Although being locked up in confinement is not very free, it is also a good opportunity to practice.
There is not much time left for Fang Xing, only about half a year. In this half year, he will not only complete the breakthrough from the sixth level to the seventh level of spirituality, but also comprehend the one hundred and eight thousand swords of the Yaozu Xuanjue, and At the very least, he has cultivated it to a small level, and only after reaching this level, can he hope to fight Xiao Jianming and avenge the nine uncles of Ghost Mist Valley before he succeeds in building the foundation.
Several trials in Luanhuang Mountain gave him a very deep understanding of Xiao Jianming's strength.
He is not an ordinary cultivator, but a war cultivator, a war cultivator with nine levels of agility, and a deep knowledge of Qingyun Nine Swords.
Once such a guy succeeds in building the foundation, it will be very scary. If he, his uncle, and two foundation-building monks want to deal with him, Fang Xing feels that unless he escapes from Qingyun Sect, his life will be in danger.
"You want to cultivate a mysterious formula to a small degree within half a year?"
After Jinwu heard Fang Xing's plan, his eyes widened and he shook his head quickly: "Impossible, even the first-class genius in Chu Yu can't do it, let alone looking at you like this!" Like a genius!"
What Jin Wu said was very certain and very close to reality.
Xuanjue is powerful and mysterious, this is a well-known fact.
But it is precisely because the Xuan Jue is powerful and mysterious, so it is far more difficult to practice than the Fa Jue. If an ordinary person, even a monk in the Foundation Establishment Realm, wants to practice a Xuan Jue to a small success, I am afraid it will take at least a year or more. It takes three years, and Fang Xing is only in the middle stage of agility, but it is almost impossible to cultivate him to the realm of Xiaocheng within half a year.
"Nothing is impossible, let the bold die, starve the timid..." Fang Xing was full of confidence.
Jin Wu rolled his eyes: "What does this have to do with timidity?"
Fang Xing's broadsword was placed directly on Jinwu's neck: "If the young master says it's related, then it's related..."
"Okay, whatever you want!"
First, he was honest in Qianlong Valley for a few days, and Fang Xing meditated all day long. Others looked like he was meditating seriously, but in fact he had dived into the sea of consciousness, and he took the trouble to ask Dapeng Xiewang about the secrets of the Eight Thousand Swords. At this time, he seemed very serious about the meaning of each formula, and he also scared Dapeng Xie Wang very much. There was always a feeling that this little bastard would kill him if he learned it.
After seven days, Fang Xing no longer entered the sea of consciousness. The 108,000 sword formulas, the 342 lines of formula formulas, and the 1,080 methods of operation were all firmly memorized in his heart without any ambiguity. unclear.
After finishing the preparations, Fang Xing came directly to Taniguchi, where there were two outer disciples meditating. They belonged to the Qingyun Sect Discipline Hall, and they were responsible for guarding Fang Xing. Originally guarding inner disciples like Fang Xing , will send some people with more advanced cultivation bases, and even set up a magic circle in the confinement place, but the whole sect knows that Fang Xing's confinement is simply a cutscene, so even the Discipline Hall doesn't bother to bother, and just sent When the two came, they were guards, rather than servants.
Fang Xing put the big sword on the ground, took two middle-grade spirit stones and threw them on the ground, squatted in front of them, pointed at the Qinglong Biyan knife, and asked, "Do you know what this is?"
The two disciples were a little dazed, and the man on the left said: "...this is... brother, your weapon..."
Fang Xingdao: "The answer is correct!" He pointed to the Lingshi: "Do you know what this is?"
The disciple on the right's eyes lit up, and he rushed to say: "I know, one middle-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for one hundred low-grade spirit stones!"
Fang Xing nodded and said, "It's very smart, let you choose, which one do you choose?"
The two disciples looked at the low-grade spirit stone at the same time, so there was no need to think about it!
Fang Xing laughed and said: "I'm going out now, if you dare to stop me or sue me, I'll deal with you immediately, if you obediently pretend that you can't see it, these two spirit stones are your rewards ,Understand?"
The faces of the two disciples were a little ugly, the disciple on the right hesitated for a moment, and resolutely took out a yellow talisman.
Fang Xing recognized that it was a sound transmission talisman, thought he was going to sue him, and immediately got annoyed, and reached out and grabbed the big knife.
The disciple hurriedly said: "Brother Fang, don't misunderstand, you take this Taoist talisman, if there is any situation, we will notify you, and you should come back immediately!"
Fang Xing was stunned, then laughed, and said, "Haha, good idea, there will be a reward when you come back!"
After all, he grabbed the sound transmission talisman, rode on the Golden Crow, and plunged into the dense forest on the east side of Qianlong Valley.
The disciple on the right was a little hesitant, and said, "Senior Brother Hao, are we breaking the rules by doing this?"
The disciple on the left sighed, and said, "Junior Brother Ye, don't blame me for not reminding you, mere gate rules are nothing, and now there is a rumor in the gate that it is better to offend Senior Brother Xiao Jianming and Senior Sister Lingyun than to offend this guy! "
Then Junior Brother Ye was slightly stunned, and said: "No way? Senior Brother Xiao Jianming and Senior Sister Lingyun are not as good as him?"
Senior Brother Hao said with a wry smile: "Both Senior Brother Xiao Jianming and Senior Sister Lingyun, they still talk to you to some extent, but this little devil doesn't talk to you at all. He really cut you..."
"Huh, Brother Hao is right..."
Junior Brother Ye suddenly realized, and thought to himself that it was fortunate that he didn't stop him.
Qianlong Valley is located on the east side of Qingyun Sect, and the valley entrance is on the west. If you go west, you will enter the Qingyun Sect boundary, and if you go east, you will enter the dense forest of Taihang Mountain. These are all ancient forests and deep mountains formed over thousands of years, except for the occasional passing through the sky. Cultivator, there have been few people here for tens of thousands of years, and most of them are strange peaks. However, because the spiritual energy is all attracted by the Qingyun sect, there are no monsters.
But Fang Xing came here not for monsters, but to find a suitable place to practice.
After wandering in the forest for three or four days, I finally found a huge waterfall about a hundred miles away from the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate. It was thirty feet wide and a hundred feet high. When it leaked down, it washed the hard bluestone under the waterfall into a terrifying deep pit, which was so violent that ordinary people felt awe when they saw it.
"That's it, Lao Jin, go down and carry the stone!"
Fang Xing made a decision, pointing to a huge boulder weighing a thousand gold nearby and asked Jinwu to hunch it up.
"Are you kidding me? Do you think Lord Jin is the kind of monster who can hunch over stones?"
"Don't you dare to hunch?"
As soon as Fang Xing opened his eyes, the Qinglong Biyan knife was drawn out directly.
Jinwu yelled angrily: "I strongly protest your way of using violence every now and then!"
Fang Xing grinned and said, "This is the best way to deal with a rascal like you, but don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to force you to do coolies on purpose. Secret method, the key is to temper the word, although you have learned it, but because of your laziness, you can't improve the speed, the young master is helping you practice, you will be grateful to me in the future!"
"But now I just want to curse you..."
The Golden Crow was still reluctant, Fang Xing had no choice but to whisper a few words to it.
Jin Wu's eyes lit up: "Really?"
Fang Xing assured: "It is absolutely true!"
Jin Wu's heart faltered, and he said resolutely: "Okay, it's worthwhile for Jin Ye to choose you, this blue stone has been carried!"
Then, as expected, the flying general came over, with a flick of its wings, it hunched the bluestone on its back and placed it on the edge of the waterfall, and then, under Fang Xing's instructions, it humped seven or eight big bluestones weighing three to four thousand catties in succession. Go up, line up, as tired as a dog, squatting on the edge of the waterfall, tongue half sticking out, gasping for breath, determined not to do it any more.
Fang Xing saw that it was almost done, so he took off his robe, bare-chested, and walked slowly to the bottom of the waterfall.
The bluestone was washed slippery by the water, and as soon as he got close to the waterfall, he was immediately shocked by the Milky Way falling from the sky. The water droplets that bounced off his body were painful like hidden weapons, but Fang Xing ignored it, remained silent for a long time, and suddenly stepped forward.
"Boom..."
He went directly under the waterfall, and the heavy water rushed down, almost smashing him into a pulp.
Under the washing of this terrifying waterfall, the whole body of skin and bones seemed to be torn apart and separated from the body.
But this is just an illusion after all, Fang Xing's spiritual energy is condensed, his body is strong, and he can barely withstand the power of this waterfall.
Unable to breathe under the waterfall, Fang Xing persisted for a few breaths. After adapting to the impact of the waterfall, he suddenly raised his spiritual energy and shouted at the Golden Crow at the top of the waterfall: "Now, push me down that one-thousand-jin bluestone. !"
Jinwu, who was panting heavily at the top of the waterfall, was stunned.
What are you kidding
Just this hundred-foot-high waterfall is scary enough, but you still want to push the bluestone down
What kind of momentum is it for a huge boulder falling in a waterfall that is hundreds of feet high
I'm afraid the power of a blow from a master of the Nine Levels of Smartness is nothing more than that!
At this moment, it even thought it was crazy, had hallucinations, and wanted to smash Fang Xing to death.
"faster… "
A urging voice came from below, telling Jinwu that this was not a hallucination.
After hesitating for a while, Jin Wu called out: "Are you sure? Jin Ye still wants to cooperate with you for a big ticket, you can't let it go..."
"Grandma, if you don't push me, I'll go up and chop you up..."
"Damn it, you go to hell!"
The Golden Crow was furious, flipped its wings, and the thousand-jin boulder spun and fell down amidst the torrent of the waterfall.