Those who enter the Tao with martial arts, in the early stage, pay the most attention to tricks and footwork. There are high and low exercises, but for them, a good sword fighting method is far more useful than high-level exercises.

Martial cultivators are not like physical cultivation, they fight purely with fists and feet, they also use natal magic weapons, and unlike Dao cultivation, they do not practice the Five Elements Spell, let alone use the help of talisman formations.

This kind of monk who focuses on moves is naturally not weak, and it is the same as an authentic sword cultivator, and one person can block several enemies.

This third-order late-stage martial cultivator seems to be the one with stronger strength.

He Miaomiao flew into the air, and at the same time, the knife slashed by the male cultivator had formed a strong wave of qi, which just grazed the soles of her feet.

This blow did not spare her hand, and even the aftermath hit her legs numb, if she didn't dodge, she would definitely be deemed unable to bear by the formation, and she would be teleported out immediately.

Her body twisted in the air, and with the help of Hanguang, she jumped up again, caught the trajectory of the male cultivator's footwork in the high air, and with a movement of her mind, she swung hundreds of sword qi towards the place where he was about to land.

The bright red fire light illuminates the dim cave sky, the sword qi is formless and substantial, but it is everywhere, the light is quickly divided into nine, and hundreds of swords are swung out after one blow, completely not giving the other party a chance to make a move.

He Miaomiao was extremely light when she landed, and her toes rushed into the air again, her whole body was like a sword, and her red clothes turned into a line in the air, and when she waved her sleeves again, countless red lights as thin as hair burst out, which was the attack condensed by the pure fire spirit.

Wu Xiu only had time to make dozens of moves, and as soon as he came to He Miaomiao's location, he was entangled by the sword light and fire spirit, and the strong aura surrounded him, completely disrupting the exquisite footwork.

His sword skills can be attacked and defended, hanging half a foot above his head and dancing quickly, the silver light bursts through countless sword qi, but it was those blazing red lights that made him a little unable to parry.

The male cultivator was sweating profusely, and he had to spend a lot of spiritual power every time to dodge the annoying Five Elements spell attacks, but in just a short period of time, there were some signs of physical exhaustion.

There is a no-fly formation set up in the cave, He Miaomiao constantly jumps into the air to observe, but he can also see the male cultivator clearly, seeing that his footsteps staggered for a moment, he immediately seized the opportunity, and with a movement of his mind, he made Hanguang merge nine into one, hiding in countless spell attacks, and quietly hitting the male cultivator.

The power contained in this blow, the male cultivator could not break it no matter what, and the Cave Heaven Formation instantly wrapped it, allowing countless red light sword qi to hit, and it could no longer cause any damage to him.

He Miaomiao blinked, and the male cultivator disappeared, leaving her alone again, standing in the middle of the wasteland with a short sword that was red in black hanging beside her.

After the end of the first battle, the spiritual power consumed was no more or less, He Miaomiao still did not plan to move forward, threw out the array and sat in place to meditate and recover, and by the way, others came forward.

When recovering his spiritual power after a fight, the dantian is like a mortal who has been thirsty for a long time, constantly absorbing and refining the spiritual energy of the outside world, turning it into himself to make up for the lack of it, and at the same time, there is a slight increase.

The quenched meridians made He Miaomiao feel that the speed of absorbing and refining the spiritual energy had obviously accelerated a lot. In this way, not only can you speed up your cultivation, but you can also quickly recover your spiritual power during battle, giving you a little more vitality in times of crisis.

When the spiritual power was restored to its peak, He Miaomiao put away the array again, and leaned out her divine sense to sense the movements around her, perhaps because there were too few peers who entered, and after a full hour, she ushered in an opponent again.

And this time, before the two could make a move, they were stopped by a shake from the cave, and at the same time, they reacted that the melee was over.

Large expanses of soft blue light drifted down from the dim sky and turned into wisps that were injected into each monk's token. He Miaomiao lowered her head and saw that there was an extra blue auspicious cloud on the front of the wooden plaque on her waist, which was the mark that she could enter Jixian Academy.

At the same time as the auspicious clouds appeared, a slight pulling sensation of teleportation came, and He Miaomiao's eyes were full of flowers, and they quickly fell to the edge of the waterhole when they entered.

"Third sister, I'm here!" Zishen stood on the other side of the shore and stood at the head of the Lingzhou and beckoned to her.

He Miaomiao got on the boat, and the two slowed down and flew in mid-air, talking about the Dongtian melee this time, they were a little unsatisfied.

"Who is the opponent of the third sister? I met a Confucian cultivator, but unfortunately I didn't last long. In the middle of the way, a famous evil cultivator came to sneak attack, and before I could fight back, the competition was over. ”

Zi Shen's eyes showed regret, and after listening to He Miaomiao's general talk about the fighting method with Wu Xiu, the two of them had already arrived outside the city gate.

The twenty monks who won the melee this time can enter the academy at any time, and if they are Confucian cultivators, they can directly enter the academy. He Miaomiao and Zishen didn't want to delay, so they bypassed the city barrier in the air and ran directly to the mountain gate of Jixian Academy.

The mountain range where the academy is located is huge, the Kefeng alone covers a wider area than Wanli City, and the outer peak is several times larger than the Kefeng, which can accommodate tens of thousands of students, and it is not crowded at all after entering the mountain.

There is a no-fly formation here, and after He Miaomiao and Zishen walked up the mountain, they found a kind-faced little Confucian cultivator and inquired about the location of the Kefeng Palace.

Several other monks who had been defeated by the Cave Heaven followed, and the group of outer paths quickly traveled to the top of the mountain, exchanging the event wooden badge for a temporary token to enter the Library Pavilion.

The reception steward was very kind, and gave them a map of the guest peak and the outer peak, which indicated where there was a cave to live in and where they could not go.

He Miaomiao and the others didn't plan to go to the cave to renovate, the two library pavilions were huge, and if they wanted to finish all the books in three days, their actions were naturally getting better and better.

The formation in the temporary token has a time limit, and when it comes to three days, it will not only pass them out of the library pavilion, but also lose its protective effect, making it difficult for them to move an inch in the guest peak.

The two memorized the map, hung the token on their waists, and soon came to the cloud bridge to the outer peak, He Miaomiao stepped on the soft bridge deck, stood in the clouds and mist, and said softly: "I will go to the outer peak from here, and after three days, we will meet at the foot of the mountain." ”

"Okay!" Zishen waved at her, watching her back disappear into the depths of the clouds, and he turned around and went straight to the library on the top of the mountain.

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The cloud bridge is hazy, you can't see the high cliffs on both sides, and the corner of the outer peak is faintly visible in front of you.

The Outer Peak Library Pavilion is also on the top of the mountain, He Miaomiao's footsteps are not stopping, along the mountain road all the way up, when he walks to the last few stone steps, he can see the towering circular giant tower when he raises his eyes.

The platform at the top of the mountain is crowded with people, including Confucian monks dressed in disciple uniforms, and foreign monks who come to visit. He Miaomiao quickened her pace and walked up the stone steps, not caring about admiring the majesty of the giant tower, injecting a trace of spiritual power into the token on her waist, and raising her feet into the tower.