I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

The Light Splitting Sword, the most precious treasure of the Spirit Sword Sect.

According to the records in the classics, once the sword is activated, thousands of swords will be transformed, and the power will shake the world of Jiuzhou.

The mountain and river cauldron that Zhou Yi refined from the mortal world has been cultivated through the joint efforts of the family and sect. It has been more than two hundred years, and it can be promoted to the magic weapon of natal life, which is enough to show the preciousness of the spiritual treasure!

"The Light Splitting Sword is a top-notch spiritual treasure. After recovering its original power, the sword spirit is as powerful as the Yuanying Patriarch!"

"Even if it is a broken sword, the cause and effect are a bit big..."

Zhou Yi pondered for a long time, glanced at the young man squatting on the ground, showed an amiable smile, and waved more than a dozen treasures to shine in the air.

"Little guy, you can choose from these magical powers and miraculous medicines. How about Pindao trading this rusty sword with you?"

The young man felt that Zhou Yi was not a monster, so he asked boldly.

"Are you a fairy?"

"Why do you like to ask such questions?"

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "Poverty Dao is not a fairy, but Sun Xing, a Qi refiner in Kunlun Mountain."

Hearing this, the young man felt relieved, stood up and said: "This sword can comprehend swordsmanship, if you can teach me, then I will exchange it with you!"

"Is there such a thing?"

Zhou Yi carefully sensed the lightsaber, and the remaining spirituality was not enough to pass on the divine consciousness, otherwise he would not have been thrown into the scrap metal pile.

"Pindao has 18,000 swordsmanship, you can choose from them, the little guy will tell you in detail."

Xiao Tiezhu beheaded Jianxuan and obtained part of the inheritance of the Spirit Sword Sect. In the Wanjuan Taoist Collection, he collected countless mundane sword techniques and monk sword techniques, which are enough for a young man to practice for several lifetimes.

"My name is Lin Fan, not a kid."

Lin Fan said: "Half a month ago, I went to Uncle Li's shop and watched him forging a sword made of iron. I accidentally cut my finger, and the blood dripped on the sword. I somehow learned a volume of Misty Swordsmanship."

"In order to buy this sword, I spent half a month picking up slag and borrowed a hundred cash from a friend. It was hard to get enough!"

"Interesting! Interesting!"

Zhou Yi praised repeatedly, the mana penetrated into Lin Fan's body, it really was an extremely rare sword body.

He vaguely guessed that he understood the cause and effect, and when the lightsaber was on the verge of death, he recognized Lin Fan as the master, and tried his best to teach swordsmanship at the expense of his spirituality, but he didn't want to be annihilated silently.

When the sword spirit collapses in the future, it is likely that all spirituality will be integrated into Lin Fan's body to lay his innate foundation.

"At first, I had some doubts. When the sword spirit was about to die, he cast a spell to catch the poor. Now it seems that it was an accident, but with the arrival of the poor, this matter can have the best of both worlds!"

Zhou Yi put the lightsaber into his dantian, and his mana was always stored, and he asked with a smile.

"What kind of swordsmanship do you want to learn?"

Lin Fan frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head with a bitter face and said, "I don't know either."

"Then teach it according to the poor way."

Zhou Yi's figure flickered, and he changed from a young age to a white-haired old man. The fortune-telling flag in his hand turned into a blue sword, and he stroked his long beard gently: "This appearance is suitable for teaching people swordsmanship."

Lin Fan was dumbfounded, and said, "Immortal!"

"Don't be in a daze anymore, your sister is calling you."

Zhou Yi waved his hand to remove the restriction, and the shouts from outside suddenly came into the house, calling Lin Fan to eat.

"coming."

In the end, Lin Fan ran out in a hurry, and turned around to ask before going out.

"Do immortals need to eat?"

"Is there any wine?"

"My sister's rice wine is very delicious!"

"Lead the way ahead."

Zhou Yi was also polite, and followed to the main room.

Lin Fan murmured and introduced to his elder sister, saying that Daoist Sun is the best swordsman in the world, and seeing his extraordinary talent, he came to the door to teach him swordsmanship. It seemed that he knew that Zhou Yi couldn't hide it, and winked from time to time, begging not to expose it.

My elder sister's name was Lin Yu, and she looked at Zhou Yi with extraordinary demeanor, even if she had doubts, she didn't ask him face to face.

"Thank you, Daoist, let's sit down and eat first."

Four dishes, one soup, and farm rice wine are a thousand times better than a bowl of Lingmi, but Zhou Yi eats it with great relish.

Let's eat.

In the courtyard.

Zhou Yi lay on the grand teacher's chair, took the big bowl of tea handed over by Lin Yu, and took a sip comfortably.

"Do you want to follow me, girl?"

"No need, I still have to go to Jianfang to work."

Lin Yu hesitated for a while, then said in a low voice: "Master Dao, my parents died in a sword fight in the Jianghu. I have never allowed Xiaofan to learn swords because I was afraid..."

Zhou Yi caressed his long beard and said: "Don't worry, Pindao is different from other sects. The disciples of the sect live a very long life. After all, how can you climb the peak of swordsmanship if you lose your life!"

Lin Yu said: "Xiaofan has worshiped the Taoist priest as his teacher? Do you need to prepare Shuxiu?"

"No trouble."

Zhou Yi said: "Pindao never accepts disciples. Today, I got the benefits of the little layman, so I will teach swordsmanship for reward."

Seeing that his brother was sharpening the wooden sword excitedly, Lin Yu couldn't say anything more. He would always have to walk his own way in the future. Forcible restraint may not be a good thing.

"Xiaofan, please ask the Taoist priest."

After a while.

After Lin Fan finished sharpening the wooden sword, he played a sword game and bowed to salute.

"Please let the immortal grant the sword!"

"Pindao sees it, all kinds of swordsmanship are nothing more than strength and speed."

Zhou Yi said slowly: "If you have strong strength, you will use up your skills, and if you are fast, you can advance and retreat freely. In the morning, I will teach you how to increase your strength, and in the afternoon, you will teach you how to escape... the way to lighten your body."

Lin Fan heard something reasonable, but felt weird, as if it was a bit biased from what he expected.

Spirit Sword City is famous for its "swords", including sword casting, sword skills, etc., so ten-year-old children have heard a lot about swords, but they have never understood the truth.

"Be stronger, run faster..."

Lin Fan was suspicious, but the one who spoke was an immortal, so he could only follow suit.

"The skills created by Pindao are not in vain after all!"

Zhou Yi showed joy, and taught Lin Fan the optimized Qi and Blood Martial Arts word by word.

The condensed qi and blood come from Lingmi. When cooking at night, the fragrance is refreshing. If Zhou Yi hadn't covered it up with mana, the neighbors would have followed the smell and come to eat.

Lin Yu ate a few mouthfuls of Lingmi rice, and immediately knew that Zhou Yi was a real strange person, and all the worries in his heart dissipated.

A few months later.

afternoon.

The sun is just right, and the small courtyard is warm.

Zhou Yi was lying on the rocking chair, drinking tea while flicking his fingers.

tuk tuk tuk...

The continuous sound came from front, back, left, and right, Lin Fan looked dignified, and performed lightness kung fu to dodge and move.

Boom!

Lin Fan only felt a sharp pain in his back, his steps were chaotic, and he was hit by more than a dozen qi forces.

"You're dead again."

Zhou Yi said slowly: "Only ten people used hidden weapons at the same time, and they couldn't dodge them after half a month of practice."

"This is too difficult!"

Lin Fan's once proud youth had disappeared without a trace under Zhou Yi's repeated blows.

What is the recognition of the master of the fairy sword, what is the epiphany of the misty swordsmanship, and you have to die ten or eight times a day. According to the Taoist priest, you will die of deception, traps, sneak attacks, and poisonous killings within a few days after stepping into the rivers and lakes... …

"You spend all the time you spend showing off to your friends practicing kung fu, can it be difficult?"

Zhou Yi spoke harshly, but he was extremely satisfied in his heart. Lin Fan was extremely gifted and savvy, but it was a pity that he was born in the wrong era.

"Hey, nothing can be hidden from the immortal."

Lin Fan poured tea respectfully, and asked, "When will I be able to go out and wander the rivers and lakes?"

"Spirit Sword City is just a remote place. In the eyes of the poor, it is like an ant. There are countless strong people from all over the world. They want to walk around the world freely and happily..."

Zhou Yi thought for a while and said, "Whenever you break the mountain with a sword, you can go out."

"Break the mountain with one sword, there are such strong people in the world!"

Lin Fan has never been out of Spirit Sword City, and even seldom left the nearby fangshi. Influenced by his parents and people around him, he is full of yearning for Jianghu and swordsmen, but he has no specific concept of the strength of Jianghu swordsmen.

There is nothing wrong with what the immortal said!