"I just want to fly with a sword." Zhao Yuan sighed.

"Brother, you are not like this. Flying with swords requires reaching the level of flying with swords... Let's give a simple example. Your current strength can only lift 500 kilograms. Even if you can easily lift 500 kilograms with various tricks, if you can easily lift 500 kilograms, if you can't do it for a thousand kilograms, you can't do it. You have now reached the early stage of flying with swords. Although you can make the flying sword move, you just move it. It's useless to spend your energy..."

"What's the solution?" Zhao Yuan sighed.

"My Monk remember, you didn't reach the critical point last time, and you have improved now. What's the reason?"

Zhao Yuan told Monk Tianxin about the battle outside Heishui City in full swing.

"Fight! It seems that you are born to be a miserable person, and you can only improve your strength by fighting constantly in adversity. The ten thousand enemies you practice and the dragon armor curse seem to have complementary power. If you want to make a breakthrough in spiritual energy, you must practice ten thousand enemies."

"...But...but...but, there is no suitable cultivation environment. By the way, monk, you should have things like cultivation secrets. Why not, please make me a simple one and practice again?" Zhao Yuan looked vague.

"Brother, the monk said that your current situation is no longer a problem with the secrets of cultivation. Your age is no longer suitable for cultivation. Ordinary secrets of cultivation are useless to give you. On the contrary, those ten thousand people are somewhat beneficial to you. You have also said that Master Su Xin has also raised this question. Don't underestimate Master Su Xin, she is very famous in the cultivation world. Don't think about it. Now, you can only persist in practicing the Ten Thousand People Enemies and Dragon Armor Spell to see if there can be a miracle."

"persist in!"

Zhao Yuan nodded fiercely.

This time, Zhao Yuancai completely gave up and strengthened his determination to practice "Ten Thousand People".

Zhao Yuan has always felt that "Enemy of Ten Thousand People" is a bit unreliable. His dream is to fly with a sword and become a true cultivator. What makes him vomit blood is that the three realms of brute force, bright eyes, and wisdom and heart in "Enemy" cannot fly with a sword.

Fortunately, in addition to "Ten Thousand People", Zhao Yuan still has a glimmer of hope.

"Dragon Armor Curse" and "Ten Thousand People Enemies" seem to have complementary seconds. If you enter the realm of "power", you may be able to fly with your sword.

Zhao Yuan wanted to fly with his sword too much.

Zhao Yuan really wants to go back to Wanjia to see Wan Ling'er, look at the two twin nuns, and look at Fairy Caixia...

...

"By the way, monk, how are you doing?" Zhao Yuan asked.

"No, in order to save you, the little undead energy that the monk had finally gathered completely dissipated. If it weren't for the Yin-Yang Ship, the monk's life would have almost been lost." The monk said sadly.

"What should I do?"

"What else can I do? Take your time, monks are no longer human or ghosts now, hey..."

"Don't worry, I will make you a scattered immortal." Zhao Yuan comforted.

"Hope, the monk doesn't know what he is now. He is both an evil spirit and a sharp soul. He cannot reach the sky or the ground. If the monk dies, I don't know whether the legendary King of Hell will accept the monk. The monk is worried..."

"Ahem..."

"Zhao Yuan, the monk was healing his wounds in the ink-colored little sword recently. He thought about it, and suddenly he thought about it. "

"Um?"

"What the monk thinks, where did those cultivators who have attained enlightenment and become immortals go? Where did the ancient gods and Buddhas live? When the monk thinks, he suddenly realizes..."

"What's wrong?"

"This ink-colored small sword has a magic circle space, which can absorb spiritual energy and drive the sword to fly, or allow monks to live and practice. According to this principle, will there be a space like this ink-colored small sword? It's just that the space is huge and can allow many immortals to live... Perhaps, that space is like the Battle Cloud Continent, like the Great Qin Empire..."

"This is too complicated. However, there is room for Sumeru Ding. What you said may be true. However, if you want to verify it, you can only verify it after you become an immortal. Now there is no point in discussing it."

"That's right, the monk should practice honestly. By the way, although your two spiritual energy realms are not enough, the killing aura is extremely heavy. The monk lives in the ink-colored sword and can't bear the fierce spiritual energy. You should look for another flying sword to make trouble, otherwise, the monk will be scattered by you that day and will never be reborn."

"Well, I still have a few flying swords... No, that is the flying swords of several disciples of the Fanjing Sect. You can't use them... Don't worry, I will find a way." Zhao Yuan immediately rejected. He didn't want to reveal his identity and become the target of the world's No. 1 Cultivation Sect.

"Okay, thank you, monk. You should practice slowly. The monk wants to refine the Yin-Yang Ship."

"Refining Yin-Yang Ship?" Zhao Yuan was stunned.

"Of course, after refining the Yin-Yang Ship, the monk's soul will be integrated with the Yin-Yang Ship. The monk does not have to live in the ink-colored sword, but directly possesses it in your spiritual consciousness."

"come on."

"come on!"

The two encouraged each other and practiced their own practice.

In order to avoid harassing Monk Tianxin's practice, Zhao Yuan replaced the Black Heart Divine Wood Sword. Unfortunately, although the Black Heart Divine Wood Sword is a cruel ancient killing weapon, it is a dead wood and there is no magic circle driven by spiritual energy at all. Zhao Yuan struggled for a while and had to give up and replaced the flying sword of the senior brother of Fanjingmen.

Although the flying sword of the senior brother Fanjingmen is of good quality, it is not a magic weapon. It is comparable to the ink-colored small sword, but it is much bigger.

If the ink-colored little sword occasionally moves, then the eldest brother's flying sword has no reaction to the two spiritual energy condensed by Zhao Yuan. Obviously, the eldest brother's flying sword has a ban, and it needs to be refined and become the new master of the flying sword to drive the flying sword.

Zhao Yuan's current spiritual energy is suppressed by the realm and cannot even fly with swords. Naturally, he cannot refine the elder brother's flying sword array, let alone re-impose the restriction, so he had to give up and practice the realm of brute force honestly and repeatedly.

Today, the weather was sunny and Zhao Yuan, who was slow to practice, was a little upset and opened the door to the garden to bask in the sun.

At this time, it was already autumn, the weather was getting cooler, the sun was warm, making people drowsy.

As soon as Zhao Yuan sat down, the little insect rushed in with a gust of wind, as if he had been peeping not far away.

"Brother Yuan, you finally came out of seclusion." Qiu Xiaochuang hugged Zhao Yuan, with tears on his face.

"What's wrong! Xiao Cui is wrong?" Looking at Qiu Xiaochuang who was crying, Zhao Yuan was startled and thought something had happened to Xiao Cui.

"Xiao Cui is fine, I have something to do, she agrees to let me join the army, wuwu... join the army..."

"Oh..." Zhao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, "I will explain it clearly."

"My father said I was lazy and flirted with work. I was doing nothing all day and caused trouble for him. I entrusted my relationship to find the guards of Heishui City and asked me to join the army to exercise. I... I didn't agree... I said Xiao Cui didn't agree, but then I knew that my father came to Xiao Cui directly. The two of them hit it off immediately without saying a few words... Woo woo..."

"Isn't it great to be a soldier? Why are you so scared?"

"Brother Yuan, I'm so blood-deathing! Joining a soldier requires war, and fighting requires murder. Think about it, if I go to the battlefield and before the war begins, I'll be scared by the blood all over the ground. What if I'm stepped on my hands and feet by my horse? What if I'm shot by arrows?"

"Ahem... this is a question. What do you say about Xiao Cui?"

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