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"This is definitely a peerless genius!"
"A rare asset!"
At first, he wanted Meng Chuan to learn the basics of kendo.
I feel that it is too early to learn swordsmanship.
It can be seen that after seeing Meng Chuan's real strength, he knows that his aptitude is much stronger than imagined.
This is not the boy he used to be, a lot has changed!
The innate Jue Meridian has disappeared, and what has been replaced is the capital of the peerless swordsmanship.
The walls of the main hall were broken, causing quite a commotion, which immediately attracted several elders.
Great Elder Peng Ruyan rode a flying sword and stepped into the hall first.
"What's going on? Are there any foreign enemies breaking in?"
After seeing the broken cracks in the wall, Peng Ruyan was startled, and hurriedly defended herself with a sword.
The Zixia Hall is not an ordinary hall, but a spiritual weapon.
It has a defensive effect in itself, and there are defensive formations on the wall.
Even if a strong enemy comes, it can withstand several attacks without being destroyed.
But what about this time?
The wall was cracked into a huge crack two feet wide and one foot long, which was obviously destroyed by a very powerful sword technique.
Even if she makes a move, it is impossible to easily destroy the wall like this.
"This..." The Virgin of Zixia suddenly came back to her senses, looking at the half-destroyed wall, she wanted to cry but had no tears.
"My Zixia Palace...!"
This is a high-grade spiritual hall of the mysterious rank, which is a defensive magic weapon.
Able to fly in the air and pass through some dangerous areas.
Due to the huge amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures consumed in the production of the entire hall, although it is only a high-grade Xuan-rank, its value is comparable to a mid-grade spirit weapon of the Earth-rank.
There was a big hole, and more than half of the defensiveness disappeared.
Seeing her treasure being destroyed, the Virgin of Zixia was heartbroken.
Ugh...
What do you think is wrong with me teaching Meng Chuan?
I have to teach him a set of high-grade swordsmanship of the mysterious level...
Now it's all right, the sword move I used was too powerful, and it directly destroyed my treasure.
All I could do was break my teeth and swallow it in my stomach.
She looked at Meng Chuan meaningfully again.
This kid's last strike just now showed the strongest power of the Wind Chopping Sword Art to its fullest.
It is comparable to a strong man who has practiced this set of swordsmanship for hundreds of years.
Just starting to practice swordsmanship is equivalent to an entry-level level, so the power will naturally not be so strong.
As you continue to practice, your understanding of sword moves will become deeper and deeper, and your control will become stronger, and the power you will display will be stronger.
The same sword technique, performed by different people may have earth-shaking differences.
It only took Meng Chuan a breath to fully deduce this set of sword techniques, and he can also display the strongest power like a strong man who has practiced this set of sword techniques for more than 100 years.
This kendo qualification is simply shocking.
The Virgin of Zixia pretended to be nonchalant, and said to the elders beside her, "There is no foreign enemy... I just used my swordsmanship and accidentally broke the wall."
Meng Chuan's swordsmanship is too amazing.
The wood show will be destroyed by the forest wind.
He is still too young, revealing his aptitude prematurely will only cause harm, not any benefit.
So it's better to hide some.
He could only attribute the destruction of the Spirit Temple to himself.
"Huh? Holy Mother, are you too careless?" Peng Ruyan frowned and said.
"The Zixia Hall is a treasure of the Holy Land, and it's not just yours!"
"Since you ruined it, find a way to fix it!"
"If you can't repair it well, you have to take out the corresponding treasure and hand it over to the Holy Land!"
The two of them don't deal with each other on weekdays, and they are never polite when speaking.
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"Hmm..." Zhang Zixia's fingers hidden in her cuffs trembled a few times, "Elders, rest assured, since I destroyed the Spirit Hall, I will definitely give Holy Land an explanation."
Ugh...
If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have made things difficult for Meng Chuan. Wouldn’t it be nice to teach him a set of Huang-rank swordsmanship?
The power of the Huang-rank swordsmanship will never destroy this Xuan-rank spirit hall.
After several elders nodded, they left the hall one after another.
There are two more people left here.
Zhang Zixia walked to the wall, stretched out her hand to touch the cracks in the wall, and kept shaking her head and sighing.
The Spirit Hall is destroyed, so I have to pay for it myself...
Is it possible to make Meng Chuan pay?
Obviously not possible!
He is still an eight-year-old child, and he probably doesn't have a penny in his pocket, so it is impossible for him to take out the treasures to compensate the Spirit Hall.
"Looks like I need to find a master restoration master to see if I can restore this temple."
In this world, there are spiritual hall blacksmiths, and there are spiritual temple restorers.
There are not many such occupations.
A good restorer can completely repair the damaged Spirit Hall.
However, if it is repaired, it may also cause some wear and tear on the Spirit Hall, and it cannot be restored to its original grade.
For example, this Zixia Spirit Hall, before it was destroyed, was a high-grade Mysterious Rank, but after it is repaired, it may become a middle-grade Mysterious Rank, or even a low-rank Mysterious Rank.
"I will also repair the Spirit Hall." Meng Chuan stepped on the gravel on the ground and stood beside the crack.
"Why don't you let me fix this crack."
"You will too?" Zhang Zixia turned her head and looked at Meng Chuan's handsome face, "Do you know how to fix it?"
"It's not easy? Just paste it with mud." Meng Chuan said casually.
"You boy..." Zhang Zixia almost fainted in anger.
"Are you playing house? It's just a lump of mud..."
This Meng Chuan must have played a lot of playing games, thinking that this hall is made of ordinary bricks and tiles.
wrong!
Big mistake!
Every brick and every tile of this spiritual hall is made of natural materials and earthly treasures.
The beams are all spirit wood.
It's no ordinary tree.
"Of course I'm not talking about ordinary mud." Meng Chuan naturally knew that this was the Spirit Hall, and he also knew the materials needed for restoration.
How could it be possible to paste the wall with ordinary mud?
Obviously misunderstood.
"You, you, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand..." Zhang Zixia was depressed, and she didn't have the heart to tease this child.
No matter what kind of mud it is, if it sticks to the wall, it won't be able to repair this hall.
Meng Chuan shook his head helplessly, and did not continue to explain.
At that time, get a lump of mud and paste it on the wall, and you will know if it works.
After Zhang Zixia collected all the broken stones, she said: "Okay, let's not mention the matter of repairing the wall, how did you deduce the Wind Chopping Sword Technique just now?"
Meng Chuan raised his eyebrows and said, "This kind of sword move still needs to be deduced? According to the trajectory of the first form of the sword technique, all of them can be displayed."
It seems that Zhang Zixia overestimated this set of sword techniques.
When I closed my eyes just now, a villain appeared in my mind. I just recalled the first form of the sword move, and the villain took advantage of the situation and used the second form.
This is not deduction at all, it can only be regarded as the instinct to display swordsmanship.
"hiss..."
"Isn't this called deduction?"
Zhang Zixia was shocked immediately.
Meng Chuan's kendo qualifications are really elusive.
If all the children in the world had this level of kendo, the world would have been destroyed long ago.
"Since your ability to deduce sword moves is so strong, I will take you to the Immortal Stone of Sword Dao, where there is a set of long-lost sword techniques. If you can deduce it, you will be truly capable."
Sword Dao Xianshi has a long history and existed for 3 years before the Zixia Holy Land was established.
During these 3 years, countless kendo wizards will go to the kendo fairy stone to observe, trying to decipher the sword technique engraved on the fairy stone.
But 3 years have passed, and no one has been able to learn one and a half moves from the Immortal Stone of Sword Dao.
The kendo deduction ability shown by Meng Chuan just now was so amazing that Zhang Zixia thought of the kendo fairy stone.
"Okay." Meng Chuan is really interested in the Immortal Stone of Sword Dao, "I have learned a lot from the sword technique of chopping the wind today. I want to go back and study it carefully. We will go to the Immortal Stone of Sword Dao tomorrow."
He didn't want to go back to study the Zhanfeng swordsmanship, but to sign in today and refresh it tomorrow.
Since we are going to the Immortal Stone of Sword Dao, naturally we can't waste the good opportunity to sign in.
"Alright!" Zhang Zixia looked at the blue sword in Meng Chuan's hand, "This Qingfeng sword is a high-grade yellow-rank spiritual weapon. Although it is not precious, it is still very sharp."
"This Qingfeng sword is given to you as a gift, don't let it get dusty in your hands!"
"Thank you, Our Lady." Meng Chuan hung the Qingfeng sword on his waist.
This sword is not considered long, it is only three feet long, which is just right for his stature.
After Meng Chuan left, the Virgin of Zixia looked at the damaged wall and shook her head helplessly.
"There are several spirit hall restoration masters in the Jin country, and the one closest to the Holy Land is in Jinling City."
"If you go now, you can go back and forth in two hours."
Jinling City is one of the three major cities in the Jin Dynasty, with nearly 300 million people living in it, and it is very prosperous.
Among them, there are many immortal cultivators, and the auction house, Spirit Artifact Hall, and Pill Pavilion are all available.
Zhang Zixia drove the flying sword towards Jinling City.
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Small Bamboo Peak.
Inside the dilapidated wooden house, candles flickered.
The golden barrier arranged by soul power shrouded the entire room.
Meng Chuan sat cross-legged on the tattered bed.
Before breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, I haven't continued to practice.