Day fourteen.

Zhao Futu felt extremely heavy because the countdown to the return of the nightmare space had begun.

Since he completed the main mission ahead of schedule, he had already received the reminder with twenty-four hours left before returning to space.

The other Shushan disciples were still practicing their swords as usual. Zhao Futuku was sitting in the room struggling in his heart. In fact, his requirements were not high. He just needed to learn the basic mental skills and sword control skills like other Shushan disciples. But.

It was just such a small request, but now there was no way to satisfy it. If he missed this opportunity, he didn't know when he would be able to learn the art of sword control.

But.

If you use other methods to gain sword control skills, the consequences will be very serious.

This is the Shushan Sect, and there are a lot of great people with over 100 attributes. Any disciple who enters the house is at the level of a humanoid boss. As for the elders of the Shushan Sect, their strength is unfathomable, and they are definitely like earthly immortals.

plot character. Even if the Sword Demon comes here, I'm afraid he won't be able to make any waves. At most, he can only take a few moves.

Zhao Futu's heart was full of struggle. He looked at the figure wielding a sword in the sky and sighed silently.

well!

Is there really no other way?

"Senior brother?"

"Where are you going?"

Suddenly there was a sound outside the window of the figure of the disciple who was favored by the elder Chuan Gong and entered the house. He said to a man in black carrying a package: "Are you ready to go down the mountain?"

"Um."

When the man in black saw that he was a highly regarded disciple of his master, he immediately smiled and said: "It is said that a water demon appeared in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and caused trouble. Master is going to go down the mountain to slay the demon!"

"This time we are also going to take us down the mountain to practice."

As soon as he heard about subduing demons and demons, the disciple who broke into the house suddenly lit up, and then he said with some disappointment: "My cultivation is still very shallow, otherwise I would be able to go down the mountain with you."

"There will be a chance." The man in black patted his shoulder and comforted him.

The sounds outside the window gradually faded away.

But Zhao Futu's eyes suddenly opened, his eyes burning. They seemed to glow in the slightly dark room.

The elder who teaches the power is going down the mountain!?

Zhao Futu's already wavering thoughts suddenly became much firmer. The reason why he had so many worries was, on the one hand, because of the consequences of doing so, and on the other hand, because he was afraid of the strength of the elder Chuan Gong. But now he suddenly heard the news of Chuan Gong.

The elder was going down the mountain, and his direct disciples were also taken down the mountain for training. Zhao Futu felt that he had secretly seized a chance.

A little chance is enough!

Instead of wasting time here waiting for the final transmission, I don’t know when I will be able to come back and whether I will continue to be recognized by the Shushan sect.

It's better to work hard now and at least get the skills of sword control and Xianxia level.

Survival of the fittest!

As his strength continued to improve, the veterans he met became more and more powerful. This time, he was actually transported to the same plot plane as the Sword Demon.

So who will you meet next?

Zeus? Hera? Ling? The mysterious man? Or the scary Gemini?!

Zhao Futu felt that as his strength improved, the challenges he encountered were getting higher and higher. The competition among space agents was very cruel!

Once he is successfully promoted to a space agent, how can he be on an equal footing with the Gemini Sword Demons without the corresponding strength?!

The Oriental martial arts class has been strengthened to the point where he is now, and has encountered a serious bottleneck. If he cannot obtain the enhancement of the Xianxia class, even if he gets more than 100,000 survival points this time, the improvement of his own strength will be quite limited.

.After strengthening to a certain extent, having the ability to fly is a crucial step. Without the ability to fly with a sword or advanced skills, how can he fight against those contractors who stand at the top of the nightmare space?!

"Fight!"

Zhao Futu's heart skipped a beat, and a trace of strange blood appeared in his eyes.

Time passed little by little.

Near noon, Zhao Futu pretended to have something to do and went to see the elder Chuan Gong. Sure enough, he found that he was no longer here.

However, one of his disciples was left behind.

"What's up?"

The second disciple of the elder Chuan Gong frowned and stared at Zhao Futu in front of him, and asked: "Master has gone down the mountain for something. Is there anything you can tell me?"

"Is such that."

Zhao Futu looked at the room secretly and replied: "I have a friend who is still in the village at the foot of the mountain. I went down the mountain to see her."

"By the way, let her send a message home for me."

Hearing Zhao Futu's words, the disciple's face softened and he replied: "It doesn't matter, you can take this token and go down the mountain by yourself through the restrictions outside."

"However, you must come back before tomorrow evening, otherwise you will break the rules of the house. Don't blame me for being unkind."

Zhao Futu's identity was only a lay disciple. Since he was a lay disciple, he still had not become a monk.

It's not a problem to bring a message back.

There is no strict requirement in the Shushan Sect's sect rules that people are not allowed to go down the mountain, but the rule is that new disciples must practice silently on the mountain for a period of time.

Zhao Futu's face lit up as he took the token, nodded respectfully and said, "I'll send you a message and I'll be right back."

The direct disciple nodded and stopped looking at him.

Before walking out of the room, Zhao Futu turned his head and looked again, his eyes lingering on the study room on one side for a moment.

Then he walked out.

………………

At night.

Zhao Futu stood up quietly, took a look at the quiet environment around him, and instantly opened the net of perception.

——"Three flowers gather at the top!"

The temporarily enhanced perception reflected everything around him into Zhao Futu's spiritual consciousness, and he could even hear the even breathing of the disciples next door.

Little by little, he moved closer to the bedroom of the elder Chuan Gong.

Zhao Futu used the Qing Gong of Flying on the Grass to the limit, but no sound came out at all.

There are no restrictions in the room.

Zhao Futu had already observed it during the day, but he didn't know if there were any restrictions in the study.

There are undoubtedly many secret books in the Shushan Sect, but these are not something he can easily get. Zang and other sects' forbidden areas are guarded by dedicated personnel, and it is completely impossible to sneak into them with Zhao Futu's strength.

Then the only place that can be sneaked into is the room of Elder Chuan Gong.

The basic mental techniques learned by new disciples were all taken out from the study by the elder Chuan Gong. There may not be advanced magic techniques there, but they are enough to meet Zhao Futu's requirements.

What's more, if any restrictions were triggered and it was discovered, it would only be a crime of stealing the introductory mental method. At best, he would be expelled from the teacher's sect.

It’s not life-threatening!

However, if you sneak into Tibet or forbidden areas and are discovered, the possibility of survival is very low.

——"Creak."

The door was pushed open quietly by Zhao Futu, which was a little abrupt in the quiet environment, but fortunately it did not alert anyone else.

The cool moonlight shines into the room.

Zhao Futu carefully turned around and closed the door, then moved closer to the study little by little.

"No restrictions!"

Zhao Futu's face lit up and he floated into the room almost silently.

Elder Chuan Gong's study is not big, but there are a lot of things in it. The rows of bookshelves are filled with all kinds of classics.

Not all of them are martial arts secrets. Many of them are historical classics, some poems and historical records, and there are also records about various monsters. Because the study was so dark, Zhao Futu couldn't be sure for a while which ones he was looking for.

, he could only turn over them one by one. His eyesight was enough to see clearly in the dark environment, but it was a little troublesome to rummage because there were so many books.

"found it!"

Zhao Futu suddenly became happy and took two thin booklets that glowed faintly in his hands.

——"Swordmanship!"

——"Shushan Heart Method!"

With a hint of excitement in his heart, Zhao Futu slowly opened the pages of the book. Then a line of words appeared in front of his eyes:

"The sword is originally made of iron. It communicates with the spirit by holding it, moves by the heart, lives by the blood, and dies by non-thoughts. The art of sword control lies in regulating the breath, holding the Yuan and keeping one, so that the five spirits of the sword can be unified.

.The cycle goes back and forth, endlessly!..."

When Zhao Futu finished reading these two secret books.

A blood-red light appeared in his eyes, and the cold sound of the nightmare space also sounded:
To be continued...