"Yes, Third Uncle!"
Li Han stepped forward quickly. For some reason, when he saw Mo Wentian leaving, Li Han felt slightly relieved!
When Li Mo saw Li Han coming, he snorted coldly and quickly treated Li Yuanxin's injuries.
An hour later.
Li Yuanxin stood up with a pale face.
"Third uncle, I..."
Li Yuanxin looked at Li Mo with shame in his eyes. He was a swordsman in the Lijian Realm, but today, he was defeated by a swordsman at the second level of Soul Gathering.
And this person is still...
The waste of East Sword City!
"This boy's real combat power is only comparable to the sixth or seventh level of Soul Gathering, but his understanding of swordsmanship and artistic conception puts me to shame. If he is allowed to grow up, I'm afraid..."
A terrifying killing intent flashed across Li Mo's eyes.
"Even my third uncle is ashamed of himself..."
Li Yuanxin looked shocked, and then said: "Is this person really such a monster?"
"Uh-huh!"
Li Mo nodded solemnly. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a swordsman at the second level of Soul Gathering could be so terrifying!
"Third Uncle, since Senior Wentian is so strong, I think we should not antagonize him!"
After hearing what the two said, Li Han took a step forward and whispered.
"Don't mess with him?"
Li Mo's eyes flickered slightly, and then he said: "Even if we don't antagonize him, this person will never let us go. In this case, we might as well..."
"Cut the grass and root out the roots!"
Li Mo's voice was extremely cold!
"Third uncle!"
Li Han exclaimed.
"Han'er, what my third uncle said is right. This man's attainments in swordsmanship can be called a monster. If he becomes a swordsman in the Li Sword Realm, I'm afraid no one in the Li family in Southern Sword City can be his opponent!"
"If he seeks revenge then, wouldn't my Li family..."
Li Yuanxin looked at the direction where Mo Wentian disappeared, his eyes extremely cold.
"elder brother… "
There was a hint of disbelief in Li Han's eyes. In the past, Li Yuanxin was her idol in her heart, but today...
In the Dongman Mountains.
Mo Wentian's figure was extremely mysterious until he retreated to the outer area. Mo Wentian found a safe place and sat down cross-legged!
"Swordsmen from the Lijian Realm are really strong!"
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with coldness.
What he hates most about Mo Wentian is ungrateful people. Although Mo Wentian's move just now seriously injured Li Yuanxin, Mo Wentian himself also took Li Mo's sword forcefully.
The terrifying sword energy entered Mo Wentian's body and was destroying Mo Wentian's body crazily. If Mo Wentian's body was not strong, he would have been seriously injured by this sword energy.
"If I want to compete with the Lijian Realm, I must advance to the fifth level of Soul Gathering or above!"
Mo Wentian took a deep breath.
In Lijian Realm, it is not only the sword energy that is terrifying, but also the artistic conception.
Sword repair!
Ju Ling practices swordsmanship, and those with strong qualifications can understand a kind of artistic conception in the spirit gathering realm, that is, lifting a light weight is like a heavy weight!
Lifting a heavy weight is, as the name suggests, increasing strength!
A wooden sword, in the hands of a swordsman, can weigh up to a thousand pounds. In battle, it is like holding a thousand-jin heavy sword!
This is the terrible artistic conception!
In addition to lifting light as if it were heavy, there is another artistic conception, that is, lifting as if it is light. Lifting as if it is light is the same as lifting light as if it is heavy. I understand the sword cultivation of lifting as if it is light.
The thousand-jin heavy sword is like nothing!
The artistic conception that the swordsman understands is only the most advanced. Only in the Lijian realm can these two artistic conceptions be cultivated to their peak.
It is rumored that a person who has reached the state of perfection can hold a heavy weight of three thousand kilograms and a heavy sword of three thousand kilograms. With his sword skills, he can conquer all things with his strength!
And in the realm of perfection, the wooden sword can be lifted to a weight of three thousand kilograms!
If only the two could merge...
An hour later.
Mo Wentian woke up from training. All the sword energy remaining in his body was expelled by Mo Wentian, and the divine art was circulated in Mo Wentian's Dantian.
Nine vortexes revolved around the broken sword. From the broken sword, traces of golden sword energy overflowed, and then merged into Mo Wentian's sword!
"My physique is enough for me to be promoted to the fourth level of spirit gathering!"
Mo Wentian muttered to himself, and then he took out a bottle of spirit-gathering pills. A bottle of ten spirit-gathering pills was poured into Mo Wentian's mouth.
If any swordsman saw this scene, he would definitely be scared to death.
The Spirit-Gathering Pill is a training elixir for a Spirit-Gathering Realm swordsman. A Spirit-Gathering Pill contains enough spiritual energy for a Spirit-Gathering Realm swordsman to refine it for a day.
If Mo Wentian swallowed ten pieces like this, there would be only one outcome...
Exploded to death!
"Heaven-Devouring Divine Technique, run it for me!"
Mo Wentian snorted coldly, and the divine art was activated. The ten spirit-gathering pills were quickly refined, and streams of spiritual energy entered Mo Wentian's dantian crazily.
But the next moment.
All the spiritual energy was absorbed by the residual sword. After absorbing the spiritual energy, the sword energy overflowing from the residual sword increased several times in an instant, and Mo Wentian's cultivation also began to increase.
after one day.
"The peak of the second level of gathering spirit!"
Mo Wentian shook his head slightly. Thirty spirit-gathering pills did not improve even a small level. Nine swords were cultivated, plus the devouring of the remaining sword.
The spiritual energy Mo Wentian needs to upgrade is really terrifying!
"Although my current spiritual roots are comparable to fifth-level spiritual roots, it is still not enough. I have cultivated nine swords, and the difficulty of cultivation is dozens of times higher than others!"
"If I want to practice quickly, I must improve my spiritual roots!"
Mo Wentian opened his eyes, and a sharp sword light flashed away, and a fierce aura shot straight into the sky!
"Zhu Guo, I don't want it from Mo Wentian!"
Standing up, Mo Wentian gave a low shout and disappeared in a flash.
Three days later!
Dongman Mountains, outer area!
"It turns out to be Mo Wentian, the genius of the Mo family. This monster was clearly killed by my disciple of the Yuan family. You'd better leave!"
In front of a certain mountain stream, four men and one woman looked at Mo Wentian with smiles in their eyes.
The cultivation level of the four of them is not high.
The strongest one was only at the seventh level of gathering spirit, but the seven of them stood opposite Mo Wentian, but they all looked at Mo Wentian with disdain.
"Did you kill him?"
Mo Wentian sneered, the monster in the mountain stream was just a small purple leopard, Mo Wentian because of the leopard's good speed.
I deliberately chased half of the outer area, and finally killed the leopard in this mountain stream!
This leopard's cultivation level is only at the late level of the first level, and its combat power is comparable to the average sixth or seventh level spirit gathering, but the speed of this leopard...
But not much slower than Mo Wentian!
Originally, Mo Wentian was about to leave directly, but Mo Wentian didn't take it seriously yet, but just when Mo Wentian was about to leave!
Mo Wentian suddenly discovered that the divine art in his body was working again!
"Is there anything special about this leopard?"
Mo Wentian looked inside his body while staring coldly at the four people in front of him.
Four people in front of me.
Mo Wentian was no stranger. These four people were disciples of the Yuan family in Dongjian City. The woman in the front was none other than the eldest lady of the Yuan family, Yuan Sheng!
"Mo Wentian, it is your honor that our eldest lady can take a fancy to this thing!"
"You are nothing but a loser. I want you to kill this leopard. Can you kill it?"
"Yes, this leopard was killed by our eldest lady!"
…
The four of them looked at Mo Wentian with sneers in their eyes. A waste from the Mo family was really lucky.
So far, the Dongman Mountains have not been torn apart by monsters.
They even encountered the corpse of a late-stage first-level monster, but now that this monster has been seen by a few of them, naturally...
It no longer belongs to Mo Wentian!