Chapter 84: The Sword's Name is Heavy Tide

  Suddenly, Li Ran's knife moved again, taking a deep breath, toeing the ground, swooshing down to the waterfall, Jingyuan's energy protecting his body, standing completely under the splashing water flow, the long sword defying the trend, fighting against this heavenly power.

  Body understanding of water, long sword sometimes against the current slanting, will be thousands of water pressure as the enemy, and sometimes with the water to strike, borrow heaven and earth's momentum into the power of the sword, the whole handle of the long sword suddenly light and agile like a wave, suddenly condensed heavy like a tide, in the boiling sword tip, the waves under the waterfall rush to the sky, just like two dragons fighting in the water, the momentum is magnificent.

  Fortunately, this mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk, and few people come here on ordinary days.

  Previously, Li Ruo was not accustomed to the boiling water pressure and could only hold on for a short while before having to come out of the water to catch his breath. However, as his swordsmanship became more refined, he gradually gained an air of equality with the waterfall, as if the water pressure had eased considerably, allowing him to stay underwater for increasingly longer periods.

  In the long sword, the hissing blade edge carries all the secret sword intent, from the initial obscurity to becoming more and more fluent.

  This exercise is for five whole days.

  Li Ruo's knife broke into the Golden Sword List and the news spread throughout Xuanji Mountain in a few days. The entire sect of hundreds of thousands of people was shocked at once.

  A new disciple who had just entered the door for only a month successfully hung his name on the Golden Sword List, and this achievement shocked too many people.

  The Grand Master Wang Shoudao, who had not yet left, heard the news and was both shocked and delighted, almost unable to believe it was true. Before the selection of disciples at Xuán Jī Mountain, when they set out from Wáng Hé Jí, Wang Shoudao did not pay much attention to Li Rándāo, thinking that with his fifth-grade strength, it would be difficult for him to get a spot, but who would have thought that in such a short time, Li Rándāo would sweep through like a hot knife through butter, all the way to the pinnacle of the tens of thousands of gray-robed geniuses, standing in the glory of the spotlight.

  That Qin Fengchuan, whom he regarded as a peerless genius, was also overshadowed by Li Ruo's brilliance. Wang Shoudao lost his spirit and shook his head, unsure what kind of emotions were in his heart.

  Shan Zhi handed back the golden sword in front of his chest to Fang Ziyan, with an unspeakable pain in his heart.

  "Fang Ziyuan smiled faintly and comforted, 'Shan Zhi, your cultivation days are still short. With your talent, you have at least the potential to be in the top sixty of the Golden Sword List. You still have a lot of room for improvement. Being squeezed out by Reng Jian is also a good thing, it's just right to hone your impetuousness. During this time, you must work hard and not just take Reng Jian as your goal. Prepare for the next time to strive for a better ranking in the Golden Sword List.'"

  Shan Zhi suddenly lifted his head, his eyes solemn: "Senior brother, don't worry, I will definitely fight back for this glory."

  He turned resolutely and walked away, with enough food and water to last him for a while. He returned to his usual secluded mountain valley, alone with his sword, spending his days immersed in meditation and training.

  "I have only mastered the first four forms of the Muyun Sword Manual, and I have never been able to grasp the fifth form. If I can master the fifth form and achieve the Muyun state of mind, my vital energy and swordsmanship will merge as one, allowing me to wield my sword at will like an extension of my arm. At that time, my strength will undergo a qualitative transformation, and I will be able to reclaim my Golden Sword."

  Able to charge into the Golden Sword Ranking among tens of thousands of Grey Robes, Shan Zhi was originally a talented genius with astonishing innate talent. Once he focused his mind and cultivated diligently, his swordsmanship improved at a visible speed.

  "Falling from the Golden Sword List is a great shame for me, Shan Zhiping. Can I regain this honor in just one month?"

  Huo Ran's sword flashed across the sky, dazzling everyone's eyes. Shan Zhi had already become enraged.

  The five-day water momentum insight allowed Li Ruo's swordsmanship to reach a brand new realm, with every sword stroke subtly containing the pressure of thousands of waters. Another boulder from upstream rolled down, and in the flowing water, the dark shadow of the boulder borrowed the momentum of the water to weigh several thousand jun.

  Li Ran's long sword suddenly rose, and with one stroke, it landed on the mountain rock that was rushing down. With a loud crash, the mountain rock exploded into powder in the water and rushed to both sides along the current.

  Li Ruo's eyes lit up with joy, and he leaped out of the water, standing on a stone pillar, panting heavily, knowing that his swordsmanship had made some progress through his comprehension of the water.

  Li Ran nodded slightly: Since it is inspired by water, this sword technique can be named "Heavy Tide".

  Counting on fingers, I suddenly realized that five days had passed and it was time to return home with the crowd. The excitement of practicing sword in the water almost made me miss the timing.

  Li Fendao still had infinite yearning for the waterfall, and this time he was not satisfied with his cultivation. He rushed to the Xuanhuo Cave, opened the door, and Qin Fengchuan had been waiting here for a long time. Seeing Li Fendao's drenched appearance, everyone was both surprised and couldn't help but laugh.

  Tú Shùn asked strangely: "Rán Jiàn, with your Golden Sword skills, how did you end up falling into the river? Was it one of your fellow female disciples who fell in and you rushed to save her?"

  Qin Fengchuan stood by and laughed loudly.

  Li Ran Dao smiled and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense, quickly help me find a clean set of clothes. I'm going to ask for leave from Master Ma Kong and prepare to return home."

  Twenty new disciples entered the mountain, and this unified vacation is two months.

  Li Ruo put away his knife and followed Qin Fengchuan down the mountain, from a distance they saw the green stone square, the arena had already been dismantled. Looking at all this, Li Ruo felt as if it were all happening yesterday.

  Passing through the bluestone square, they walked into the courtyard. The disciples of other mountain cities had already left, but more than a dozen people from Wangheji were still there. Seeing Li Ruo and Qin Fengchuan's figures, more than a dozen people simultaneously gathered around excitedly.

  The mountain wolf's eyes were burning with desire as he stared at the golden sword emblem on Li Ruo's chest, hesitating for a long time before slowly approaching him: "Ruo, can...can I touch this golden sword?"

  Li Ran Dao smiled and handed over the golden sword from his chest.

  The golden sword is just a kind of identity, a recognition of strength. In Li Ruo's heart, this golden sword emblem was also just an emblem.

  The mountain wolf was overjoyed and took the golden sword in his hands, reluctant to let go. The others looked at it for a while before returning it to Li Ran's hand.

  Qin Fengchuan and Wang Wanyu stood shoulder to shoulder together, looking at this scene with envy in their hearts.

  Wang Shou Dao burst out laughing and said: "It's getting late, let's set off!"

  Just as everyone was about to leave, Li Ranjian suddenly blocked their way: "Headmaster, wait a minute, let's wait for one more person to join us."

  This time even Qin Fengchuan was surprised, Li Ruo had been on Xuanji Mountain for a short time and knew a few people, but he hadn't heard that any of his fellow disciples were from Wang Heji's hometown, so who was he waiting for?

  Qin Fengchuan asked: "Ran Jian, is he a senior brother from the Xuanhuo Cave? Are there any of our fellow villagers among those senior brothers in the Xuanhuo Cave?"

  Li Ran Dao smiled and shook his head: "Not a senior brother from Xuanhuo Cave."

  Qin Feng's expression became even more puzzled: "That is..."

  Before he could finish, a figure in green clothes walked through the thin fog and strode into the courtyard, laughing loudly: "Not the senior brother of Xuanhuo Cave, but me! I'm from Linfeng City, and we're all fellow countrymen. How about it? Take me along with you!"

  Everyone turned around at the same time, and Qin Fengchuan was stunned for a moment. After regaining his composure, he hastily took two steps forward and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Master Fang."

  The newcomer was Fang Ziyuan.

  That's a thirteen-peak Qingyi Longmen disciple, just one step away from passing the heavenly tribulation and entering the ranks of the Dan Xian. Such a powerful being can accompany me, Qin Fengchuan is like a dream come true.

  The people behind, including the head teacher, were also stunned. Wang Wanxuan pulled Li Rengdiao's sleeve and whispered: "Rengdiao, you really have a good reputation, to make friends with a strong martial artist from your hometown in just a few days?"

  Qin Fengchuan quickly turned around upon hearing Wang Wanyue's words: "Wanyue, don't talk nonsense. This is Fellow Daoist Fang, a senior brother from our Thirteen Peaks' Longmen Sect, who is only one step away from breaking through to the Golden Immortal stage. Everyone, come and pay your respects."

  It wasn't until now that the crowd suddenly erupted into a commotion, with everyone rushing over in shock and horror to pay their respects. It was only now that they realized the person before them was such a high-ranking figure, someone they didn't even dare think about.