Chapter 242

After winning the top ten in winter hunting, Yun Yan and Fang Fen became disciples of climbing hall. They usually practice in the field of climbing disciples.

The content of the practice of the disciples in the hall is not only to refine Qi but also to improve cultivation. It is basically to refine Qi and emit sword Qi.

Most of the disciples who went to the hall were practicing in the Xuanling state, and they had reached the realm requirements that they could release internal Qi and external Qi, and refine Qi to hurt people.

Yun Yan and Fang Fen have solid basic skills, so as soon as they practice aura, they will soon be able to integrate into the swordsmanship.

Zhou Hao, on the other hand, has no basic skills and relies too much on the system.

He can emit sword Qi and Dao Qi, but he can't control the sword Qi at will like ziye.

Although he can make the sword Qi stagnate, it is not like purple leaves that can directly weave a bamboo forest like sword Qi!

In the battle, he relied on the talent that was deprived by the system, so on the whole, he could barely match his cultivation in the spirit state.

The place where taixuanzong's disciples practiced sword was called "Qingyun peak", which means to make a good progress.

All the disciples of each courtyard will practice here. Except for the need to find a quiet place to refine aura and improve their accomplishments, most of the rest of the time is here.

Zhou Hao is almost all immersed in Qingyun peak, because he can practice sword while refining Qi.

Two at the same time, progress at the same time!

"Senior brother Zhou Hao, what are you doing here?" Fang Fen and several younger martial sisters come to Zhou Hao.

At this time, Zhou Hao was leaning against a rock and facing a cedar tree in a daze.

He said lightly to Fang Fen: "practice sword spirit."

Practicing sword spirit?

Do you have any practice like this?

I don't know. I thought he was sleeping lazily.

"Practicing sword spirit?" Fang Fen looked at him suspiciously. He did not see his sword in his hand, let alone his sword.

If you don't make a sword, how can you get it?

At least they think so now that they are just stepping into the mysterious spirit realm.

Zhou Hao smiles and doesn't speak. Instead, he keeps staring at the cedar in front of him.

Fang fennel and others looked at it several times, still did not see what way, they gave up.

"Well, then we won't disturb elder martial brother Zhou Hao's" practicing sword spirit "~" a group of girls giggled.

"Elder martial brother Zhou Hao, let's go to the meditation pool for gas refining. I won't disturb you!"

They walked away with a smile.

Zhou Hao answered casually and continued to stare at the cedar in front of him.

He is really practicing his sword spirit. He is practicing Qi into silk.

He made up a scene in front of him: how can a sword Qi be divided into countless "gossamer" sword Qi?

So, instead of staring at the cedar tree, he was staring at his own imaginary demonstration.

Now, in this "picture", that sword Qi has been successfully disassembled by Zhou Hao into 998 wandering silk sword Qi. It is only two times that we need to take apart to reach the realm of "thousand silk"!

He has disassembled it countless times, just in order to make himself feel "confident" and then release the sword to dismantle the real sword spirit.

One sword Qi is broken into thousands of threads, and ten sword Qi is countless threads!

A hundred, a thousand, is endless!

"Hoo ~"

Zhou Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and finally broke down a sword Qi into a thousand silk!

Of course, it was disassembled in his own imagination. Now that he has a plan in mind, it is time to practice the sword!

He stood up, took his sword, and took a long breath.

Now he's really staring at the cedar in front of him