Zhang Yan came alone to the back hill of Qingyuan school, and found a place with no one. He took out the stone sword in the ring and began to practice according to the Tricks for Qingyuan Swords recorded in his mind.

There were only three moves in the Tricks for Qingyuan Sword, which seemed simple but actually difficult to practice. The more advanced the martial skill was, the harder it was to practice. It requested very strong talent for warriors. In other words the higher the spiritual root level of warriors was, the faster the warriors practice.

Zhang Yan never knew which lever his spiritual root was. This time as he practiced the Tricks for Qingyuan Sword, Zhang Yan felt that his spiritual root was invincible. It was said that the Saint Qingyuan with Xiantian body constitution, king-level spiritual root had practiced for ten days to get started, a month to complete the first move, and a year to form Dacheng.

Zhang Yan was different. From the morning to the night, he had achieved the first move. This horrible understanding ability was enough to prove that Zhang Yan's spiritual root was extremely unusual.

Zhang Yan had practiced day and night in the back hill, and ten days later, he stood with a sword in hand in front of a huge stone of twenty feet high. With the move of the stone sword in his hand,

"kcha!"

The huge stone in front of Zhang Yan separated from the middle into two pieces. Moreover, Zhang Yan did not use his spiritual energy at all, just with the strength of the sword itself. Zhang Yan was satisfied with the stone sword in his hand and laughed and said:"I never thought that it is so difficult to practice the Tricks for Qingyuan Sword, and it takes me ten days to form Dacheng. However, the strength is very great, no wonder regarded as Xiantian martial skill."

After the Tricks for Qingyuan Sword had been finished practicing, Zhang Yan took out the martial skill he obtained before. Founding that it was a martial skill named Qingyun Step, Zhang Yan could not help but laugh and said, "I am now a swordsman. What I lack is the body skills. I did not expect that the reward was exactly a body skill. It was really great."

Zhang Yan browsed the introduction to Qingyun Step: Qingyun Step, human-level advanced body skill, when forming Dacheng, one can walk in the cloud.

"Walk in the cloud!"

Zhang Yan immediately became interested. Flying in the air was everyone's dream, but only those with the strength to reach the realm of martial king could be supported to fly in the air. Did Qingyun Step really let the Xiantian warriors fly?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yan couldn't wait to start practicing it. He walked on the ground very seriously in accordance with the step described in book. At first, he felt very awkward to walk and walked slowly. However, Zhang Yan did not give up, instead he keep walking again and again.

Zhang Yan's move was getting faster and faster. At the end, only to see a shadow moving through the woods, faster and faster. When tired, he would take a break, then continued to practice.

Time flied, three days passed in a blink.

Zhang Yan's Qing Step formed Dacheng. With a shadow flashing, Zhang Yan instantly appeared at somewhere thirty feet away. Zhang Yan came to the river and looked at the fifty-feet wide river in front of him. He took a deep breath and said, "Let me try my Qingyun Step."

Zhang Yan jumped up, a shadow drifted directly across the river. Like a willow leaf he fell on the opposite shore gently with no waves on the surface of the river. Zhang Yan said with smile: This Qingyun Step is nice. Although I can not fly in the air, it is not bad to walk above the ground.

After accomplishment, Zhang Yan looked at the direction of the outer court of Qingyuan school with killing scent in his eyes and said coldly: "Ma Yong as well as the man who hit Fatty, I will not let you good."