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Inside the Record Crystal Jade, Ling Yun's expression was indifferent. The weapons in his hands were all different, and after a few breaths of time, he began his practice.

Lin Xie and the rest immediately went over to the Record Crystal Jade with their weapons and sat down. Concentrating their minds, they stared at the figure inside, not letting go of his every movement.

Although Lingyun only studied the way of the sword, it did not mean that he did not know much about it. At his level in his previous life, he already had quite a bit of comprehension towards the Heavenly Dao, so it could be said that he could easily learn these basic moves.

Inside a Record Crystal Jade, Ling Yun held onto a long sword and stood still for a long time, but everyone could feel a sharp aura slowly radiating from his body.

His long hair danced in the air without any wind, and his entire person seemed to have transformed into a divine sword that pierced through the heavens. Slowly, it left his sword sheath and released the light of the Emperor of a hundred weapons.

Just as his aura reached its peak, he took a step forward and unsheathed the longsword in his hand, causing a beam of sword light to appear in the air.

"Basic swordsmanship emphasizes on gathering potential. Only when one's aura reaches the peak can one condense essence, energy, and divine to draw out the sword. This is the Sword Drawing Arts." At the same time, an ethereal voice rang out.

The same thing happened in the other crystal jade records. The sword moved nimbly, the soft sword and whip were like snakes, strange and tricky, impossible to guard against.

The great sword and the great blade clashed, emitting a tyrannical intent, but they did not lose their agility. The wind from their fists whistled, bringing with it a strong sense of oppression …

"This fellow is actually so proficient in basic moves. Basically, he is proficient in everything. How did he learn it?" Didn't he put most of his energy into body tempering? " In the Purple Bamboo Forest, Ling'er's divine sense spread out like a tidal wave.

The entire training ground was within her range of detection. Naturally, she was also able to "see" the images recorded in the crystal jade.

Although these were the basics, it was not something that could be learnt overnight. Furthermore, it could be seen that Lingyun's comprehension of these moves had reached the Great Perfection Stage.

Other people would need to specialize in one skill or two, and it would take them at least two to three years to reach the level of perfection.

He didn't start cultivating from the womb, how did he do it? How much effort would he have to put in?

"Aunt Qing is so talented. Although his bloodline has been sealed and a Devouring Spirit Formation has been set up in his aura sea, his talent is not affected at all."

A mother is a dragon, but a child can't be an insect, right? " Ling'er thought to herself.

Only then would it explain why Ling Yun had such a deep grasp of these basic moves at such a young age.

At the same time, he felt a surge of unwillingness to lose. If he was this strong, why couldn't he do it?

I have Aunt Qing's guidance at any time. No, I have to work hard to cultivate the Crimson Flame Sword Technique to mastery as soon as possible.

As this thought flashed through his mind, his body flew through the Violet Bamboo Forest like a butterfly, not touching a single Violet Bamboo.

Soon, they arrived at a vast area within the Violet Bamboo Forest. With a flick of his wrist, a resonant phoenix cry sounded, and a crimson red longsword appeared in his hands.

The sword's body was long and narrow, and it was covered in strange veined patterns. It emitted a cold light and a scorching aura.

However, the entire sword did not look like a normal sword. It seemed to be forged from feathers.

It seemed like a sword but not a sword, a pair of wings but not a pair of wings. It was as if countless tiny spirit swords and a pair of scarlet wings had fused together.

With the Feather Sword in her hand, her aura changed. Her delicate body exuded a formidable aura. The Feather Sword thrust out a crimson sword beam. Several bamboo sticks in front of her that were as hard as iron were penetrated.

His body fluttered like a butterfly, his posture light and graceful. He didn't seem like he was practicing his sword, but more like he was dancing. Unfortunately, no one could see him.