Chapter 947: Fifty-nine days

"Brother Mu Yun, don't blame me for calling you!"
Chaotianming laughed and said, "You, I thought I had offended someone, isn't it the War Spirit Party?"
"Brother Muyun, I can pat your chest to tell you that if you tell the faction master now that you have understood the way of swordsmanship, and even condensed into the sword world, the faction master will definitely accept you as a disciple immediately. At that time, let alone war spirits. The party is the prince, if you offend him, he dare not deal with you!"
Hearing this, Mu Yun was a little startled.
How could it be so simple!
"But I am only a fourth-grade person in the fairy realm, not even a core disciple..."
"Brother Mu Yun, you..."
Chao Tianming said again: "What is the pursuit of a swordsman in his life? From the six levels of sword intent to sword power, then to sword heart, and then to kendo, many swordsmen have spent their entire lives, even sword intent. Untouchable!"
"Our master, now is also a sword master who understands kendo, a disciple who understands kendo, she will definitely treat her like a treasure, kendo..."
Chaotianming said, but got a little excited.
As a swordsman, who doesn't want to be a kendo master who is admired by thousands of people, who is handsome and shining with stars!
But he was too far from that step.
But I didn't expect that today, I would encounter a Mu Yun who is a master of kendo, how can this not surprise him!
And most importantly, Mu Yun didn't seem to be shocked by the understanding of kendo.
"Brother Muyun, let me tell you this. It is said that a thousand years ago, the master accepted a disciple who understood the kendo as a disciple. That disciple was only a first-grade immortal at the time. In the end, this son showed his abilities to reach heaven. Was killed by a casual repairman."
"Guess what in the end? We sent the master and chased the casual cultivator for nearly ten years, almost crossing the Antarctic land, driving the casual cultivator crazy, and finally took the head of the casual cultivator!"
"A kendo disciple is also of great benefit to the master's own cultivation, do you understand?"
"So, if you show your kendo artistic conception to the master, and the master accepts you as a disciple, at that time, no one in the entire Yiye Jian sect will dare to insult you, and they will even want to treat you!"
Hearing Chao Tianming's words, Lin Zhixiu and all four of them were very excited.
If Mu Yun's status can be improved, their status will definitely continue to improve.
And most importantly, it can solve the problem of the War Spirit Party!
"Thanks for your advice!"
Mu Yun arched his hands and thanked him.
"Thank you, if you really become a disciple of the Pai Master, in the future, I will be fascinating with you!" Chao Tianming said very heartily.
Everyone went all the way, marching forward. Along the way, the fairy beasts in the lake occasionally came out for sneak attacks, and they were all solved by a few people, all of which were considered to be tempered.
It wasn't until the shore that the two parties parted ways.
"Brother Tianming, what are you doing so much with this kid?" A disciple couldn't help asking: "This kid, a fourth-grade immortal, can still threaten the Tiange Party's failure?"
A Wuye Party disciple couldn't help saying.
"You know what a shit!"
Chao Tianming no longer looked a little hip-hop and hearty at this moment, patted the disciple’s head, and cursed: "You didn’t see that, along the way, the four of Lin Zhixiu and Fang Muyun are all called Muyun. You are respectful, admire in my heart?"
"If what I expected is not bad, Mu Yun should have formed a small party."
"Isn't it just a small party?"
Boom...
Chao Tianming patted the disciple's head again, and scolded, "Idiot, Idiot, you have been with me for so long, won't you just look at the eyes and act?"
"A disciple who understands the way of kendo, within the Yiyejian School, has one of them appeared in the eighth disciple under the leader of the school thousands of years ago?
"This son understands the way of swordsmanship, and he will definitely be valued by the dispatch master. At that time, with this son's ability, as long as he doesn't fall, he must be the eighth largest disciple."
"If his party becomes stronger, the Five Leaf Party and him will have infinite benefits!"
Chaotianming hated iron for not making steel and cursed: "Furthermore, the seven disciples in the sect are all taking advantage of each other. At this moment, we make good friends with Muyun and leave a good impression. At least in the future, this son will not Embarrassing us and being bad with Big Brother!"
"The most important point is that the mining rights of the Dark Profound Stone Field at the Five Gates will be re-divided. Our leaf disciples, core disciples, and the disciples under the seat will all fight each other to determine the mining rights!"
"The eldest brother is now in retreat, ready to surpass the prince, in the five factions competition, to emerge."
"I know!"
Chao Tianming looked at the vast continent ahead, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly and said: "The Pluto Party...It's been too arrogant recently!"
At the same time, on the other side, Mu Yun took Lin Zhixiu's four and left here.
At this moment, the four of Lin Zhixiu were quite happy and excited.
"One by one, why are you so excited?"
"Can you be excited!"
Lin Zhixiu chuckled and said, "Brother Mu, if you become a disciple of the faction leader, our Samsara Party will turn the sky upside down. Are you still worried about the prince, the war spirit party, etc.?"
"Yeah, when the time comes, we will all be able to work with the disciples!"
The disciples under your seat are capable people?
Seeing the excited expressions of the four, Mu Yun smiled bitterly: "One by one, still think about how to become a core disciple first!"
"Hey..."
Hearing Mu Yun's words, the four of them were extremely happy.
At this moment, knowing that Mu Yun could possibly become a disciple of the Pai leader, they were naturally happy for Mu Yun.
The whole Yiye Jianpai disciple, whoever doesn't dream of wanting to become a disciple of the head of the faction, the benefits are self-evident.
But Mu Yun didn't feel much about it.
First of all, the most important point is that he doesn't really want to be a disciple of the leader.
As a disciple, he has many secrets that he cannot keep.
The second is that the leader of the faction has not accepted the disciples in a thousand years. At this moment, the first seven are all highly powerful beings, all competing for the position of the leader of the faction.
He leaned forward now, not enough for them to stuff their teeth.
If it is possible, Mu Yun would rather choose, so as to ascend step by step.
It's just that if it is really a last resort, he can only choose to show his talent and let Ye Guxue see that he will become Ye Guxue's disciple.
Hope the result will not be so bad!
Five people keep moving forward together.
Ahead, the vast continents, mountains, rivers, basins and swamps, along the way, all kinds of terrain, I have seen, and all kinds of fairy beasts are endless.
A few people even encountered a fairy beast in the sixth-grade immortal realm.
Fortunately, this dilapidated Royal God Continent was unable to support too tyrannical power fluctuations, and those mortal bloodline fairy beasts in the fairy realm of Rank 6 were not too powerful, and they were finally killed by Mu Yun.
Along the way, the strength of the five has been greatly improved.
Mu Yun once again increased the rotation of the Heavenly Qi for two weeks, and the rotation of the Heavenly Qi for forty-five weeks. At this moment, the strength that he can explode with the Nine Heavens Falling Sword Art is also showing a linear growth.
And the four of Lin Zhixiu, under the guidance of Mu Yun, are constantly advancing in strength.
...
For the cultivator, time is always easy to lose.
The Yiye Sword Sect disciple who entered the Royal God Continent has been here for more than half a year.
But on the side of the sect, there was no intention to recall them at all.
At this moment, they seem to have become a pack of wolves raised by the sect, here, hunted or hunted.
In the past six months, Muyun and several people have also encountered some sect disciples, and there have been many fights.
On this day, a barren mountain.
The dense fairy qi, at this moment, suddenly escaped from a dilapidated cave.
Outside the cave, four figures, all sitting cross-legged on the ground at this moment, suddenly opened their eyes, looked inside the cave, and stood up.
The powerful immortal spirit fluctuates, slowly dispersing.
A figure walked out of the cave.
He wears a black suit, a belt around his waist, and long black hair floating in the wind.
It is Muyun!
It's just that Mu Yun at this moment seems to have a trace of majesty all over his body.
"It's done?"
"It's done!"
Looking at the four, Mu Yun smiled slightly.
It's done!
The fifth grade immortal, in half a year, Mu Yun became!
Looking at Mu Yun, the four of them suddenly felt that they were witnessing the rising of a talented person.
"For half a year, the fourth-rank human immortal, the forty-five weeks of the immortal aura will move, reaching the 50th of the week, Brother Mu, you are so amazing!"
"wrong!"
Hearing this speechless, Mu Yun smiled slightly: "Not fifty weeks, but... fifty-nine weeks!"
As soon as the words came out, the four people present were completely stunned.
"Fifty-nine weeks!"
Mu Yun's words immediately made the four of them completely stupid.
"My God, Brother Mu, don't scare me, my heart can't bear it!" Luo Cheng clutched his chest and leaned against Luo Yun, panting, "No more, no more, I need artificial respiration !"
"I can't do it anymore, fifty-nine weeks! Did I get it wrong?"
Lin Zhixiu stepped forward, looked at Mu Yun, and patted his cheek again.
Crazy crazy!
"I originally planned to retreat to the sixth-grade immortal realm directly, but after the immortal energy has been operating for fifty-nine weeks, the last week, but it can't operate anyway!" Mu Yun smiled bitterly: "It seems, It’s not so difficult to be promoted to a sixth-ranking person!"
"Of course!"
Looking at Mu Yun's dissatisfaction, Lin Zhixiu smiled bitterly, "Brother Yun, you are really dissatisfied!"
"Fifth-grade immortal, fifty weeks of heavenly celestial energy is running, and the immortal body is already strengthened to the point of being comparable to middle-grade immortal implements."
"Sixth-rank human immortal, but it takes a big week to run perfectly. A big week is a sixty small week. Now you are the equivalent of turning all the celestial energy in front of you, returning to their positions, and gathering and running again. , Of course it is very difficult. If it is not, the sect will not be set up, and the martial artist of the sixth-grade immortal realm will only be able to become a core disciple.
"Ok!"
Hearing this, Mu Yun also nodded.
He also probably understands in his heart that the sixty small week is a big week, the fifth to the sixth grade is the operation of a big week, and the sixth to the seventh grade is the three big week, the eighth grade There are five big Sundays, and nine products are nine big Sundays.
The gap between this is definitely not as simple as the first to second product!