There's something wrong with the general.

Wen Yuxi touched his chin.

When flying the sword, the spirit sword obeyed his command, but why did it shake wildly after jumping onto the sword?

Wen Yuxi tried a few more times, but the same problem occurred.

Zhiming saw that he was concentrating on studying the art of flying with a sword, and a smile appeared on his face.

He stepped aside, not worrying about Wen Yuxi getting into any trouble, and started practicing on his own.

Wen Yuxi pondered over what the problem might be.

Mantra, control the sword, steady the body, and block the strong wind.

There must be no problem with the mnemonics.

The problem naturally arises in controlling the sword.

In order to control the sword well, one naturally needs to maintain the connection between spiritual consciousness and the sword, as well as the drive of spiritual power.

His spiritual consciousness has always been connected with the spiritual sword, and the problem lies in his spiritual power.

When Wen Yuxi thought of this, his heart suddenly moved.

Something seemed to flash through my mind quickly.

Spiritual power, spiritual power...

Wen Yuxi murmured to himself and slowly closed his eyes.

He mobilized all his spiritual power and slowly injected it into the Hanxing Sword.

Suddenly the sword began to shake, breaking its previous balance.

Wen Yuxi hurriedly and steadily input spiritual power so that the spiritual power on the sword was evenly distributed.

After a while, the sword stopped shaking.

His eyes lit up and he activated his spiritual power again.

The Hanxing Sword suddenly grew larger, becoming longer and wider.

The force area under Wen Yuxi's feet is also larger.

He controlled the Cold Star Sword with his mind, moving it forward slowly and steadily.

After flying around the open space for a few times, he was able to completely control the sword and keep it stable.

He was not satisfied with this, so he raised the Cold Star Sword into the air, flying it diagonally toward the sky, or diving downward.

The process was extremely exciting and his heart was pounding. Fortunately, he was careful and cautious and did not make any mistakes.

At this moment, Zhiming suddenly opened his eyes, stood up from the ground and said, "Junior brother, let's go for a walk somewhere else."

Wen Yuxi was stunned when he heard this, and then said embarrassedly: "Brother, I don't think I can lead anyone yet..."

Zhiming chuckled and shook his head: "No need, you fly the sword in front and go wherever you want, I will follow behind you."

Hearing this, Wen Yuxi's face turned red.

He must have been circling over this open space and didn't dare to fly far away, so his senior brother used this excuse to let him try flying far away.

The mountain here is steep and there is a deep abyss below. If you fall down accidentally, you will be smashed to pieces and die.

He also felt that he had not practiced enough, so he did not dare to try.

But if his senior brother follows behind him, he can let go.

When an eagle is learning to fly, the eagle will take it to the edge of a cliff to practice taking off, and then cruelly push it off the cliff. In fear and despair, the eagle will instinctively flap its wings and learn to fly.

Wen Yuxi glanced at Zhiming secretly, thinking anxiously: Senior brother can’t be that scary.

Zhiming was confused and raised his eyelids, asking, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay," Wen Yuxi shook his head repeatedly, fearing that Zhiming would see through his thoughts, so he urged.

"Brother, let's go."

Without waiting for Zhiming to speak, Wen Yuxi drove the flying sword and flew forward first.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the air is fresh, and there is a gentle breeze.

Wen Yuxi narrowed his eyes, raised his chin slightly, spread his arms, and flew quickly to the other end of the sky.

An unprecedented feeling of freedom surged in my heart.

There is a sense of freedom that "the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly."

Wen Yuxi looked at the mountains and rivers at his feet and couldn't help laughing.

He practiced on the plains of Yuping Mountain for an hour or two and became quite familiar with the control of the flying sword.

At this moment, he was like a horse that had broken free from its reins, flying freely in the air and forgetting his fear for a moment.

After flying for a while, I felt no movement behind me.

So he carefully controlled the Hanxing Sword to slow down, then made a big turn and turned around.

Normally, he could just move his feet on the sword and turn around, but he was afraid of falling, so he didn't dare turn around.

"Senior Brother!" Wen Yuxi shouted excitedly.

Zhiming followed closely behind him, always keeping a distance of ten feet away.

When Wen Yuxi sped up, he also sped up, and when he slowed down, he also slowed down.

This touched Wen Yuxi deeply.

He deliberately slowed down and waited for Zhiming to come over: "Brother, come here quickly."

Zhi Ming looked at him with his phoenix eyes and curled the corners of his lips: "Okay."

He stood on the sword with his hands behind his back, like an immortal in a myth.

On the other hand, Wen Yuxi was a little nervous and silly when controlling the Hanxing Sword.

Wen Yuxi scratched his head, his excitement outweighing his image.

When Zhiming's sword approached, he blinked and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

He reached out, grabbed Zhiming's arm and hugged him tightly.

Zhiming let him hold him, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Wen Yuxi laughed loudly twice: "I want to take a break."

As he spoke, he suddenly jumped over the Hanxing Sword.

Because Zhiming was the only one holding the sword, the blade did not grow larger.

When Wen Yuxi jumped over, she could only squeeze together with him, holding the clothes around his waist tightly with both hands.

Although he had learned to fly with a sword, he had not yet learned the skill of falling off a cliff and quickly summoning a flying sword.

Zhiming was afraid that he would fall, so he kept one arm around his waist.

After walking for a while, they passed by a wide meadow.

Wen Yuxi patted Zhiming's shoulder excitedly: "Brother, let's go down quickly."

"it is good."

The flying sword quickly slowed down in the air and dived downwards.

When it was still dozens of meters away from the ground.

Wen Yuxi's eyes rolled, and he suddenly pried Zhiming's arm apart and jumped under the sword.

My body was falling rapidly, my eyes fell on the ground, and a feeling of dizziness came over me.

Oh my god, it's so scary.

He covered his pounding chest and quickly summoned the Cold Star Sword.

In an instant, a cold light flashed, and a spiritual sword firmly supported his feet.

Wen Yuxi was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat on his back, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

He looked up at Zhiming with great pride: "Brother, I got it! My sword caught me!"

Zhiming's phoenix eyes flickered, the fear in his eyes disappeared, and a calm smile hung on his face: "Yeah."

The two landed on the grass together.

Wen Yuxi was in a state of disgrace. He collapsed to the ground, his whole body limp, and rolled over and over.

The grass exudes a fresh fragrance, which is very pleasant.

A strand of hair on Zhiming's temple was blown by the wind, and his plain white clothes made him look as if he was about to fly away with the wind.

Wen Yuxi grabbed his wrist with a smile and pulled him to the ground. The man immediately became more down-to-earth.

"Brother, please sit down."

Zhiming paused for a moment and finally sat down.

"Junior brother, you have made some progress in flying with a sword. Congratulations."

Wen Yuxi supported himself on his shoulders and sat up, looking at him with sparkling eyes: "What's the reward?"

It is indeed a little shameful to ask for gifts, but my senior brother is not someone else!