010 first duel

Three months later, Tianbao came to explore Yang Zifan's situation once. Under his gaze, Yang Zifan felt very uncomfortable.

In the past three months, Yang Zifan has not practiced according to the method given by taking care of Ming, but promoted the heart of the nine-leaf green lotus to absorb the spirit of heaven and earth every day according to the experience of the first leaf blooming. In the past three months, there has been no effect, and the purple mansion simulated by the trick of deception naturally stayed three months ago.

He was afraid of Tianbao's real blame and secretly looked at his face.

Tianbao's real face changed slightly, and then took Gu Ming out of the door and said a few words at the door. Yang Zifan's facial features became very sensitive after the last epiphany.

Although the conversation between the two people outside the door was whispered, they did not deliberately hide it, so Yang Zifan heard it clearly.

Tianbao Zhenren said, "Gu Ming, has Yang Zifan been seriously refining his spirit in the past three months?"

Gu Ming said, "I've been watching it for three months, very seriously and without any relaxation."

Tianbao stopped for a moment. Yang Zifan heard a sigh, and then heard it again: "It seems that the qualifications are really limited. I'm afraid Yang Zifan can't break through the threshold of the valley period. In this way, don't tell him about this when you go down. By the way, ask your third brother Qian to prepare a place for him to be a handyman in the faction, so that he can slowly get used to it and prepare for the future!"

Then only Brother Gu Ming came in.

Although they don't understand Yang Zifan's situation, the heart of Jiuye Qinglian has not changed at all in the past three months except for becoming full and moist, so when he heard these words word by word, Yang Zifan's heart was like a needle, and he was worried about whether he would stagnate.

Gu Ming saw Yang Zifan's expression, and his locked eyebrows slightly relaxed. He stepped forward and said to Yang Zifan, "Little brother, Master said that as long as you practice diligently, you are worse than others."

Yang Zifan smiled bitterly and knew that his brother was deceiving himself in good faith, so he pretended to be very happy and nodded repeatedly.

After that day, in addition to going to Sichen Mansion, Yang Zifan would go to the front mountain with Qinglin to cut down trees the next morning. Ordinary disciples could easily cut down pine trees after three months of practice. It took Yang Zifan half a year to cut the pine tree for the first time. However, this is not that Yang Zifan cut down the pine trees before, but that he deliberately cut down the pine trees with his own strength without using Zhenyuan in his body, which is a great encouragement to him.

Half a year later, there was no wind or rain, and his body was quite strong, and he would not be out of breath when he did not walk through the whole mountain road with Zhenyuan.

After that time, Tianbao appeared twice in a row. One morning, Yang Zifan saw him standing on the mountain and watching himself and the green forest cut trees. Another time, he quietly came to Sichen's house to read his literacy.

After these two times, maybe Tianbao Zhenren gave up his expectations, and Yang Zifan never saw Tianbao Zhenren again.

Yang Zifan didn't care. He knew that others could help him with his cultivation. Every day, when there was no one in the ginkgo courtyard, he would quietly solve the magic formula, turn the green lotus to absorb the spirit of heaven and earth, and sometimes even stay up all night, which can be said to be extremely hard. Although the cultivation is still slow, Yang Zifan is now able to control the cyan flame.

During this period, he did not forget to inquire about the various situations of the five elements of magic weapons, and finally accidentally found that the holy dragon order hanging on his chest was metallic, and the Qingluan fairy armor given by the master was naturally also fire attribute. In this way, he has two fairy weapons with different attributes. In this way, as long as he finds the other three, he can launch four arrays.

At the same time, he also heard Qinglin say that the pine tree he cut every day is actually a good wooden magic weapon material, but the material of good material is rare in a hundred years.

This tree is called ironwood pine. It can grow as thick as a leg in 30 years. After 30 years, it shrinks by one inch every 50 years. At that time, the color of fine iron will appear on the surface of the trunk. The thinner the iron pine bark, the thicker the color of fine iron on the body, and the harder the wood will be.

However, Tiemu Pine does not grow in the small front mountain of Cuiyunfeng of Tianyuan School. The place where Yang Zifan and Qinglin cut down trees every day is only transplanted.

As for the real birthplace of ironwood pine, it is in the depths of the forest stretching on the side of Cuiyun Peak, where pine and cypress trees are forested and are rarely visited. Although it is said that someone once saw a finger thick ironwood pine there, which shocked five real people to send three people to explore in depth, but two days and two nights later, the three real people returned happily and did not find any trace of a finger of thick ironwood pine.

After hearing this legend, Yang Zifan confirmed that something had happened and was excited for a long time, as if this iron pine was prepared for him. He had entered this forest three times in half a year.

After the morning class, Yang Zifan felt in a good mood, so he walked towards the side mountain of Cuiyunfeng with a firewood knife. When he went up to the side mountain, he saw that the mountains were green, layer by layer, the mountain breeze passed, and the pines and cypresses were undulating, like the waves of the sea.

Yang Zifan took a deep breath of the unique fresh emptiness of the mountains, and his heart suddenly widened. He walked into the forest with a firewood knife. There were bursts of birds. He chose a road that he had never walked before and explored all the way in. The thin fog around him floated in the forest, like a veil.

After walking for a while, it has been completely submerged in the green ocean, surrounded by pines, luxuriant branches and leaves, and a little light penetrated through the cracks of the leaves, forming a beautiful light and shadow effect in the air. Yang Zifan enjoyed this beautiful scenery all the way and casually split the grass in front of him to block the way.

There was another messy branch in front of him. Just as he picked up the firewood knife, his raised hand suddenly stopped in mid-air. Because he saw a person.

This man is dressed in white and has a jade belt on his waist. There is a black pebble hanging on the jade belt, his eyebrows are slightly slanted, and he looks like he is looking for stubble. This person is nothing else, but the bright moon he met in Xiaoqian Mountain half a year ago.

I don't know why there is a rare place at this moment.

However, from his smiling and non-smiling dancy expression, Yang Zifan knew that nothing would happen when he came here this time.

Sure enough, Mingyue took two steps forward and looked at Yang Zifan and said, "Fool, do you want to go here?"

Yang Zifan nodded.

Mingyue raised her foot and put it on the tree trunk beside her, pointed to her**, and smiled, "If you want to go there, you can climb over from here."

Yang Zifan's heart tightened, and the firewood knife was put down by him, but he squeezed it a little in his hand. He shook his head and said, "Why?"

Mingyue frowned, and a look of ridicule appeared on her face, "Just because you are a fool, do you drill or not?"

"No drilling!" Yang Zifan answered simply and resolutely.

"Then you can taste my green sword today."

The words fell, and the long sword behind Mingyue rose up and slowly floated beside him. The green light on the sword spit out slightly, like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, which may bite you at any time.

"I won't fight with you." Yang Zifan turned his head and walked back. He knew that Mingyue's cultivation had reached the valley period, which was one layer higher than himself. He also had the treasure green blade of Yuzhufeng's vein in his hand. It was difficult for him to beat him, but he also knew that no one could help him today, just as Master told him when he left, he had to know how to be smart. These days he slowly understood. Some.

This fake did not fight, but just led him to attack. At that time, let him taste the Qinglian underworld fire (the name of the flame melted in Yang Zifan's body) and the power of deception that he has cultivated for half a year.