Seeing that everyone's spirits were lifted at this moment, Meng Wuregret smiled with satisfaction, and said, "I will watch your test in front of the image crystal placed in this True Garden, and the last test The old man will be there in person, I hope that all the rising stars can feast the eyes of the old man, ~щww~~lā"

After finishing speaking, his eyes fell on Wen Yiming, a touch of deep thought appeared in his eyes, and after a while, he waved his hand and said, "The little guy with white hair stays, you all go back!"

Everyone got up and bowed down to Meng Wuregret and exited the wooden house, but there was a little more surprise in their eyes when they looked at Wen Yiming, and all the candidates showed a vague jealousy, and when Wushuang left the door that night, Wen Yiming felt a strong interest in her seductive eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After everyone had withdrawn, Wu Lao closed the door and stood behind Meng Wuregret again.

"Your name is Wen Yiming?" The kindness on Meng Wuregret's face disappeared and turned into a solemn and majestic demeanor.

Wen Yiming nodded and said, "That's right." ”

Meng Wu's gaze stayed on Wen Yiming, and then he looked at his eyes, and suddenly his eyes were full of light, and a thick and majestic momentum rushed towards Wen Yiming.

Wen Yiming was shocked to find that the entire cabin was not affected in the slightest, but his body seemed to be squeezed by countless directions at the same time at that moment, and it was difficult to breathe, especially when the body was constantly squeezed, and all the muscles and muscles had a tendency to be crushed into powder.

Unable to use his true qi, he could only use his body to resist, and after a few seconds, his mood had stabilized, and he just concentrated on tensing his body and resisting the squeezing force with willpower.

At first, he did not know his unrepentant intentions, and there was a great shock in his heart. But after a few seconds, when he noticed that the squeezing force in all directions was slowly increasing, he understood that the other party had no ill intentions.

Not to mention that he has no regrets, even if he is old Wu, he can't see the cultivation clearly, if he wants to harm him, one finger is enough to choke him to death.

After two minutes passed, the heavier and heavier squeezing force caused a trace of blood to overflow from the corner of his mouth, and Wu Lao's somewhat dark face under the big cloth hat also showed a little surprise.

Five minutes later, Wen Yiming felt as if the viscera in his body were about to burst open, and he knew that his ** had reached the limit.

Just when Meng Wuregret's eyes narrowed slightly, ready to retract his majestic momentum, he saw Wen Yiming sink suddenly, smashing the long table in front of him with both fists and flying sawdust, and at the same time, a thunderous roar shook the sawdust scattered in the air and flew around.

Meng Wuregret's eyes lit up, and his momentum increased sharply in his eyes, Wu Lao frowned slightly beside him, he knew very well how difficult it was for the old pavilion master to test the squeezing power caused by the invisible momentum, and at this moment, he deeply felt that Wen Yiming, who was a third-level warrior cultivator, had reached the level of a second-layer martial artist.

This was also the reason why he was surprised, knowing that even a warrior's third-level forging martial cultivation might not be able to withstand such pressure, because the pressure brought by pure tangible power was very different from the oppression of this invisible momentum.

Elder Wu didn't know why the old pavilion master wanted to keep this white-haired young man, but now, he at least knew that with this alone, this little guy was qualified to join the Creative Arts Pavilion.

Ten minutes later, the bones of Wen Yiming's whole body made a series of noises, and his clothes had already been shattered into pieces when he roared, and at this moment, beads of blood were leaching out of the cold hair of his entire body.

Wen Yiming hadn't thought about using the essence blood of the Spirit Ruins space, but now it took too long to coagulate blood into essence, and he had to keep it full at all times. And in the face of this kind of master, no matter whether there is malice or not, there is no need to spend precious essence blood and exert the power of sacrifice to resist squeezing.

Meng Wuregret seemed to feel that Wen Yiming was already difficult to persevere, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and just as he was about to withdraw the pressure again, he suddenly stabilized in time.

He found that a blood-colored flame faintly appeared at the center of Wen Yiming's eyebrows, and it disappeared in a flash.

Immediately after, there was a buzzing sound from its body.

"Dead air?" Wu Lao exhaled in a low voice at this moment, and the palms in his sleeve robe clenched involuntarily.

He saw that the blood beads on Wen Yiming's body evaporated in an instant, mixed with a layer of blood-colored mist on the surface of his body, and a trace of gray appeared faintly.

Meng Wuregret noticed that the golden red in Wen Yiming's eyes was getting stronger and stronger, and quickly retracted his momentum, and floated to Wen Yiming's side with the wheelchair as if he teleported.

As soon as Wen Yiming relaxed the pressure, he felt a warm internal energy instantly healed the injuries he had just received in his body one by one, and the internal injuries he suffered in the previous battle with Le Haoqi were completely removed.

At this moment, he felt that his cultivation had gone up a lot in an instant. Hurriedly turned around and bowed to Meng Wuregret, and said, "Thank you, senior." ”

When he looked up, he found that Meng Wuregret's face was a little pale, and before he could speak, he was pushed aside by Wu Lao, who came suddenly.

I saw that Wu Lao took out a pill and let Meng Wu regret taking it, so he stood on the side and complained, "Meng Lao, it's best not to use the innate Gangyuan in the future, it will wear too much on your old body." ”

Meng Wuregret waved his hand, "Don't get in the way, this little guy is worth the old man's loss." ”

Wen Yiming was a little puzzled, and then saw that Meng Wuregret's expression was slightly better, and asked, "Why did the old man say this?"

Meng Wuregret smiled and said, "Can you tell the old man how you awakened the Shura Sword Body?"

"What?" Wen Yiming and Wu Lao said in unison.

It's just that Wen Yiming was puzzled, and Wu Lao was exclaimed.

"Elder Meng, do you say that this kid is a Shura sword body? A Shura sword body that can be promoted to a battle body?"

Meng Wuregret shook his head and said with a smile, "Wu Zhong, you are a sword cultivator, didn't you feel the sword intent in his body just now?"

Wen Yiming was confused and said, "Senior, why do I get more confused the more I listen?"

Meng Wuregret stared at Wen Yiming's eyes, seeing that he didn't seem to be pretending to be confused, and said, "This is not the place to talk, let's go inside with the old man." ”

Wen Yiming followed Wu Zhong, and he didn't think much about it, but he was surprised that the interior of this room was unique, from the outside, it looked like an ordinary cabin, but there were so many winding corridors and passages inside, and it had been extending to all sides, and it was estimated that there were no dozens of acres of land that could not be built at all.

Eventually, the three of them came to a wooden hut that looked like it had been hollowed out of a single block of trees, and sat down at a small square table in the middle.

Meng Wuregret went directly to the topic, briefly told Wen Yiming about some knowledge about the Shura Sword Body, and then asked, "Little guy, now that you have a preliminary understanding of the Shura Sword Body, you also know that you have a sword intent in your body to wash the pulse and cut the marrow, and you can even occasionally hear the hum of the sword qi." If you can trust the old man, can you tell the old man, what caused these states?"

Wen Yiming really has a good impression of this old man, not to mention the loss of the thirteen palms just now, it is very valuable to himself, because just those thirteen palms, he was surprised to find that not only the injury was gone, and his cultivation was improved, but more importantly, he felt that his vitality had recovered a lot, from the gray cold hair on his body to a faint black, he knew that this person's affection was big enough.

Besides, the reason for the sword qi in his body was not a secret, so he told the incident caused by that note.

Of course, there were a lot of things in it, such as the nebula in his mind, which were secrets that he would never tell anyone.

Wu Zhong exclaimed, "Dissolve the sword intent and sword momentum in the notes, if you can fight with it, it will be really comforting!"

Meng Wuxian nodded and said, "Do you know who wrote that note?"

Wen Yiming remembered that he was in a hurry, and he actually forgot to ask his master about this crazy old man, and said angrily, "It seems to be a crazy old man named Liang Zhi!"

"What? Liang Zhi !!" Meng Wuregret was excited, and he actually crumpled the teacup in his hand into pieces, and the tea splashed unconsciously, just looking at Wen Yiming, as if he wanted to be confirmed.

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