Chapter 263 The miserable old man
"Already have a breakthrough?"
"That's right." Yi Xifeng closed his eyes and felt for a moment, "My body has already reached a critical point, and I was lucky enough not to die after receiving a blow from the hero, and I found treasures from heaven and earth to replenish them. The blood energy and meridians recovered from the rupture, and the meridian recovered from the rupture, and the body exploded again and again. It had already unknowingly broken through to the realm of the Windbreaker. It may not have the name of the realm, but it has the reality of the realm, so , this can be regarded as a rebirth from the ashes, but..."
"But what?"
"But I haven't mastered it yet. When I completely master this blood energy in the future, I will complete the transformation of my body. I can reach the perfection of the Windbreaker in one day, and maybe I can reach the threshold of that realm."
With that said, Yi Xifeng pointed to the blood mist on his body and continued to speak bitterly: "This thing also provided me with a lot of blood, but most of it was melted into myself, leaving the blood that was not melted into the body. You can also provide me with some help when I fight, as long as it is not a life and death battle, it will be a help."
"Other than that, it's just that my physical strength has become stronger again, I can run faster, jump higher, and my strength has become stronger, but there are no other feelings."
When the two sword spirits heard this, they turned to look at each other, and the shock in their hearts was fully reflected on their faces. After a moment, the Xizhou Sword Spirit gave him a thumbs up and said: "Although this level of rules of the world is not something to be afraid of, you can be avoided even before you have entered the realm of heroes. I sometimes feel that you are not of this world. people."
"Of course, I definitely don't belong to the secret realm. Our world is outside, isn't it?" Yi Xifeng laughed and passed. Only he knows the secrets of the two lives, and even the sword spirit cannot tell them. "But I also want to thank the two senior Sword Spirits for their generous help just now!"
"It doesn't matter, but I have to take a rest first."
The sword spirit waved his hand, and with the transformation of the two streams of light, it returned to the appearance of two swords, and was hung on Zhong Lingxi's waist again.
Seeing this, the fair young man frowned slightly and fell into deep thought while looking at the two swords.
"What's wrong?" Zhong Lingxi was confused and followed Yi Xifeng's gaze, but found nothing.
Yi Xifeng touched a few strands of beard on his chin. The hardness made him feel prickly. He put down his palm angrily and immediately grabbed the Xizhou Sword.
But the sword body trembled, and a sword beam struck out. Although it did not cut his palm, it also scratched his skin, as if to warn him something...
"Hey? What do you mean? And these two swords are on your body? Why doesn't he follow me?"
After saying that, he went to grab Zhong Lingxi's jade hand. Upon seeing this, the latter quickly took a step back and avoided Yi Xifeng's palm.
"Hey! What do you mean! You dislike me?"
Zhong Lingxi curled her lips, frowned, and the pupils in her eyes moved slightly. She looked up and down at Yi Xifeng's current appearance, and gently fanned the air in front of her nose with her hands, not daring to exhale.
"Why, do I smell bad... ugh!" As he said that, Yi Xifeng lowered his head and smelled his arm. The stench rushed straight into his mind, and he could hardly open his eyes.
It's as off-putting as swill in a garbage dump or a pool of livestock excrement.
vomit--! ! !
"Where is the pool? Take me there quickly, ugh!!"
He vomited three times, and the acid water in his stomach poured down. He finally understood why the Xizhou Sword Spirit rejected him so much. If he had reached out to grab the hilt of the Nanfeng Sword at that time, he might have just survived the rules of heaven. If there is a backlash, he will be killed by the Nanfeng Sword.
Fortunately, it's just a bit of skin damage, but you treat me best.
Yi Xifeng turned around to look, and a trace of the sword intention of the south wind instantly appeared behind Zhong Lingxi...
"Let's go, I'll take you to find the waterhole."
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"Damn it, I'm chasing you again."
An old man who was over sixty years old reached out and crushed the rock in front of him out of thin air. He looked at the road that emerged out of thin air. He raised his gray eyebrows and brushed back the white hair that was scattered on his shoulders. Then he walked towards Walk inside. The soil slowly receded to both sides as he walked, and his clothes were not stained at all. However, at the moment when the rock broke, his eyes kept looking back, as if he was hiding at all times. Wearing something.
The fractures in the rock formed a cave here. There are many edges and corners inside the cave, which are not as round and smooth as those formed naturally or those that have experienced the baptism of time.
But the old man didn't care. Instead, there was a trace of relief on his face. After he walked into the cave, the rocks that had been broken and fallen by external forces actually rejoined the surface of the mountain. From the surface, , as if nothing had ever happened here, there were only fragments of mountain pebbles and lime scattered on the place where the old man once stood.
After doing all this, the old man's prostrate body paused slightly and continued to open the way forward in the same way as before. Layers of rocks in the darkness were shattered by it, filling the path behind it.
Time has passed for a cup of tea, just like half a stick of incense has been burnt. Even if someone finds the location of the first cave now, they are afraid that all they can see is rocks.
A crisp sound resounded in this silent and dark space. When the old man heard the sound, he stopped what he was doing and looked at the source of the sound.
Underground, a square, flat piece of iron lay quietly on it.
The old man stooped down, picked up the piece of iron underneath, stretched out his palm and gently wiped the dust on the surface, then blew it.
"puff!"
I don't know if I used too much force, but the layer of lime on the iron tool was transferred to the old man's face under the influence of this breath. But after a moment, it slowly fell off again, and the face seemed to be spotless.
"Hahahahahaha!!"
The old man touched the dent on the iron tool and suddenly laughed loudly, but the next moment he seemed to think of something, and the laughter stopped abruptly. His throat rolled up and down, and silent breaths drifted from his mouth into nothingness.
His face, which was originally a little relieved, suddenly looked lonely, and the dim environment highlighted the artistic conception in his heart.
He suddenly sat down and stretched out his hands to touch the piece of iron in front of him. As he stroked, the bulge on the iron gradually gave off a little light. Although it was not very bright, it was still bright in the darkness. It was like a bright lamp, illuminating his eyes.
That is the word "week"!
(End of chapter)
