Chapter 107

Qin Xuan stood up slowly. With a smile on his handsome face, he stepped forward and walked forward with ease.

Without a pause, his steps continued to rise. However, the direction of this time was slightly different from that just now. It was still easy to fall down, just like stepping on the flat ground.

"Hmm? It's a little interesting!" In the void, the middle-aged man's slightly lazy eyes suddenly opened, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, continuing to observe Qin Xuan.

The speed at Qin Xuan's feet was very stable, and every movement seemed extremely harmonious and natural, which made it hard to believe that he was under triple pressure at this time.

"Yes, show me your fastest speed and let me see where your limit is." The middle-aged man walked out of the void and said slowly that he is more and more fond of Qin Xuan now. He is calm, has good talent and understanding, and is extremely modest, which is very rare in young people.

The corners of Qin Xuan's mouth rose slightly, and a sharp color flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, the light of the sun on his body bloomed, and the pressure on his shoulders was reduced a lot. Ling Xu stepped out too high, and his step was steady. The whole person seemed relaxed and did not deliberately pursue speed.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction, and a touch of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Gradually, as Qin Xuan became familiar with the power of three times the pressure, his speed began to accelerate. Ling Xu stepped up and stepped out crazily without any scruples. Thousands of residual shadows flashed around him, and everything around him seemed to become blurred.

Every movement of his seems to be filled with a very mysterious artistic conception, ethereal and light like the wind, floating and soft. No matter how terrible the pressure around me is, I turn myself into a breeze and overcome it with softness.

Qin Xuan didn't know when his eyes closed. He seemed to be immersed in his own world. The only idea in his heart was to run and free himself. All distractions were abandoned, which had nothing to do with him.

"He understood the artistic conception of the wind!" The look of the middle-aged man kept changing. At first, he could keep calm, and then he was surprised. When he saw Qin Xuan moving freely, his face was only deeply shocked.

You know, even for himself, it took him half a month to understand the artistic conception of the wind, and even he has been proud of it. However, Qin Xuan understood the artistic conception of the wind in just six or seven days, and easily surpassed him.

This means that Qin Xuan's talent should surpass him!

At the thought of this, the middle-aged man could not help but look unnatural on his face. The strong man in the yuan kingdom was not as good as the younger generation in the Kaiyuan kingdom. If those people knew, the consequences would be unimaginable

"Cough, it seems that you are not too useless." The middle-aged man looked up at the sky and said casually to Qin Xuan. His tone was very flat, as if Qin Xuan's talent was nothing in his eyes.

Qin Xuan's figure suddenly stopped. He was ecstatic. He looked at the middle-aged man and shouted respectfully, "senior."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "although you have ordinary talent, you don't need to belittle yourself. It took six or seven days to understand the artistic conception of the wind, but at least you did. You passed this time."

Qin Xuan's expression suddenly froze. The elder really didn't forget to hit him all the time. Did he really understand the artistic conception of the wind in six or seven days? Was it as slow as he said?

"Well, I don't know how long it took the elder to understand the artistic conception of the wind?" Qin Xuan asked suspiciously.

"How long did it take? Well, I can't remember this clearly. Let's not mention it." The middle-aged man showed an air of thinking. In order not to let Qin Xuan continue to ask questions, he quickly opened the topic: "well, your artistic conception of wind only stays at the first level, and it still needs more time to consolidate."

"The first realm, the elder means that the artistic conception of wind has multiple realms?" Qin Xuan asked, puzzled. Before, he only knew the power of artistic conception, but he was not very familiar with it.

"Nonsense!" The middle-aged man was a little angry, but when he saw that Qin Xuan didn't seem to know anything, he explained impatiently: "not only does the artistic conception of wind have multiple realms, but other artistic conceptions also have different realms. After all, everyone's understanding degree is different, so naturally it can't be generalized."

Qin Xuan looked slightly frozen, and a dignified color appeared on his face. He arched his hand to the middle-aged man and said, "please also show me how to divide the realm of artistic conception."

"The division of realm is very simple, followed by the initial realm, the entering realm and the mysterious and wonderful realm. Reaching the mysterious and wonderful realm is the peak of artistic conception power." The middle-aged man continued to explain.

"Then how to distinguish the differences of each realm?" Qin Xuan said.

"The initial state, as the name suggests, is a preliminary understanding of the power of artistic conception. This level is only the rudiment of artistic conception. For example, you have just reached the initial state of artistic conception of wind, but you can simply use the power of wind for you. Therefore, this state is also called artistic conception."

Qin Xuan's eyes flashed and seemed to understand something. The artistic conception of his sword was only the initial level. Every time he released the artistic conception, he condensed his artistic conception by the sword spirit on the soul of the holy sword, but he couldn't do it himself.

"The so-called entering the realm is derived from the meaning of transcendence. At this time, the power of artistic conception has exceeded the ordinary. With the help of artistic conception, you can create the artistic conception yourself. When you fight with your opponent, you can directly release the artistic conception and let the other party be in your own artistic conception." The middle-aged man added.

"What about the mysterious and wonderful realm?" Qin Xuan continued to ask.

This time, the middle-aged man didn't answer quickly. He pondered for a moment before slowly saying: "there is no specific standard for the division of the mysterious and wonderful realm. It varies from person to person. If the artistic conception imagined in his heart is different, the final mysterious and wonderful realm will be different."

Qin Xuan's eyes flickered and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly. It seemed that he didn't understand the explanation of the middle-aged man.

"Everything is not constant. Even if it is an ordinary stone, its role may be very different in different people's eyes. I know that you have practiced the power of the sword and the artistic conception of the violent and sharp sword you pursue, then the sword you take is the way of killing and cutting, pursuing absolute power and killing everything."

"However, not everyone's Kendo is the same. Some people pursue light Kendo and give full play to the flexibility of the sword. Some people pursue heavy Kendo, and a sword falls as heavy as Mount Tai. Some people pursue fast Kendo, and a sword produces thousands of swords. All the sky is a shadow of the sword. If they pursue different swords in their hearts, the mysterious and wonderful realm they finally achieve will be different. Push it and others The same is true of artistic conception. "

The words of the middle-aged man were very profound. Each sentence struck Qin Xuan's heart like an ancient bell, which made him deeply remember these words.

"As the elder said, does that mean that even if I don't use the sword, I can release the artistic conception of the sword?" Qin Xuan suddenly asked.

"Yes, the reason why you use the sword is just to help you understand the artistic conception of the sword. When you reach the mysterious and wonderful realm, no matter what weapon you use, you can release the artistic conception of the sword." The middle-aged man nodded admiringly.

The reason why he hesitated just now was to think about whether he was in a hurry to talk to Qin Xuan about these things, but now it seems right. Unexpectedly, Qin Xuan touched the essence of artistic conception so soon, and he couldn't help taking a higher look at him.

"I see. Thank you for your advice!" Qin Xuan suddenly became solemn and made a deep bow to the middle-aged man to show his respect.

When the middle-aged man saw Qin Xuan so, his heart was warm. His eyes looked at Qin Xuan and couldn't help but change subtly. He waved his hand carelessly and said, "don't call me elder all day. It's really ugly. My name is Luo Ze. Just call me brother Luo."

"Luo... Brother?" Qin Xuan suddenly looked black and thought that the elder was really informal. They didn't know how old they were. They even thought of matching their brothers. As expected, they were bold and rough.

"Why, don't you want to?" Luo Ze's face was suddenly cold, and the violent atmosphere swept out. His sharp eyes stared at Qin Xuan, as if Qin Xuan didn't agree and came directly under coercion.

"No problem, of course!" Qin Xuan had to tremble and smile. Suddenly, there was a brother from the realm of the king of yuan. He really couldn't adapt, just like a dream.

"That's pretty much the same." Luo Ze nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Qin Xuan with a smiling face and said, "Qin little brother, do you know what my noumenon is?"

Qin Xuan looked stunned. He knew that Luo Ze should be a big demon in the broken soul mountain, but he really didn't know what kind of monster his body was.

"Watch it."

He suddenly burst into a strong light, and his body kept rising, like a hill. Behind him, a pair of huge purple wings opened in an instant. In an instant, a violent breath filled the air, like the power of the king, and the aura between heaven and earth was disordered,

Facing Luo Ze's body, Qin Xuan only felt that his chest was dull and his breath was out of breath. Zhenyuan in his body suddenly rioted. This was the pressure of the strong. After all, there was a big gap in their strength.

Luo zeshuo's big eyes glanced at Qin Xuan. Then Qin Xuan only felt that the threat shrouded in him dissipated in an instant. He looked at Luo Ze's huge body, and his eyes gradually gushed out with surprise. The behemoth in front of him seemed to be a giant tiger!

"My noumenon is lightning thunder winged tiger, and the ultimate goal set by qinglao for you is to persist in three breath time under the authority of my noumenon."

After Luo Ze became the noumenon, his voice also became vigorous and low. Qin Xuan sounded like thunder, and his eardrums seemed to burst. However, the shock in his heart was going to be more violent!

Is it possible for him to persist in three breath time under the pressure of the fourth order monster!