Luo Zeng's fearful look naturally fell into Ye Shaohan's eyes. Ye Shaohan didn't take it seriously. He smiled faintly and said: "Qi is power, and there are many kinds of power, sect power, personal power, and family power!"
"There is also the murderous power. Only the power of the sword and the body can move the world with one sword!" At this point, Ye Shaohan stood up again, held the Qilin Sword, and the sword power exploded, just by simply drawing the sword.
Reflect the demeanor of a strong man.
"Disciple, be taught!" Luo Zeng's eyes flashed with light. Apparently, Ye Shaohan's simple sentence solved his long-standing doubts.
After performing a sword salute, Luo Zeng also withdrew. After Luo Zeng left, a Luoxia Peak disciple stood up and asked: "Since I started practicing, I have been practicing basic swordsmanship every day. Why can't I achieve the goal?"
The sect master’s previous level!”
This time, Ye Shaohan did not speak. His figure floated, his posture was light and erratic, sword flowers filled the air, and a sense of artistic conception spread.
"The sword moves like a flying phoenix, the sword falls like the stopping wind, the sword dances like a flower cattail, and the sword stabs like a steel nail!" After a few moments, Ye Shaohan stopped and said this to this disciple.
After saying that, Ye Shaohan sat down again, not practicing, but looking at the more and more figures below, with a smile on his lips.
A few moments ago, the news about Ye Shaohan's guidance to Wu Ling and others spread, which caused a stir in the Sword God Sect. How lucky it is that the leader of a sect guides his disciples.
I don’t know who spread the word that as long as the disciples of the Sword God Sect carry stone swords on their backs and climb the sword path, the sect leader will answer their questions. For a while, the disciples of Wufeng gathered on the long sword path, each carrying a stone sword behind him.
Regarding this scene, Ye Shaohan saw this scene without saying anything. The higher his mood, the more clearly he could see some things. Therefore, Ye Shaohan was always able to unravel the doubts of Wu Ling and others sharply.
Thousands of Sword God Sect disciples gathered in the sword path. For a moment, the tombstones on the sword path shook, and countless sword chants resounded.
For a moment, the swords in the hands of the Sword God Sect disciples fell towards the end of the sword path. Seeing this scene, the faces of Chaoyang Peak Master and Xiyue Peak Master both changed.
Standing on Chaoyang Peak, Chaoyang Peak Master's soul power spread out, and every scene on Luoxia Peak was shrouded in his mind. Seeing Ye Shaohan taking the trouble to explain the disciple's doubts, the corner of Chaoyang Peak Master's mouth finally
A smile emerged.
Ding! The sword chant resounded loudly. Chaoyang Peak Master opened his eyes and found that the tip of his sword was also pointed at Luoxia Peak. Seeing this, Chaoyang Peak Master looked slightly shocked and said: "Ten Thousand Swords Chaozong!"
Chaoyang Peak Master did not expect that Ye Shaohan's behavior of solving his disciple's doubts would actually trigger the phenomenon of Wanjian Chaosong.
For a moment, the sound of sword chants resounded continuously above the five peaks of the Sword God, and an inexplicable pressure arose on the sword. Under this pressure, many disciples of the Sword God Sect could only move forward with their spiritual energy.
However, the coercion generated by this kendo could not stop everyone. They firmly believed that they could reach the end of the kendo.
As more and more disciples set foot on the end of the sword path, Ye Shaohan still took the trouble to answer questions. Some of these disciples asked about artistic conception, some asked about origin, some asked about martial arts, and some asked about cultivation. Ye Shaohan was always able to answer these questions fluently.
Looking at the smiling Ye Shaohan, the Sword God Sect disciples were impressed by Ye Shaohan again. At first, they were impressed by Ye Shaohan's strength, but this time, they were impressed by Ye Shaohan's demeanor.
Most powerful people have been practicing in seclusion for a long time, and few people can do what Ye Shaohan did, openly answering everyone's questions.
The sword chant resounded for a whole month. During this month, Ye Shaohan never left the sword. He always took the trouble to answer questions for his disciples. Even some common sense of martial arts, Ye Shaohan also answered with great patience.
Whether they are Spirit Emperor realm warriors, Spirit Master realm warriors, or Spirit Master realm warriors, every disciple of the Sword God Sect has been mentored by Ye Shaohan.
For a time, Ye Shaohan's reputation in the Sword God Sect reached its peak. Even the Chaoyang Peak Master and the Sunset Peak Master were secretly shocked. Now Ye Shaohan is like a god in the Sword God Sect.
Many Sword God Sect disciples secretly call Ye Shaohan their teacher. Whenever there is a problem in their practice, they will return to the swordsmanship and ask Ye Shaohan.
"In just one month, he has convinced the entire sect!" Chaoyang Peak Master murmured softly: "He will be a good sect leader!"
However, this was just the beginning, and this phenomenon continued for another two months.
Wanjian Chaozong, its general trend is condensed on Luoxia Peak.
With his eyes closed tightly, for three consecutive months, Ye Shaohan never left Luoxia Peak.
After the last disciple turned and left, Ye Shaohan stood up, raised his head, looked at the stone statue of the Moon God behind him, and murmured softly: "Not even close!"
The skills of the strokes are endless, and the swordsmanship is endless! Everyone's bottlenecks and doubts are different. When Ye Shaohan solved the doubts for others, Ye Shaohan also gained a lot.
The sword intent filled the air, and he took out the Third Generation Moon God Pendant. Ye Shaohan focused his eyes on it, and a sword shadow emerged behind Ye Shaohan.
"Originally it was just an unintentional move, but I didn't expect this unexpected surprise!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly, and his sword intent suddenly condensed, breaking through the sky in the void.
For three consecutive months, Ye Shaohan, apart from instructing the disciples of the Sword God Sect, spent most of his time comprehending the sword's intention.
Today, he finally realized the sword intention of Zi Jiuzheng. Just the speed of this realization shocked Huo Qilin.
With the sword intent filling his heart, Ye Shaohan stood up, held the Moon God Pendant in his hand, and walked step by step towards the stone statue of the Third Generation Moon God.
Every time Ye Shaohan took a step, a shocking aura emerged from Ye Shaohan's body, and his Luoxia Peak also shook. The disciples of the Sword God Sect who were repairing it all looked at Luoxia Peak in shock.
This shocking aura made them feel shocked and suffocated, not only the ordinary Sword God Sect disciples, but also Chaoyang Peak Master and several others.
"What a terrifying aura. Compared to three months ago, his strength is even more terrifying!" This aura penetrated deep into the soul, and the Chaoyang Peak Master murmured softly.
However, what shocked Chaoyang Peak Master the most was Ye Shaohan's sword intent, which was enough to break through the sky.
In that sword intention, he felt the majesty that could not be resisted. Apparently, Ye Shaohan unknowingly added the pressure of the Moon God to his sword intention.
"One sword intent!" Ye Shaohan took the first step, and the entire Luoxia Peak shook, and its rocks rolled down the mountain road.
"Twenty percent sword intent!" Ye Shaohan took the second step, and the void above Luoxia Peak shattered, and its clouds were swallowed up by the turbulent flow of space.
"Fifty percent sword intent!" "Ninety percent sword intent!" When Ye Shaohan took the ninth step, the entire Sword God Mountain Range suddenly shook, and a general trend condensed on the five peaks of the Sword God.
"Ninety-nine percent of the sword intent!" When Ye Shaohan made his tenth step, a terrifying aura spread toward the Falling Rain Kingdom centered on the five sword peaks. For a time, the entire Falling Rain Kingdom was shocked, and countless citizens were horrified.
Looking at the Sword God Mountain Range.
In the Royal Academy, Nian Samsara suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at the Sword God Mountain Range, and smiled slightly: "Compared to a few months ago, you have become stronger again!"
Nian Samsara and the others all sighed slightly. In just a few months, the boy's strength had become much more terrifying.
Ye Gaotong and others also looked at the Sword God Mountain Range in astonishment, with smiles on their faces. This aura was no stranger to them.
The general trend was gathering, and space turbulence was flying in the void. Ye Shaohan stood quietly in front of the Moon Goddess statue, looking at the Moon Goddess statue calmly, without a trace of color in his eyes.
"There is still a little bit left, so let's use the power of the Sword God Sect!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly, raising his sword finger, and its momentum gathered crazily above Luoxia Peak.
As Ye Shaohan's sword finger fell, the power came suddenly. Ye Shaohan's figure suddenly shook, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Ye Shaohan was taking advantage of the situation, using the power of the Sword God Sect to force himself to break through. With the terrifying situation approaching, Ye Shaohan actually felt a long-lost aura, which was the aura of death.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the turbulent space flowing in the void, with a hint of madness in his eyes.
"Whether you can break through or not depends on this sword!" Holding the Qilin Sword, Ye Shaohan stared into the void and did not move for a long time.
Ye Shaohan was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to draw a sword. His mind was completely focused on the Qilin Sword. This moment lasted for a whole night. As the stars moved, the sun, the moon, and the stars, Ye Shaohan never moved.
Under this general trend, the Sword God Sect was extremely quiet, and the wind roared in the mountain streams. For the rare time, the Sword God Sect disciples did not practice, but raised their heads and looked at Luoxia Peak.
Under this general trend, although they were under inexplicable pressure, this pressure was a good thing for them, and some insights filled the hearts of the Sword God Sect disciples.
Until the first ray of dawn fell on Ye Shaohan from the sky, Ye Shaohan began to move. He held the sword and drew the sword. With a clean and sharp sword, it brought out a bright sword light. This sword light was enough to make the world darken.
Eclipsed.
The sword light dissipated, and the void of the Sword God Gate fell into space turbulence in vain. Just one sword caused such terrifying power.
Chaoyang Peak Master and others all felt thirsty. Compared to a few months ago, this boy's strength had skyrocketed. Even if they faced this sword, they could only avoid the edge temporarily.
"His sword intention has become more condensed!" Liu Yubi murmured softly, with a hint of shock in his beautiful eyes. This sword intention is no less than that of Yue Jingxian.
The Ye family in Nifeng City is surrounded by magnificent buildings. An ordinary courtyard looks particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of these buildings.
In the empty courtyard, the sword light passed by like a rainbow. The sword light dissipated, and a slender figure emerged, with its long snow-like hair flying in the wind.
When the sword stopped, Zhang Ming raised his head, stared at the sky, and murmured softly: "You have become stronger!"