Association is not much better, the walls and ceiling are covered with a thick piece of ice.

Bing could clearly see the surprised faces of each of them.

"This is what happened!" Someone said in surprise.While talking, he couldn't help lowering his head and rubbing his arms.

It's so cold!

They have never experienced such weird weather in one day.In fact, there was more than one person in the same situation as him, and almost all the people who came out of the perception room had the same posture as him.

"What happened, why is it so cold?"

"This fluctuation, as if a swordsman is condensing his sword power?" The experienced person couldn't help but answer.

"Sword Power? Who is it!" People began to discuss in low voices.

"I think it's Yan Duo. When I saw him entering the Sword Art Association, I hurriedly took the key and walked to the perception room. I guess he was about to break through."

"Yan Duo is obviously about to break through in his cultivation! Looking at his uncontrollable aura, you can tell that he has gained a lot from going to the four great secret realms this time. His cultivation is probably about to break through from the fifth floor of the Nascent Soul to the sixth floor. !"

"Didn't he break through not long ago?"

"Tianjiao, how can you use common sense to judge. I think...it may be Wu Xingfu."

As soon as the name came out, everyone in the Sword Art Association fell silent.They looked at each other with disbelief flashing in their eyes.

One of them said, "Impossible. After all, wasn't he just defeated by Fang Zhenhe? The sword power was frustrated, how could he break through again!"

"How is it impossible?" The person who just nominated Wu Xingxing replied, "Wu Xingxing, Wu Xingxing, it's just that the people around him are unlucky, and it's not that he is unlucky. Judging from Wu Xingxing's life trend, at this moment the real Could it be that Fang Zhenhe made him frustrated, and since then it has been a blessing in disguise, making his three-point sword posture more refined. Perhaps it was this encounter that made Wu Tianjiao change from the connotation of water to the coldness of ice?"

The person who said this was full of disgust and irony when he mentioned the word "Tianjiao".

Everyone was silent.

Even they, who hated Wu Xingxing to the extreme and were also afraid to the extreme, had to admit at this moment that what the other party said was the truth.

There are various possibilities along the way of cultivation.

only……

"Haven't you ever thought that Fang Zhenhe might be concentrating his sword power?" When this possibility was raised, it was immediately denied by everyone.

A senior swordsman laughed loudly, and said to the person who just spoke:

"This chill, icy cold, is clearly a sign of the great power of the three-point sword. If I remember correctly, Fang Zhenhe could only master the sword energy a few days ago. Let me ask, how did he get from the sword energy directly? What about those who have reached the three-point sword position?"

"Therefore, other people can cause this kind of power. But Fang Zhenhe is different. Although he is the pride of heaven and has defeated Wu Xingxing, he is still a little bit behind in the way of swordsmanship."

Countless people nodded in agreement.They thought so too.

However, at this moment, there was only a "knock", the door of the originally closed perception room opened, and a figure came back from the snow. The moment the figure appeared, the world became even colder.

Their eyes widened in surprise, especially the senior swordsman who had spoken just now, with an incredulous look on his face.

At this moment, what stood in front of them was what they thought was impossible——

Fang Zhenhe!