Although he did not have much freedom after being confined, it was also a good opportunity to cultivate.
The time left for Fang Xing was not much, only around half a year. Within this half a year, not only did he have to breakthrough from spirit formation sixth to seventh layer, he also had to comprehend the demon race's One Hundred Eight Thousand Swords and at the very least cultivate it to small success. Only by reaching this realm, would he have the hope to fight against Xiao Jianming and take revenge for the nine uncles in Ghost Smoke Valley before Xiao Jianming succeeds in building his foundation.
After a few tests in the desolate mountains, he had a very deep understanding of Xiao Jianming's strength.
He was not an ordinary cultivator, but a combat cultivator, a ninth layer spirit formation cultivator. His attainment in the Green Cloud Nine Swords was very deep.
This kind of guy would be very scary once he succeeds in building his foundation. If he and his uncles, two foundation realm cultivators wanted to deal with him, Fang Xing felt that unless he escaped from Blue Cloud Sect, his little life would be in danger.
"You want to cultivate a mysterious art to small success in half a year?"
After hearing Fang Xing's plan, the Golden Crow's eyes widened and it quickly shook its head. "That's impossible. Even the most talented geniuses in the Chu Region can't do that. Furthermore, you don't look like a genius!"
Jinwu's words were very certain and very close to reality.
Mysterious arts were powerful and mysterious, this was a fact that everyone knew.
But it was also because of the power and mysteriousness of Xuan Spells that it was much harder to practice than Spells. If it was an ordinary person, even if it was a Foundation Realm cultivator, to practice a Xuan Spell to the small success stage, it would take at least one to three years. But Fang Xing was only a Spirit Formation Middle Stage cultivator, yet he wanted to practice it to the small success stage within half a year. This was practically impossible.
"Nothing is impossible, the courageous will die, the cowardly will die … …" Fang Xing was full of confidence.
Jinwu rolled his eyes: "What does this have to do with being courageous or cowardly?"
Fang Xing placed his sword on Jinwu's neck: "If this young master says it has to do with it, then it has to do with it … …"
"Alright, up to you!"
After staying in Hidden Dragon Valley for a few days, Fang Xing meditated all day long. To others, he seemed to be meditating seriously, but in fact, he had already entered his sea of consciousness and patiently asked Daphne about the meaning of the one hundred eight thousand swords. At this time, he seemed very serious, which scared Daphne quite a bit. He had a feeling that this little bastard would kill him the moment he learned it.
Seven days later, Fang Xing no longer entered his sea of consciousness. The one hundred eight thousand swords, three hundred and forty-two sentences, and one thousand and eighty methods were all firmly remembered by him, without a trace of confusion.
After finishing this preparation, Fang Xing directly swaggered to the entrance of the valley. Here, there were two outer disciples meditating. They belonged to the discipline hall of Blue Cloud Sect and were responsible for guarding Fang Xing. Originally, to guard an inner disciple like Fang Xing, they would send someone with a higher cultivation, and even set up a formation in the confinement area. However, the entire sect knew that Fang Xing's confinement was simply a formality, so even the discipline hall was too lazy to care about it. Instead, they just casually sent two people over. Rather than saying that they were guarding, it would be better to say that they were serving him.
Fang Xing placed the broadsword vertically on the ground, took out two mid-grade spirit stones, and threw them on the ground. He squatted in front of them, pointed at the Azure Dragon Blazing Broadsword, and asked, "Do you know what this is?"
The two disciples were a little confused, and the one on the left said, "This … This is … Senior Brother's weapon …"
Fang Xing said, "Your answer is very correct!" He pointed at the spirit stones again, "Do you know what this is?"
The eyes of the disciple on the right lit up, and he rushed to say, "Yes, mid-grade spirit stones, one can be exchanged for one hundred low-grade spirit stones!"
Fang Xing nodded, and said, "Very smart, I'll let you choose, which one will you choose?"
The two disciples looked at the low-grade spirit stones at the same time, there was no need to think about it at all!
Fang Xing laughed, and said, "I'm going out now, if you dare to stop me or tell on me, I'll deal with you immediately. If you obediently pretend that you didn't see anything, these two spirit stones will be your reward, understand?"
The two disciples' faces immediately turned a little ugly, and the disciple on the right hesitated for a moment, and resolutely took out a yellow talisman.
Fang Xing recognized that it was a voice transmission talisman, and thought that he was going to tell on him, so he was immediately annoyed, and he reached out to grab the broadsword.
The disciple hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Fang, don't misunderstand, take this talisman, if there's any situation, we'll inform you, and you just need to rush back immediately!"
Fang Xing was stunned, and then he laughed, and said, "Haha, good idea, there's still a reward when I come back!"
After saying that, he grabbed the voice transmission talisman, rode the Golden Crow, and plunged into the dense forest on the east side of the Hidden Dragon Valley.
The disciple on the right was a little hesitant, and said, "Senior Brother Hao, are we breaking the sect's rules by doing this?"
The disciple on the left sighed, and said, "Junior Brother Ye, don't blame me for not reminding you, a mere sect rule is nothing. Right now, there's a rumor in the sect that it's better to offend Senior Brother Xiao Jianming and Senior Sister Lingyun than to offend this guy!"
Junior Brother Ye was slightly stunned, and said, "Really? How could Senior Brother Xiao Jianming and Senior Sister Lingyun be worse than him? "
Senior Brother Hao smiled bitterly, and said, "Whether it's Senior Brother Xiao Jianming or Senior Sister Lingyun, they're still more or less reasonable with you, but this little devil doesn't talk reason with you at all. It's fine if you listen to him, but if you don't, he'll really chop you up …"
"Phew, Senior Brother Hao's words make sense …"
Junior Brother Ye suddenly understood, and thought that it was fortunate that he didn't stop him.
The Hidden Dragon Valley was located on the east side of the Blue Cloud Sect, and the valley entrance was on the west side. If one headed west, they would enter the boundary of the Blue Cloud Sect, and if one headed east, they would enter the dense forest of Taihang Mountains. These were all ancient forests and deep mountains that had been formed for tens of thousands of years. Apart from the occasional cultivators flying across the sky, for tens of thousands of years, there were few traces of people here, and at most, there were strange peaks. However, because the spiritual energy was all drawn to the Blue Cloud Sect, there were no demonic beasts.
And this time, Fang Xing didn't come for demonic beasts, but to find a suitable place to cultivate.
After wandering in the forest for three to four days, they finally found a huge waterfall about a hundred miles away from the mountain gate of the Blue Cloud Sect. It was thirty feet wide and up to a hundred feet high. The silver flower-like water seemed to fall from the Nine Heavens, pouring down with a loud rumble, and washing the hard bluestone below the waterfall into a horrifying deep pit. It was abnormally violent, and ordinary people would be in awe at the sight of it.
"This is it. Old Jin, go down and carry the rock!"
Fang Xing made up his mind, and pointed at a huge rock that weighed a thousand taels of gold nearby, and asked the Golden Crow to carry it up.
"Are you kidding me? Do you think Lord Jin is the kind of demonic beast that will carry bluestone? "
"You dare not to carry it?"
As soon as Fang Xing opened his eyes, he immediately drew out the Azure Dragon Bluestone Saber.
The Golden Crow shouted angrily, "I strongly object to your violent way of talking!"
Fang Xing chuckled and said, "This is the best way to deal with a scoundrel like you. But don't misunderstand, this Young Master isn't intentionally forcing you to do hard labor. The secret flying technique of the Great Peng Race that I passed on to you is focused on 'tempering'. Although you've learned it, you won't be able to increase your speed with your lazy attitude. This Young Master is helping you cultivate. You'll thank me in the future!"
"But now, I just want to curse you …"
The Golden Crow was still unwilling, and Fang Xing had no choice but to whisper a few words to it.
The Golden Crow's eyes lit up, "Really?"
Fang Xing promised, "Absolutely!"
The Golden Crow made up its mind and said resolutely, "Alright, I didn't choose you in vain. I'll carry this bluestone!"
As it spoke, it really flew over, flapped its wings, and carried the bluestone camel on its back. It placed it at the edge of the waterfall, and then, under Fang Xing's instructions, it placed seven to eight large bluestone camels that weighed three to four thousand kilograms on top of the waterfall in a row. It was as tired as a dog, squatting by the waterfall with its tongue hanging out halfway. It panted heavily, determined not to do it again.
Seeing that it was about time, Fang Xing took off his robe and slowly walked down the waterfall with his bare upper body.
The bluestone was washed by the water, and as he approached the waterfall, he was immediately shocked by the Milky Way that fell from the sky. The waterfall fell from a height of hundreds of meters, and the force was at least tens of thousands of kilograms. Even the water droplets that splashed on the bluestone and bounced off were as painful as hidden weapons when they hit the body. However, Fang Xing ignored it and was silent for a while. Suddenly, he took a step forward.
"Boom …"
He directly went under the waterfall, and the heavy water rushed down, almost smashing him into meat paste.
His skin and bones, under the terrifying waterfall, seemed to be torn apart and separated from his body.
However, this was after all, an illusion. Fang Xing's spiritual energy was condensed, and his physique was strong, so he could barely withstand the power of the waterfall.
Under the waterfall, it was impossible to breathe. After a few breaths of time, Fang Xing adapted to the impact of the waterfall. Suddenly, he gathered his spiritual energy and shouted at the Golden Crow at the top of the waterfall, "Now, push that thousand kilogram bluestone down for me!"
The Golden Crow, who was panting heavily at the top of the waterfall, was stunned.
What kind of joke is this?
Just this hundred zhang high waterfall was scary enough, and you still want to push the bluestone down?
A thousand kilogram boulder mixed with a hundred zhang high waterfall, what kind of power was this?
Even a spirit formation ninth layer expert's attack would not be able to do this!
At this moment, it even thought that it had gone crazy and was hallucinating, wanting to smash Fang Xing to death.
"Faster … …"
A urging voice came from below, telling the Golden Crow that this was not an illusion.
After hesitating for a moment, the Golden Crow shouted, "Are you sure? Lord Jin still wants to cooperate with you for a big ticket, don't take things too hard … … "
"F * ck, if you don't push it, I'll go up and chop you … …"
"F * ck, go and die!"
The Golden Crow was furious. With a flap of its wings, the thousand kilogram boulder mixed with the torrent of the waterfall and fell.
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