In the middle of the moon, Feng Ziyue persuaded her mother to go back to rest, and also assured her that she would be cautious and careful during these three months, and would not dare to slack off a little, and would definitely return home safely with her sister.

Chu Hongyu was still worried in her heart, but she also knew that she was seriously injured, even if she insisted on staying here to guard, she might not be able to help her son, if the injury broke out, maybe she would become a burden to her son, so she had to hold back her tears and go home to wait, but she kept telling her earnestly and was worried.

Feng Ziyue knew that it was already the limit to be able to persuade her mother to go home, and it was impossible for her to completely put her mind at ease, so she was no longer reluctant, but she was more cautious and cautious, and she would not let her mother worry more.

After Chu Hongyu left, Feng Ziyue sat down cross-legged and regained his luck.

When practicing the Taixuan Induction Chapter, the whole body is full of Xuan Qi, and the fatigue and hard work are swept away, even if he doesn't sleep at all, he can withstand it, Feng Ziyue on the one hand does not dare to take it lightly, on the other hand, he also wants to step up his practice, every time he has more strength, in the many changes that follow, he will have more strength to protect his relatives.

These three months were the spiritual journey that he devoted himself to.

It wasn't until the sky turned white that he rested, took a little nap, and then he was already in good spirits, fetched water nearby, picked some wild fruits, and arranged a few warning organs, and then returned to Xue'er's side.

It just so happened that Xue'er was also waking up with her eyes rubbing, and she was cheering when she saw that the wild fruits he picked were beautiful.

Feng Ziyue looked at his sister's lively appearance, smiling, and happy in his heart. After he discussed with his mother, the Yu family's "Jade Cultivation Formula" could not be obtained for the time being, and Xue'er could not practice martial arts for the time being.

Isn't it to be reborn for 30 years just to be able to reunite with the family and no longer suffer from the separation of that loved one?

Feng Ziyue clenched the rusty sword in his hand, calmed down, and told Xue'er a few words not to go away, and when it was dark, she began to devote herself to the process of practicing the sword.

Xue'er has been sensible since she was a child, very well-behaved, and after listening to her brother's instructions, she sat on the side, holding sweet fruits in her mouth, holding her cheeks with both hands, and looking at Feng Ziyue practicing swordsmanship with bright eyes, and she sat down for a morning.

Feng Ziyue's sword practice is extremely simple, swordsmanship is ever-changing, there are infinite mysteries, but everything is inseparable from its origin, everything starts from the basics.

Chop, stab, wipe, sharpen.

For the whole morning, he was practicing these four changes, so that every inch and every minute of force can be sent and received by heart, which is the result of 100,000 times and millions of exercises.

In the previous life, for thirty years, Feng Ziyue had always practiced swords like this for three hours, until each sword was able to communicate with his heart, like an arm, as if it were a part of his body.

When he was reborn, he knew that the road ahead was bumpy and rugged, and the enemy in front of him was incomparable, so he needed to work harder and devote himself more wholeheartedly to be able to change his tragic fate in the future!

"Pipe in the middle!"

"Ji Sansi!"

"Chu madman!"

Feng Ziyue swung his sword while silently reciting the name of the future enemy in his heart, which made him even more uplifted, and every sword stabbed out, as if he was fighting with the enemy with all his might.

In just half an hour, he was already soaked in sweat.

Feng Ziyue's physique when he was young was so bad, after swinging it hundreds of times, his wrist weighed more than a thousand catties, and every time he lifted it, he had to exhaust all his strength.

The shoulders, waist, and back are even more sore, as painful as being pricked with thousands of needles.

Feng Ziyue was panting like a cow, there was a sweet smell of blood in his throat, and the pain in his chest and under his ribs was unbearable.

But he gritted his teeth and endured bitterly, and did not use the Xuan Qi in his body to assist, but still insisted on stabbing out smoothly with one sword after another.

First, it is to prepare for the enemy that may appear at any time; second, what he is training now is the fit between his own ** and the sword, that is, in his previous life, he broke through the restrictions and went straight to the innate path with the sword, although this road has a hardship that ordinary people can't imagine, but after success, it also has a strength that they can't match!

It is necessary to practice hard for a long time and endlessly, so that the sword becomes a part of the body, and take the first step in the unity of the body and the sword.

This is the sword path that Feng Ziyue realized in his previous life, when he lost his Xuanqi cultivation, lost his loved ones and loved ones, and was desperate for the future.

At that time, there was only a sword in his life.

After being reborn, Feng Ziyue had more bonds, so he had to rely on the sword in his hand to protect him.

Out of the sword!

The iron sword in his hand carried the sound of the wind, whistling in the forest.

If so, for a few days.

Feng Ziyue's Xuan Qi cultivation, under the impetus of the Tai Xuan Induction Chapter, has been successfully improved by another level, and now he has broken through the fourth layer of the Xuan Qi Foundation, and he can be regarded as entering the middle level among beginners.

If the people of the Feng family knew that his cultivation had broken through two layers in a row in just a few days, I was afraid that everyone would fall through the glasses. This is an amazing genius!

However, Feng Ziyue didn't rejoice in this small progress for too long, he had already seen the peak of martial arts, these small achievements, in the face of powerful enemies, were not worth mentioning, this only encouraged him to work harder to practice his sword and move towards a higher goal!

"Drink!"

Under the sun, he was sweating, but he still took out his sword and retracted it one by one, without a trace of slackness.

After a few days of practice, it was too late to completely change Feng Ziyue's physique, but he also felt that his arms were much stronger, and his sword was getting faster and faster, which was much better than the difficulty at the beginning.

In the process of practicing swords, all kinds of past insights and experiences also surfaced in his heart, helping him to improve faster.

Feng Ziyue's expression was solemn, with a flat-ended iron sword, and he looked coldly ahead. Although he was tired, his body was still straight, and he breathed evenly, except for fine beads of sweat oozing from his flapping nose.

Suddenly, the tip of his sword shook slightly, and the muscles on his back tensed suddenly.

Something is approaching!

Feng Ziyue's spiritual sense, which had been tempered by the battle of life and death in his previous life, became more acute under the tempering of the Taixuan Induction Chapter. At this moment, although he had not entered the realm of communication heaven and earth reached by cultivating the Taixuan Induction Chapter, he also clearly felt that a force was approaching.

Is it a monster, or is it a killer sent by some undetermined fellow?

As a great martial artist, Luan Tingfu would never appear in the forbidden land of the Feng family, and the rest of the people, Feng Ziyue still didn't pay attention to it.

Feng Ziyue sneered, put away his sword and stood, protected Xue'er behind him, and looked back into the depths of the forest.

I saw the branches and leaves in the forest tremble, and it was obvious that the thing was rushing in this direction!