Chapter 1040: Is there any mistake
After dealing with the Divine Weapon Pavilion and the others, Yi Changqing took An Chenyue back to the Sword Sect and went straight to the Sword Hall, while An Chenyue, who was following him, looked left and right, and was very curious about everything in the Sword Sect.
"Is this one of the biggest forces in Qinzhou? Sure enough, this one sect alone is comparable to the entire Feather Spirit Realm. ”
An Chenyue shook her head and sighed.
Although there is an injection of spiritual energy in the Feather Spirit Realm, it is not a long time after all, although many spiritual martial artists have also been born over the years, and various spiritual martial arts sects have sprung up one after another, but there are not many real spiritual martial arts masters, and there is not even a single heavenly spirit in terms of cultivation.
Like An Chenyue, she can suppress everything in the Feather Spirit Realm.
But when he came to the Ink Spirit Realm, he was just an ordinary master.
"Ah Yue, tell me if you need anything in the Sword Sect. ”
"I just want to learn from my master, and nothing else. ”
Yi Changqing chuckled, "You are my apprentice, it is natural to practice by my side, otherwise where do you want to go?"
He can't worry about An Chenyue going out to practice alone.
Although the combat power of the Heavenly Spirit is said to be a master.
But it's still too far from those who are really strong.
At least the strength of His Holiness must be equivalent.
Coming to the Sword Palm Hall, the sword guards who were practicing looked at An Chenyue one after another, and they were very curious about the people who followed the Sword Palm Envoy.
"Who is this?
"It's not quite right, I don't think she has half of the sword qi unique to our Sword Sect, so it's unlikely that she is a new sword guard. ”
"The sword envoy has always been alone, even if he is the chief, Senior Sister Xiang Hong and the two are only taught in front of him occasionally, and now he goes out and brings back a woman, I am afraid that things are not ordinary. ”
"You say this can't be the Lady of the Sword, do you?"
"Wow, is it so exciting?"
Yi Changqing listened to the more and more unorthodox remarks around him, snorted lightly, activated the formation under the Sword Palm Hall, and the gravity field opened.
The boundless pressure suddenly fell on everyone.
This gravity is much stronger than when you were training.
Some of those who were slightly worse were directly pressed to the ground.
"If you have so much energy, you might as well practice more, everyone must stay in this gravity field for a day today. ”
As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately complained bitterly.
Such a strong gravity would have to stay all day.
It's going to die.
"Teacher Yi, I don't know who this girl is?"
Xiao Feng came to Yi Changqing and asked curiously.
Yi Changqing didn't hide it, "She is my apprentice An Chenyue." ”
As soon as these words came out, everyone's bitter voices suddenly stopped, and their eyes widened one by one, staring at An Chenyue in disbelief.
"Did I hear it wrong? What did the sword envoy just say, this girl is his apprentice, my ears are fine. ”
"Don't talk about you, I doubt I heard it wrong. ”
"The apprentice of the sword envoy, how shocking his genius must be! You know, even the chief has not been able to worship the sword envoy. ”
"God, I can't believe it. ”
What is Yi Changqing's status in the Sword Sect now.
On an equal footing with the Suzerain.
Even, there are many more people who want to worship under his sect than they want to worship under the sect master, don't you see that Xiao Feng, a former fallen genius, can kill Liu Zhuoyun in just two years and regain the position of chief?
There are also the three hundred sword guards, all of whom are now heroes of the Sword Sect.
Many of them can even be compared to swords.
These can highlight the level of Yi Changqing's teaching, not only that, these are not Yi Changqing's disciples, not even the chief Xiao Feng, the other party just served as his teacher in the Star Scar Academy.
But it's far worse than the disciples.
Now, Yi Changqing said that he has a disciple.
What a shock this brought to everyone.
Chief Xiao Feng, born with a sword bone, the most supreme talent in the world can't become his disciple, so what kind of person can be Yi Changqing's disciple! And what kind of talent and qualifications should his disciple have?
"Teacher Yi, are you telling the truth?"
Xiao Feng said in astonishment. First Literary Network
"Of course. Yi Changqing nodded.
An Chenyue bowed slightly to everyone, "I've seen you." ”
"Hello Miss Ann. ”
"I've seen Miss Ann. ”
Everyone returned the salute one by one and looked at each other curiously.
Xiao Feng looked at An Chenyue with a complicated gaze.
Frankly speaking, he was a little jealous in his heart, only he knew how much he wanted to worship Yi Changqing's disciple, and if he could, he was even willing to exchange for the position of the head of the sword.
He understood that this little sword chief was not worth mentioning at all compared to becoming a disciple of Yi Changqing, the former was ultimately in charge of the Sword Sect, while the latter had an unlimited future.
After getting along with Yi Changqing these days, Xiao Feng knew that the other party definitely had this ability, and this person could not be as simple as it seemed on the surface.
"Miss An, I'm really envious, no, I'm jealous of you. ”
Xiao Feng is also a calm person.
Whatever is in mind, it is spoken.
An Chenyue was stunned for a moment, then after thinking about it, she guessed a rough idea, and said with a faint smile: "The way I came, Shizun once mentioned to me Brother Xiao, who was born with a sword bone, which really makes me envious." ”
She didn't mean anything about it.
You know, what is Yi Changqing best at?
Kendo.
However, An Chenyue was born without the qualifications to cultivate true yuan and spiritual power, and could only practice the way of physical training, and could not learn the best and favorite sword path of Shizun, which has always been a deficiency in her heart.
In terms of talent, Xiao Feng threw her off more than ten streets.
No.
It is estimated that most of the disciples of the entire Sword Sect are stronger than her.
But An Chenyue did not feel inferior because of this.
Because, she is Yi Changqing's disciple.
"By the way, I don't know what kind of spiritual root the girl is, if she can become a disciple of the sword master, it is estimated that she is at least a heaven-level spiritual root. ”
Spiritual root four levels and twelve grades.
Among them, the heaven-level spirit root is the rarest.
There are few in the whole of Qinzhou.
In the eyes of everyone, Xiao Feng, who was born with a sword bone, failed to become Yi Changqing's disciple, so An Chenyue's talent should be stronger than him.
At the very least, it has to be a heaven-level high-grade spiritual root.
There are not a few cases of this kind of spiritual root in the eight major states.
"I don't have a spiritual root, I'm just a metabody. ”
An Chenyue smiled faintly.
"Isn't that a mortal body? ”
Everyone was stunned.
In the Ink Spirit Realm, it is also cultivated from the True Yuan first, and then to the Lingwu level, and the Yuan Body and Yuan Vein, everyone is naturally clear.
The ink spirit realm is rich in spiritual energy, and the spiritual root physique is endless.
In the eyes of everyone, although the Yuan Body Yuan Vein is better than the ordinary physique, it is also innumerable, and it is no different from the mortal body.
Yi Changqing's apprentice is just a mortal!
Are you kidding?
"Miss An, what you said is true?"
Xiang Hong couldn't believe it.
"Hmm. ”
Everyone looked at Yi Changqing, Yi Changqing bowed slightly, "Ah Yue, she is indeed just a mortal, and her talent is worse than yours." ”
After receiving the confirmation, everyone could not come back to their senses for a long time.
There is a sense of impracticality.
Especially Xiao Feng.
One of his innate sword bones actually lost to a mortal body?
Is there a mistake?!
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