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

A beam of sword light came from the sky and landed on Lu Aotian's body mercilessly.There were several deep scars on his body.

The blood dripped drop by drop, splashing between the leaves of the bushes.Lu Aotian clenched the brush in his hand, gritted his teeth, and picked up the brush to write.

The endless black river fell from the Nine Heavens, majestic and impactful, slapping the surrounding forests, directly blocking the sword cultivator behind him.

The distance between Lu Aotian and them gradually widened, which finally gave him the strength to breathe.A golden light flashed on the barrel of the writing brush in his hand, and a faint Taoist aura fell on him.

At this moment, Lu Aotian's aura seemed to merge with the world around him.His gaze was calm and unwavering, and all his attention was on his hands. He picked up the pen again, and using all the spiritual power in his body, he wrote the word "Gong" in the air at an extremely slow speed.

The writing of "Gong" is extremely majestic, when Lu Aotian was about to close the pen as usual, suddenly his heart moved, and the last stroke was extremely decisive, crisp and neat.

The word "Gong" turned into an image and disappeared in the sky, the aura was restless, the sword repairer who was blocked by the Mo River stood on the other side of the river, his eyes were firmly locked on Lu Aotian, seeing Lu Aotian's movements, someone couldn't help but mocked:

"Lu Aotian, you have learned Taoism in Yubi School for so long, how come you can write this word back and forth?"

That swordsman spoke quite bluntly. The sects of other swordsmen had good relations with the Yubi Sect, but this did not include their sect.

The corner of the swordsman's mouth raised a sneer, their sect has not a friendly relationship with the Yubi Sect.At this moment, the disciples of the Yubi Sect are going around provoking other sword cultivators like this, so don't blame him for not being sympathetic to trouble Lu Aotian.

He raised his sword slightly, and the wind around him became cold and chilling at this moment, and he said loudly:

"I think, Lu Aotian, you are indeed not as good as your brother. You have been standing still in Taoism for so long, and you can't see any progress."

After saying that, the swordsman fixed his gaze on the Mo River in front of him.The river formed by the converging ink was surging up and down, appearing extremely restless.The wind blew violently across the river, and the river set off layers of waves by the wind.

The swordsman stood there very calmly, with a bit of excitement in his expression.He had seen Lu Aotian's ability before, but at that time he was not sure that he could defeat him.

but now……

Not necessarily.

The swordsman raised his sword slightly and slashed towards the river.The blossoming waves startled from the river surface, and a smug smile appeared on the face of the sword cultivator.

Let him come to meet Lu Aotian now.

However, this thought didn't stay in his brain for a few seconds, and the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

What is this!

The spiritual energy wandering around instantly turned into streams of water, dripping onto the river.The river kept rising, and the water level was getting higher and higher, and in the end it turned into a direct churning.

In just a few breaths of time, the surface of the river expanded, forming an endless sea, and the huge waves rolled up and down, washing away all the colors around it, and the surrounding area appeared black.

The swordsman's sharp sword was invisibly knocked down and submerged by the waves, and he couldn't raise a wave. Instead, the sea was churning, and the huge waves were blown by the wind, making it even more turbulent.As if it sensed the existence of the swordsman, it rushed towards him.

The swordsman's figure was violently beaten by the waves, and he retreated several miles before barely stopping his backward steps.His eyes were full of astonishment, and his eyes fell on Lu Aotian's body with scrutiny.

He hesitated for a while, his gaze fell on Lu Aotian's body flickeringly, and he said: "You, got a chance?"

Previously, the power of this Mohe was not like this at all.

chance?

No, he did not.

Lu Aotian slowly lowered his hands, his eyes fell on his fingertips.Regardless of whether he started writing or luck, the rhythm and steps were the same as before. The only difference was that he adopted Fang He's method.

The word "gong" ends neatly.

His gaze moved slightly and landed on the surging Mo River.A few waves on the Mo River beat on the sea, and finally gradually calmed down.

He and those swordsmen looked at each other from a distance across the wide sea.

The reason why this Mohe is so powerful now is because at the moment of his life and death, he put all his spiritual power into the words, which formed such a monstrous power.

Fang He's teaching, just this one style has benefited him a lot.

Perhaps, this is his real opportunity.

His heart trembled, his eyes trembled, and he fell on Jianxiu who had just spoken out provocatively. A ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, his pen and ink raised slightly, and a few drops of ink fell on Jianxiu.

The heavy ink corroded Jianxiu's clothes. Jianxiu opened his eyes wide in surprise. He could only see his skin peeling off slowly. He rolled his Adam's apple and wanted to say something, but finally his eyes darkened and he fell to the ground.

When he was dying, Lu Aotian's voice slowly sounded in his ear, cold and ruthless:

"I, Lu Aotian, have never relied on anyone since I practiced Taoism. Next time, let me hear such similar words, then don't blame me for being rude."

"At that time, my elder brother and I will definitely go to Guizong in person and ask him how his disciples are taught."

Lu Aotian's words were so loud that many monks took a step back.The sky-filled ink sea blocked them, and their swords couldn't penetrate through it at all, causing effective damage to Lu Aotian.

"Then Daoist Lu might as well tell us what happened to that disciple of the Imperial Brush School who minored in the Dao of Swords, and where is he?"

Lu Aotian immediately rolled his eyes when he heard this sentence, he said: "Our disciples of the Yubi Sect, who minored in kendo, when did it happen? Why don't I know."

He sat down cross-legged directly, his eyes fell on Jianxiu opposite him, he patted his thigh, and said:

"Come on, tell me your story."

The sword repairers looked at each other.A sword cultivator from a sect with a good relationship with the Yubi Sect stepped forward and told the story very politely.

As soon as his words fell, Lu Aotian burst out laughing, and the laughter echoed in the world.His eyes fell on many monks in a funny way, and he asked mockingly:

"So every monk here has been defeated by those two monks who claim to be our Imperial Brush School."

His voice sank: "Let's not say whether he is a disciple of our sect, even if he is, then what's the matter with you, you sword cultivators have the nerve to come to me?"

When Lu Aotian said this, his heart was full of grievances.He didn't think that he was hunted down not because of the assessment point, but because of these two inexplicable disciples.

"You deserve it." Lu Aotian said angrily, "If you are really disciples of our sect, then I really want them to keep you all here!"

The expression on Lu Aotian's face did not seem to be fake, the sword cultivators on the other side of the ink sea looked at each other and said:

"Could it be that these two disciples are not members of the Imperial Brush Sect?"

How can this be?Judging from their posture and clothes, no matter how you look at it, it is very consistent with the temperament of Yubizong.

Lu Aotian raised his robe and said very calmly: "No. If our Yubi Sect really has such a talent, do you think I won't know about it?"

He, Lu Aotian, knows everything about Yubi Sect like the back of his hand.

"It's ridiculous that you sword cultivators have been deceived so much that you still don't know who is deceiving you." Lu Aotian almost clapped his hands when he saw the confused expressions of these sword cultivators.

After saying these words, the sea of ​​ink lying in front of everyone raised up like this, spread under Lu Aotian's feet, enveloping him and walking towards the distance.

Lu Aotian stood high in the sky, glanced disdainfully, and looked at the sword repairer below.

These sword cultivators are so stupid that they were tricked around by others.

He glanced lightly at the sword cultivators before looking forward.Thinking back to the sea of ​​ink just now, his heart couldn't help but feel hot.

He had to find Fang He quickly.This time, he was willing to call the other party a teacher.

Fang He and Shi Shuo were sitting in a corner of the forest.Shi Shuo's eyes were serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Now, 63 or more platforms with the first three hundred numbers have no life left. And there are only 43 platforms with the last three hundred numbers."

The difference between the two numbers is twenty platforms.These twenty platforms are equivalent to a full two hundred people.

This number is already extremely terrifying.

"Sure enough, they are worthy of being the monks of the third heaven. Compared with them, there is still a certain gap between the monks in the small world." Shi Shuo said with emotion.

In recent days, he has dueled with many swordsmen.Even though his sword power has been condensed into a half-step sword intent, it is still slightly inferior in other aspects of the way of the sword.

For example, in the vision of kendo and the way of thinking against the enemy.

It is precisely because of this battle that he has a clearer understanding of his current strength.

"But this time, the monks from the small world are also good." Fang He said.

The last few times when the voice of Tiandao sounded, it was announced that all the people on the platform numbered after [-] died.This also shows that the monks from the small world have already started to fight back.

Not only that……

On the platform they were on, except for the monk named Bu Zhongyao who died at the beginning, no one has been eliminated until now.

"It seems that this assessment will be very exciting." Fang He fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hand. At this moment, he had already changed into the golden monk's robe, and his whole person looked like a monk in a dark world. Very exciting.

Shi Shuo nodded, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a loud shout coming from the sky.He raised his head slightly, and saw a familiar figure descending from the sky.

"Lu Aotian!" Seeing the person coming, Fang He's heart tightened. He held the Buddhist beads tightly with his right hand, and kept turning up and down with the other hand, ready to take out the Zen stick from the storage ring, anytime, anywhere Give it to the other party.

However, in the next second, his movements stopped.Only Lu Aotian's angry voice sounded beside Fang He and Shi Shuo's ears:

"Teacher Fang!"

Hearing these three words, Fang He's hand trembled, and the Zen stick in his hand fell to the ground.The Zen stick landed with a crisp sound.Fang He first picked up the Zen stick with a well-knit hand.

Lu Aotian said to Fang He with a bright smile: "Teacher Fang, what are you doing with your Zen stick so neatly?"

Fang He gradually calmed down with Lu Aotian's flattering smile, and he took the Zen stick that Lu Aotian handed over indifferently.

Oh, this one, it was just used to break your dog's head.