As soon as the bell and chimes were knocked, Elder Chen's lips twitched, and a technique of controlling the sword pill was heard in everyone's ears.

Zhang Yan felt that with the mellow voice, a mantra came straight into his heart and then appeared one by one in his mind.

After carefully considering the sword style, I found that the key to this flying sword technique is in this magic trick.

It first explains how monks use spiritual energy to attach to the sword pills, and then drive away. Then they elaborate on the tips of various tricks of running sword pills.

The spiritual energy is refined from the two qi of clear and turbidity, and it can naturally be divided and combined. There are changes in yin and yang, which can make the sword pills churn up and down and move forward and backward.

However, Zhang Yan felt that although tens of thousands of disciples could practice this sword control technique, this method can actually be used only by cultivators after the second level of Mingqi to exert their most basic power. As for cultivators who open the meridians, if they have not even refined a breath of clear energy, they will not even think about controlling the sword pill, let alone flying swords to hurt the enemy.

So the people who are qualified to compete for the Star Sword Pill are the monks sitting in the front row, and the others can only wait and see.

At this time, Qin Nan beside Zhang Yan cheered, and the sword ball in her hand actually rose up, floating in the air with vain. At this moment, her face was full of excitement. She grabbed Zhang Yan's sleeve and shook it violently, shouting: "Senior brother, senior brother, look at you."

Zhang Yan just smiled but said nothing. After a moment, Qin Nan woke up and let go, her face turned red, and she said, "Senior brother, don't be upset, junior sister, I'm just taken a break."

Zhang Yan smiled and said, "It's okay. When I condensed my first breath of refreshment, I was as happy as my junior sister."

He nodded secretly. Qin Nan was practicing under an elder, but in a moment, he could float the sword balls with a breath of fresh air. Even if he could not go further, it was only limited by his cultivation, but his qualifications were extremely high.

Looking at the disciples around, most of them were staring at Jianwan with bitter faces, or frowned at the movement and transformation formula, while others were simply confused, so how relaxed it was like her?

This female cultivator has an unpredictable innocent heart and no thoughts of gain or loss. Therefore, she can be in harmony with her divine will and use her sword intently.

He looked at the disciples in front of him who had two or three levels of bright energy. Seeing that the sword balls in the hands of those people were already dancing up and down, he no longer hesitated. He felt dizzy in the broken jade. The clone, who was originally sitting in the jade, suddenly opened his eyes, drove his sword, and practiced carefully according to the moves he saw on the bluestone screen wall.

Although the outside world only has ten days, Yuzhong has more than half a year for him to slowly comprehend.

Qin Nan saw Zhang Yan sitting there without saying anything, just thinking that he was meditating the mantra, and knew that he should not disturb him at this time. She happily fiddled with the sword ball floating in the air.

The sword moves mentioned in the Zhengyuan Sword Sutra are actually just sword-moving techniques, and when facing the enemy, they pay attention to finding opportunities and changing.

For a monk in Zhang Yan's realm, there are not many attack methods that can be chosen, so he focused on training. Among them, the three most important sword-moving techniques are called "one-stop", "rainbow light", and "heavy waves and high stacks".

The entire Sword Sutra is the secret of using energy to control swords. He believes that if you want to evaluate a person's understanding of this set of swordsmanship, you just need to look at how you master these three skills.

Although his understanding is not as good as that of some highly qualified disciples, he is better because of his tenacity and does not spend time to comprehend the mystery. He only believes that practice makes perfect, so he practices repeatedly in the silence of jade, and these three sword moves are repeated more than a thousand times every day.

However, although his body is not tired, his mind is exhausted. Every day outside, he will withdraw from the residual jade, take a spiritual nourishing pill, and rest silently for half an hour before entering the jade again.

Later, he had slowly figured out the changes in the rules, but he felt that this sword technique seemed to be unsatisfied, as if there was still a backup plan that had not been passed down.

But this is also reasonable. He can't eat too much. With the cultivation of the disciples present, if he can't even control the sword skills in front of him well, let alone the exquisite sword skills in the future? Therefore, he only cares about consolidating the results in front of him and does not think about anything else.

Ten days passed by in a hurry.

On this day, some disciples who could not even raise the sword pills had already given up. Only those disciples who had mastered some of the sects were still thinking about the changes in sword techniques. But when they heard the sound of jade on the stone platform, they heard a Taoist boy shouting: "It has arrived ten days, and the disciples have stopped."

The sword balls in the audience stopped and looked up at the stone platform. Elder Chen glanced down. Although his eyes were gentle and not angry, for some reason, when he saw it, everyone's hearts were thrilled, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to look at them.

Elder Chen's eyes finally fell on Feng Ming and said with a pleasant look: "Feng Ming, how have you practiced?"

Feng Ming quickly stood up and replied respectfully: "Although I can't figure out the truth, I have also found some ways."

Elder Chen said: "In this way, you can come forward and demonstrate it again, let me see how you have made more progress than ten days ago."

Feng Ming raised his chest and bowed, "I think the elder, I just practiced but couldn't show anything. The disciples would like to learn swordsmanship with their fellow disciples to prove their experiences over the years."

Elder Chen smiled when he heard this, waved his whisk, and stroked his beard and said, "It's good."

With the permission of Elder Chen, Feng Ming turned around, bowed to the tens of thousands of disciples present, and shouted: "Who among the senior brothers thinks that he has unique understanding of this sword technique? If you want to compete with the Star Sword Pill, you can come up to compete with Feng."

This is really arrogant but full of pride, as if all the disciples in the arena were not taken seriously.

Someone looked unhappy and stood up and said, "Although Senior Brother Feng was two years earlier than me and was ahead, I am also ambitious and willing to try my skills."

Feng Mingxun looked at it and saw that he was a short and not astonishing disciple. He laughed and said, "It turns out to be Junior Brother Wang Kun. I almost saw you. You were originally from the Wang family of Haopu. I think it is also a family background. Senior brother, I will learn a little bit here."

Wang Kun heard the other party's ridicule, and was angry, snorted, walked forward quickly, and said coldly: "Senior Brother Feng, pay attention!"

He threw the sword ball in his hand upwards, then reached forward a little, and the white light flashed, and the sword ball rushed straight towards Feng Ming.

Feng Ming's face was relaxed. After pinching the magic formula, the sword ball in his hand also rose up, and he bumped into the other party's sword ball without dodging.

With a "dang", two sword balls collided together.

Feng Ming's one was intact, while Wang Kun's one was broken on the spot. The latter's face turned pale, and he took several steps back. He stared at the other party with wide eyes and pointed at him and said, "You, you..."

After defeating his opponent, Feng Ming seemed to have done something insignificant. After both hands, he said, "Junior brother, you have practiced well in one 'in one go'. You can be able to penetrate one qi in just ten days. Unfortunately, you wanted to convince me with your strength, but you only have at most twenty-four breaths of spiritual energy in your chest. No matter how you gather qi, how can you compare with the forty-nine breaths of spiritual energy in my chest?"

When everyone heard him say this, they exclaimed and gasped. Su Ming had cultivated forty-nine spiritual energy indifferently? What a talent? Even if some outstanding disciples in the sect, it was not easy to have the number of spiritual energy in their hearts reaching thirty-six, let alone forty-nine!

You should know that there is a method of Xuangong: "The spiritual energy is the seed, the mysterious light is open and transformed, and the Yuan Dan is born, and the power is finally achieved."

This spiritual energy is the foundation for practicing all Taoist methods in the future. The more energy, the greater the achievements in the future. There are forty-nine spiritual energy in your heart. Feng Ming’s future is simply limitless!

Wang Kun's face was pale and he lowered his head and said, "My junior brother, I'm not as good as others, so I admit defeat."

Feng Ming waved his hand and said, "Young brother, don't be discouraged. You can compete in skills in the sect. Winning and losing are normal things. Don't worry about your heart, blind your inspiration, and mislead your practice."

Wang Kun gritted his teeth and said, "My junior brother has received the teachings! I will ask for help from my senior brother later!"

Feng Ming laughed and said, "Welcome at any time."

When Wang Kun returned to his seat with a dark face, Feng Ming looked around and said, "Who else would you like to come up and try it?"

"I'll try it!"

Another disciple jumped out, but this person was even worse than Wang Kun. However, this time Feng Ming gave him a lot of face. After tangling with him for more than a dozen rounds, he tapped the man's shoulder with a sword ball, causing him to defeat him.

Next, several disciples came forward to ask for advice in a row, but anyone with discerning eyes could see that these people were familiar with Su Ming. It was better to say that they were supporting the show than to compete.

After more than a dozen consecutive games, Feng Ming's aura became stronger and his eyes became more fierce. His eyes were occasionally turned to several disciples of the aristocratic families below the field, with a faint sense of provocation.

Even though these disciples of the aristocratic families were slightly annoyed, they thought they were indeed not Feng Ming's opponents. Not to mention anything else, just the forty-nine mouths of spiritual energy was enough to make them lose their temper, so they simply turned a blind eye to his eyes and sat there silently.

Elder Chen also nodded slightly on the stone platform, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

Others didn't notice this expression, but they did not hide it from Zhang Yan's eyes from the audience.

He could have seen that this time, the sword technique practiced in front of the bluestone screen wall was probably arranged, and the purpose was to allow Feng Ming to obtain this Star Sword Pill. Otherwise, why did Elder Chen repeatedly click his name without mentioning others? The meaning of it is self-evident.

The facts were similar to his guess...

Elder Chen is originally a master-disciple lineage. In recent years, seeing more and more outstanding disciples among the aristocratic family, he has a vague momentum of overwhelming the master-disciple lineage. He wants to select a few outstanding disciples to focus on training, give them flying sword magic weapons, and take the opportunity to create momentum to help them up to fight the aggressive momentum of the descendants of the Xuanmen family.

Feng Ming is one of the candidates who are appointed. This time he is called Zhuanjian, but in fact he wants to reward him with the sword pill cast from the Star Essence Sand.

If another person comes at this time, he will be able to beat Feng Ming. As long as he understands the inside story, he will probably be worried.

But Zhang Yan didn't agree with it. He had no warmth in his practice of cultivating immortals, and he wanted to fight! He wanted to seize it! If you missed this opportunity this time, you would fall one step, one step behind, and one step behind. At this time, all your concerns should be cut off and left behind, and obeyed your original intention. Thinking of this, he made up his mind.

At this time, no one on the field dared to come forward to fight Feng Ming. He shouted three times but no one responded. Just when he was proud and turned around and wanted to collect the Star Sword Pill, Zhang Yan stood up and said, "Take a quick look, let me give it a try!"

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