In desperation, Duan Li'er walked to the small courtyard where he once lived and walked into his room.

The room is very clean, it seems that there are still people who come to clean it, and there is no dust to see, and the windows are bright and clean.

Lying on the bed, Duan Li'er closed her eyes.

After more than a month of flying, Duan Li'er was already extremely tired, and after lying down, his whole body relaxed, and he suddenly felt that the scenery in front of him was gradually distorted, and the light folded, like a dream.

Duan Li'er suddenly saw that he was knocked out of the ring by Qian Lie who he met at the mountain gate just now at the Xuantian Dao Conference, lying on the ground and vomiting blood. Duan Li'er wanted to struggle to stand up, but found that he didn't have even a trace of strength in his body.

Suddenly, Murong actually appeared in front of her, only to see her say with regret: "Sister Duan Li'er, you have always been my idol, and I have been climbing towards you, but I didn't expect that one day I really stood up, and you had fallen into the deep valley." ”

In an instant, the figure changed but it was the figure of Gui Yunhai, but he said quite angrily: "Duan Li'er, you have always been the person I chase, you target, that lighthouse, even if you fall now, my lighthouse is still lit, I believe you will be like her, standing again." ”

Gui Wenhai's figure slowly faded, but it turned into Dugu Zi's missing face: "Duan Li'er, although my talent is not as good as yours, but diligence can make up for it, the reason why I am stronger than you is depends on this!"

Dugu Zique's voice did not fall, but it was Tianyu Zhenren's voice that sounded: "What Zhongyong!"

Then the voice of the gray suddenly came, and he said coldly: "I said a long time ago that you don't have to be a genius to succeed...... Successful...... The sound of successful ......" kept echoing.

Looking at the master's expectant eyes, Duan Li'er suddenly shouted, "No, no......"

woke up suddenly, only to find that it was just a dream of Nanke. But there was a cold sweat on his body. Looking at the scene just now, Duan Li'er smiled to himself and said, "Do I really care so much about this Xuantian Dao Conference?"

"Perhaps!"

Waking up from the nightmare, Duan Li'er didn't feel sleepy anymore, rubbed his head, walked out of the house, stabbed cold water, returned to the room, washed his face comfortably, and the cold breath calmed his heart.

When she came to the bed again, Duan Li'er did not lie down, but sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking back to what she had encountered today, and sighed heartily: "In the past few months, maybe many things have become different!"

Especially thinking of Murong's expression that wanted to speak and stopped, the rather embarrassing smile on Dugu Zique's face, and Gui Wenhai's disdain when he looked at them and the sympathetic look at Duan Li'er. Duan Li'er also seemed to sense something.

Shaking his head, he put aside a distracting thought, and immediately calmed his heart, and the Xuan Gong in his body was running, and he saw that the power of the vitality around him began to rush towards Duan Li'er at great speed.

It was only less than five days before the Xuantian Dao Conference, and Duan Li'er was still only distracted by the second-order strength, which was also something he had gained while constantly flying for the rest of the month.

Maybe for the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, she already had enough confidence to win the championship, but thinking that it was not only the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who were going to participate in the Xuantian Dao Conference here, she still had to seize the remaining time to practice.

The vitality of heaven and earth was majestic and agitated, and countless trickles converged on Duan Li'er's body, relaxing his body and mind, carefully sensing the power of the vitality, and his mind sank into the distraction in his body, letting the distraction control the entire cultivation process.

"Huh"

Suddenly, Duan Li'er opened his eyes, and his right hand moved lightly, but it was a condensed force of vitality.

"It seems to be ......," Duan Li'er muttered

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