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Although Houtian realm cultivators were the lowest level of cultivators … However, regardless of how low the level of cultivators were, in the eyes of ordinary people, they were unreachable and lofty existences. A cultivator was someone that all ordinary people would look up to.

Therefore, with Fu Yiyi's status and background, she was able to look down on most of the students in Class 1. After all, the students of the scum class were all 1-star geniuses. Most of them didn't have any background. Unsurprisingly, 99% of the students in the scum class would be stuck at the precelestial stage.

After Fan Wuji and the other seven had formed a society, their relationship had become very familiar. When they chatted together, they would inevitably talk about the matters of the Cang Prefecture. Since the seven of them were from the same village, they naturally had many common topics to discuss.

At the wine table, he switched toasts with a cup. After three rounds of wine and five dishes, he had five drinks. Fan Wuji and Zhang Jin, along with seven others, drank until midnight. It was already midnight. The seven of them bade farewell to each other and headed for their own residences.

Fan Wuji had an intoxicated look on his face. He staggered unsteadily back to the courtyard where his number 81 was located. The yard was still filled with the same eerie, evil wind. But Fan Wuji had the copper mirror hanging from his chest. The small copper mirror emitted a gentle light, wrapping around Fan Wuji. And so, Fan Wuji no longer felt any sense of oppression while he was in the courtyard.

Shortly after, a figure flew out from the 81st character. This figure stood under the soft moonlight. Although it wasn't tall, it gave people the feeling of standing tall like a mountain. The towering figure that extended into the distance and the beautiful peak was the illusion and aura that this figure gave people.

Following the gentle glow of the moonlight, he saw a man dressed in black. Under the moonlight, he could only see that he was dressed in black. This person was tall, short, fat, and thin. It was impossible to tell if he was a man or a woman, old or young. The black robe wrapped around his entire body. A kind of mystery and reverie.

The silhouette of the man in black was dragged along by the moonlight. The black clothed man did not use any of his inner strength, true qi, or even spiritual power. No one could tell the depth of his cultivation. In the next moment, the man in black stood on his tiptoes and shot away into the distance like an arrow leaving the bow.

The black clothed man did not use any of his inner strength, true qi, or even spiritual power. However, his speed was even faster than an Upper Sky warrior who had used his true qi. This speed was already astonishing. The speed that the man in black possessed was astonishing.

The man in black seemed to be walking at a slow pace, but his posture was graceful. As he walked past the buildings at high speed, he gave off the feeling of a leisurely stroll in a courtyard. Taking a quick and leisurely walk in the courtyard was originally a contradiction, but at this moment, it had actually appeared on a person with incomparable harmony.

Soon, the black-clothed man arrived at the edge of Yu Long Academy. This was an artificial lake. Even though it was a lake, compared to an ordinary Yangtze River, it could not do much. This was a shockingly huge lake.

This artificial lake was constructed when Fish Dragon Academy was a Life and Death Realm existence. With his own strength, he dug it out overnight and poured it full of water. To be able to create a lake in one night and fill the lake with water, this ability was simply unimaginable.

It was evident how formidable the existence of the Life and Death Realm was.

The man in black had arrived at the dazzling artificial lake. He stopped his steps and slowly circled around the artificial lake at the speed of an ordinary person. He walked to the lakeside. At some point, a three foot long blade had appeared in his hand.

He raised the three-foot-long Green Blade Sword high up in the air. The gentle and beautiful moonlight shone on the Blue Edge Sword as it emitted a terrifying cold light. In the next moment, the sword danced like a flower. A killing weapon and a sword. In the hands of the man in black, there was no longer any trace of killing intent. At this moment, the man in black was brandishing his sword, as though he was a young girl dancing in the air. This sword art could only be described as beautiful.

In the next instant, the man in black's sword technique suddenly changed. This sword technique was no longer graceful and slow, but rather an exceptionally beautiful technique. In the next moment, the sword of the man in black was like the tongue of a venomous snake. This strike was extremely simple and honest. This strike did not have any fancy techniques. What this sword strike possessed was an extremely tricky angle and an eye-catching speed. This sword was the Sword of Assassination. If one were to face off against this sword, he or she would be killed in a single strike.

As soon as he made his move, the sword art that the man in black was using changed once again. In this instant, the sword in the black-clothed man's hand was nimble, nimble, and ever-changing. Every thrust of his sword contained nine variations. In but a moment, he had stabbed out nine times. The nine swords all had the same starting point, but each time, there were nine changes. The nine sword moves were completely different, adding up to ninety-nine eighty-one different changes. So it wasn't an exaggeration to say that this sword technique had a myriad of variations.

Another little while." The sword in the black-clothed man's hand once again underwent a drastic change. It was completely different from the previous myriad changes in style. At this moment, what the black-clothed man was holding wasn't a three foot long blade, but a huge blade, or a gigantic axe.

This time, the black clothed man's sword technique was extremely fierce and ferocious. Although the speed and variations of this sword art were not many, it was better than its ferocity. It was a sword art that used strength to suppress others. This sword technique relied on absolute strength to suppress his opponent.

After the time it took to make a cup of tea, the sword technique in Black Robe's hand changed once more. This time, his sword technique was simple. It could even be said to be extremely simple and ordinary. This sword was a stab. Stabbing was the foundation of all basic sword techniques. It was a sword technique that every swordsman knew. However, the same sword technique, in the hands of different people, possessed completely different powers. Stabbing this move at this moment was practically turning into a miracle in the hands of the man in black.

This was because this thrust from the man in black was extremely fast. Although this was only the basic sword technique, everyone knew it and could break through it. However, the speed of the black clothed person was extremely fast, extremely fast, and extremely fast. It was so fast that it was unimaginable.

This sword technique was known for its speed. Do not underestimate the ordinary moves of this fast sword thrust. As the saying goes, only speed is unbeatable in this world. Just the word 'fast' was enough for a swordsman to enjoy his entire life. It was said that three thousand years ago, there was a sword immortal whose swordsmanship was famed for its speed. Of the eight swords, eight of them used this move, and eight of them killed eight Immortals of the same level.

The black clothed man's sword techniques were constantly changing. To think that he alone could grasp so many sword techniques with different styles and meanings. Furthermore, he was extremely proficient in every sword technique. There was not even the slightest hint of inexperience. On the contrary, each of his sword techniques were as smooth as flowing water.

At this time, the black clothed man suddenly stopped practicing his sword. His ears slightly trembled, his eyes squinted, and he stared at a corner far away.