Although the appearance of the thunder fire was only a few at first, it gradually increased, and then spread faster and faster to the entire True Dao Holy Sword, and the entire sword was surrounded by the thunder fire, calcining all the time.

Although Fang Fang's eyes were still closed, he felt all this clearly.

And after such a quenching, almost a day passed before Fang Fang finished refining.

As soon as the gong was harvested, the True Dao Holy Sword suddenly returned to its silver-white color, and was no longer purple-black. At this time, Fang Fang was looking at the True Dao Holy Sword in front of him, which exuded a faint silver-white light.

Although it hasn't been too long since this True Dao Holy Sword has become a pseudo-artifact, its power can already compete with a holy weapon of one or two more realms than it, and it's not a problem.

Once the ninth-level holy weapon is reached, then becoming a real artifact is just around the corner, Fang Fang thought so now.

Now that he had finished refining the True Dao Holy Sword, Fang Fang cast a spell to summon the True Dao Holy Sword back to his divine field, and in the blink of an eye, the True Dao Holy Sword completely disappeared from Fang Fang's eyes.

And there were still a few days before the day of the master's inauguration ceremony, Fang Fang continued to cultivate.

At this time, Fang Fang was not in the practice of kendo, but in the martial arts of the fist, palm and legs. If he just blindly cultivated that sword dao, Fang Fang found that his comprehension in the sword path would seem to be less, and sometimes he couldn't even comprehend a little at all, as if that was already the limit.

And cultivating the martial arts of that fist, palm, and leg can not only increase his own knowledge, but also allow him to hide his true hole cards. As long as he doesn't use swordsmanship, if he is not an acquaintance, then no one knows that he is a kendo cultivator.

In the past few days, Fang Fang has been cultivating the Heavenly Earth Emperor Fist and the Heavenly Stump Leg, and the time has completely passed under such an unaware situation.

At present, there is only one day left before the inauguration ceremony of the head, and after today, tomorrow will be the day of the inauguration ceremony of the head.

And after practicing for a few days, Fang Fang at this time felt a lot of tiredness invisibly. Therefore, Fang Fang temporarily stopped his cultivation and prepared to sleep and rest.

Next, after Fang Fang sat on the futon for about five minutes, he lay down and slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, Fang Fang had not really entered a state of sleep.

He was thinking that after tomorrow, he would be the head of a sect. As for whether there will be anyone competing with him for the position of head tomorrow, Fang Fang thinks that there should be, but he can be very sure that Li Dan and the four of them should not come to take the position of head of the house.

Once you become the head of the house, the responsibility is bound to be greater than before, and you must do what you have to do, and you can't let the master down, absolutely not.

Although he has become the master of a sect by then, even if he is a little worse, no one dares to say anything, but this is not what he wants, he must do his job well, do his best to develop the sect, and must make progress. Otherwise, how can this grow?

Thinking about it, Fang Fang completely fell into a deep sleep. And Fang Fang's room was even quieter at this time.