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

Li Wansheng and Fang He, a disciple of Jue Dao Sect, just laughed off what they said.

They had incomparable confidence in their sect, which made Li Wansheng stretch out his hand and pat Fang He on the shoulder.

Fang He raised his head slightly in a daze, and saw Li Wansheng smiled at him and said, "If everything you said is true, and the so-called comprehension cram school is really next to my sect, then when the time comes It's not impossible for me to go in and see."

"The word chance, maybe it really is such a coincidence?" Li Wansheng's thick and powerful hands patted Fang He's shoulders, which made Fang He feel his innate confidence and arrogance.Fang He raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Li Wansheng, only to hear him turn around aggressively and say:

"It's just that I have to advise you, little guy, don't take those prophecies and chances seriously anytime and anywhere. For me, the real destiny is only in my own hands. I look forward to seeing you again at that time!"

Li Wansheng laughed loudly, his knife flashed across the air, and then walked away aggressively.Behind Li Wansheng, other disciples of Jue Dao Sect followed closely, their eyes fell on Li Wansheng's back, unconsciously with admiration and longing.

Li Wansheng's attitude made Fang He raise his eyebrows in surprise.He didn't expect that Li Wansheng, who was envied by the outside world, would be the first person who didn't believe in chance or fate.

Such a disciple is really right!

Shi Shuo at the side slowly opened his eyes, and the golden light slowly merged into his body.Perhaps it was because of Li Wansheng, no matter how bright Shi Shuo's light was, no one approached this place.

"That person just now, his talent in the Dao of the Sword is no worse than mine." Shi Shuo's expression was full of complexity.Even a swordsman of Li Wansheng's level can only be regarded as inferior in the third heaven.

Then, on top of Li Wansheng, how excellent are those cultivators who are mid-level and high-level Tianjiao!

Fang He stood aside and nodded. He completely agreed with Shi Shuo's words.He glanced slightly, his eyes fell on Shi Shuo's body, then he clapped his hands and walked forward: "Let's go."

Shi Shuo stood up from the ground.After bathing in the golden light, he felt extremely relaxed all over his body, and the surging sword force was beating in his body. He raised his head slightly, looked towards Fang He, and asked:

"What are we going to do next?"

It was Fang He's firm voice that answered him: "Let's try the sword and see how powerful the sword is in the hand of this lowly Tianjiao of the third heaven!"

"After all, those Tianjiao disciples who live by swords, no matter what, can't be weaker than my Imperial Brush Sect!"

Shi Shuo followed Fang He and walked quickly for a few miles.Suddenly, Fang He's eyes lit up, his face revealed a slightly excited expression, he raised his chin, and said to Shi Shuo:

"What do you think of that person?"

Shi Shuo looked forward and saw a monk standing in the middle of the pool of blood holding a sword.Around him, dozens of corpses were lying on the ground, their blood pooled together, and the pungent blood filled the air with an astonishing murderous intent.

No matter who it is, when they see the scene in front of them, they will involuntarily choose to take a detour.

With one-to-many, this is the most difficult point for swordsmen.

A bit of excitement suddenly appeared in Shi Shuo's eyes.He is also a swordsman, so he can naturally feel the sword force in the opponent's body, which is high-spirited and surging.With a smile on his face, he took a slight step forward, and the swordsman standing in the pool of blood looked in his direction as if he had sensed something.

Shi Shuo looked at him slightly until the other person's eyes fell on Fang He, looking at the pen in his hand, his expression relaxed and he said slowly:

"It turned out to be a disciple of the Imperial Brush Sect."

Obviously, the Imperial Brush Sect has a very good relationship with this swordsman's sect, so when he saw Shi Shuo and Fang He, his expression was a little relaxed, and he said to Fang He:

"The two Taoist friends of the Royal Brush Sect just came from the southwest, so I wonder if you saw the person mentioned on the golden pillar just now?"

Shi Shuo was about to speak when Fang He stopped him.Fang He took a step forward, his eyes flashed.His eyes fell on the swordsman, his nose fluttered, and he let out a cold snort, and said to the swordsman:

"What if you see it, so what if you don't see it?"

Fang He's voice was slightly elongated, and his eyes fell lightly on the corpse at the swordsman's feet, with a bit of disdain flashing in his expression:

"This is the strength of the noble sect? You can participate in this election assessment with a mere couple of dozens? Then is it because we are too strong, or the noble sect is too weak."

As Fang He said this, he took a slight step forward.The white soft bottom stepped on the ground, rubbing a little blood red.He raised his eyebrows and eyes, and at this moment he gently and slowly set his eyes on the swordsman, looked at his pupils stained with anger, and continued to speak:

"Fellow?"

Fang He sneered, and he said, "I don't think you have the qualifications to be called Daoyou. After all, the monks of our Royal Brush School who minor in kendo casually are stronger than this real swordsman." many?"

"Otherwise, try it, see if your sword can defeat my brother's sword, and let him take out pen and ink to deal with you."

Being provoked by Fang He so fiercely, the swordsman standing in front of the two of them flashed a fierce expression, and the sword force all over his body shot up into the sky at this moment, his gaze swept over Fang He's body, and fell directly on On Shi Shuo's body, he opened his mouth and said:

"Could it be that fellow Taoist also thinks so?"

Shi Shuo raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes met Fang He's in the air, and then lightly fell on the swordsman's face, with a little sympathy in his eyes.There was a soft hum from his throat, he just lowered his eyes slightly, and stopped talking.

He felt that under the current situation, it was better for him not to speak.It is better to leave it to Fang He to make people angry, after all he...is not good at words.

This attitude was nothing.If it were someone else, the swordsman's brain might have calmed down and thought for a while, but it was Shi Shuo standing in front of him now.

Shi Shuo had a villainous face but he didn't know it!

From the swordsman's point of view, Shi Shuo only glanced at him lightly, with a little disdain in his long and narrow eyes.In this way, a very clear cold snort came out of his throat, with a bit of obvious mockery.

It was this cold snort that directly aroused the bloodiness of the swordsman.The sword power that had been rippling in his body had grown to its peak at this moment.The aura around him became solemn at this moment, and the wind howled and blew violently.

A ray of sword light struck straight in Shi Shuo's direction.

Shi Shuo raised his eyebrows.He didn't know why, without saying a word, the other party became even more angry, and directly raised his hands.But the scene at the moment was exactly what he wanted.

The ultimate sword power was rippling in this lush forest, before the two sword powers were completely intertwined, invisible waves overflowed in the air.

The surroundings were silent and silent, but this silence lasted for a few seconds. In the next second, the towering trees around collapsed, as if they had been cut off by someone, and every cross-section was neat and even.

The moment they started, Fang He consciously retreated a distance.He stepped lightly on the branch with his toes, and his eyes fell on Shi Shuo with admiration.

As a student, he is really better than blue in terms of pulling hatred.

The battle entered a fierce stage.

Fang He narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked towards the center.At this moment, the earth is full of devastation, and countless cracks spread irregularly above. As the battle progresses, more and more cracks spread around. The corpses that were lying on the ground have long since disappeared due to the aftermath of the battle. .

The cultivator just now, although his comprehension in the way of the sword is not as profound as that of Shi Shuo, but he still has superb cultivation base and proficiency in swordsmanship. more handy.

In a short period of time, the two parties could not tell the difference between the upper and lower winds.

But with the passage of time, Shi Shuo's grasp of half-step sword intent became more and more obvious, and every attack he made could cause the world to tremble in all directions.Over time, the swordsman just now was finally at a disadvantage.

When Shi Shuo raised his last sword slightly, the tip of the sword directly touched the opponent's neck without any distance.

The sword in the swordsman's hand fell to the ground like this.Shi Shuo raised his lips slightly, and put away his sword. After the battle just now, the half-step sword intent in his body was polished more smoothly. He put away his sword contentedly, and turned to leave.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Seeing Shi Shuo withdrawing his sword, a look of surprise flashed across the swordsman's face, and his eyes fell on Shi Shuo with a bit of puzzlement.

Shi Shuo turned his head, his eyes fixed on the opponent, and it took him a while to praise him from the bottom of his heart: "You are a very good opponent."

The word opponent is the best respect Shi Shuo gives to the other party.

But when he said such words so seriously, falling into the eyes of the other party was a perfunctory and mocking of his strength.If it was really an opponent, how could he be defeated by this person? There is no suspense!

What Shi Shuo said was clearly a stab in his heart.

He lost, he lost completely.

So far, he has not been able to force the opponent to put down the sword in his hand, take out the pen and ink, and use the real attack of the Imperial Brush School.

The corner of the swordsman's mouth couldn't help showing a bit of a wry smile, and then his eyes were firm, and he slowly stood up from the ground.He wanted to find his senior brother from his own sect, but he didn't believe it. None of them, a sect who practiced swords, could compare with a person who minored in kendo from the Yubi sect!

If so, it would be too funny.

Fang He's toes lightly tapped on the branch, and his whole figure slid down from the tree trunk naturally and smoothly.He didn't make any more provocations, but walked forward directly.

With the scene in front of him now, Fang He clearly and clearly realized that without him saying anything, other swordsmen would just raise their swords and do it when they saw Shi Shuo's face.

Now he finally understood why Shi Shuo was hunted down by so many people in the second heaven.In addition to being a foreign monk, there is another bigger reason because of his face, which comes with a mocking filter.Every word and deed has a bit of contempt in the eyes of others.

It's just too miserable.

Fang He followed behind Shi Shuo, this time he didn't intervene again, and directly played with Shi Shuo freely.Sure enough, in this way, the efficiency has improved a lot.

But in just two or three days, almost all sword repairers knew that there was a very talented swordsman in the Imperial Brush School.

He didn't need a stroke of ink, just using the sword in his hand was enough to beat people to pieces.No matter who it was, no matter the sword cultivator, he never let the other party use pen and ink.

This is a real humiliation for the sword cultivator.

For a while, many swordsmen gathered together and searched everywhere in the forest. They wanted to find the two monks of the Imperial Brush Sect, and then fight again.

The dignity of the sword cultivator cannot be lost!

But for some reason, the two monks of the Imperial Brush Sect seemed to have evaporated in place.No matter how many people search carefully, there is no trace of them.As a last resort, their eyes fell on Lu Aotian of Yubi Sect.

As Lu Aoran's younger brother, the most proud inferior Tianjiao of the Yubi Sect, he should know the disciples of the Yubi Sect best!

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Northwest of the forest.

Behind Lu Aotian, countless sword lights flashed down, and they came towards him in a precarious manner.Lu Aotian's appearance became extremely embarrassed.His shirt was torn, revealing the undershirt underneath.

He looked behind him with a broken expression.

Regardless of whether it was the monks he knew or not, or the disciples of other sects with whom he had a good personal relationship, they were all following behind him at this moment, attacking him.

When meeting them, Lu Aotian didn't even say a word, and was chased by them.

Fuck, what the hell happened.He doesn't have any natural treasures on him, so why are they chasing him one by one!