C17 Cultivation

The girl was infuriated. No one in the Flying Sword Sect had ever dared to tease her like this before. She charged forward and kicked Lee Fei fiercely a few times, and said angrily: "Are you courting death? "How dare you talk to me like that?"

These kicks were very heavy, Lee Fei vomited out a few more mouthfuls of blood. Lee Fei spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood.

Not far behind him was a cliff. This time, the girl would definitely not pull him up again, Lee Fei was in so much pain that his whole body was powerless, every kick of the girl was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and after continuously blocking for a few times, it was blocked by a seal. The painstakingly practicing Hong Fist seemed to have no effect on the girl's feet.

Lee Fei's body was still retreating when his body suddenly became empty and finally reached the edge of the cliff. Lee Fei used his last bit of strength and fiercely grabbed onto the girl's foot that was kicking towards him. He lowered his body and pulled the girl down.

Ah, the girl screamed as she was dragged out of the cliff by Lee Fei. The two of them fell down the cliff together.

The cold wind howled. Lee Fei spat out a mouthful of blood.

The girl exclaimed as she fell off the cliff. She quickly regained her composure and threw out the whip in her hand. The whip wrapped around a protruding boulder to stop her from falling down.

Lee Fei held the girl's leg and also hung in midair.

The girl reprimanded, "Little thief, let go of my feet."

Lee Fei said, "If I let go of your foot, I would fall to my death."

The girl looked like she won the battle, she laughed and spat, "You deserved to die from a fall, who told you to be shameless and make me angry."

Hanging in the air and hugging the girl's legs, Lee Fei looked awkward. He quickly said, "How do we get up there? If we hang here for too long, we might catch a cold."

The girl furrowed her brows and said, "I've never seen such a stupid person like you. How could Third Martial Uncle accept you as his disciple? You are so good at kung fu, but you are so stubborn that you don't care about your own life."

Lee Fei practiced Hong Fist since childhood and had reached out many times stronger than an ordinary person. However, compared to girls, he was like a babbling baby. He said with a bitter face, "Today is my first day of apprenticeship. I haven't had the time to learn it yet!"

The girl nodded, grabbed Lee Fei's collar, stretched her leg and kicked onto the stone wall. Her body flew up more than ten meters, and the whip in her hand was withdrawn. When her body was about to rise up, she swung the whip out and wrapped it around the protruding rock to stabilize her body. She took a breath and jumped up again.

The girl's forehead was drenched in sweat. She sat down on the mountain rock and panted as she said, "If you hadn't eaten my Scarlet Fruit, I would have been able to condense the Heart Sword right now. At that time, I would have been able to ride the sword and fly."

Lee Fei felt that he had entered a whole new world. This world was no longer dominated by martial arts, but was instead focused on higher cultivation. It seemed to be the legendary world of cultivation.

The girl should have trained for a long time, and the Hong Fist that he painstakingly practiced for more than ten years actually didn't have any strength to fight back.

Lee Fei quickly said: "If you can cultivate the Heart Sword, are you the same as those immortals? a thousand miles away. "

"Of course, the most powerful disciple of the Flying Sword Sect is the Heart Sword. With the body fused with the sword, with the body formed with the sword as a complement, and the sword formed with the body made with the sword as a complement. The girl paused for a moment, as if she was afraid of hurting Lee Fei, she then said, "Third uncle's Thousand Tempering Hundred Refining technique is also very powerful. When cultivated to the peak, one's body can become a saint, and even Flying Sword cannot be harmed."

Lee Fei nodded and said, "If it's really like that, then it's good. Now that the world has changed and countless miracles have appeared, it's hard for mortals to protect themselves. You taught me cultivation techniques, okay? Then I can help my brothers and sisters."

The girl blinked and said, "Do you have a lot of brothers and sisters?"

Lee Fei nodded and said, "I grew up in an orphanage. Many children my age were adopted by others, and I rejected adoption to take care of the younger ones, so I'm the oldest in the orphanage. Do you know how many siblings I have?"

"Isn't it very lively then? I've been alone since I was a kid, even a speaker. "

Lee Fei suddenly said, "Can I talk to you when you teach me cultivation in the future?" He felt like a little fox hiding his tail, luring a little rooster that didn't understand the affairs of the world.

The girl said, "That's not good. Third Martial Uncle's Thousand Tempering Hundred Refining technique is different from my cultivation. I can't cultivate it at the same time. At most, I can tell you some techniques for exerting strength, and how to use true essence."

Lee Fei laughed and said, "That's good too. I don't know anything about it right now, so I can only let you lift me by the collar. It's very shameful."

The girl said, "I'm going back. If you want to eat fruits in the future, you can tell me. I'll pick them for you. Don't randomly pick my fruits, or else I'll make you suffer." The girl got up and left.

Lee Fei shouted, "I still don't know your name. I'm Lee Fei, the 18-year-old Li, and little Lee Fei Dao."

The girl scoffed and said, "Eighteen kids playing with knives. Carefully cut off your fingers." He then left while chuckling.

Lee Fei had given the orphanage a sum of money before he was struck by lightning. He didn't have to worry about it for a while. Thinking about that girl, his heart was beating fast. It seemed like his youth had started moving.

He returned to the front of Iron Battle's stone house and slowly walked in. He said, "I want to cultivate. Can I not learn forging techniques?"

Tie Zhan's eyes turned white, "I only know how to forge iron, if you are willing to learn, then learn, if you are unwilling to learn, then scram. But let me remind you, since you do not have True Essence in your body right now, you are unable to open the Misty God Array at the entrance of the Flying Sword Sect, when that time comes, do not blame me for not reminding you when you fall off the cliff and die."

F * ck, Lee Fei cursed in his heart: "Threatening me!" However, people had no choice but to lower their heads and weakly ask, "Learning how to forge iron, can I train my true essence?"

"Of course!" Tie Zhan took it for granted and said, "This is called Thousand Tempering Hundred Refining. The primeval essence that I cultivate is the most condensed, countless times stronger than the disciples of Karakorum, Mount Shu, Penglai, and Kongtong. It's the most suitable for you, as long as you train with me for a year, no, three months, I guarantee that you will be able to cultivate."

"Really?" Lee Fei asked in confusion.

"It's even more real than 99% of real gold."

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Lee Fei stayed in the stone house in the iron war. Every day, he forged iron with tinkling sounds, which was blackened by the fire. He had matured a little, and his strength was also slowly increasing.

Lee Fei didn't believe that he could knock out the Genuine Essence Power with just his blacksmithing. Feeling dejected, he ran to the neighboring orchard from time to time to see that girl. However, he didn't see her again for the past month.

Lee Fei was even more depressed. He wanted to scream out loud in the orchard.

Another month had passed. Tie Zhan had taught Lee Fei a set of methods to beat Flying Sword, and he had mastered everything from hammering to retracting his strength. He let Lee Fei make his own set of Flying Sword and ran out.

In these two months, Lee Fei finally felt that he had learned something useful. He forged Flying Sword according to what Tie Zhan had taught him, using ordinary fine iron. The made Flying Sword was three inches long, and it didn't look like a Flying Sword but more like a throwing knife.

After repeated hammering, his technique had become more and more proficient. When he used it for the fourth time, the bead hanging on his chest emitted a faint fluorescent light that slowly seeped into Lee Fei's skin as he beat the Flying Sword.

Lee Fei, who was focused on beating the Flying Sword, did not notice the strangeness of the bead. He was still immersed in his comprehension of beating the Flying Sword, and the method of beating the Flying Sword seemed to be more like a set of body training method. As the iron hammer continuously hammered the Flying Sword, every muscle on Lee Fei's body twitched, and his mind slowly became immersed in beating the Flying Sword.

Gradually, the muscles of his body began to beat and the pulse of the Flying Sword as well as the pulse of the Flying Sword as they slowly fused together. The three of them combined into one, and it was a kind of wondrous feeling, as if every single hammer strike was on the heart, and every single punch was on the soul.

He didn't even realize that there was a girl outside his door. This world was his world.

The bead that was hung on Lee Fei's chest flickered before the girl entered and returned to its normal state.

The girl saw Lee Fei's serious look and smiled. She suddenly realized that Lee Fei wasn't wearing any clothes at the moment and blushed. She secretly snorted and ran away while swaying. His cheeks were burning. Why did this bad guy not wear clothes when he was forging!

Lee Fei didn't know that the girl had come to see him. She was scared away by his muscles and continued to beat the Flying Sword again and again, this was already the tenth time. She originally wanted to refine a three-inch-long Flying Sword, but he smashed her down and left her with only an inch of length.

Lee Fei had already forgotten how many times he had hit the Flying Sword. When he collapsed on the ground, the Flying Sword he was training in had become an embroidery needle, as thin as a hair and half an inch long. It could be called a Flying Sword, but if it was bent, it would be more like a fishing hook.

Lee Fei shivered. What can such a small thing do? It was several times smaller than the needle used for an injection, so even if he shot it at someone, it would be useless!

Holding the small flying needle, his heart started to move rhythmically. The needle seemed to sense his movements and trembled slightly. It abruptly got out of Lee Fei's grasp and flew into the air. A silver light flashed and suddenly disappeared.

Damn, Lee Fei was shocked, this was a Flying Sword that he had spent a whole day of effort on, and just like that it had disappeared.

Lee Fei crawled on the floor in the dark inside the stone house.