Lin Dong's finger was also picked up by Li Guanqi, and it was only a matter of time before it recovered after treatment by Elder Lan He.
But this time the trial secret realm should not be able to catch up.
The four of them drank some wine in Li Guanqi's courtyard, and finally went back.
Now everyone in the whole sect is cultivating crazily, and the second assessment for the entry-level disciples is coming soon.
Especially after they saw Li Guanqi's cultivation progress, they were deeply stimulated.
Even Ye Feng, who usually likes to sleep in, began to practice hard.
Li Guanqi's injuries have also recovered relatively quickly these days.
Three days later.
The sword wounds on his body only had light pink marks.
Li Guanqi has been practicing his sword crazily in the past two days. Sword Spirit was very dissatisfied with his previous performance against the man in black.
The top of Yuhu Peak.
Li Guanqi stood shirtless with his long sword flying. At this time, he had mastered the Qinglian Tiangang Sword with great proficiency.
In addition, Li Guanqi has begun to try to use the power of the sword soul in the Lingxu in the past few days.
But he only tried it once, and he didn't dare to try any more!
Because just the moment the weapon soul was integrated into the magical weapon, the magical weapon made an overwhelming sword cry.
Sword Spirit spoke softly: "The weapon soul can only be carried by a Horcrux, not even a magic weapon can bear it."
Sword Spirit's illusory body seemed to be visible only to Li Guanqi himself.
Sword Spirit frowned slightly and said softly: "How many spirit stones do you have now?"
Li Guanqi raised his head and pondered for a moment, then said softly: "Almost ten thousand yuan?"
"But the dragon egg's altar spirit stone has been almost consumed, and it can still last for a month at most."
The sword spirit pondered for a moment and said softly: "From today on, you will give me one hundred low-grade spiritual stones every day."
"I will help you transform into a sword cultivator in the same realm in the altar space of the sword box to help you improve your strength!"
Li Guanqi was slightly startled, and his tone suddenly rose a lot.
"One hundred yuan?! Why don't you go and grab it!!"
The sword spirit had a look of helplessness on his face, rolled his eyes at him, and turned around to return to the sword box.
"Then you can practice your sword by yourself."
"By the way...you haven't given me any energy for three days."
Li Guanqi's chest rose and fell slightly, he thought for a long time and said in a deep voice: "Give it, give it."
"But you have to tell me, what is that illusion?"
"Also, how long can a hundred spirit stones last?"
A playful smile appeared on the corner of Sword Spirit's mouth.
"Hundred Hundreds of Fantasy Lands!"
"As for how long one hundred low-grade spiritual stones can last..."
Sword Spirit slowly stretched out a finger.
Li Guanqi frowned and said, "One day?"
Sword Spirit shook his head.
"An hour??"
The sword spirit still shook his head.
The sword spirit spoke softly: "A stick of incense."
Li Guanqi's face was livid at this time, and he said word by word: "One stick of incense, one hundred spiritual stones?"
The woman's voice was ethereal and she said softly: "The power consumed by this illusion is terrifying."
"More importantly, I can't last long now."
"You decide whether you want to try it or not."
Li Guanqi's expression changed one after another, and finally he gritted his teeth and asked the last question.
"How big is the difference between me and your so-called Hundred Sword Cultivators?"
There was a hint of seriousness in the Sword Spirit's eyes, and his red lips opened and closed slightly.
"The difference between cloud and mud."
"Compared with some of the true pride of heaven, there is a huge gap between you now."
"The world is bigger than your imagination, genius? That is the most worthless thing."
"Only those who can survive can be called geniuses."
"Some people are even born with sword bodies, and the soul of their natal weapon will be awakened when they are born, which will accompany them throughout their lives."
"Some people have an epiphany and break through three realms in a row!"
"There are also people who are invincible when holding a sword."
"But these people often die young before they survive."
Hearing what Sword Spirit said, Li Guanqi felt a little dissatisfied. He gritted his teeth and threw a hundred spiritual stones at Sword Spirit.
He said in a deep voice: "Try!"
Li Guanqi is actually quite arrogant in his heart, especially after the recent few fights.
He felt that monks in the later stages of foundation building were just like that.
A glint flashed in Sword Spirit's eyes, and he had long noticed the change in Li Guanqi's state of mind.
But this kind of underestimation of the enemy...
In her opinion, it is more fatal than poor talent!
There is never a shortage of geniuses in the world of cultivation, such as ghosts who are encountered once in a thousand years, or Taoist bodies that never appear in ten thousand years.
In the eyes of Sword Spirit, it was all nonsense. Li Guanqi had an ethereal Taoist body, and she didn't want him to die so early.
Once Li Guanqi dies, she won't even have a chance to tear apart the river of time!
Because the Great Sumeru Nine Palaces Zhuxian pattern set up by Su Xuan had already tied her and Li Guanqi together!
Therefore, Sword Spirit does not allow Li Guanqi to have any contempt. She wants to train Li Guanqi to become the strongest swordsman in the world!
Buzz! !
An invisible barrier suddenly appeared in the wooden house, and within the barrier there was only one sword box suspended in mid-air.
Li Guanqi was on the altar, and the world suddenly became distorted!
Gradually, an endless green brick platform appeared under Li Guanqi's feet.
Buzz! !
The space was slightly distorted, and a figure suddenly appeared ten feet away in front of Li Guanqi.
The other party was wearing a green robe and was more than six feet tall, more than half a head taller than him.
His face was blurry and he couldn't see the other person's face clearly.
But Li Guanqi could clearly feel that the opponent's aura was the same as his, and he had just broken through the middle stage of foundation building.
But the next breath...
Li Guanqi felt that his eyes were blurred, and he instinctively raised his sword in front of him!
Sudden!
Li Guanqi's pupils suddenly shrank into pinpoint shapes, and he felt a sudden chill on his neck! !
When he appeared in the wooden house again, Li Guanqi's eyes were empty and he didn't recover for a long time.
The real feeling of death sent chills all over his body.
The voice of Sword Spirit rang in his ears: "Did you see it? This is the gap between you and other geniuses."
"Is the middle stage of foundation building weak? No, it's just that you haven't encountered a strong enemy yet!"
"You can be conceited, but you must not be arrogant!"
Li Guanqi's expression changed one after another, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he let out a breath of turbid air.
When he looked at the sword spirit, he bowed and said, "I've been taught!"
"Do you want to continue?"
Li Guanqi said in a deep voice with firm eyes: "Continue!"
The sword spirit finally showed a smile and said softly: "Don't just look at the other person's eyes. Every muscle in the body can predict his next move in advance."
"Your left hand sword is faster than his, do you want to try it?"
Li Guanqi's expression became determined, and he said solemnly: "No, I want to try with my own strength!"
That night, Li Guanqi consumed nearly five hundred low-grade spiritual stones.
But facing that unknown figure, he was able to hold on to half a stick of incense.
The pale-faced Li Guanqi sat cross-legged and meditated alone on the top of the mountain. In his mind, he was constantly thinking about the gains and losses of the night's battle and summarizing today's gains.
Sword Spirit looked at Li Guanqi's back and nodded secretly.
Li Guanqi's physique may not be the strongest she has ever seen, but he is definitely the most likely!
Moreover, due to his childhood, Li Guanqi's mental toughness is far beyond ordinary people.
A smile appeared on the corner of Sword Spirit's mouth, and he murmured in a low voice: "In the time of five sticks of incense, I have been killed thirty-two times and my mind has not collapsed."
“In the face of other people’s warnings, you can still calm down and listen to their opinions.”
"Such a heart... a monster!"
