C910 Borrowing a Sword
C910 Borrowing a Sword
Jing Yan was stunned. He looked at the six colors in disbelief. En, that's not right. There was also a light blue light, but it was covered by the other six colors. If one didn't look closely, one wouldn't be able to see it.
These were the seven Spiritual Roots of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, and wind. They were too mottled. They could be considered the lowest grade of medicinal Spiritual Roots, but for Spiritual Planter, they were the best, because the five elements were complete. This was the reason why Spiritual Planter's cultivation wasn't high.
This guy was born with a natural talent. Jing Yan was surprised and delighted. He had forgotten that he was a Grandmaster of Restriction. Together with the five elements, he was a perfect match.
After testing the medicinal Spiritual Root, Jing Yan tested Feng Yimo's bone age. He discovered that he was only in his twenties, and his eyes nearly popped out. A Grandmaster of Restrictions in his twenties. How terrifying was his talent in array formations?!
Feng Yimo secretly laughed in his heart. After tempering his body, especially after he became a Martial Saint, his entire body would be reborn. His bone age could be controlled by himself, and he would be able to display as much as he wanted. It was impossible to monitor him at all.
"Wait here for a while!" Jing Yan brought a huge piece of good news and hurried to see Hall Master Tai Shu Ming. He couldn't make a decision when he encountered such a genius Spiritual Planter.
Feng Yimo had nothing to do, so he just strolled around the Martial Arts Hall. He saw hundreds of Sword Cultivator disciples practicing flying swords.
Putting everything else aside, just their ability to control flying swords and their proficiency in flying swords, the disciples of Lingxiao Palace were far better than those of Pure Heaven Realm. Their sword attacks were sharp, and their movements were standard. It was a pity that they didn't have sword intent. None of the three hundred plus Pure Heaven Realms were full of sword intent, which was nothing but empty words.
Among them, the one with the highest cultivation was an early stage fusion Sword Cultivator. It was using a red Highest Grade Magic Treasure. One look and one could tell that it was a fire-attribute sword art. The flying sword circled around his body like a fiery snake. The sword qi surged and formed a vacuum around his body. Its power was extraordinary, causing some female Sword Cultivator nearby to scream.
The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He was very handsome. When he heard the screams of his junior sisters, he became even more proud. He worked hard to activate his magic power. The red flying sword suddenly flew out. A meter high flame rose from the body of the sword and gathered together, forming a red fire python. It raised its head and spat out a letter. It was extremely ferocious.
"Ah, the sword Qi has taken shape. Senior Brother Lu is mighty!"
"That's right. This Fire Python Sword Technique is only cultivated by Senior Brother Lu to the stage of Sword Qi Transformation. How can other people do it?"
" ... ""
When he saw the fiery python, Sword Cultivator's fawning voice rang out. Feng Yimo felt like vomiting when he heard it. Was this also called transformation? When he looked at the fiery python, it only condensed into an outer appearance. It didn't even have scales or eyeballs, and it didn't have a trace of vitality. It was completely a dead object that was coiled around the sword.
The real sword Qi should be condensed with the sword intent. The sword move should be the shape. The sword intent should be the spirit. Without the spirit, the shape would be like a paper tiger. It would be broken at any moment!
If the sword intent could transform, then the fire python would be like a real fire python. It had both the spirit and the spirit, making it impossible for people to distinguish whether it was real or not!
Senior Apprentice Brother Lu kept the Fire Python Sword and felt proud of himself. Suddenly, he saw a guy whose face was stiff like a zombie shake his head secretly, as if he was dissatisfied with his Fire Python Sword Technique. In his heart, he was angry and strode over. "Junior Apprentice Brother, you seem to be dissatisfied with my Fire Python Sword Technique?" He could not see through Feng Yimo's cultivation. Seeing that Feng Yimo was young, he addressed Feng Yimo as his junior brother.
Feng Yimo was stunned. He did not expect this guy to find him. Did he offend him? He looked around and thought he was talking to the people around him, but he found that he was the only person around. This meant that they were talking to him.
"Cough, cough. Senior brother, you are mistaken. I didn't say anything just now." Feng Yimo didn't want to cause any trouble, so he explained.
"No, I saw you shaking your head. Tell me, are you unhappy with Senior Brother Lu?" Who would have thought that someone who didn't know what was good for him would jump out and testify against Feng Yimo.
"That's right. Senior Brother Lu is one of the top three experts in the early stage of the Fusion Stage. Who do you think you are? How dare you deny Senior Brother Lu's Fire Python Sword Technique?"
"Hahaha, I think he was scared silly. Can't you see that his face has turned white?"
"Kid, hurry up and kneel down and apologize to Senior Brother Lu. Otherwise, hehe..."
Some nasty words entered Feng Yimo's ears, causing his expression to turn ugly. He had never taken the initiative to cause trouble, but he had never been bullied by others. Even without the Divine Sense now, he was not afraid at all!
"This junior brother, since you look down on my sword technique, the two of us might as well compete. It is clear who is stronger and who is weaker!" Senior Apprentice Brother Lu said aggressively.
Feng Yimo narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed past. "I am not talented, and I have some understanding of the Sword Dao. Since Senior brother Lu wants to compete, then I will respectfully accept! Which senior brother or junior brother is borrowing the next flying sword?"
He could not let the Rainbow Wind Chasing Sword fight. Otherwise, the opponent won't be able to use a single move to kill him. However, he doesn't have medicinal Divine Senses. He can't take other flying swords from Sumeru Bracelets or Storage Rings, so he can only borrow swords from the people present.
Hearing his words, Senior Brother Lu's face turned ugly. He thought that Feng Yimo was humiliating him and didn't use his Intrinsic Flying Sword. Borrowing swords was looking down on him!
Fury rose in Senior Brother Lu's chest bit by bit. He reached the edge of going berserk. His eyes were scarlet red, and he was incomparably furious.
Those disciples who practiced the sword looked at Feng Yimo as if they were looking at a fool. In front of Senior Brother Lu, who would dare to lend him a flying sword? Wasn't this an idiot?
"If this brother doesn't mind, then use this Yellow Sand Sword of mine." In the silence, a sudden voice was heard. Then, a yellow high-grade flying sword flew in front of Feng Yimo.
Feng Yimo flicked his finger. The flying sword flipped in front of him and landed firmly in his hand.
Hmm, an earth-attribute flying sword, I guess I can barely use it. Unfortunately, I don't know any earth-attribute sword art, so I can only use the magic power of the rock art I just mastered to drive the yellow sand sword. However, without the Divine Sense, how can a flying sword become a flying sword?
Feng Yimo thought of the innate true qi. As a Martial Saint, he could completely control objects from a distance, but he was much closer to the Divine Sense.
"Thank you, Senior Brother!" Feng Yimo cupped his fists at the cultivator who borrowed the sword. When he saw the man clearly, he was stunned. There was such a beautiful man in the world. His eyes were long and narrow, his lips were red, and his teeth were white. His eyes were as bright as the stars. Unlike the other Lingxiao Palace disciples, he was wearing a white robe and looked elegant.