Monks are fasting, but if they are spiritual fruits and rice cultivated by spiritual energy, not only will they not produce impurities that will affect their cultivation, but they will even help their cultivation.
Tong Su was not polite, got up, changed clothes, washed up, had a delicious breakfast, and then asked him: "This time you come with your true self, are you going to enter the secret realm?"
Tian Xuanzi nodded and explained that his clone Xuan Xi was a secret. Others only thought it was a subordinate of Xuan Su Palace and would not guess who he really was.
As for his true form, Demon Lord Chiming, he came secretly, and now the only ones who know about it are Wen Qing and Xuan Yan besides him and her.
"There are still fifteen days left. No matter how hard you practice, it will be difficult to improve your level. Although you have the Golden Crow Fire in your body and many magic weapons and elixirs to protect you, your strength is still weak. You have to deal with the real thing. In the remaining days, I will stay with you all the time."
He looked serious, raised his hand, and a dark black long sword was unsheathed and hanging in the air.
"Come practice swordsmanship with you."
Tong Su's eyes shone brightly, he nodded repeatedly, and took out a magical sword that he had made. He was full of confidence: "Okay, I just feel that I don't have any attack methods. Senior brother, please don't be merciful and just practice hard." I am!"
Tian Xuanzi paused slightly: "This is what you said."
Then…
Then Tong Su was tortured and cried.
Tian Xuanzi really showed no mercy!
He could usually be extremely gentle and protective towards her, but when it came time to really learn his skills, he could be crueler than anyone else.
Tong Su was knocked off the sword by him countless times and fell to the ground. Her bones were shaking in pain and her eyes were wet. She just wanted to lie on the ground and wait for eternity. But not only did he stand motionless, he even pointed the sharp tip of the sword at her. Eyes, coldly said: "Get up, continue!"
She gritted her teeth, stood up shakily, shook her arms and picked up the sword. As soon as she made a move, he knocked her to the ground again.
"I asked you to make a straight lunge and a flat chop with a false step. How did you do it! I have already suppressed my cultivation to the early stage of the Golden Core. You are in the middle stage. Why can't you dodge! Do you want me to overwhelm the foundation? What a shame. What!"
Tong Su's eyes turned red, and she was almost unable to raise her head due to the scolding. It was only the tenacity in her heart that refused to admit defeat that allowed her to grit her teeth and said bitterly: "No! Keep going!"
A trace of distress flashed in Tian Xuanzi's eyes, but his face became more and more serious, and he didn't let his shots go unnoticed, but trained her reaction more rigorously.
During this period, some disciples from the Sanxiu City passed by and originally wanted to invite Tong Su to play with them. Seeing her practicing swordsmanship so hard, their original playfulness was replaced by shame. Their faces turned red and they went back to meditate.
Xiaobai is practicing swordsmanship so hard, how can they have the nerve to be playful!
As for the man in the courtyard—
I still want to beat him up!
It's just that time is tight now, let's wait until we enter the secret realm.
Time flies and it is fifteen days later.
The city lord of Wenxian City is an ancestor in the God Transformation stage, and his cultivation level is not high. However, he has a management contract with the secret realm and belongs to the neutral camp. It is not easy to offend anyone, so everyone gives him some face.
Several teams that received Yujue arrived at the square in the city one after another, waiting for the secret realm teleportation array to open before they could enter.
Naturally, the leaders who led the team would not wait in the square. They entered the main hall of Sanxiu City one after another and sat on both sides. It was inevitable that they would encounter enemies and their expressions were not good-looking.
Soon, the formation in the center of the square lit up with a faint light, and the team that arrived whispered and looked at the other end, with dissatisfaction flashing in their eyes.
"Is this the formation for drawing lots? I get angry when I think of Yujue's quota. I heard that there are a lot less this time, and they were all taken away by demon cultivators."