C18 Sword

"Brother Mu, dare I ask, how do you know so much about my race's spear arts?" The wine had been drunk, the apologies had been made, and it was time for serious business to begin.

Actually, the Xiang Zhou didn't care that much about it, because he knew why it was so, but he still wanted to know the result from someone else.

"I've seen a person play with this spear before, and the two of them had a spar. That's why I know a bit about it." This was something that Mu Ming had thought of a long time ago, so when Xiang Zhou asked him about it, he did not panic at all. However, even if Mu Ming did not think it through, the result would not happen.

"So … I wonder if that person is still well? " After that, he looked at Mu Ming, wanting to know his expression.

However, when Mu Ming heard it, his expression did not change at all. He continued to drink his wine and taste it carefully. "Well, it seems like I don't know."

Hearing that, Xiang Zhou's expression changed constantly. He furrowed his brows for a moment and felt comfortable for a moment. His emotions surged greatly and no one knew what he was thinking about.

The Mu Ming would naturally not pay attention to him, but he knew that the Xiang Zhou was obviously related to that lance wielder, but the expression the Xiang Zhou gave him was as if the relationship between the two wasn't very good, at least for now, if he thought like this, perhaps he would not know it in the future, it was just a guess.

"Come, come, let's drink. Brother Mu, when do you plan on going to the Three Pagoda? How about we form a group?" Xiang Zhou opened his mouth and changed the topic. He randomly picked a topic to talk about.

"Looks like I'll have to trouble Brother Xiang in the end. However, I still want to get to know him and make some plans. Therefore, I shall not waste Brother Xiang's time."

The few of them talked for a long time, but did not get the desired result. Xiang Zhou did not have much resentment, but his follower, Chang Mian, kept complaining in Xiang Zhou's ears.

After drinking some good wine, Mu Ming felt a little dizzy. Then, he went back to sleep and laid himself on the bed.

The place Mu Ming lived in was a house that was arranged according to the value of the jade tablet.

It seemed that the order to motivate every student was based on the respect from the outside world for the strong. It gave them a kind of tension, competition, and intense relationships. It made them feel a natural pressure, a feeling of not being able to relax and focus on cultivation.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, a ray of light shot into his eyes. The gentleness of it was like the gentleness of a mother stroking her cheek when she was young, forcing her young age to send it to his house, to enter other courtyards, not wanting to be ruined before even reaching the courtyard. Thus, she had begun to wander the world ever since she was young.

But the good times didn't last long. Originally, his comfortable life was pretty good, but after hearing that his sect was destroyed one day, his parents didn't know where they went.

Although he was leaving his parents at a young age, he still clearly felt the love of his parents. That care and love had left an immortal memory in his childhood, so when he heard the news, he became furious. He had to find his parents and the person who destroyed their sect.

His father definitely knew that something would happen in the future, so they thought of a way to let him escape from that circle, to not let him be affected, to let him live a comfortable life. However, they never knew how much they missed him.

Therefore, he had to work even harder to cultivate and strengthen himself. Even if he was unable to do anything when the time came, he would still try his best.

Rubbing his eyes, Mu Ming walked out of his room. He gathered the water droplets in his spatial space and washed himself.

"Look, look, the Mu Ming is out. I heard that after he finished fighting with the Xiang Zhou yesterday, the instructor had a chat with the two of them."

"Also, not long after he finished talking to the instructor, Xiang Zhou took his doggy leg with him, but his doggy leg was scared away by Mu Ming's look. At that time, he didn't know what had happened, haha ~"

"The Mu Ming has really made us angry, that Chang Wang relied on the Xiang Zhou's kindness and insolence to kill him, just like him, relying on his power and influence, he looked really good, as though he was made for him."

"Haha, what he said is right. In the past, when he saw people lowering their heads and bowing, he became even more arrogant now that he's with his master. I wonder how high the sky is and how thick it is for him."

When Mu Ming heard it, he knew it was Chang Mian, but there was not a single comment to make about Xiang Zhou, making him puzzled.

"Cough …" With a cough, many people panicked.

"Mu Ming, why haven't you practiced on the third floor yet?"

"I don't know. It's unique on the third floor, so I'm not willing to waste any chances."

Leng Zheng nodded his head, "Then you can go now. There is nothing special about it, and you won't waste any time. You'll know once you enter."

Since the instructor had already said so, it wouldn't be good if Mu Ming didn't go.

Thus, following the way of the jade tablet, the Mu Ming came to the Heaven Fighting Pavilion.

War Heaven Pavilion.

Mu Ming arrived at an attic, releasing an indescribably mysterious aura.

Yesterday, he had thought about it for a moment. Looking at himself from his previous battles, he felt that his fighting style was too single and his killing moves were too few. Other than his family's inherited technique and the mysterious secret manual his mother left him, there didn't seem to be anything else.

After a while, if his killing move could not cure his opponent, then he would be in dire straits or could only find a time to run away. At this point, Mu Ming felt that his techniques were lacking and his techniques were lacking, thus he desired to obtain powerful techniques and techniques.

And listening to Leng Ye's words, Mu Ming knew that he could come today.

Entering the Battle Pavilion, the first thing that entered his eyes was always the mysteriousness. An old man stood guard at the entrance, as if he was waiting for something, or perhaps it was the guardian of this place.

When he saw Mu Ming enter, he carefully gave a large amount of explanation, and then began to mutter some words that he could hear. It was also possible that he came to the conclusion that the Mu Ming did not give him much of a surprise.

However, today, he knew that there was not a single person who could shock him. Instead, there were three to four of them. It seemed that those people were much more powerful than ordinary geniuses.

He had always thought that in each Genius class, there were only a few people who were strong enough, but when he saw them, he did not have the slightest bit of interest in them. However, when he saw the young lady, he was truly amazed at his thoughts.

The speed at which he cultivated was also unprecedented. His comprehension of sword arts was extraordinary, stunning the world, and gave him a unique understanding of the sword.

The first sword technique was extremely profound and unpredictable. No one could predict how powerful the move would be, and every single strike would be filled with endless killing intent. In addition, when he unleashed his sword-arts, the skies seemed to fill with boundless snow, and the temperature around him abruptly grew colder.

The youth who had just entered had already disappeared before his eyes, disappearing into a place devoid of people.

The Heaven Battling Pavilion was a very mysterious training room. It could be used at will, comprehended, or created by oneself. It was like a small space treasure or a small world, but the difference was that it was mainly used for cultivation.

The reason why the Sea Sage Temple was one of the most powerful halls in the world was due to the luck the Dragon Flame Tower's Sage had had in the past few years. The reason for that was because of the three buildings, the War Heaven Pavilion, and the Domain Tower.

Therefore, each of the Sea Sage's academies received special training, just like real combat. They gained enlightenment every minute and every second, as no one disturbed them, and as the Academy was very talented, their comprehension ability was also increased. As a result, even though the Sea Sage was not established for a long time, his reputation was still well-known.

Teacher Leng Ye had told him before Mu Ming came in that there would naturally be dangers, but that they would abide by certain rules and not offend them, and that there wouldn't be any dangers either.

After going through room after room of different godly weapon rooms, the Mu Ming finally stopped in front of a single door.

Raising his head, he saw the word "Sword" engraved upon it.

However, it had attracted the attention of the Mu Ming.

The word 'sword' seemed to contain a majestic aura, a domineering and crafty aura, and a grand and imposing aura between its words.

One stroke, after another.

The pen was happy, the blade was hidden, the machine was prostrating itself, the sword was horizontally, as fast as flying, slow as drifting snow.

Between the words, the sword intent was boundless and brimming with battle intent. Under the sword, when the stroke was fast, the sword was sharp. When the stroke was slow, the sword was blunt and heavy.

The Mu Ming saw that the swords were alternating real and fake. The tip of the sword intersected with dull light, and even if it was fast, it could break through everything, and even if it was slow, it could still rival a heavy sword.

While he could use the purple sword to create an endless realm of fire, the young girl could use the sword to bring out ten thousand layers of cold kilns, while the white running girl could use the sword to be calm and unpredictable, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, yet without the slightest flaw. But the killing intent revealed was indeed boundless and limitless, giving people a stifling yet powerful feeling, and at times it was a threatening sword.

The profoundness of the sword lay in comprehension. It lay in a sliver of opportunity, or perhaps a sliver of a mysterious thought. The sword was everywhere.

It could be a flower, a blade of grass, or a fallen leaf, and it was also a ray of light …

The sky was filled with thoughts and thoughts, but it was not a blank search. Instead, it was filled with inspiration, opportunity, and breakthrough.

At this moment, the word "sword" seemed to come alive, dancing lightly in his mind and carving, dissecting, dissecting in his dual-pupiled pupils. However, not a single bit of information was left behind.

It was just like dignity. One could not step foot into it. One could only observe and appreciate it.

Not long after, Mu Ming opened his eyes and sighed in disappointment.

That sword was simply too profound. He could not break it down at the moment and obtain the information from it. Therefore, he could only keep it in his mind and let it evolve in his dual-pupils.

When Mu Ming walked into the room, inside the room, there was a fence every few metres, ancient yet solemn. It seemed that its existence was only to isolate the space between the two places, and it did not have any other uses.

In fact, the Mu Ming did not know that the real use of the fence was not here. It was an ancient array, but it had not been activated for many years.