Fang Lei took off the mask on his face and responded solemnly: "Fang Lei!"
"You have won this duel. However, if I use my martial spirit, you will definitely lose." The swordsman in green said expressionlessly.
Fang Lei was confused: "Martial spirit?"
The onlookers whispered in private: "What is the martial spirit?"
"Martial spirit?" The green-clothed swordsman smiled and stroked the sword in his hand, with a deep light shining in his eyes.
"Martial spirit is a power beyond ordinary. Awakening the martial spirit is a crucial moment in life. It determines one's future destiny."
"For warriors who have cultivated to the ninth level of Xuanwu, if they want to make further breakthroughs, they must rely on the power of the martial spirit."
"Otherwise, you will never be able to step into the ranks of the Pure Mortal Realm, let alone achieve success in martial arts."
"Only by awakening the martial spirit can one truly embark on the path of cultivation, constantly surpass oneself, and challenge higher realms."
"A warrior who lacks the awakening of his martial soul will remain at the ninth level of Xuanwu for the rest of his life."
"Martial spirits are innate powers, divided into different types and levels."
"Each martial spirit has unique characteristics and functions. Some can enhance the practitioner's physique and strength, making them more brave and invincible in battle."
"And others can give practitioners various magical abilities and skills, making them handy in practice and exploration."
"Therefore, awakening the martial spirit is particularly crucial for individuals."
"At the same time, the process of awakening a martial spirit is arduous and dangerous. It requires continuous efforts and practice, and one needs to go deep into the soul to find one's personal martial spirit."
“This process requires patience and perseverance, as well as a certain amount of talent and opportunity.”
"Only those who find their own martial soul deep in their souls can truly awaken their inner power and embark on the path of spiritual practice."
"For individuals who have not awakened their martial souls, their lives are destined to be ordinary. They cannot appreciate the power and sense of accomplishment brought by cultivation, let alone experience the joy of challenging themselves and the achievements of breaking through limits."
"Therefore, they are destined to become ordinary people and live ordinary lives."
"In general, awakening one's martial soul is an indispensable step in life. Only by awakening one's personal martial soul can one truly embark on the path of spiritual practice."
"There are many types of martial spirits, including natural, weapon, exotic, bloodline martial spirits, etc., and even rare divine beast spirits."
"At the same time, Wuhun is also divided into nine levels: Huang, Xuan, Earth, Heaven, Spirit, Zun, Saint, Emperor, and God, and each level is divided into nine levels." The green-clothed swordsman slowly explained.
Fang Lei was stunned for a moment, and a hint of excitement gradually flashed in his eyes. "Martial spirit, it sounds interesting. Can you show it to me?"
The green-clothed swordsman nodded, and a mysterious aura gradually filled the air. His figure began to become blurry, and the sword in his hand also emitted a burst of bright light.
As he took a deep breath, the air around him seemed to become thicker.
Suddenly, a light green light burst out from the green swordsman, forming a one-meter-long green bamboo leaf.
The speed of this bamboo leaf green was dizzying, and the onlookers opened their mouths in shock and exclaimed repeatedly.
Fang Lei couldn't help but show a hint of shock. This was a strange sight he had never seen before.
Fang Lei stared at the green bamboo leaves and could feel the power contained in it, as if it was a supernatural existence.
The green-clothed swordsman said: "This is my martial spirit, Bamboo Leaf Green Snake. Everyone's martial spirit has different forms and abilities."
"And my martial spirit can provide extremely strong speed and agility in battle, allowing me to quickly respond to all the enemy's moves."
Fang Lei was silent for a moment and said: "Interesting power, but unfortunately I don't have a martial spirit at the moment."
The swordsman in green said: "You must have just been promoted to the Xuanwu realm, so there is no need to worry, as long as you can awaken your martial soul before the ninth level of Xuanwu."
"Now that our discussion is over, it's time to leave."
Princess Fang Qingya looked surprised and asked, "You actually won?"
When Fang Lei returned to his seat, the violent swordsman sighed and said, "Brother Fang, your performance is really impressive."
"I rarely express admiration for others in my life, but for you, I really admire you!" he continued.
As night fell, the snow dance stopped, and the Qingfeng Taoism event that was held every five years also came to an end.
The disciples of the sect mounted their horses one after another to say goodbye.
"Brother Fang, what are your plans next?" the violent swordsman asked.
Fang Lei only said four words: "Awaken the martial spirit!"
The violent swordsman glanced at Fang Lei and smiled: "Awakening the martial spirit is not that easy?!"
Fang Lei smiled faintly and did not answer. No one knew that he was in a system. Even if he could not awaken his martial spirit, there was still a system that could help him awaken his martial spirit.
Along the way, the wind and snow blocked each other's sight, and only the sound of horse hooves echoed in the silent night.
Fang Lei's mind kept drifting to the distance. Awakening the martial spirit was a mission, a beginning, and a way to a higher realm for him.
As the journey home gradually got further and further, Fang Lei gradually became immersed in thinking about martial arts.
In the silent night, he decided to find a quiet place to awaken his martial soul.
This is a lonely journey that only Fang Lei can embark on. After some searching, he found a mountain covered with ice and snow, and decided to practice martial arts awakening there.
On the top of the mountain, the cold wind howled, Fang Lei sat quietly on the snow, closing his eyes and concentrating.
He sunk his mind deep into his heart and began to sort out his meridians and soul. The cold wind whistled around him, but it could not shake the firmness in his heart.
As his practice deepened, Fang Lei gradually felt a powerful energy surging in his body.
His body seemed to be integrated into the earth, feeling its pulse, and the energy between heaven and earth gathered around him.
This power blended with his soul, forming a wonderful resonance.
As the night deepened, the starlight shone on Fang Lei, and he seemed to become a star in the starry sky.
During the process of awakening his martial soul, his body surface exuded a faint light, like an ancient god descending into the world.
His consciousness was immersed in this wonderful and mysterious realm, reflecting each other's spirit.
Fang Lei concentrated on sensing the atmosphere around him. After taking a few deep breaths, he seemed to have some understanding, as if some kind of existence vaguely appeared in front of him.
Fang Lei was convinced that there was indeed an invisible substance in front of him.
As time went by, the connection between him and the substance became closer and closer, as if a strange bond had been established.
Suddenly, Fang Lei opened his eyes. In front of his eyes, a chaotic gas floated in the air with no clear shape.
"Is this my martial spirit? I don't know what martial spirit it is?" Fang Lei asked doubtfully.
At this moment, a group of snow wolves appeared in front of them. Snow wolves were fourth-level monsters and were equivalent to human Zhen Gang realm warriors.
Fang Lei discovered that this group of snow wolves was very numerous, with more than 8,000 wolves. Let alone Zhen Gang Realm warriors, even Xuanwu Realm warriors might not be able to defeat them.
At the same time, Fang Lei also noticed that several human warriors were fighting to the death with the group of snow wolves ahead. However, the situation of the human warriors was not optimistic.
Seeing the human warriors in trouble, Fang Lei decided to go to help himself and start a fierce battle with the snow wolf.
This group of snow wolves are all powerful and have a tenacious will to fight. It is almost impossible to fight for a long time.
Therefore, Fang Lei did not hesitate to go all out and used "Kaiou Fist" four times, directly increasing the combat power from 619,000 to 2.44 million.
The whole body is filled with blood-red Qi, and the combat power, defense power and speed are comprehensively improved.
Fang Lei quickly blended into the wolf pack and performed the move "Who Will Do the King's Will" while integrating three-point sword intent.
In less than five breaths, Fang Lei successfully defeated more than 8,000 snow wolves.
Fang Lei thought to himself: "I didn't expect that using the move 'Who Will Do the King's Will' would consume more than half of my Gang Qi."
At this moment, those warriors walked up to Fang Lei and expressed their gratitude.
A young man said sincerely: "Thank you very much for coming to the rescue, otherwise we might have become the victims of this group of snow wolves!"
Fang Lei responded modestly: "You're welcome. You will inevitably encounter danger when venturing out. It's an honor for me to be able to help."
At this moment, a middle-aged man suddenly fell to the ground, vomited blood, and finally passed away.
The young warriors suddenly fell into confusion, and some young women began to cry.
Fang Lei stared at the body of the deceased middle-aged man, and he felt something draining out of his body.
Fang Lei's eyes widened and he suddenly saw a three-inch gourd floating on the middle-aged man's body.
That was the middle-aged man's martial spirit. Suddenly, Fang Lei felt that his martial spirit conveyed a sense of longing, longing for that gourd.
It is common knowledge that martial souls should disappear after a person dies. People cannot see other people's martial souls unless they appear intentionally.
However, at this moment, Fang Lei did see the middle-aged man's martial spirit. What on earth was going on? He was filled with confusion and excitement.
Fang Lei suddenly discovered the middle-aged man's martial spirit, and doubts arose in his heart: "Is my martial spirit responsible for all this?"
Fang Lei fell into hesitation and thinking. In the end, he couldn't suppress his curiosity, controlled his martial spirit, and flew towards the middle-aged man's gourd martial spirit.
Fang Lei's martial spirit was like a force of chaos, wrapping the middle-aged man's gourd martial spirit in it, and then flew back into his body and quickly integrated into it.
At this time, Fang Lei received a message: "The martial soul is being swallowed, and the progress is 1%."
Fang Lei was extremely surprised and confused by what happened. He began to wonder if it was his own martial spirit that was devouring the middle-aged man's martial spirit.
If this is the case, what are the possible consequences? Fang Lei fell into deep thinking and doubts.
Fang Lei's heart was beating rapidly at this moment. He hurriedly looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"People cannot be resurrected after death, so please bear with me and accept the change." Fang Lei expressed condolences to them.
They just responded and left.
Fang Lei waited for them to leave, took a few deep breaths, started to release the martial spirit, and confirmed a message again: "The martial spirit is being swallowed, the progress is 2%."
"It seems that my martial soul is indeed devouring other martial souls. If this is the case, let's name it 'devouring martial souls'." Fang Lei decided secretly in his heart.
At the same time, he decided not to reveal this fact to anyone for the time being.
Three days have passed, and the progress of devouring the martial soul has reached 75%.
Fang Lei said excitedly: "It seems that in a day or two, it will be completely swallowed."
Moreover, he also learned through the system that the middle-aged man's martial spirit was a yellow-level fifth-grade martial spirit, "Xuanhuang Gourd"!
Although the level is not high, the system told him that as long as he practiced hard, this "Xuanhuang Gourd" martial spirit could be upgraded.
After two days of long waiting, finally at dusk, the evolution progress of Devouring Martial Soul reached an astonishing 99%.
Until the middle of the night, Fang Lei didn't close his eyes and kept holding on.
"Hurry up and evolve!" He was restless and anxious, feeling anxious as never before. Time seems to have stood still and cannot pass.
However, the last 1% seemed to be working against him, moving forward silently at a steady speed.
Finally, Fang Lei heard a click inside his body. At this moment, the progress bar finally reached 100%!
The evolution of Devouring Martial Soul is completed!
A piece of new information instantly flooded into Fang Lei's mind, and he was faced with two choices.
First of all, Fang Lei can choose to keep the Xuanhuang Gourd Wuhun. In this way, he will have two Wuhuns, one is the original Devouring Wuhun, and the other is the newly devoured Xuanhuang Gourd Wuhun.
Secondly, he can also choose to use the power of Xuanhuang Gourd Wuhun to enhance his strength.
In addition, he can also choose to use the power of the Xuanhuang Gourd Martial Spirit to strengthen the Devouring Martial Spirit. Now only the Devouring Martial Spirit is left, which can only be used to strengthen the Devouring Martial Spirit.
Fang Lei made the decision right away. He chose to keep the Xuanhuang Martial Spirit.
The mystery of swallowing martial souls made him decide to keep this secret and never reveal it to anyone.
Apart from swallowing other martial souls, Fang Lei has not found any other uses for it.
At this moment, he urgently needed a usable martial spirit. After Fang Lei made his decision, a three-inch illusory Xuanhuang gourd slowly appeared on the palm of his hand.
This is the yellow-level fifth-grade martial spirit, Xuanhuang Gourd.
