Chen Fan came to Bu Tian Pavilion and waved his hand. The sword under his feet disappeared.
He placed his hands behind his back and walked towards the Heaven Mending Pavilion.
In the square of Qingcheng Mountain, Zhao Yu was looking at the disciples below and teaching them the cultivation method.
And the person standing at the front was the licentious youth from back then.
The licentious youth was called Wen Hua.
After losing to Chen Fan, he became Zhao Yu's disciple and became the third generation disciple of Qingcheng Mountain.
Originally, Wen Hua wanted to find the young Taoist priest who defeated him, but he could not find any traces of him.
Zhao Yu thought that although his Innate Ability was not bad, it was still rare.
In Qingcheng Mountain, no one was his match.
Just as Wen Hua was in a daze, Zhao Yu's voice was heard.
"Wen Hua, what are you thinking about?"
Zhao Yu looked at Wen Hua seriously. Since he had become his disciple, he had to shoulder the responsibility of being his master.
He absolutely could not let them roam freely, but had to carefully teach them.
This was Zhao Yu's style.
When Wen Hua heard his master's voice, he instantly came back to his senses. An awkward smile appeared on his face as he said,"Master, I was thinking about something.”
Zhao Yu took a deep breath, his eyes serious as he warned,"On the path of cultivation, you must not be half-hearted. Otherwise, all your efforts will be wasted.”
Wen Hua nodded repeatedly and replied,"Master is right. This disciple will definitely remember it in this life.”
Zhao Yu nodded when he saw her smile.
Under the blazing sun, the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain were drenched in sweat.
Facing the scorching sun, they had an unyielding heart and stood stubbornly in the square to cultivate.
At the same time!
Within the Heaven Mending Pavilion.
Chen Fan pulled over a chair and lay down on it. He held a yellow book in his hand and began to read it casually.
If one looked carefully.
The book was Chen Fan's completed Sword Control Art.
This included the Big River Sword Intent.
It was already the sword intent of heaven and earth.
This was especially true for the surging Big River Sword Essence.
At that time, it would definitely be an extremely powerful existence. It would be like a surging river flowing eastward, with surging waves that could cover the sun and moon.
Such strength was something that countless cultivators dreamed of.
Chen Fan took a cup of tea and started to taste it.
Drinking tea and reading.
This was really a very pleasant thing.
The sword of the great river came from the sky and flowed into the sea, never to return.
Chen Fan's eyes lit up as he read the words.
This Big River Sword.
His previous comprehension was still not deep enough.
Immediately after.
A blue ocean appeared in Chen Fan's mind, and a giant sword hung in the sky like an arrow.
The giant sword emitted boundless sword intent.
In an instant.
The sword intent in the air slashed down, and the sea churned.
The sword qi was like a swimming dragon, sweeping tens of thousands of miles without stopping.
The sea was instantly split in half.
Chen Fan gasped when he read this. Then, his pupils flickered with a golden light.
The Big River Sword Intent was truly terrifying.
He had already comprehended the sword essence between heaven and earth just now.
Chen Fan closed his eyes again and the scene of the Big River Sword Will kept replaying in his mind.
The bottomless sea.
The sword intent soared into the sky.
The two intertwined and shone with a different light.
Chen Fan gasped.
The profoundness and vastness were the essence of the Big River Sword Intent.
Chen Fan put his index finger and middle finger together, and a pale yellow light rose from his body.
Boom!
Loud explosions rang out.
It was as if a silver dragon was roaring in the sky.
Within the Heaven Mending Pavilion, a sword intent soared into the sky, as if it could kill the sun and moon.
His aura was unparalleled as he shot straight at Bullfight.
The terrifying sword intent spread in all directions.
When the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain saw this scene, they were completely stunned on the spot. Their eyes were filled with shock.
They couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.
There was a terrifying existence living in this Heaven Mending Pavilion.
Immediately.
There was only one thought in everyone's mind, and that was that this ancestor had made a breakthrough.
Moreover, the sword essence this time was much stronger than before.
Wen Hua raised his head and looked at the sky. His expression was filled with shock.
Hiss, this was too strong…
When he had fought with this ancestor, the other party had defeated him with a single sword strike. This was something that Wen Hua would never forget for the rest of his life.
But now, this person had broken through again.
How terrifying was this?
Wen Hua felt that his worldview was crumbling. Was the gap between people really that big?
Chen Fan didn't know.
His comprehension of sword essence this time had completely obliterated Wen Hua's competitive spirit.
Zhao Yu looked up at the sky, his face full of shock and joy. He muttered to himself," It seems like Little Uncle-Master has broken through again."
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At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.
An army of 100,000 was guarding this place.
The densely packed team was like a wall that no one could cross.
When the sword intent in the air soared into the sky.
The soldiers looked up at the sky in shock.
Someone on Qingcheng Mountain had broken through again.
The most shocked person was the commander of the 100,000-strong army, Wang Tie.
Wang Tie raised his head and looked at the terrifying sword intent in the air. His pupils constricted and he sucked in a breath of cold air. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
He could not help but speculate about his whereabouts.
Could it be that Zhao Yu, the Taoist Sword Immortal, had really broken through?
If that was really the case, then the pressure on the people guarding this place would be even greater.
Even he might not be able to resist this powerful sword essence.
As a great general, Wang Tie was naturally very experienced. He was shocked and hurriedly returned to his tent.
Everything that happened here today had to be reported to His Majesty.
As a general, although he had a large number of troops in his hands, he could not act without the Emperor's permission.
In the military camp, a messenger rode a fast horse with an urgent letter that was 800 miles long hanging on his waist. He was galloping toward Chang 'an of the Tang Empire.
Wang Tie returned to his tent after he was done.
However, he still had lingering fears.
That sword intent just now was too powerful.
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