In fact, from the first glance of seeing these two cultivation levels, Zhao Qingyang knew that the Zhao family branch was not a simple branch. There were too many things that could be involved in the two foundation-building stages!

Especially in the era when such a cultivation system collapsed and the continent could be invincible when it reached the Jindan realm. Two foundation-building stages and one Qi Refining stage Great Perfection. Can this be cultivated by a small family? Zhao Qingyang doesn't believe it. After all, if you go a little further, you will probably become a giant.

There must be a reason for this, but he still doesn't know what the reason is.

How the Zhao family is like has nothing to do with Zhao Xier, and the little girl will not take the initiative to ask. She only knows that the Zhao family is big and has a backer behind her. She doesn't know anything about it. She won't ask more questions if anyone else has told her.

"Sword, lift it up, continue, let's see." Zhao Qingyang said almost word by word.

Ten days have reached it, and it is said that it is really not as good as he wants, so let it go.

However, he is still optimistic about the sword body. In addition, after training for so many days, if he has not even reached the sword energy of the three-fingered fingers, what other sword will he use?

If a little guy in the innate realm uses a sword, his strength may be comparable to that of the eighth level of the body-building realm. He is a great warrior in the realm of the condensation of the meridian.

This is not a blowjob. The terrifying degree of a special physique lies in the fact that the body itself exists in the innate energy and can be traced back to its original source.

Zhao Xier did as she did.

With a long sword in his hand, he moved gently, and the sword energy was filled with it. This was only awakening part of the sword body. When the Jindan realm was fully awakened, I really don’t know if the strong man recorded on the continent could still have an opponent. Unless there is an old monster that is hidden, the Jindan will have the best attack power.

Moreover, the Tianling Root will probably be out of control after embarking on the path of cultivating immortals.

Is this the benefit of having spiritual roots, and it is also a coincidence. Is it angry?

The long sword was swinging. This time, Zhao Xier did not look at the mural. She had already imprinted everything in her mind. The figure, every movement, every arc, and every line, had been observed countless times. In her mind, there was not only a specific outline, but also an insight into it countless times.

Whether it is a lifetime, eyes and even footsteps, Zhao Xier has achieved perfect synchronization. She slashed out with one sword, and the sword energy rippled into a training game, rippling out step by step from the sword, and finally dissipated into the air.

Gorgeous but unreal.

Zhao Qingyang shook his head, but no matter what, this person had achieved the three-fingered sword energy, and even exceeded it. It seemed that it was OK.

As Zhao Qingyang thought, Zhao Xier waved his sword again. This time, it was extremely solid and almost formed a physical long sword. Zhao Qingyang's eyes were slightly brighter, and he used his eyes to measure the size of the sword energy, which was about five fingers.

Sure enough, there are essential differences between innate and acquired, sword bodies and mortals.

She let out a gentle breath and knew that she had done it. The efforts of these ten days were not in vain, and she had achieved expectations no matter what.

Zhao Xier turned her head and looked at Zhao Qingyang with a complicated expression, "Teacher..."

"Don't rush to call me teacher, you still..."

When Zhao Qingyang saw the sword that Zhao Xier had just put down, he raised it again, looking like, "Do he dare not want me? I killed him!", he quickly stopped, not intending to tease her. The little girl looked aggrieved, as if she was almost crying.

"You have not served the apprenticeship of a disciple, have you?" Zhao Qingyang said with a smile.

Zhao Xier threw the sword aside, wiped the tears that were about to come out of the corners of her eyes, burst into tears and laughed, and then knelt down heavily.

Three bows and nine bows, the most solemn ceremony of apprenticeship is not at all fancy.

After the salute, Zhao Qingyang pulled her up, and Zhao Xier handed her another cup of tea. The tea was not difficult to find. There was a pot next to Zhao Qingyang, and Zhao Qingyang drank it slowly.

Both apprenticeship and apprenticeship tea may be essential, and are also the most solemn and simple etiquette.

"Apart from my earth-shaking appearance, I have nothing to do. I can give you nothing. I will give you this sword and a weapon spirit."

"The Spirit of the Utility?"

"Can mortals also give birth to spirits?"

Zhao Qingyang shook his head, "Of course not."

Then he bit his fingers and carved an ancient imprint, suppressing it into the sword. Blood flashed away. Zhao Xier only felt that the sword seemed to have been strengthened, and also added some indescribable meaning.

Then he took out a colorful little sword with heartache, and the sword energy was ubiquitous. Zhao Xier was a little obsessed with it. Naturally, she didn't know that the little sword was taken out by her strange appearance.

Immediately afterwards, the perfect fusion of the two was a miracle. The sword body was just an ordinary material. Under the impact of that drop of blood, it instantly turned into a spiritual sword that could accommodate the sword intent.

"Okay, from now on, your sword spirit will be a drop of my blood. The sword realm that can be improved a little, just a little bit." Zhao Qingyang said with a smile.

Zhao Xier asked in confusion, "Will this have any adverse effects on the teacher?"

"No, this is equivalent to sharing a sword with you and I, and you can enjoy some of the conveniences brought by my blood, and I will have my insights in it. In short, there are many benefits."

"By the way, if you don't practice well, I can unilaterally terminate the contract." Zhao Qingyang said. "Retract the weapon spirit, and then you will have nothing."

"Then I will definitely not let down the teacher's high expectations." Zhao Xier knelt down again and said solemnly.

Zhao Qingyang waved his hand. "Get up, it's no big deal. In ancient times, they all did this. This is called parasitics. It should be noted that the power in the drop of blood is not something you can control. You need to add more metal to upgrade before you can unseal the seal layer by layer, and even the possibility of turning into a human form in the end."

"I see."

Zhao Qingyang nodded, quite satisfied with Zhao Xier. His character was persistent, independent, and persistent, which was enough. No matter what kind of sword body or sword body she had, her talent was just empty, and it was just a starting point for becoming a strong man. Even Zhao Qingyang could create a sword body with a drop of blood.

He got up and was about to leave, but he staggered and stood up holding the table. A hint of embarrassment flashed on his face, "I had known that the Qi Refining Period could not create spiritual blood, so I wouldn't have given it blindly."

Although he muttered, he walked back to his room step by step.
Chapter completed!