At the moment when thunder and fire intertwined, the expected explosion did not occur, but instead merged together in a strange way.
For a moment, Sang Luo seemed to catch something.
And at this moment, she felt that Yu Ming's movements slowed down on the martial arts field.
She seemed to have a breakthrough.
It's not a breakthrough in cultivation, but in swordsmanship!
That's it now!
The fire spirit burst out from Sang Luo's hand, and he used the ninth level of Fengli Sword Technique.
"Tiangang, Spirit Flame!"
Elder Yu Ming looked at it with a flash of excitement in his eyes.
"The ninth level of Fengli Sword Technique?"
Let him try it!
"Thunder, break the sky!"
The two figures intertwined briefly in the air and then separated. In the end, Sang Luo's sleeve was cut.
The foil sword in Yu Ming's hand turned into powder.
Yu Ming looked at the broken sword in his hand and blinked,
"This is too useless. If I had known, I would have used my Zhanlu."
Sang Luo turned around and raised his eyebrows frivolously.
"Although there is something wrong with the sword, does this count as half of my victory?"
Yu Ming glanced at her, raised his hand and took out a roll of wooden slips from the Qiankun bag, and threw it to her.
"Forget it, forget it, I got this from a secret realm before. It's of no use except to look good. It's not a skill of the Kunwu Sword Sect. You can just take it and look at it."
In this world of cultivation, it is not so easy to recruit disciples.
Especially for direct disciples of the sect, it is okay to teach swordsmanship through sword exchanges with seniors, but if the actual teaching method is called moves, it is absolutely not allowed.
The relationship between master and disciple is more important than Mount Tai.
Sang Luo took the wooden slip and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Thank you very much, senior. I have something to do first, so I'll take my leave first!"
After this battle with Yu Ming, she felt that the sword power she lacked had been supplemented, and it was time to break through.
There is still a month's buffering period before the second battle of Canglanhai eliminates demons.
As long as she breaks through Nascent Soul within a month and takes first place, it shouldn't be a big problem!
After all, among this new generation of disciples, the one who is expected to break through the Nascent Soul the fastest is Lin Qinghan.
Yu Ming looked at Sang Luo who was hurried away, then glanced in the direction of Xuefeng Peak, and murmured in a low voice,
"Su Changli, Su Changli, I have made this little girl of yours perfect. You must help him make up for the Taoism that Lin Qinghan lacks."
"..."
Here, Sang Luo also looked in the direction of Xuefeng Peak. After thinking for a moment, he turned to Xihe Hall.
But when she ran up to Xihe Hall, she saw Murong Chuxue standing in front.
Sang Luo blinked his eyes, with pleading in his eyes, and called her pitifully,
"Uncle Chuxue."
Murong Chuxue glanced at her, as cold as the ice on the top of Kunlun Mountain that had never melted for thousands of years.
"Don't be such a spoiled brat."
But fortunately, Sang Luo was not afraid of the cold and continued to take two steps forward.
"Uncle Master, I promise not to cause any disturbance and disturb your practice."
Murong Chuxue looked at her with no expression on her face.
"I haven't practiced for more than three hundred years, so I'm not afraid of being disturbed."
When Sang Luo heard this, he thought it was interesting.
So she went forward and beat Minato and asked Murong Chuxue,
"Then what are you afraid of, uncle?"
Murong Chuxue glanced at Sang Luo,
"I want you to have a baby in Xihe Palace. Lend me the Fengli Sword."
"ah?"
Sang Luo was stunned,
"Uncle Master, what do you want Fengli Jian to do?"
Murong Chuxue glanced at Sang Luo,
"Do you want to borrow it or not?"
Sang Luo hesitated for a moment, this sword is the sword cultivator's wife!
If she borrowed it, wouldn't it be considered selling her wife for glory?