Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

Hei Fanghai's expression remained unchanged, as if he had anticipated this. He only nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"Alright, since the Sect Master wants to give it a try, then let's give it a try. However, Zhou Siwen has been protecting Jiang Han all along. I wonder which elder is willing to go?"

Once these words were spoken, the matter was finally settled.

At this time, Elder Cheng, who had been waiting for an opportunity, immediately spoke:

"Master, this boy has a grudge against me. Please allow me to go and kill this villain to avenge my poor grandson!"

His voice was full of hatred. Cheng Xuanming was the young man he had devoted all his efforts to cultivate. Although his character was not good enough, his talent made him the best among his many juniors.

He has always had high hopes for this great-grandson and has even prepared a high-level inheritance for him.

But who would have thought that his promising younger generation would actually die at the hands of a junior in the Jindan stage, and that person was the sword cultivator whom he despised the most!

How could he not hate this!

Lin Shiyu glanced at him calmly: "A powerful spirit-transforming cultivator cannot attack at will. Have you forgotten this rule?"

She chuckled softly, "If you've lived long enough, it would be better to pass on this cultivation to your good grandson than to leave it out there."

Elder Cheng's face turned pale:

"Master, I was just anxious and said some stupid things..."

Lin Shiyu waved her hand and interrupted him:

"He's just a Jindan junior. Call Qin Menghe back and let her go. Don't forget, there are more people who want to kill Jiang Han than just our Yin Yang Sect."

"Send a few more of you, but remember, you only need to hold Zhou Siwen back. Don't attack the younger generation."

She glanced at Elder Cheng, and it was obvious that she was speaking to him:

"Behave yourself. I don't have time to collect your bodies."

Her time is very precious, so she doesn't have time to care about such trivial matters.

A Jindan junior, no matter how talented he is, who knows how long it will take for him to grow up? I'm afraid he would have already ascended to the spirit world.

No matter how powerful he is, it is not her turn to give her a headache.

Elder Cheng was not dissatisfied when he heard this. Even if he could not do it himself, as long as he could kill Jiang Han, everything would be worth it.

After Jiang Han died, he wanted to extract his soul and refine his spirit, humiliate and torture him every day to avenge his great-great-grandson!

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The black warship stopped above the sea of ​​clouds. As the rolling white clouds rolled in, white flowers appeared on the bottom of the ship.

Although the sun was shining brightly in the sky, for some reason, the area within a radius of ten miles was dark. Even the sun hanging high in the sky seemed to be covered by a layer of black gauze and could not be seen clearly.

Upon closer inspection, it was a layer of faint black gas that continuously floated out from the bow of the ship, gathered together, and covered the sky.

"The method of concentrating one's mind is to condense the sword's will into one, thus increasing its power. However, at its core, it is a method of controlling the sword's will."

Jiang Han sat cross-legged at the bow of the boat, looking at the black mist drifting around him and whispering softly.

In his eyes, the black air was no longer a hazy mist, but had become countless tiny sword auras, densely covering the sky.

An almost invisible thread runs through them, connecting them together.

He raised his fingers and slowly plucked the silk thread.

At the moment of contact, there seemed to be a buzzing sound, and the sword energy in the sky suddenly shook.

The next moment, the endless black gauze suddenly moved, and then gathered towards the ship at an extremely fast speed, and rushed into Jiang Han's hands in the blink of an eye.

He opened his palm and saw a one-foot-long black dagger hanging in his palm. This sword was condensed from pure sword intent.

A chill that was even more intense than usual spread out from it, forming a thick layer of black ice crystals above the surrounding cabins.

He could feel that this flying sword formed by the sword intent was at least several times more powerful than the sword light he swung casually.

"It's finally done."

Since leaving Zhao State, they have been flying towards the Zixiao Sword Sect for five days. It was not until today that they finally succeeded in condensing the sword intent into the shape of a flying sword.

According to Senior Brother Bai, when he condensed the sword intent into a size of three inches, he had mastered the method of concentrating the mind.

"News came from the sect." Bai Mujian's figure appeared at the bow of the ship.

He was about to speak when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the black dagger in Jiang Han's hand.

It turned out to be a flying sword condensed from sword intent!

Bai Mujian's pupils shrank slightly.

Although this method is a bit crude, you have to know that only five days have passed since Jiang Han caught a glimmer of inspiration and began to comprehend the method of concentrating his mind.

In five days, without any guidance, he was able to comprehend a method of concentration on his own, and was even able to use it in a preliminary way...

If someone were to guide him, would Jiang Han have already mastered the method of concentrating his mind to the basics?

This kind of thing is no worse than what the children of big families in the fairy world do.

But those people are all descendants of the great families in the immortal world. Since birth, they have had the immortal fetus bodies of immortals.

Jiang Han was just a small Jindan among the countless lower realms. How did he do it?

Bai Mujian suddenly realized that he had underestimated his understanding.

"Senior Brother Bai? What news has come from the sect?" Jiang Han saw Bai Mujian suddenly stop talking in the middle of his words and couldn't help but remind him.

Bai Mujian came back to his senses, and suddenly a somewhat crazy smile appeared in his eyes.

He is worthy of being the successor that I have chosen, he is indeed gifted with unparalleled talent!

He has such comprehension at the Jindan stage alone. If he becomes an immortal and receives the infusion of the Great Dao, how terrifying will his comprehension be!

"Five inner disciples in the Jindan stage went down the mountain to exorcise demons ten days ago and have not returned yet. Three hours ago, their last call for help was from a town thirty thousand miles east of here."

He suppressed the madness in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise:

"Right now, we are the only ones closest to that place. Deacon Hall wants us to go and take a look at the situation first."

After finishing his words quickly, he turned his back to Jiang Han, the corners of his mouth twitching, and tried to keep his voice calm:

"But the timing is too coincidental. This is probably a trick. What do you think? Do you want to go?"

"go with!"

Jiang Han did not hesitate at all. As early as when he took action in the secret realm, he knew that the other four sects would definitely attack him.

Even if he can escape this time, there will be more traps in the future.

What's more, he is now a direct disciple of the Zixiao Sword Sect. As he is in this position, he naturally has to do something for the sect.

As for traps, just crush them to death.

He has this confidence now.

At this moment, a streak of light flew over from a distance at an extremely fast speed. When it approached the warship, the light suddenly dissipated, revealing a palm-sized paper crane inside.

Jiang Han's eyes focused, and he felt a very familiar breath on the paper crane.

That was the breath belonging to Mo Qiu Shuang.

How did she find this place?

The paper cranes kept circling the warship, as if trying to find a gap to fly in.

A trace of annoyance rose in his heart, and a ray of sword light gathered at his fingertips, just as he was about to smash the paper crane to pieces.

Unexpectedly, the paper crane exploded with a bang and turned into six small golden characters, hanging in the air.

"There's an ambush, Yin Yang Sect."

"Yin Yang Sect..."

Jiang Han was not surprised by the Yin-Yang Sect's action. After all, the Cheng Xuanming he killed seemed to have a very high status.

What he couldn't really figure out was what exactly did Mo Qiu Shuang mean?

Lingtian Sect has always been on good terms with Yin Yang Sect, but she actually sent a message to destroy Yin Yang Sect's plan.

However, no matter what she wanted to do, it would not be really for his own good.

As soon as he thought about it, a green jade slip flew out from the storage ring.

As soon as it appeared, a voice came from the jade slip:

"Yin Yang Sect, three geniuses who have reached the Great Perfection of the Artistic Realm and one who has reached the Great Perfection of the Artistic Realm have taken action, and there is also a Nascent Soul Stage demon beast hiding in the dark..."

As expected, the news came from Ding Ruoming. Compared with Mo Qiushuang's conciseness, she gave a rough overview of the artistic conception of each genius's skills, and even their magic weapons and trump cards.

I guess it took a lot of thought.