Pia, there seemed to be something shattering, and also like something breaking.
Ling power, sword moves, in front of Wei Sheng, they seemed to be of no use. He used reality to tell everyone that their cultivation had entered the wrong path. Gradually, people started to copy Wei Sheng's cultivation method, and methodically practiced the basic sword moves that they had put down for a long time.
In the past, everyone had been troubled by the lack of guidance, and were like headless flies. Right now, Wei Sheng's sudden appearance caused all the sword xiu to see hope. If this was any other sect, a disciple like Wei Sheng would still be a disciple. But here, Wei Sheng quickly became the teacher of all the sword xiu. No one doubted every word he said.
"Go back and rest," Zuo Mo said warmly after recovering. His hands moved at the same time. Dozens of lights of different colors poured out like a storm, entering the empty space around him and disappearing.
"Actual combat? Oh, it really is necessary. "Pu Yao propped up his chin and blinked his bloody pupil.
Even if it was Wei Sheng!
These methods that he was most familiar with were easily used by him. He was like a cunning wolf, waiting for a chance to roam. When he saw a chance, he would leap and bite off a piece.
"En en, let's plan. How about this … …"
"Yes, there are fiend souls outside, and even more powerful fiend soul beasts. Aren't they the best targets for actual combat?" Nian Lu inserted.
He was a freak with a weak body and low cultivation, but his heart was strong and vicious.
Nan Yue and Cang Ze were at the end of their strength. They could barely hold on. Seeing the situation, they released a breath and quickly left without any hesitation.
The cruelest method of growth had created Gongsun Cha.
The pitiful fiend soul beasts had been safe and sound in this fiendish mist for tens of thousands of years, but because of Wei Sheng's words, they had encountered a calamity.
Was this a joke? They were the direct descendants of a Sky Yao, even if they were only in name, when would it be someone else's turn to teach them?
"Yes! Fuck them! "
There was no way around it. This student of his was the most realistic!
"But what actual combat," someone muttered.
His consciousness became stronger and stronger. Receiving help, his calculations became even more accurate, and his control of his consciousness became easier. It was like they had turned from the initial rookies to elite soldiers.
The spectators did not dare to move.
Pu Yao smirked inside.
Hmph! A mere Core Formation …
"Teacher Wei's words are too f * * king powerful!" Although Lei Peng did not cultivate in the sword scripture, he never slacked in his lectures. Wei Sheng's words today greatly suited his taste. The young Wei Sheng was called Teacher Wei by everyone.
With a wave of his hand, the Demon Refinement Hall opened up.
The more he thought, the more discontent he felt. Pu Yao immediately ordered the entire Guard Camp to close off. What was the big deal about the lecture hall? When it comes to cultivation, hmph, who can compare to me?
He stood on the empty battlefield, his mind abnormally clear.
Gongsun Cha did not know what had happened in the camp. Wei Sheng's arrival did not affect him much. When he had left Wu Kong Mountain, he had just entered the sect for a little more than a month. He didn't have any feelings towards Wu Kong Sword Sect. He had only heard of this eldest shixiong, Wei Sheng. It was the first time he had seen him in person.
If it was an ordinary person, their first thought in such a situation would be to protect themselves.
Gradually, a trace of understanding rose in his heart.
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His divine soul fluctuated violently. Once the bead entered his mouth, the turbulent soul base source was like the tide and almost swallowed him. His Divine Soul was like a boat, struggling in the big waves.
Even though the gates of the camp were tightly closed, but Shu Long and the others still saw every action of Vermillion Bird Camp.
Going around, penetrating, surrounding … …
Even more, there was still the Golden Souls! After absorbing a thread of Golden Soul, his soul had greatly stabilized. Other than releasing a breath, he desired the remaining Golden Souls even more. At this critical juncture, of course, he had to prove his worth.
Just like how he commanded Vermillion Bird Camp, he commanded his consciousness.
"It's not that there is no real combat," Ma Fan said gravely. Ever since he had been defeated by Wei Sheng last time, he had reflected for a long time. He had come from an unorthodox background of cultivating the sword. He did not understand many things, and had buried many hidden dangers. Now that he had been picked out by Wei Sheng, he had benefited greatly. He had to think over every word that Wei Sheng said multiple times.
When he left the Wasteland Beast Chessboard, Zuo Mo finally felt how much his consciousness had been expended this time. He hurriedly entered meditation to recover his consciousness.
Zuo Mo understood. This was the first time Nan Yue and Cang Ze had cultivated a new yao art. After using it this time, they would definitely be exhausted.
A trap!
If Guard Camp was suppressed by Vermillion Bird Camp, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for him?
Gongsun Cha's cultivation was the lowest in the entire troop, but in terms of mental fortitude, even Zuo Mo had underestimated the strength of his mind. From the time he had come into contact with being a battle general, he had stubbornly endured under Pu Yao's repeated attacks. In that period of time, Pu Yao had not given any guidance. Gongsun Cha needed to continuously find patterns from his failures. There was no encouragement, no support, only failure.
If Wei Sheng's cultivation had been in the past, everyone would have felt it was very stupid. Who could have thought that a jindan xiuzhe would spend four hours a day like a beginner, hacking and stabbing with the sword? But he quickly used reality to let everyone understand just how important basic cultivation was.
Nan Yue and Cang Ze's actions instantly intimidated the yao.
At this time, his entire body was bright red like a cooked shrimp. He was handsome to start with, and his face had the bashfulness and bashfulness unique to youths. At this time, his entire body was red and he was even more adorable.
Nan Yue's breathing was slightly panting. Her hand holding the vine bow, she stood beside Zuo Mo and looked warily at the surroundings. Cang Ze's forehead was covered in sweat. The grey-green mist on his body was much fainter than before.
This formed Lil 'Miss' vicious fighting style, but few people knew that he was even more vicious to himself.
Wei Sheng's Sword Lecture Hall was filled with people every day.
Such a fantastical competition caused all of Vermillion Bird Camp to sink into a deathly silence for several days. Wei Sheng's performance completely toppled the common knowledge that they had formed for a long time.
However, this plan was mercilessly killed by Pu Yao.
Originally, Shu Long, A Wen, and the other core members of Guard Camp had also planned on attending the Sword Lecture Hall. Even though Wei Sheng was talking about cultivating the sword, but there were many things that they could learn from.
He gradually took control of the situation.
Their sudden appearance and the thunderous moves that followed immediately extinguished the thoughts of some yao that wanted to fish in troubled waters.
His consciousness was like a tornado that swallowed the last thread of soul source.
Zuo Mo coldly looked around. Many yao lowered their heads and didn't dare to meet his gaze. His gaze paused on Ming Jue Zi. This unfamiliar yao smiled slightly at him.
He had used lianqi sword moves, lianqi ling power to sweep away the experts of Vermillion Bird Camp, including Ma Fan.
But Gongsun Cha's personality was vicious and decisive. At the first moment, he started to crazily steal in a suicidal manner. As he struggled, he continuously swallowed soul source to strengthen himself. The degree of danger was the most dangerous that Gongsun Cha had ever experienced in his cultivation.
How could the proud Pu Yao tolerate this kind of result?
Wei Sheng's voice was not excited, but his determined gaze, and the unwavering tone caused the blood of all the sword xiu to boil.
Even though Pu Yao was a yao, but he was not unfamiliar with the ways of mo. What he talked about was not limited to [Hardship Guard]. If those mo academies of the mo territories were sitting here and listening, their hearts would have jumped. The hardship guards only listened obediently. Many places made them feel enlightened. As to anything else, they didn't feel anything.
Pu Yao also placed his attention on the fiend soul beasts. He didn't have any intentions of discussion. With a wave of his hand, he ordered.
His consciousness quickly grew, and he became even more proficient.
For him, this was just another battle. The dangerous situation did not cause him to waver at all. The resolve that had been forged from Pu Yao's countless abuse was as steady as a rock. What he was most skilled at was finding a sliver of a chance in a situation where there seemed to be no chance.
Ha, so this was what it was like to be a battle general!
Compared to the sword xiu of Vermillion Bird Camp, the hardship guards of Guard Camp had pitifully little battle experience. Also, they had all started as xiu slaves, and were truly unorthodox. It could be said that the innate hardship guards were much weaker than the sword xiu of Vermillion Bird Camp.
The soul source was so turbulent, and he was so small and weak. He wasn't panicked at all. On the contrary, he was very excited because he found the pleasure of fighting. This pleasure was like a drug addiction, and he was deeply intoxicated.
The purple vine arrows were as fast as lightning. None of the yao dodged. The purple light that flashed through the air tore through the air. The grey-green streak was strange and ever-changing. It was like an assassin wearing a human skin mask, impossible to defend against. In the blink of an eye, the murderous assailants all turned into white light and disappeared.
For Pu Yao, this was humiliation. That's right, humiliation!
"This sword formation is a good thing. It can help you comprehend sword essence. However, do not rely too much on external objects. We are sword xiu. What is sword xiu? Other than the sword, there is nothing else! No matter if you have comprehended sword essence or not, when you start to cultivate the sword, your heart is like a sword embryo. You need to continuously temper it, grind it, make it even more pure, and even more resilient. Then how can you temper and sharpen your Sword Heart? Fight, continuously fight! No fighting, no sword xiu. We sword xiu came to this world with our edge! "
This thread of understanding became clearer and clearer, so clear it was like it was behind the paper window. If one poked it, they would be able to see it.
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The spectators all shook inside.
He did not ponder the meaning in Ming Jue Zi's smile and left the Wasteland Beast Chessboard.
In the Sword Lecture Hall, Wei Sheng said what he had just said. Everyone quickly gathered together after class and discussed in whispers.
They might not be like Ming Jue Zi and immediately see that Nan Yue and Cang Ze were using high level yao arts, but they could still see the unusualness of the two yao arts. Nan Yue and Cang Ze had been in the illusory formation. The yao had been attracted by Zuo Mo and had not detected anything.
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Guard Camp started to move.
He was a true sword xiu!
The furious wave of soul attacks caused him to waver. However, he was extremely calm as he slowly swallowed the wandering soul source.
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