"This is the prototype of the sword intention...Does he still have something to hide on the ladder to ask the heart?"

"Sword Intent? Is this kid the reincarnation of a sword spirit?"

Feng Chen was still experiencing the feeling of the last stab, and he had no idea how much shock his stab brought to the two bystanders.

The figure above the purple bamboo is naturally the ancestor of the Body God Peak. Although he knew Feng Chen's performance on the Questioning Heart Ladder, he still wanted to observe it secretly. Unexpectedly, Feng Chen gave him another big surprise. But he only thought Feng Chen

There was something hidden on the Wenxin Ladder, so I was only slightly surprised by Feng Chen's talent. With an appreciative smile, only a bamboo leaf was left to tremble slightly.

Curse Nightmare knows Feng Chen very well, and it knows very well how many kilograms Feng Chen has. After one night of practicing the sword, he suddenly understood the rudiment of the sword's intention. Even it has to call it a monster. It senses that the peeper has left, and it does not

Hiding again, wandering around in the dust, trying to get to know this guy again.

"Maybe it's not a bad thing to take over the contract with this guy. I don't know if I'll have to count on him in the future. It's been so many years..." Curse Nightmare didn't know what she thought of, and she suddenly fell silent.

"Why are you floating on my face?" Feng Chen opened his eyes and saw the curse in front of him. He didn't care, and then looked at the incision of his knife. It was as smooth as a mirror, as if it was made by a magic weapon.

Looking at the bamboo knife in his hand, Feng Chen doubted whether he had cut down the purple bamboo by himself. So he tried it on a nearby purple bamboo, but it couldn't produce the same effect anyway. In the end, he even used too much force.

, the bamboo knife broke directly into two steps, and the purple bamboo only broke a little skin.

"That's right. It seems to be just a coincidence. If you really suddenly understood the meaning of the sword overnight and can send and receive it freely, it would be too abnormal. But even if it is a coincidence, it is only a matter of seconds before you can swing the sword and cross the threshold.

My feet are broken." Looking at Feng Chen's frown, Ju Ni reluctantly accepted the reality.

"Boy, stop thinking blindly. The reason why your sword was able to cut through the purple bamboo was because it aroused the sword's intention. You can't achieve that effect by cutting randomly like this." Curse Night pointed out. "The so-called sword's intention is actually the sword's intention.

It is a kind of momentum, using the sword to activate the momentum of heaven and earth. Only when the momentum of heaven and earth is supported by the sword can we move forward indomitably."

"Sword intention...power..."

Feng Chen repeated several keywords mentioned by the nightmare in his mouth, savoring them carefully. He recalled the feeling when he swung the sword that almost every foot in the radius was at his disposal, and gained a new understanding.

The bamboo knife has been broken, Feng Chen gradually found some feeling using his hand instead of the knife, but it is still difficult to really do what he did before. Feng Chen doesn't force this, after all, it can't be forced.

Feng Chen removed a few bamboo branches from the chopped purple bamboo tree, and used it to catch a few fat carp from a clear pond in the forest. He then used the purple bamboo for firewood, and after a while, bursts of fragrance wafted out of the purple bamboo forest.

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Keeping food and accommodation simple, Feng Chen is not planning to leave this bamboo forest in recent days. There have been many twists and turns in the past, and he has been trying to calm down and practice seriously for a long time. Now that he has the opportunity, he is willing to miss it. Although there is no magic core or Yuan Stone speed.

It has dropped a lot, but with the support of the rich spiritual energy of the Secret Cloud Sect, it is not much slower.

With this thought in his mind, Feng Chen picked up a grilled carp and put it in his mouth, but when he took a bite, he didn't bite anything. Looking at his hand again, it was empty. Feng Chen was shocked, and immediately picked up the bamboo pole next to his hand and jumped in

rise.

"The response is pretty good. Well, the grilled fish technique is also pretty good."

Feng Chen looked speechlessly at an old man with a white beard who suddenly appeared out of nowhere next to the fire, holding the fish he had just taken, took a bite, and then commented.

"Old sir, if you can take my fish from me silently, I guess you are also a senior of the sect. But as a senior, don't you think it's too low a price to snatch even a fish from a disciple?"

When he saw the old man, Feng Chen also dropped his guard. He obviously couldn't beat him. I was afraid that this old guy could crush him to death with one finger, so why should he be so wary? Even if he threw the bamboo pole, he would end up alone.

The old man glanced sideways at Feng Chen, slightly surprised by his reaction, but then moved back to the grilled fish. At the same time, he replied: "Since you know that I am a senior of the sect, what's the point of honoring your senior with a fish? Anything else.

Not to mention, just because of my age, if I ask you for a fish to fill your stomach, are you embarrassed not to give it?"

Feng Chen was speechless. This was the first time he had seen such a shameless senior master. But thinking about it carefully, what the old man said was indeed a bit unreasonable. At the moment, he didn’t want to dwell too much on the issue of this fish. Anyway, he was roasting it.

There is more than one fish.

As a result, an interesting scene appeared. An old man and a young man were surrounding the fire, each holding a grilled fish and chewing it.

The cursed nightmare in the dark couldn't stand it any longer, "This old guy couldn't help it so quickly. He pretended to be a senior expert at night, but he turned out to be so incompetent during the day."

Obviously it has noticed the identity of the old man. It is the guy who "peeped" at Feng Chen for a night last night. He is also the ancestor of the Body God Peak. However, neither Feng Chen nor Curse Night knows this level of identity for the time being. But this does not hinder

The Nightmare's contempt.

"Ah sneeze..."

The Patriarch of Tishen Peak suddenly sneezed while eating grilled fish. "Boy, are you secretly speaking ill of me?" the Patriarch of Tishen Peak asked suspiciously as he rubbed his slightly sore nose.

"I'm afraid you have done too many bad things and have been scolded by others." Feng Chen gloated.

The Taishen Peak ancestor didn't care about Feng Chen's ridicule. Firstly, he had not revealed his identity at this moment, and secondly, because he really admired Feng Chen. If anyone else dared to talk to him like this, even the master of Yundu Peak would probably be beaten.

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"Boy, be my disciple."

The ancestor of the Body God Peak suddenly spoke.

"Be... your disciple?" Feng Chen almost spat out the fish meat in his mouth when he heard this. It took him a long time to recover from his stunned state and said, "Stop joking with me, old man. This joke is not funny."

Shaking his head, Feng Chen didn't take him seriously. He was just joking. He wanted to accept him as his apprentice just after meeting him for the first time. Such a cheap master was not reliable at all. Although this old guy was wearing a white robe and a white beard, he was somewhat of a master.

looks like this, but magic sticks usually dress like this.

Of course, the Patriarch of Tishen Peak didn't know what Feng Chen was thinking. If he knew, he would probably have to beat Feng Chen and keep him from getting out of bed for a month and a half. It's just that Feng Chen refused so simply that he was unexpected. He was a dignified Patriarch of Tishen Peak.

He took the initiative to accept a disciple, but was rejected neatly.

"Boy, I think you don't know the identity of this ancestor. You must know that this ancestor is..." the old man from the Body God Peak said angrily, but suddenly stopped at the critical moment.

This disappointed Feng Chen who had put his ears up and waited patiently for the next story.

"I really don't know your identity, but you can tell me what it is. Maybe if you tell me, I will be interested in becoming your teacher." Feng Chen, who was unwilling to accept it, couldn't help but provoke him.

Unexpectedly, the Patriarch of the Body God Peak calmed down this time, looked at Feng Chen thoughtfully and said, "Good boy, you dare to play tricks with me, Patriarch, and I almost fell into your trap."

"You old man, your brain is not slow at all." Xiao Fengchen laughed and laughed when his thoughts were revealed.

"I'm asking you once again if you would like to be my disciple. Think about it after you think about it. If you don't want to, I won't force you." The Patriarch of Tishen Peak asked again.

Although he appreciates Feng Chen, if Feng Chen really rejects it again, he will never mention it again. Everything should be left to chance, and the ancestor of Tishen Peak is very open-minded.

Feeling the solemnity in the words of the old man in front of him, Feng Chen also put away his lazy posture. It was obvious that the old man did not appear here by chance, and then he suddenly wanted to accept him as his disciple. Although he did not know when he attracted the other party's attention.

, but at least you know something about yourself.

It had to be said that the old man's proposal made Feng Chen very excited. According to his estimation, this old man should be a sect elder in the realm of fighting sect. As for how tall Feng Chen was, he didn't dare to think about it. An elder wanted to accept his disciple from the lower court as his disciple.

The disciple thought highly of himself, but after careful consideration, Feng Chen still decided to refuse.

First of all, for the mysterious skills that I majored in, other than the annotations that appeared at the same time for reference, others could not give me any guidance at all. As for the other training of fighting skills, body movements, etc., with the presence of curses, most problems can be solved.

For some questions, even if there are some deficiencies, the sect's daily lectures and elders can be asked.

But just as Feng Chen was about to speak, Curse Night's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, "Wait a minute, boy, are you going to reject this old guy?"

"Yes. Is there any problem?" Feng Chen doubtfully communicated with Ju Ni in his mind.

"Of course, if you don't have any special scruples, you might as well agree to this old guy." Curse Nightmare expressed its judgment, "This old guy is not simple. If he sincerely accepts you as his disciple, he will definitely save you a lot of detours.

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Although I am also knowledgeable, I am not a human race after all, so the advice I can give you on your cultivation is actually very limited. I can point you in the general direction, but it is difficult to take into account some minor details. And there is a human race master by your side.

That’s different.”

After hearing what Ju Yan said, Feng Chen couldn't help but think a little more. "I dare to ask senior, if I become a disciple of senior, what are the restrictions?"

Originally, Feng Chen was silent for a long time after listening to his words. The old man from Tishen Peak was about to give up and just pretended that Feng Chen had no master-disciple relationship. Unexpectedly, he suddenly heard Feng Chen's inquiry and immediately replied happily: "There are not many rules, just

There is a rule that it is strictly forbidden for members of the same sect to fight each other or do things that harm the sect."

"In this case, I would like to worship my senior as my teacher." After thinking about it for a while, and having some opinions from Curse Nightmare, Feng Chen finally made a decision.

"Haha, okay, so you are the fourth disciple of my ancestor. I thought I would never accept another disciple in this life, but seeing you is really to my liking. Remember, my name is Liantianyuan, and he is called Tianyuan.

Ancestor from far away." Now that Feng Chen has decided to become a disciple, the Patriarch of Tishen Peak no longer hides his identity and registers his own number.

But Feng Chen had only been in the Secret Cloud Sect for two days, and after hearing the name, he still didn't know the identity of his cheap master. The four words Tianyuan Patriarch were just regarded as a name.

Then Feng Chen kowtowed, bowed three times to the old man and swore an oath, "Cang Xuan is above, and the thick soil is the proof. Today Feng Chen worships Patriarch Tianyuan as his teacher. The teacher will not let me down, and I will not let him down." Feng Chen gave absolute respect to his teacher.
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