"Well, this person's artistic conception of wood is good, with a thorny taste!"
"Hey, whipping, that's right. The artistic conception of wood can represent many things, such as big trees, such as wood thorns, and can also represent vines. The vines are very soft, and when they are whipped, they have great lethality."
"The thickness of the wood is not the same as the thickness of the soil, it is more integrated."
A total of about 400 people participated in the Martial Arts Tea Party. Among them, there are more than forty people who are proficient in the artistic conception of wood. The difference is not the same.
During their sparring, Ye Chen will carefully observe the artistic conception of wood contained in his martial arts, and gradually improve his artistic conception of wood, preparing for the successful comprehension of the ninth form of Qinglian swordsmanship.
No matter how powerful Ye Chen's sword intent is, the lack of ultimate moves is always a problem, so it is imperative to comprehend the ninth form of Qinglian swordsmanship. With this move, his sword skills have reached three ultimate moves. At this stage That's almost enough.
As the observation became deeper and more insights were gained, Ye Chen suddenly stretched out his right hand to refer to the sword and began to practice.
Chi!
Chi!
Chi!
Without moving his true energy, without using his sword intent, and without mustering too much strength, Ye Chen just practiced in such a bland manner, as if depicting a pattern in the void, but after dozens of fingers, a change occurred. Passing by, the air seemed to be slashed by an extremely sharp sword, making a hissing sound. Later, a very faint finger glow burst out from the fingertips. This finger glow has nothing to do with other things, it seems to be Ye Chen's body The sharpness, the sharpness of the fingers, is condensed by the sharpness of the sharpness.
"How is this going?"
Tuobaku and Mu Lingfeng looked at Ye Chen in surprise.
They were sure that Ye Chen hadn't used his true essence sword intent, but where did the finger come from, and this finger was so sharp, indescribably sharp, as if its essence was sharp.
The palm of the hand patted the table lightly, and the small teacup jumped up. Tuoba Kufic flicked the teacup with his finger, and the teacup shot out soundlessly, passing in front of Ye Chen.
Coincidentally, Ye Chen's finger pointed at the teacup.
There was a slight freeze in time, and a very thin and sharp wind shot out from the back of the teacup, leaving a small hole on the pillar of the pavilion.
On the other hand, there was no damage to the teacup, and the tea in it didn't splash out.
Grabbing the teacup with his left hand, Ye Chen smelled it, it smelled so good, and handed it to Tuobaku again.
Tuobaku caught the teacup, observed it quickly, then observed it again, finally raised his head, and asked in doubt: "Is there no hole?"
Ye Chen smiled and said, "Of course there are no holes."
"The holes in the pillars of the pavilion?"
"That hole was caused by my inability to control the sword intent."
"strangeness!"
Tuobaku still couldn't solve the puzzle. If it was caused by the sword intent, it is unlikely to attack the pillars of the pavilion through the teacup. If it was not caused by the sword intent, then the holes in the pillars of the pavilion would not be formed at all. Possible, which one is possible
"The sharpness of the sword, it turns out that I'm still short of the artistic conception of gold!"
By observing other people's artistic conception of wood, Ye Chen has a deep understanding of the artistic conception of wood. He has already seen the beginning of the ninth form of Qinglian swordsmanship, so he became interested. Then, he forgot the artistic conception of wood, forgot the ninth form of Qinglian swordsmanship, and sank into that understanding of the sword, because he has always used the sword to fight the enemy, and the sword is metal, naturally sharp, So the sword technique has always been sharp, but after losing the sword, he found that he still lacked sharpness and sharpness.
Until this time, he finally understood how sad it must be for a swordsman not to understand the artistic conception of gold. After all, no matter how good other artistic concepts are, they are not as sharp as the artistic conception of gold.
The artistic conception of gold is like the bridge between the swordsman and the sword. With this bridge, the swordsman can push his edge to the limit and show his swordsman style. On the contrary, without this bridge, there will always be a gap between him and the sword, and he will not be able to break out Out of the limit attack power.
"Although I only understand now, it's not too late!"
Ye Chen let out a breath, and his eyes fell on the small hole in the center of the pillar of the pavilion.
This hole is indeed caused by the sword intent, but it is attached to the sharpness. The sharpness is invisible and qualityless, and the sword itself is also invisible and qualityless. After reaching a certain level, it can affect reality, so it becomes invisible and qualitative. The latter did not combine before penetrating the teacup, so the teacup was not broken. After passing through the teacup, as soon as the sharp air combined with the sword intent, a small hole was left on the pillar immediately.
With this finger, Ye Chen's sharpness was exhausted.
But not enough.
"The ninth form of the Qinglian swordsmanship has already begun to show signs. Next, what I need to comprehend is the artistic conception of gold. I almost know how to go about my future path."
Famous swordsmen all have their own path, that is, their own way of swordsmanship. Ye Chen's way of swordsmanship has not been very clear all along, he only knows how to walk instinctively. Now, he has found his own way of swordsmanship, which may be full of thorns , but once he gets through, he will be the first person on this sword path, enough to compete with the ancient sword king, and it will make him embark on a higher road to the sword emperor.
Jian Huang!
What is the sword emperor!
The emperor of the sword, the first person in all ages.
No matter how powerful the ancient sword king was, he was just a sword king, not a sword emperor, and the reason why he could not be crowned emperor was that he was no match for the emperor of the same generation and was forced to become king. Although the emperor is not limited to one person nowadays, he wants to Becoming the Sword Emperor is as difficult as going up to the blue sky, Ye Chen has already made any preparations.
Clenching his palms slightly, Ye Chen felt his blood boil.
boom!
The air waves on the field soared to the sky, shaking the pavilion slightly.
Ye Chen looked intently, and it turned out that it was Sikong Sheng who had entered the stage.
His opponent is very strong. He is the number one young expert in the Huo Marsh Region, and his strength is not inferior to Yin Zongli, the leader of Yin Shao, who is ranked third in the Thunder Region.
The two fought against each other with dozens of moves, and the soaring air wave had nowhere to vent, and it continued to spray high into the sky.
"Defeat me!"
The opponent displayed the profound martial art and bombarded Sikong Sheng heavily.
Sikong Sheng was not afraid, and also used the profound martial arts to fight back.
boom!
A mottled ball of light exploded, and Sikong Shengfei backed up without any injuries, while the other party, for some reason, stood still there, and was hit by the shock wave, spitting out blood.
"Hey, Sikong Sheng's profound martial art is weird."
Ye Chen saw the mystery at a glance. The number one young expert in the Huo Swamp Region didn't want to retreat, but he couldn't. Sikong Sheng's punch seemed to have some kind of connection with the earth, and he used the infinite gravity to hold the opponent, forcing him to retreat. Unable to lift his feet for a moment, he forcibly endured the backlash of the shock wave.