I Am a Magic Sword Chapter 744: Mind level

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"Why roll your eyes? Don't you like handsome guys?"

"Like it, I just hope you can calm down, you and him, it's impossible!" said the slightly calmer female disciple.

"..."

The words of the three female disciples made Chen Hao happy.

Deng Yifei's development, roughly in the control of his plan, did not have too many twists and turns.

This smoothness made Chen Hao somewhat unexpected.

After all, the development of a person's personality is extremely complicated and will be affected by many factors, but the past three years have proceeded smoothly according to the established trajectory.

Chen Hao’s efforts are indispensable, and of course Deng Yifei’s active cooperation is indispensable, as well as the reasons for his personal experience and experience.

The only thing Chen Hao regrets is Deng Yifei's savvy.

Even if the Scarlet Blood Sword has increased his talents to a certain extent, his comprehension can only be regarded as a mid-stream level among the Tianyunmen disciples.

What is the mid-level level of the Tianyunmen disciples?

According to Chen Hao's observation, there is actually a high probability of comprehending the artistic conception and becoming a martial artist in the innate realm, but it is extremely slim to break through to the world-breaking realm. It requires a lot of luck.

Luck?

It's a very mysterious thing.

The sword owner of the Scarlet Blood Sword, from the overall point of view, most of the luck is not good!

When Deng Yifei stepped into Yunhai Peak, rice-sized snowflakes began to float in the sky. Deng Yifei glanced at the gloomy sky, stretched out his palm, caught the white snow, and watched the snow particles melt in his hands.

He whispered: "Martial Art Competition, it's still a month!"

"This time, do you want to participate?"

"Yes!" Deng Yifei said firmly.

When Deng Yifei first entered the Tianyun Gate, he missed the martial art competition. In the following two years, Deng Yifei missed the martial art competition.

This year is the third year, and it is also his most sure year. He doesn't want to miss it anymore.

At the end of the Tianyunmen sect competition at the end of each year, the top three can get the rewards of mystery-level exercises and martial arts, but every time, Deng Yifei is not sure of being in the top three.

Because although he can be strengthened by killing villains, other geniuses in Tianyunmen are not vegetarians either!

Before the Xiantian realm, there was a pill as a supplement, and the gap between geniuses of different levels was not big. What really opened up the gap between the geniuses of different levels was after the Xiantian realm.

Deng Yifei started late in his practice, and his understanding and roots are too common. For these years, he has been catching up with those geniuses.

Chen Hao hesitated and said, "Three years have passed, and it's time to teach you something!"

"Master Sword Spirit finally willing to teach me?"

When I said this, Deng Yifei's voice was a little choked, and he would only show this in front of Chen Hao.

Chen Hao mentioned to him before, and when the time comes, he will teach him well.

It was just mentioned. Deng Yifei had mentioned it to Chen Hao several times, but Chen Hao rejected it because it was not enough to kill the villains.

"Okay, in the past three years, I have seen your efforts!"

"Thank you Lord Sword Spirit!"

With excitement, Deng Yifei opened his hut directly, shaking off the dust on the bed, locked the door and tightly held the Scarlet Blood Sword, lying on the bed.

Chen Hao continued: "These inheritances are all left by the successive sword masters of the Scarlet Blood Sword!"

"Holy Sword has served as the master of the sword?"

Deng Yifei lost her voice.

"Yes, Scarlet Blood Sword, you are not the only sword master, there were 37 sword masters before you!" Chen Hao's tone was very heavy, as if he still had a trace of memory.

Deng Yifei found that the weight of the Scarlet Blood Sacred Sword in his hand was heavier.

"Thirty-seven seniors, are they all excellent?"

Chen Hao said in a sad tone: "Yes, they are all excellent, they are all kind, honest, and brave, just like you!"

Speaking of this, Chen Hao thought of the seventeenth in Tucheng, Zhou Lihua, the extinct faction, who destroyed Liang Pingguo’s light face, and Lin Jie, who had ruined Lu Qiucheng... his tone of grief almost didn't stop!

Deng Yifei didn't know about Chen Hao's mental activity, his eyes were full of excitement.

He only knows that he is not the only one selected by the Scarlet Blood Sacred Sword. A warrior like him who is dedicated to killing evildoers is not the only one, but also has 37 seniors!

He is not alone!

"As long as you can comprehend the half-claws of their mood, it will be enough to benefit you endlessly!"

"Well, ready, come on!"

Chen Hao didn't hesitate this time, so he prepared some fragments of the seventeen life for Deng Yifei.

Of course, these are all pre-processed. In the life of Seventeen, all those that do not meet the purpose of the Scarlet Blood Sacred Sword to kill the villains, Chen Hao will selectively cut them off!

So, Deng Yifei saw a young soldier who was too tall and exaggerated, like a little giant, with his soldiers using extremely cruel methods to continuously encircle and suppress the bandits and bandits.

Deng Yifei is a bystander, but this kind of scene makes him excited!

He really wanted to be the subordinate of that senior and charge with him!

Then he witnessed the tragic situation of Qingfeng City after the city was massacred, and personally felt the grave anger of the senior, and he was filled with righteous anger.

Tucheng, in Deng Yifei's view, this is definitely an unforgivable crime!

Afterwards, Deng Yifei learned through the conversations between the senior and other soldiers, and the extremely mutilated and strange corpses everywhere, that his senior was surnamed Chen, a soldier from the Nanyun Kingdom, and their opponent was the Demon Sect. The evil black blood country under your control!

Then, Deng Yifei watched the whole process of Chen's comprehension of the artistic conception of power with his own eyes, and felt his use of the artistic conception of killing and his revenge against the evil black blood country.

Finally, he saw with his own eyes that Senior Chen had to use the "Last Elegy" to protect the people of the capital of Nanyun Nation, and use one person to destroy the evil black blood country hundreds of thousands of troops!

He saw the blood-stained sky, the broken ground, and the cruel army completely immersed in fear...

At the end, tears were already in Deng Yifei's eyes.

This is his predecessor!

His predecessor of Deng Yifei!

A long time later, Chen Hao asked in a low voice: "How is it? Do you have any insights?"

When asked by Chen Hao, Deng Yifei gradually recovered from that feeling. He said embarrassedly: "It's a little bit!"

Chen Hao asked with some expectation: "Is it the artistic conception of force?"

"It's not... it's the mood of fear. With a little insight, I feel that it fits me better. It seems to have touched a bit of context. It keeps the villain in fear all the time. Isn't that my goal?"

"Is there no other gains?"

Chen Hao was a little disappointed. At Seventeen, what he values ​​most is the artistic conception of strength.

Is Deng Yifei's understanding still too low?

"Yes!" Deng Yifei said, scratching his wet hair. "Just now I saw Senior Chen killing those villains and fighting against the army of Black Blood Nation. I really wanted to fight with him. Kill those villains...At that time, I had a very strange feeling, as if there was something to come out of my heart!"