Fang Qian felt the hardships he hadn't experienced for a long time in the face of the strong wind.

After all, this is the Haoran sword intent left by the junior teacher of the academy.

Although he did not move, he actually had a surging fire of hope. Before his injury could appear, he had recovered as before.

But that pain was really cut into pieces.

He wanted to scream, but Sangsang was behind him. He finally created the image of a great brother. Did he completely collapse after such a scream?

Ke Haoran, who was so sad that he was a grandmother, was not at ease even after death.

Fang Qian endured it and could only keep scolding Ke Haoran in his heart. It seemed that only in this way could he relieve some of his pain.

He used his sword scriptures to difficulty and began to realize the mystery of the Haoran sword intent with his great will.

The Sword Sutra is extremely mysterious. Even after the effect of enlightenment fruit disappears, he doesn't know how he created this Sword Sutra.

His sword scriptures practiced the body, but they were just like Buddhism, using the essence of heaven and earth to temper the body, and did not incorporate the essence of heaven and earth into the body.

While tempering the body, he also used this to temper his mind and help increase his mind power, and finally cultivated a world of swords with his mind power.

There are countless people's mind power, so once they cultivate into the world, they will have an endless sword of mind power, dripping water into a sea, and in the end they can be combined with their body and transform into a true eternal sword body that is immortal and can shake the sky and the earth.

In his speculation, that is at least the level of the Master.

Of course, at this moment, he was far from reaching this level, but it was completely possible to analyze Haoran's sword intent through the Sword Sutra.

Fang Qian did not move, and Sangsang, who was standing behind him, naturally did not dare to move. He could only hold the big black umbrella tightly, and his eyes looked at the strong wind that seemed to never stop from time to time.

On the top of the mountain, Ning Que and Long Qing had already reached the last step. At this time, the strong wind gradually became weak in the sword forest.

Fang Qian swallowed the remaining Haoran sword intent like a black hole, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"A person who has been dead for so long still cares so much about Haotian."

He thought in his heart, and couldn't help but think of the four words "dead with your eyes open".

He felt that Ke Haoran was indeed a great man, and he dared to draw his sword from the sky, but to be honest, it was quite unfair to die. Haotian of the Kingdom of God was just a collection of rules, without any feelings. If others stayed in the sky, you insisted on killing her with a sword.

Although she is Haotian and has no feelings for her, she is also a woman. If you don’t want to play in other places, you still dare to kill her. Can she bear it?

Then, Ke Haoran, who was invincible in the world, died, leaving behind countless legends.

Of course, maybe it was because of Ke Haoran's sword that Haotian really made up his mind to enter the world.

Maybe even if she destroyed Ke Haoran, she would not be able to calm her anger, so she had to kill her master, and then she naturally came down.

Thinking of this, Ke Haoran's death is really critical, and he is really dead to the point.

Fang Qian turned around and looked at Sangsang carefully. He did not look back until he became a little shy about Sangsang.

He shook his head and thought to himself, no matter how you look at it, Sangsang could not see that he was such a revenge woman in his bones. Sure enough, he couldn't understand women, especially women like Haotian.

He turned around and carefully smoothed the corners of Sangsang's clothes. Sangsang looked at him naughtyly, wondering why he suddenly became so strange.

Fang Qian smiled gently and said, "Let's go, follow me to the top of the mountain to see if your young master has won."

Sangsang immediately said excitedly: "Okay!"

Fang Qian took Sangsang through the mountain road full of painful talismans. Neither of them responded very much. Fang Qian had a strong mind power, and those talismans could not affect him at all, unless he dissipated his mind power. As for Sangsang, of course, it was not that she was not afraid of pain, but that she really didn't feel anything.

A drop of water will leave a small pit when it falls into the soil, but if it falls on a piece of steel, I am afraid there will be no rust, because it is a piece of Haotian brand stainless steel.

Then they saw a wooden door.

Their speed was very fast. When they walked to the wood gate, Ning Que and Long Qing were still addicted to the illusion.

So the twelve people waiting on the mountain under the big green trees noticed them.

Among the twelve people were men and women, either sitting or standing, some were carrying sanxian guqin, some were holding chessboards under their armpits, some were a very ancient flute through their knees, some were holding a tight embroidered cloth frame in their hands, and a thin needle was held between the other fingers.

There was also a strong man standing behind the tree with his upper body naked, holding a very heavy hammer in his hand. His eyes were staring at the high ancient crown above his second senior brother Jun Mo from time to time, his eyes full of eagerness to try.

Although Chen Pipi had told him about his thoughts before and restrained him for a while, he still couldn't suppress his thoughts.

But no one paid attention to this at this time.

The man carrying the Sanxian Guqin looked at the two people in front of the wood gate and couldn't help but ask in surprise: "How did they come here."

The second senior brother said seriously: "Of course I came here."

These words are obviously equivalent to farting, and naturally they cannot satisfy people.

Yu Lian, who was a little distance from them, looked quiet and stable. At this moment, he suddenly said, "The young man is called Fang Qian. It seems that he had a fight with his second senior brother yesterday, and he doesn't know what the result is."

Obviously, she said this to be somewhat explanatory, but she actually wanted to know the result of that battle.

The other people looked surprised, but they didn't expect that the young man would dare to fight with his second senior brother. At this moment, they were exactly the same as Chen Pipi at that time.

So they looked at the second senior brother and waited for the second senior brother to say something.

The second senior brother didn't seem to want to say it, but since all the junior brothers and sisters wanted him to say it, he said with a serious expression: "It's indeed a very strong boy, but he can't beat my sword, but I can't hurt him either."

Of course, he couldn't hurt him. Yesterday he stabbed Fang Qian at least thousands of swords, but in the end, Fang Qian had nothing to do. Fang Qian's sword was indeed very strong and unusual, but after half a day of fighting, it became very boring, so he had to stop the battle and counted as a draw.

But to others, it is very strange. It can't be defeated but cannot be hurt. What does this mean?

Everyone thought about it for a while but they couldn't figure it out, but obviously the second senior brother would not say more, so they had to give up.

At this time, the embroidered woman suddenly asked, "Then how did the woman next to him come up?"

Everyone was silent, obviously not knowing where the girl came from. Suddenly, Chen Pipi looked at it for a while and shouted, "Ah, I understand. This should be the little maid Ning Que often mentioned."

At this moment, the little maid in his mouth walked easily to the wooden door, and then wrote a word with his fingers after the three words on the door sign.
Chapter completed!