: Introductory Training Begins with Personal Instruction

Who are you?

Gu Li stared at Fang Wang, her delicate brows furrowed as she carefully examined him. Anyone who dared to step forward now must be extraordinary. Could it be that she had misjudged him, and that this young man had a great background?

Everyone was scrutinizing Fang Wang, including the Sleepy True Man.

Fang Wang calmly said, "My name is Fang Wang. How about we have a spar first, and the winner will be qualified to fight everyone alone? What do you say?"

As soon as these words were spoken, some people started making a fuss. Everyone present had a background in cultivation families. Although they did not dare to step forward rashly, they were still very excited to see someone disrespect Gu Li.

Most people were wary of the reputation of the Gu family in Luobei, but the rest were just cautious. They felt that if they rashly competed for the position of a personal disciple, they might not even be able to qualify for the position of a sword-wielding disciple. If they were surrounded by fifty-one people, they might be defeated before they could even show their strength.

The Sleepy Immortal stood aside, stroking his beard, with a look of amusement on his face; he made no attempt to stop it.

Gu Li took two steps forward, raised her hand and drew a thin sword from behind her back. It was two fingers wide but four feet long, and the blade gleamed with a cold light.

"Then let's give it a try!" Gu Li said firmly, raising her sword and pointing it at Fang Wang.

Fang Wang raised his right arm and held up the flying sword in his hand, but he quickly let go, and the flying sword was seen floating in the air.

Gu Li narrowed her eyes, immediately swung her sword, and unleashed a powerful sword strike that swept towards Fang Wang with unstoppable force, stirring up clouds of dust along the way.

Fang Wang swung his right hand sharply, and the flying sword burst forth with an extremely terrifying speed, like a cold light, tearing apart the sword energy in front of it, dispersing the wind and waves, and stopping almost instantly in front of Gu Li's forehead.

The wind from the sword blew off Gu Li's bamboo hat, tearing off her veil along with it, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. At this moment, her delicate face was filled with astonishment.

Looking at the flying sword hovering in front of her, Gu Li froze. The sword tip was reflected in her eyes, shimmering with a cold light like a star. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Everyone was startled, even Zhou Xue couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"I knew I wasn't wrong about him, but this kid's swordsmanship..."

Based on Fang Wang's performance that night, Zhou Xue felt that Fang Wang's true strength was definitely not limited to his cultivation level. That's why she pushed Fang Wang out. Fang Wang's mastery of sword control to such a level surprised her. The speed he achieved just now was something that even some Spirit Shaping Realm cultivators might not be able to reach.

Indeed, back then Fang Wang used an ordinary sword, but now he has a magic sword.

However, this sword is the most ordinary kind, yet he was able to unleash such power. What is the limit of this kid's potential?

Even the sleepy man was startled; he stared intently at Fang Wang, his eyes gleaming.

"Such domineering control, such sharp speed, able to stop instantly. Even I almost didn't react in time." Sleepy Master secretly felt a chill. If Gu Li had died here, it would have been a real problem.

The Gu family of Luobei is not to be trifled with!

He had to stay alert and keep a close eye on Fang Wang, afraid that the kid might go too far.

The Taiyuan Sect disciples behind him all looked like they'd seen a ghost. Was this kid really at the Qi Cultivation Realm?

Fang Wang didn't look at Gu Li, but instead scanned the others and asked, "Does anyone disagree with my candidacy for a personal disciple?"

No one dared to answer; they all stared at him as if facing a formidable enemy, some even silently taking out their own magical artifacts.

Zhou Xue's lips curled slightly as she thought to herself, "This kid is really sharp. He usually seems reserved, but when it's time to fight, he has such a fierce spirit. If he hadn't died on the night of the massacre in his previous life, how high would he have reached?"

Despite her thoughts, she took out a magical artifact, the yellow talisman that the Taoist in green had used before.

Fang Wang caught a glimpse of this scene and his heart skipped a beat. You're not going to get serious, are you?

Hey!

They're on our side!

Fang Wang twisted his right hand inward, and the flying sword that was hovering in front of Gu Li's forehead suddenly retracted and fell into his palm.

Gu Li's heart pounded like a drum as she stared at Fang Wang, completely dazed.

Just a moment ago, she sensed the approach of death; if the other party wanted to kill her, she certainly wouldn't have been able to escape.

Why is there such a big difference?

She hadn't even unleashed her Five Sacred Sword Technique yet...

At this moment, she remembered her father's words: "Taiyuan Sect is poised for great success, and outstanding talents will surely emerge from there. When you get there, you must not be careless."

Fang Wang didn't care about Gu Li's thoughts. When he saw the others moving and surrounding him, he knew that his sword control technique alone was not enough to deal with the current situation.

After thinking it over, he plunged the flying sword in his hand into the soil, leaving his hands empty in the face of the encirclement from all directions.

mad!

This was everyone's feeling. Just as someone was about to lose control, Fang Wang raised his right hand, palm down.

boom!

An overbearing aura erupted from Fang Wang's body, dust billowed up beneath his feet, and three fireballs condensed behind his head, resembling small suns hanging in the air. His robes billowed, and his expression turned cold and stern.

"This is……"

"How is that possible!"

Both the sleepy Zhenren and Zhou Xue were surprised; the former was pleasantly surprised, while the latter was simply shocked.

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Xuan Yang Nerve!

Zhou Xue claimed that she hadn't mastered the technique before ascending to immortality, but that was just to scare Fang Wang. In reality, she had cultivated the Xuan Yang Nerve to the sixth level, but later gave it up for other reasons.

It took her decades to reach just the sixth level, while Fang Wang had only been cultivating for a short time.

Looking at the three blazing flames behind Fang Wang's head, it was clear that he had not only mastered the first level, but she suddenly suspected that Fang Wang might have reached the seventh level, which she had not yet achieved.

No wonder this kid's cultivation has improved so quickly, reaching such a level in just over a month...

Such a genius was born in Daqi. Zhou Xue suddenly felt the power of destiny. Perhaps there was a force in the dark influencing the fate of the Fang family.

If Fang Wang survives this lifetime, then the world will change.

Although Zhou Xue found it unbelievable, it wasn't unacceptable to her. After all, she had ascended to immortality and had seen even more extraordinary beings.

"superior!"

The man in black wearing a straw hat spoke first. As he spoke, he slammed his hand on the ground, and the book box on his back opened, sending a series of black arrows flying towards Fang Wang.

The others immediately unleashed their respective spells, all choosing to attack from a distance. Even Zhou Xue made her move, her yellow talisman emitting dozens of golden rays.

In an instant, a rainbow of colors enveloped Fang Wang.

Fang Wang's eyes narrowed, and he clenched his right fist. The three fireballs behind his head suddenly exploded, turning into a raging sea of ​​fire that swept away spells and magical artifacts from all directions. The fire waves rose, creating a spectacular sight.

The next second, Fang Wang used the Shadowless Step to kill his way out. With the Xuan Yang Nerve at the ninth level of perfection, he was no longer afraid of any flames. In just three steps, he arrived in front of a cultivator.

With a single palm strike, he moved with the speed of a gust of wind and the force of thunder.

boom!

The cultivator was blasted away and coughed up blood in mid-air.

Fang Wang turned around and swept his leg out, kicking the female cultivator next to him. He was not only a cultivator, but also a martial artist. His physical reaction speed was extremely fast. He concentrated his spiritual power in his right leg and kicked the other woman directly in the face, causing her to faint on the spot.

He continued his attack on the next person, determined to defeat all his opponents in the shortest possible time, as his spiritual power was limited and he could not maintain such a high level of combat intensity for long.

The spiritual power of the Xuan Yang Nerve is extremely domineering. When Fang Wang used the Xuan Yang spiritual power to perform the True Dragon Palm martial art, what he unleashed was not a dragon-shaped true energy, but a magnificent fire dragon that raged and defeated several cultivators.

A man in black wearing a bamboo hat rushed up behind Fang Wang, intending to launch a sneak attack when he was off guard. However, Fang Wang dodged with the Shadowless Step, causing the man's staff to miss its mark.

Fang Wang turned around and unleashed a True Dragon Palm, which he managed to dodge, but the cultivators behind him couldn't.

Several more people were knocked away, their bodies engulfed in flames.

The Taiyuan Sect disciples watching the battle rushed to the rescue of the new disciples who were being burned, but they were horrified to find that the fire was not easy to extinguish and they had to use magic.

Fortunately, the flames suddenly disappeared, which relieved them.

This was Fang Wang's doing. The ninth level of the Xuan Yang Nerve Perfection allowed him to reach the limit of his control over the Xuan Yang True Fire, and he was also afraid of burning these people to death.

In less than ten breaths, half of them had lost their fighting ability, and the remaining cultivators jumped away, not daring to let him get close.

Fang Wang was as fast as an arrow, constantly searching for his target. His True Dragon Palm was too domineering, and no one could withstand its sharpness. When Zhou Xue appeared in front of him, Fang Wang did not hold back. The two acted as if they were strangers.

Zhou Xue actually exchanged blows with him!

boom--

As they clashed their palms together, a sudden gust of wind arose. Fang Wang frowned, sensing a sinister spiritual power that, like a venomous snake, was trying to erode his Xuan Yang spiritual power. Fortunately, his Xuan Yang spiritual power was strong enough.

The Sleepy Immortal couldn't help but look at Zhou Xue, his eyes lighting up as he thought to himself, "Another genius."

He directly classified Zhou Xue as one of the sword-wielding disciples.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Zhou Xue coughed up blood and flew backward, falling several feet away. She tried to get up several times but failed.

Fang Wang truly admired her; her acting skills were completely natural.

Based on that exchange of blows just now, he was almost certain that Zhou Xue was no weaker than him.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Zhou Xue couldn't possibly pass on her strongest techniques to him, and even if he were reborn, he couldn't possibly cultivate someone stronger than himself.

They can take care of their people, but only to make them better; they cannot devote all their efforts to letting them grow to the point of being out of control.

After Zhou Xue's defeat, the remaining people were no match for him. The vast majority of them were at the fifth to eighth level of the Qi Nourishing Realm, and only three people had reached the ninth level of the Qi Nourishing Realm, including Gu Li and the man in black.

Soon, only the man in black remained to fight Fang Wang. This man's agility was exceptional, making it impossible for Fang Wang to hit him for a short time.

The man in black felt the same way, even more frustrated. His spells were shattered by the fireball behind Fang Wang's head as soon as they got close, rendering them useless. After the two fought for more than ten rounds, Fang Wang's True Dragon Palm came at a tricky angle. Caught off guard, the man in black instinctively met the attack with his palm.

This pair has been defeated!

Falling to the ground, the man in black clutched his chest, coughed up blood, and lost his ability to fight.

Fang Wang turned to look at Gu Li, who hadn't made a move yet. Gu Li was watching from a distance. Sensing his gaze, she shook her head slightly, indicating that she was giving up.

"Good! Very good!"

The Sleepy Immortal laughed loudly, shouting, "Fang Wang has been promoted to a personal disciple! He is the first new disciple of the Taiyuan Sect to be promoted to a personal disciple upon entering the sect since its founding!"

His voice echoed beneath the sky, and the Taiyuan Sect disciples watching the battle all looked at Fang Wang with complicated expressions.

Taiyuan Sect values ​​not only cultivation talent but also combat talent, and these two are often inseparable.

The Sleepy Immortal was already looking forward to seeing what rank Fang Wang's spirit would be after it was shaped, and whether it could catch up with that kid.