Chapter 232 Dissatisfaction

Inexplicably, Cheng Feng seemed to have opened a door. He found the right direction and used the sword move of "Seven Xuan Sword Tips" in the fire one by one.

On the way to practice, what I am most afraid of is not that there is nothing, but that I can't find the direction. At this moment, the wind is looking for the right direction. Every time the "Qixuan Sword Tips" is used, it can bring a trace of fire essence in the ground fire. Even if the mana is reduced, the power of the "Qixuan Sword Tips" has not been reduced at all. Wherever the sword moves are, there are layers of invisible fire. Although the moves are unbearable, their power is not weak.

Gradually, Chengfeng's sword moves have also changed a little. It is no longer rigid and hard, but extremely casual. With a wave, it is as if it is natural.

In the next few days, Chengfeng has made great gains. Whether it is the sword moves or the understanding of the "Qixuan Sword Tips", he has made great progress. Amethyst was full of fire in the fire sword and condensed into a small fire sword, which echoed the sword meaning of the "Seven Mysterious Sword Tips".

Ten days passed in a flash, and Cheng Feng had been in the ground fire and became the embodiment of a golden ancestral fire. I don't know when the golden ancestral fire spread to the amethyst fire sword and integrated into the small sword in the flying sword.

The effect of Chengfeng Royal Sword has been improved a hundred times in an instant, running smoothly and freely.

The ground fire roared with the rise and fall of the wind's sword, and a purple flying sword loomed in the ground fire. Cheng Feng looked cold, and the fire and swords were intertwined in front of him. The golden ancestral fire on his body had been put away. At this moment, he had no protection, but the ground fire could not be approached at all.

Ceng Feng's crazy sword practice keeps practicing for a moment.

There is a good saying that it is terrible for a man to be serious. It's not wrong. Serious immortals are even more terrible.

Choose one of seven feelings!

Qiaoshenglian!

The seven-ring moon!

The passage of seven spins!

Seven nights of frost!

One for seven thoughts!

The amethyst fire sword is like a fire elf, coming and going like the wind in the earth fire.

Jianyi Chengfeng has slowly realized something, but when he performed the seventh move, he encountered trouble again.

Cheng Feng can understand the first six moves, but Cheng Feng can't figure it out.

Choose one of the seven emotions and hit the fire.

Qiaoshenglian, fire lotus sword, flowers, swords are everywhere.

Seven rings of the moon, fire and sword rings, interlocked, there is no retreat.

The seven spins pass by, and the sea of fire becomes a whirlpool, swallowing the other and giving birth to himself, never die.

Seven nights of frost, full of fire.

Stay one of seven thoughts and stay there.

The seventh move is the final move. Cheng Feng will feel resistance when he is halfway through according to his understanding of the sword. His understanding of fire has been much clearer, but he has not been able to understand the true meaning of the seventh move for a long time.

If Shen Yun is not there, the sword moves are also in vain.

The amethyst Lihuo sword flew around in the ground fire and evolved the sword light. Chengfeng's eyes suddenly flashed the situation of the sword net recorded in his "Great Yan Sword Tips". Is this last move "seven breaks without life" also in the form of a sword array?

Thinking of this, Cheng Feng's eyes opened wide.

"No life!"

A thunderous sound came from the mouth, and the burning flames of the ground fire in front of him stagnated. No madness, no chaos. Some are just a calm sea of fire.

The ground fire around Chengfeng did not move in an instant, and the amethyst shook from the fire sword, and then shook again...

In an instant, seven sword lights were formed, and Cheng Feng's face turned red. He was very difficult at this moment, because his mana consciousness had been exerted to the extreme. Each sword light bursts at the same time, instantly forming countless sword lights, intertwined to form a sword net.

The fiery sword in the original amethyst fire sword split into countless pieces in an instant and kept circulating in the sword net.

Suddenly, everything fluctuated, and in an instant, all the sword light and sword meaning exploded.

The windy amethyst left the fire sword, but it was cut up, and all the explosive power found a place to vent and swarmed away.

The small amethyst fire sword, the bearer's endless power, cut to the top.

Between the roar!

The mountain is shaken.

Nangong Wentian, who was sitting quietly in the purple bamboo forest of Zizhu Peak, suddenly opened his eyes, and his figure shook and appeared in the sky.

In the distance, a huge sword of flame cut open the mountain and cut into the sky. On the sword of flames, the flames beat rapidly, emitting a fierce momentum.

Who is refining the sword?

Suddenly, Nangong asked Tian what he thought of? After a series of shocks, his figure shook and flew there.

At the moment when Nangong asked the sky, the sword of flames facing the sky suddenly burst out.

The wind in the ground fire stared at the fire lotus that happened above his head, and a wry smile appeared on his face. The power of seven breaks is much more than he thought, but he also exhausted all the magic power in his body. As soon as his eyes were black, the wind sank into the depths of the fire.

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There is no one in the Zizhufeng council hall. Several deacons and elders in the Presbyterian Church have been busy outside for a few days. They are making some necessary preparations for the door in a few days.

In the quiet room in the council hall, He Xiaomei looked at Nangong with an angry face and asked Tian, "How dare you see him seriously injured?"

Nangong Wentian knew that his sister was in anger and carefully accompanied him. He said, "At that time, the situation was relatively special. I didn't expect him to understand a kind of sword meaning again and successfully integrated it. That move of 'seven breaks without life' is so powerful that I didn't pay attention to it, and he had already sank into the magma.

"You sound well. It's not obvious that you can't save your life!" He Xiaomei said angrily and coldly.

"Don't worry about this!" Nangong asked Tian to explain, "He used to be a refiner and refined the fire. Nothing will happen. By the way, his golden flame is of high quality. I don't know what kind of fire it is?

"After the fire of water rock refined Nanming Lihuo, the flame formed, Jinzu fire!" He Xiaomei said coldly.

"Oh, that's good, that's good! It's really good to come up with such a way!" Nangong asked Tian admiring that this talented talent is really amazing, flexible and unrestrained.

"After seven or eight months of practice, did he really understand the sword? It took nine months, and it was a bit of an achievement! Brother, what do you plan to do? Are you going to pass on his 'dragon-shaped sword formula' or several other high-grade sword formulas? He Xiaomei asked.

Nangong Wentian saw that He Xiaomei's face gradually changed. Of course, he knew that his anger had passed and said with a smile, "In fact, the 'Qixuan Sword Secret' is quite good and very suitable for him!"

"Don't play such sloppy eyes with me! I don't know what's on your mind. It hasn't been a day or two since you secretly investigated his origin. Have you found out anything? Longsheng has only been started for a few months, and it is also the 'dragon-shaped sword secret' and the 'sea of clouds is ethereal', and he was sent to the ancient cave of the Sword Pavilion! Why can't it be windy?" He Xiaomei said with a frosty face.

"Longsheng is outstanding in talent, and he is also a dragon master..." Nangong asked Tian to explain in his heart.

"Is Chengfeng's talent not good? Alchemy can make Liuyang Dan. After practicing swords for a year, you can integrate the meaning of swords! Find someone to try for me. If he can understand the sword in a year, I won't say anything, and it's up to you!" He Xiaomei planned what he said before Nangong Wentian finished speaking.

"My sister misunderstood. I didn't say that I would not pass on his sword tips! As you know, Chengfeng is the spiritual root of the three attributes of civil and fire, and there is no water spiritual root at all. Although the 'dragon-shaped sword secret' and the 'sea of clouds are not limited by spiritual roots, they are all reborn and the 'Yunlong sword secret'. If others don't know, can you not know? Yunlong Sword Secret is itself a cloud sword secret. It is not appropriate to think about these with his current cultivation. He should still spend time and energy on improving his cultivation!" Nangong Wentian explained after He Xiaomei finished her temper.

"Then tell me, what are your plans for Chengfeng?" He Xiaomei said.

"On that day, Ouyang Mingyue and several others came to worship the mountain, and the sister went out. It's normal not to know some things. They placed an order for 10,000 three-grade Liuyang Dan with a fairy order. I plan to take out a few fairy orders in the door and let Long Sheng, Cheng Feng and other disciples go to the East China Sea to practice!" Nangong asked the sky.

"Is it appropriate to send them to practice when the East China Sea is so chaotic now?" He Xiaomei said.

"It's good to be chaotic, it's easy to fish in troubled waters, and heroes in troubled times!" When Nangong asked Tian to say this, his tone was very cold.

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Cheng Feng woke up leisurely and opened his eyes. The soreness and pain all over his body made him moan.

The seventh move of "Seven Mysterious Sword Tips" turned out to be a sword move that hurt both sides, which was unexpected by Chengfeng. It drained all the power in Chengfeng's body in an instant.

"Brother, you are awake!" A strange female disciple stood in front of Cheng Feng and said respectfully. Cheng Feng didn't know her, but from her clothes, he could easily tell that she was a disciple of Dandingmen.

"Where is this?" Cheng Feng got up with difficulty and asked.

"This is Leng Meixuan. Because you were injured, He Shizu told you to take you here!" When the female disciple heard the question, she hurriedly replied.

It turned out that he had returned to Qingzhu Peak. Cheng Feng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and just came back.

Cung, who sat down, took out a bottle of elixir with his backhand, took a few pills, and began to adjust his breath.

This sword practice, the harvest of Chengfeng is huge, and the "long life formula" runs naturally. I don't know when the fetal breath has been formed. Chengfeng felt that the speed of mana in his body had more than doubled, and his power was much stronger.

When she saw Cheng Feng meditate, the female disciple quietly walked out.

A few hours later, Chengfeng woke up from entering the settlement and only felt that the surrounding scene had never been cleaned. Not to mention that it was refreshing. Just around the cold Meixuan, there was a kind of intimacy, and Chengfeng seemed to feel the meaning expressed by the grass and trees.

Opening the door, Cheng Feng went out.

Outside the door is a Meilin. At this time, Cheng Feng already knew where he was. Since he was rescued, he was going to see the master.

Through Meilin, Chengfeng saw many female disciples busy there. Unlike usual, at this moment, they had a little more respect in Chengfeng's eyes.

"Brother, Elder He is waiting for you inside!" Duan Zhi appeared in front of Cheng Feng and said.

Duan Zhi's intelligence and cautious personality make her in a good position in Leng Meixuan.

Cheng Feng smiled and said "thank you", and then walked to the master's alchemy room in front of him.

The first thing I saw when I pushed the door into the wind was He Xiaomei's cold face.

"Master!" Cheng Feng said cautiously.

"You are so good at running into the fire to refine your sword!" As soon as He Xiaomei saw Cheng Feng, she scolded and said, "You know how much time and elixir it took me to treat your wounds!"

Cong Feng also heard it at this time. With his practice of swords in the ground fire that day, it was impossible for him not to get hurt if he lost his mana. A little doubt in his heart was relieved, and Cheng Feng's mood became better. Cheng Feng answered obediently and knew that the master was for his good, so that's it.

After scolding, He Xiaomei calmed down and said, "In a few days, there will be a big comparison in the door. If you lose my Qingzhufeng's face, you can be careful!"

This is the second time the master has said such a thing. It seems that the door is very important in the master's heart.

"Go back and prepare well these days!"

He Xiaomei is still quite good to his apprentice. Although he was accepted as an apprentice at first because of Xiaoyu's affection, his alchemy talent also surprised him very much. Later, some things also showed his qualifications. Talented people should naturally be treated more strictly, which is why she spoke coldly.

Although he had already known that he had understood the meaning of sword, as Brother Nangong said, he refined his money. Although she doesn't want to lose the situation between him and Lu Zhe and Zhou Xiaohui, she has a deep understanding of Lu Zhe's strength.

What she didn't expect was that Cheng Feng gave her a surprise again. In a short year, she realized a kind of sword spirit again and successfully melted it.

After being scolded by the master, Cheng Feng returned to Green Valley again. He now has a lot of things to digest, first of all, the understanding of the "Seven Secrets of Swords", then the meaning of the sword, and secondly the "Emanence Secret".

The time of the big comparison in the door is approaching, and the Danding Gate is busy. The door is the most important thing in the five years of all the disciples of Dandingmen, because it is directly related to their status in the sect and the allocation of resources in the next five years.

It's just that this year's thing seems to be unusual, and the disciples are most concerned about the resentment between Cheng Feng and Lu Zhe.

According to the news from Xiao Wujing, who had just returned to the mountain, his disciples have set up a gambling game in private, judging the victory or defeat between Cheng Feng and Lu Zhe.

Cung is naturally not interested in these things.

His mind is now all on Lu Zhe, who is quietly standing aside, because he feels a trace of threat.

"Let's start!" With a majestic voice sounded by Ye Zhangmen, the big comparison in the door officially began.

During the period of Dabi, Cheng Feng knew a lot of people, at least he saw the core disciples of Dandingmen. Zhu Ruolan, the second sister, said a few simple words to Cheng Feng, and said a lot of things about Lu Zhe. I gave Cheng Feng a feasible way, which is to admit defeat at the right time!

It can be seen that everyone is not very optimistic about Chengfeng between Chengfeng and Lu Zhe.

Master sister Shi Xiuyun is gentle and elegant, with a beautiful temperament, but she is the same as the master, cold and the same for everyone. On the contrary, the senior sister Xia Feiqiong is lively and cheerful, talking and laughing in the crowd, which is very popular.

Zhou Xiaohui, Cheng Feng also saw it again. His high chin and a proud look made Cheng Feng hate him.

Sitting high on the side is a senior in the elders of Dandingmen.

Nangong Wentian was talking to Yan Kefeng in a low voice, with a cold face and very serious. His eyes swept over all the disciples present, and finally stayed on Guan Yi and Zhou Xiaohui for a moment, and then moved away, and the coldness in his eyes became deeper.