Chapter 73 Qiankun Fan, Sword Saint Inheritance [Asking for Monthly Votes]

Looking at the natal treasure spirit gradually appearing above Fang Wang's head, the Sword Saint's eyes flashed with disappointment.

It's not a sword, what a pity!

But the Sword Saint thought that his end was coming, and his eyes dimmed again. He had no choice.

He stood on the lake and looked at Fang Wang quietly.

As the natal treasure spirit became more and more solid, the momentum it exuded gradually became stronger, causing the sky to be covered with dark clouds, which quickly transformed into thunderclouds and thunder.

In the distance, the sword cultivators who were comprehending the sword on the lake raised their heads one after another, and their faces showed confusion.

Xiao Zi looked up and saw that the sky was changing. Worry appeared in its snake eyes. It was afraid that the movement was too big and would cause trouble.

At this moment, it felt an unimaginable pressure coming from behind. It turned its head and looked, and its snake eyes widened.

The Sword Saint raised his right hand, and sword shadows rose from the fog behind him. Looking up, the lake area was surrounded by countless sword shadows, forming a sword formation. The sword shadows burst out sword energy, forming a sword energy light curtain, isolating this area.

"Don't worry, I'm clearing the formation for him."

The voice of the Sword Saint came, and Xiao Zi was relieved when she heard it.

Wait!

Is he talking to me?

Xiao Zi was so scared that her whole body tightened, and she was even more afraid of the Sword Saint.

Fang Wang heard the words of the Sword Saint, and his heart was at ease. If the other party had bad intentions, there was no need to wait any longer.

At the same time, the sword servants and sword cultivators in the distance saw the sword formation rising into the sky, and they all realized that it was the work of the Sword Saint.

Jian Tianze was so vast, but when the Sword Saint's sword formation rose, it was like a huge mountain of sword energy, no smaller than the surrounding peaks, and the momentum was even more magnificent.

Such sword energy was enough to make all the sword cultivators who witnessed this scene obsessed.

With the Sword Saint sweeping the formation, Fang Wang's subsequent shaping process was naturally smooth.

As time went by, the folding fan on his head gradually solidified. It was a black fan with flame patterns printed on the leaves. These flame patterns could store Xuanyang True Fire and be used to target ghost weapons.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was surging, and lightning flashed above, but it did not fall for a long time, as if the God of Heaven was expressing dissatisfaction.

The Sword Saint looked at Fang Wang's treasure spirit and uttered two words: "Earth Yuan!"

He himself was also an Earth Yuan treasure spirit, so he was very clear about the characteristics of the Earth Yuan grade, but he noticed that this treasure spirit was still absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which meant that its grade had not been shaped to the limit.

This was not surprising to the Sword Saint. He set up a formation here, and only treasure spirits that surpassed Xuan Yuan could be shaped successfully. Fang Wang could cause celestial phenomena, proving that he was not an ordinary Earth Yuan. This was a trap he set up. For his sword servants, he deliberately lowered the threshold for fear of scaring away the destined people.

The Sword Saint had expectations in his heart.

I hope this boy can create a grade that surpasses the Earth Yuan Treasure Spirit.

Just like Fang Wang of Taiyuan Sect!

When he thought of Fang Wang, the Sword Saint couldn't help but sigh. It was a pity that such a genius had already joined Taiyuan Sect, and Taiyuan Sect would definitely not let him go.

There are ties with sects, and it doesn't meet his selection criteria.

Suddenly!

The Sword Saint's face changed slightly. He felt his treasure spirit trembling, which made his eyes burst with spirit.

Really...

Fang Wang was fully immersed in shaping the spirit and had forgotten everything in the outside world.

I don't know how long it has been.

Fang Wang suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. The Xuanyang True Fire on his head spread out, carrying heat waves in all directions and shaking the sword formation.

He stood up, raised his hand to grab the top of his head, holding the fan handle, and a black folding fan with a flame pattern appeared in his hand.

He looked closely and saw the sword formation of the sword master. His mind moved, and he suddenly waved the black folding fan towards the sword energy curtain in the distance.

Boom——

He waved the fan with one hand, and the lake in front of him exploded directly. The terrifying wind and waves visible to the naked eye were mixed with surging water, and the nearly ten-foot-high waves hit the sword formation light curtain head-on, and the whole sword formation trembled.

The sword master raised his eyebrows, his eyes focused, and pointed at the lake with two fingers of his right hand. In an instant, the originally shaking sword formation was as stable as a mountain, until the waves were offset.

Fang Wang exhaled a breath of turbid air and secretly said it was a pity.

He turned to look at the sword master, bowed his hands, and said: "Junior Zhou Yu thanks the sword master for raiding the formation. I was just excited just now and couldn't help but want to show it. I hope you don't blame me."

If he broke the sword formation with one blow, it would be fine, and the other party would not dare to say anything more.

After failure, I can only be polite.

Of course, he really had no intention of offending, he just wanted to test how strong his third natal treasure spirit was.

"It's okay, it's my honor to witness the birth of Tianyuan. I didn't expect that this land could give birth to two Tianyuan in the same era. It seems that the man didn't deceive me. This place can really fulfill my wish. It's a pity that your treasure spirit is not a sword, otherwise I would like to give you all my inheritance."

The Sword Saint stroked his beard and sighed. Fang Wang was even more curious about what the Sword Saint wanted to give him.

He wanted to take out the Tianhong Sword, but he couldn't act rashly. What if the Sword Saint wanted to take over the body?

To be honest, he was not very interested in the Sword Saint's inheritance. He had a lot of unique skills for fighting now, but he didn't want to enter the Heavenly Palace and be depressed for hundreds of years.

Fang Wang suddenly had an idea and said, "Senior, I was able to create this treasure thanks to you. How about you give it a name?"

The Sword Saint was a little hesitant when he heard it, but thinking that he didn't have much time left, he smiled and said thoughtfully, "Its power is like fire, its movement is like thunder, and it can shake the world with one fan. Why not call it Qiankun Fan?"

Qiankun Fan?

Fang Wang thought the name was good and hurriedly thanked the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint waved his sleeves, dispelled the sword formation, and the sword energy curtain broke and dispersed. The sword energy in the sky was like a thick fog dissipating, which was extremely spectacular.

Then, the Sword Saint walked towards Fang Wang.

Xiao Zi immediately came to Fang Wang, climbed up along his legs, and got into his arms.

The Sword Saint landed on the wooden bridge, walked past Fang Wang, and said, "Continue to practice. I will give you something in a year."

Fang Wang watched him walk into the attic at the back and closed the door.

One year?

No tricks, right?

Think about it carefully. Judging from the power of the sword formation just now, Fang Wang is definitely not the opponent of the Sword Saint now. If the Sword Saint wants to harm him, why wait another year?

Even if there is a special reason to wait for a year, just in case, shouldn't he be suppressed directly now?

Fang Wang thought about it and decided to wait for a year. It was just right to practice here.

The scenery here is nice and very suitable for practice.

Fang Wang turned around and played with the Qiankun fan in his hand. He liked it more and more.

A lone figure in the cold river, wearing white clothes and holding a black fan, came in the wind. The lotus flowers under the bridge were leaning to the left and right, but they were full of messy beauty. This scene was as beautiful as a painting.

…

After shaping the Qiankun fan, Fang Wang's strength increased greatly. After that, he did not wander around, but meditated on the wooden bridge.

The Xuanxin realm is not enough!

He must reach the Concentrated Spirit Realm as soon as possible, firstly, to have the confidence to face all the crises in the Daqi cultivation world, and secondly, to go and get the inheritance of the Tiangang Holy Body True Art.

Well, to this day, he still thinks about the Tiangang Holy Body True Art.

In a blink of an eye.

Half a year passed.

It took Fang Wang half a year to break through to the second level of the Xuanxin realm. He felt that it was very slow, but when he thought that many people could only be stuck in the first level of the Xuanxin realm throughout their lives, he was relieved again.

After the breakthrough, he continued to practice sitting on the bridge, with his eyes open, looking at the lake.

In the past six months, he has been practicing, and the Sword Saint has not come out since he entered the attic behind. He cannot feel the breath in the attic, so he cannot judge whether the Sword Saint is still there, but it is not good to disturb him rashly.

In recent days, Fang Wang has been very interested in the changes on the lake. He always feels that the Sword Saint has a special intention to arrange him to practice here. The fog of this lake changes every day. For some reason, when the fog surges, he feels that he can vaguely see a figure practicing sword, but every time he thinks of this, he can no longer see the figure when he looks at the fog on the lake.

"Why are you here?"

A familiar voice came, Fang Wang glanced and saw Fang Hanyu coming with a sword, with a look of surprise on his face.

Fang Wang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this kid did not call him by his real name.

This is Fang Hanyu, who is meticulous. As soon as he saw Fang Wang, he knew that Fang Wang changed his name. After all, there were a lot of discussions about him in Jian Tianze, especially Song Jinyuan was still in decadence.

Fang Wang waved at him, and he immediately flew over and landed beside Fang Wang.

"Practicing here, what about you?" Fang Wang asked with a smile.

Fang Hanyu replied: "Of course I came here for the inheritance of the Sword Saint. Unfortunately, I have been here for more than half a year and have only seen him once. Why don't you try it too? You will definitely succeed. In terms of swordsmanship, I think no one can compare to you."

Who in the world can achieve this level of accomplishment in the thirty-six swords of Jinghong?

Clang!

A sound came from the back, followed by a gust of wind. Fang Wang and the others turned their heads and saw the Sword Saint standing behind them.

The Sword Saint stared at Fang Wang with burning eyes and asked: "Zhou Yu, are you also a sword cultivator?"

Zhou Yu?

Isn't this a name from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?

Fang Hanyu was secretly surprised. When he was a child, Fang Wang liked to tell him about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. When he grew up, he realized that there was no Three Kingdoms in the world. The romance of Shu Han and the style of Cao Wei were obviously made up by Fang Wang.

What surprised him was not Fang Wang's name change, but why he changed the name of the Dongwu camp. Didn't Fang Wang dislike Dongwu?

Why not call him Zhuge Liang, whom he liked?

By the way, I will also use the name of the Three Kingdoms in the future, and I can also form a secret code with Fang Wang.

Facing the burning gaze of the Sword Saint, Fang Wang gritted his teeth and said, "Well, it is slightly involved, but I am not a pure sword cultivator."

The Sword Saint narrowed his eyes and said, "Use your strongest swordsmanship to spar with me. If you satisfy me, I will also give you my inheritance."

Fang Wang frowned.

Once he uses the Jinghong Divine Sword Art or the Jiutian Canglei Sword Formation, it is easy to expose his identity.

A Taiyuan Sect disciple who shaped the Tianyuan Treasure Spirit...

"If you perform well, my inheritance will not only be given to you, but also to him." The Sword Saint spoke again, and he glanced at Fang Hanyu.

Fang Hanyu was not excited, but fell into silence.

He didn't know what Fang Wang was hesitating about, but he was afraid that he would cause trouble for Fang Wang.

Before he landed, he deliberately used his spiritual sense to scan the attic, and there was clearly no one...

That is to say, this person is the Sword Saint!

Apart from the Sword Saint, who else can be so unfathomable?

But...why did Fang Wang resist the Sword Saint's inheritance?