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Inside the cyan protective light curtain.

Zhang Yi sat cross-legged, suspended in mid-air, about three feet away from the ground.

In front of him is a flying sword full of cracks.

At this time, along with Zhang Yi's breathing, at an angle invisible to the naked eye, the essence of the flying sword radiated out, and then he was continuously inhaled into the body, wandering in the body according to the method of raising swords, and took root.

And with the fusion of its essence and flesh, the neutral and peaceful aura naturally exuded from the body now has a hint of sharpness.

And the sense of oppression originating from the physical level has also become more aggressive at this time.

Zhang Yi's entire body is gradually shifting in the direction of the "sword".

Time passed, and it was noon the next day.

As the last breath was absorbed by Zhang Yi, the energy contained in Feijian was completely drained by Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi could only hear the sound of "pop". The flying sword, which had been cracked all over, seemed to have lost its bonding strength, and was instantly torn apart and fell to the ground.

Tier 4 Feijian became a pile of scrap metal at this time.

"call."

Zhang Yi opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, only to see that a hole had been pierced through the floor in an instant, and that was the residual sword qi impurities being expelled by Zhang Yi.

Feeling the state of his body, Zhang Yi smiled.

Immediately, he stretched his limbs and moved his body, and suddenly there was a crackling sound all over his body, which was exceptionally clear.

"Oh, what a pleasant voice, but that's a little too domineering."

At this time, Zhang Yi's natural aura was extremely aggressive.

Although as a swordsman, this is not a bad thing, but it is obviously not in line with Zhang Yi's character.

"You have to hide your own breath, otherwise it will be too conspicuous."

Thinking about it, Zhang Yi thought.

Immediately, the dark golden divine power was stimulated and began to wander in the body.

Wherever the divine power passed, he devoured the sharpness that his body naturally exudes, and his breath gradually returned to its original state.

"The meaning of sharpness is hidden in the flesh, and if it doesn't move, it's already amazing."

Zhang Yi nodded.

"That's about it."

Immediately, he carefully felt the difference between the current body and the previous one.

To make a comparison is:

Previously, Zhang Yi's physical characteristics were: Lightning Affinity.

So now it has become: Thunder affinity, sharpness.

"Ok....."

"The physical body has become more aggressive as a whole, and the true essence speed of the Wind and Thunder Sword Art is also faster."

Feeling his own state, Zhang Yi was very satisfied.

"Now my flesh and blood are all infused with the sharp aura of swordsmanship. I should have completed the first stage of sword raising, and can really start the follow-up practice."

"It is also fortunate that I have the physical body of the heavenly realm as the foundation, otherwise the essence of kendo would be really troublesome to absorb, and the destructive power is too great."

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yi's thoughts retracted.

He looked at the flying sword fragments on the ground, his **** and thumb were wrong, and he snapped his fingers.

"Snapped."

The crisp sound spread in the house, and a small flame emerged from the void, and then fell on the flying sword fragments scattered on the ground.

As the flames spread, the fragments of the flying sword were quickly swallowed up.

After a few breaths, the flame disappeared, and the fragments of the flying sword disappeared.

"It's done, let's go out and get some air."

With a whistle, Zhang Yi made such a decision.

It was at this point, however, that a mutation occurred.

......

"Very good body, as expected of a young man."

In the room, a slightly abrupt exclamation suddenly echoed in the room.

"Fuck!"

At the moment when this voice appeared, Zhang Yi was shocked.

Subconsciously, Zhang Yi's figure flashed and he pulled to a corner of the room, and then his eyes looked at the direction of the sound in surprise.

As Zhang Yi looked over, the appearance of the person who spoke up suddenly appeared.

It was an old man, an old man with ragged eyes narrowed into a line.

His appearance is not a bit outstanding, and there is not a trace of fluctuations in his body. Zhang Yi can't feel the breath of a martial artist in him.

Without hesitation, if Zhang Yi walked on the street, he would definitely be regarded as the category of ordinary people, and there would be no other guesses.

However,

Under such a situation, Zhang Yi obviously did not believe his eyes and feelings.

This must be a hidden person, even he can't peep.

For a moment, Zhang Yi wanted to use the eye of insight to explore the information of this sudden old man, but the sense of crisis in the dark made him give up this choice.

Zhang Yi's intuition told him.

If you use the eye of insight, you will be noticed by the other party.

The mechanism of the eye of insight is that the same realm can be probed, and the leap level will be discovered, and such feedback means...

this,

Could this old man be a saint?

Deriving this result, Zhang Yi's heart suddenly set off a huge wave.

He was in a state of confusion for a while, and a sense of powerlessness poured out of his body. For the first time, he felt that the situation was out of control.

Zhang Yi's mouth opened, as if he was about to say something, but he lost his voice when the words reached his mouth.

Heaven's physical body, boundless vigor dormant everywhere in the body, he is confident that a punch can blast a peak.

But at this time, Zhang Yi only felt a little cold in his body, and the strength he was proud of on weekdays was all useless at this time.

This is undoubtedly the first time Zhang Yi has fallen into such a crisis situation.

For the first time, his life is not controlled by himself, but depends on the will of the other party.

opposite,

The old man looked at Zhang Yi who was like a frightened bird at this time, smiled, and sat down on the chair beside the wooden table.

The old man took out a wine glass from the table, and then lifted the wine jug to fill it up for himself.

"Hmm...the taste is a bit bland."

After taking a sip, the old man frowned slightly, then he looked at Zhang Yi, and said, "Young people, don't be so restrained, it's too boring, come and chat with the old man, don't worry, I'll stay for a while."

"call."

Zhang Yi took a slow breath, and his face gradually returned to calm.

After being caught off guard at the beginning, his mentality gradually returned to normal.

Although he had never experienced such a bizarre incident, after cultivating for more than 100 years, he still had some basic xinxing, so that he would not directly lose the ability to judge.

"Since the other party can appear in my room unknowingly, and even the real yuan barrier has not blocked the slightest, his strength is obviously far superior to me. Since resistance is useless, it is better to lie down."

Zhang Yi thought of this, and his heart completely relaxed.

Right,

Since no matter how much he resists, it won't help, so it's better to be a little more graceful. Even if the old man finally makes a move, he can still leave an impression of being in danger.

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