Chapter 307

Time is in a hurry. In a twinkling of an eye, more than a month has passed.

For more than a month, in addition to daily meditation and meditation to restore his spiritual strength, Chen Xiaoming taught the practice of spending thousands of bones.

As his own disciple, he can't be too poor. Therefore, Chen Xiaoming not only teaches the art of keeping a thousand bones to defend the sword, but also teaches the sword technique of Shushan.

This is also a helpless move. Hua qiangu's cultivation is too low now. Although these sword techniques can't enter Chen Xiaoming's eyes, they can lay a good foundation.

It's just that Hua qiangu's cultivation is too weak. It's really a little too slow to understand. Up to now, I still learn the introduction of fur.

"It seems that we should give her some help."

Looking at the painstaking cultivation every day, Chen Xiaoming's spiritual power drifted out because of his low cultivation and slow progress.

It was divided into a streamer and went straight to one place. He knew the situation for a long time in more than a month.

But after an hour's effort, he came back directly again.

"Little bone!"

The power of spirit is condensed, and the figure directly appears in front of huaqiangu.

"Master."

The sweat on her forehead was low. For more than a month, she would practice silently alone every night.

But her talent is so bad that others can fly with the sword, and she can only let the wooden sword float.

"Master, is my talent really bad?"

She was only a girl who bore all this alone. Even she began to doubt herself.

"Nonsense, you are the disciple of the teacher. How can you be poor in talent."

Looking at the latter's distressing face, Chen Xiaoming's mental body moved slightly and touched the latter's forehead.

A faint white streamer flashed away and integrated into huaqiangu's body.

In an instant, Hua qiangu noticed that a warm current flowed all over her body. The whole body seemed to be a little lighter and her spirit was more enlightened.

"Come on, little bone, you try again."

A little bit of the wooden sword on the ground, I saw it floating and flying in front of Hua qiangu.

"Yes, master."

After experiencing the warm current just now, Hua qiangu feels that he is now full of strength and has a lot of mental ability.

Looking at the wooden sword in front of me, I took a deep sigh of relief, concentrated my mind and slowly controlled the wooden sword.

The next second, the wooden sword, which had been difficult to control, seemed to lighten a lot. Just an idea, it stood up.

Hua qiangu was surprised and waved his hand again, and the wooden sword flew out in an instant.

"Master, the wooden sword seems to be lighter. I can control it."

Happy as a child, he shouted to Chen Xiaoming in surprise.

The wooden sword is constantly flying around its body under the imagination of Hua qiangu, like an arm command, which is easy and freehand.

Chen Xiaoming stood aside faintly, smiling at the corners of his mouth.

There is no wooden sword lighter, but the cultivation of Hua qiangu has been improved.

The so-called art of defending the sword, talent is only the second, and the more important thing is cultivation.

It's easy to learn low-level swordsmanship when you have high accomplishments. For example, Chen Xiaoming can use it easily as long as he has a look.

Before he left, he went to Changliu's medicine garden. Even if he was a spiritual body, the level of alchemy was not as good as the noumenon.

But in this small world, it's enough.

In order not to arouse doubt, the refined pill is also mild. Slowly improve the cultivation of huaqiangu.

"Master, look, I can fly with my sword."

After a while, Hua qiangu had stepped on the wooden sword and floated in the air. He was just afraid of heights.

"Uh huh."

Nodded and looked at the smile on the latter's face. Chen Xiaoming's memory couldn't help thinking of his first apprentice.

Time flies, but I don't know how long it has passed. I left doupo and still don't know what happened to xun'er.

"Thank you, master."

Just when Chen Xiaoming was stunned, the flower thousand bones flying in the air fell down and thanked Chen Xiaoming.

Although she is young, she is not stupid. One moment she can't resist the sword. The next second, she will.

Now calm down, what she thought was the warm current just now.

"Silly disciple, you are a disciple of the teacher. How can you fall behind others?"

Touching the latter's hair, Chen Xiaoming's eyes slowly looked at the vast starry sky.

After the cultivation of thousands of bones has been solved, it's time for me to prepare for the next ten artifact.

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the second day

"Master, are you leaving?"

Early in the morning, as soon as huaqiangu woke up, he saw Chen Xiaoming's spiritual body sitting aside and telling himself about his departure.

"Master, don't you want small bones? Where did I do it badly?"

After spending nearly three months with Chen Xiaoming day and night, Hua qiangu has had a deep relationship with Chen Xiaoming.

During the time when he became an orphan, Chen Xiaoming was always with him. The latter took care of and cared for himself like his father, which made Hua qiangu feel warm.

Now hearing the message of leaving, Hua qiangu's heart can't help tightening. His big watery eyes look at Chen Xiaoming eagerly.

"Silly disciple, being a teacher is just going out."

With a flick of his fingers, a little streamer melted into Hua qiangu's mind, Chen Xiaoming continued.

"What I gave you just now is the teacher's understanding of cultivation. You can rest assured to stay for a long time for cultivation. I will come back in one month or three months."

"I'll check your cultivation progress then. Don't be lazy!"

The pill's power is still in huaqiangu's body. With those cultivation feelings during his absence, huaqiangu should be able to improve steadily.

"Yes, master, I must practice well and I won't be lazy."

Hearing that Chen Xiaoming didn't really leave himself, Hua qiangu's small face smiled and wiped away the tears, but he became a flower cat.

Chen Xiaoming shook his head, gently wiped it off, and then told him a few words again. Then his figure moved and flew away directly as a streamer.

When Chen Xiaoming's spiritual body left, Hua qiangu immediately felt empty in his heart.

On the other side, Chen Xiaoming's spiritual power broke out. As soon as he flew out of the range of Changliu mountain, his figure moved directly, turned into a figure in white, with silver hair floating, and went straight to the seven kill sect.

His eyes are full of sharp edges and even more fiery.

It's been quiet for a long time and I haven't started with anyone for a long time. Chen Xiaoming thinks it's time to sprinkle it well.

The figure cut through the sky and stayed for seven killings. Although it was far away, it was only a long time for a strong man like Chen Xiaoming.

East China Sea, entrance to the demon world

Chen Xiaoming's figure came quickly, but he stepped into the demon world and looked at the endless desolate land. Instead of looking for it again, he drank directly.

"Kill the Qianmo, dare to come out to fight!"