Wedge: Cultivation requires inspiration, and it takes time

Hitomi Chisheng walked towards the exchange after leaving the guest house, of course, this time there was no mistake again, the trading method of the exchange is basically semi-automated, so there are few people in the magnificent hall of the exchange. People who come to the exchange either come for something that must be traded in person, or they come to receive a trading bracelet, such as Hitomi Akayu. Coming to the exchange hall after a long absence, I have to say that the exchange is still very distinctive, almost every place is exactly the same as what he saw in Brahma City before, I'm afraid that the exchange anywhere should be like this. This reminded Chisheng Hitomi of all the things he had done in Brahma City, when he was still a little spirit master, "I don't know if Sister Yanhong will come this time", he remembered the Yan Hong who often teased him, as well as the missing Ning Yin and Zi Rou.

"Forget it, what do you want to do with this", Chisheng Hitomi shook his head and walked into the exchange, and after receiving the trading bracelet, he simply sat in the hall and searched for materials in the bracelet with his consciousness. This time he planned to be ruthless, since he had refined the Pupil Martial Martial Heavenly Technique in the Heavenly Feather Divine Mansion of the Clan Clan, the refining in the back was basically easy without many twists and turns, so Chisheng Hitomi wanted to try what the Pupil Technique of the King Rank looked like this time. Although he is only a king-level secret magician in his consciousness, let alone refining the king-level pupil technique, even the king-level secret technique may not be successful, but how can he know if he doesn't try.

There are all kinds of transactions in the consciousness space of the trading bracelet, and Chisheng Hitomi is also very bold, as long as it is the material he needs, and the price is not too outrageous, he will buy it directly. At the same time, he also sent out a transaction message for secret art refining, the content was to unconditionally refine a king-level pupil technique, because he couldn't find it after looking around, so he had to do it. After this news was released, Chisheng Hitomi left, Xuan'er was still breaking through, and it was not good for him to stay here for too long. Returned to the hospital, the spiritual power in the sky has dissipated, it should be the breakthrough completed, and most people need to consolidate the realm after breaking through, so Chisheng Hitomi is not in a hurry to go back to the house.

He was quietly in the spirit fighting arena, Feng Ling appeared in his hand, last time Uncle Tian gave him only one move of the giant sword move, this time it was okay anyway, he began to practice sword stabs. It was the most basic move with a sword, but to be honest, he had never practiced it properly. The sharp long sword in his hand stabbed out, and his right foot took a step forward, and the light sound of breaking the air came into his ears, and a sword stabbed out. I didn't feel anything, Chisheng Tong put away the sword expressionlessly, his left hand was behind his back, the whole person stood with his hands in his hands, his right hand holding the sword in front of him, and his right foot took a step, and at the same time, the sword in his hand quickly stabbed out.

Sword after sword, the sound of the long sword breaking through the air resounded endlessly in the ears of the fighting spirit field, the red life pupil was never tired of this, the left foot stood in place without moving a single step, the right foot kept coming and retracting, and the long sword stabbed out again and again. He pierced the air like this, and time passed in the sound of a sword breaking through the air, and the day passed like this, and at night, the crystals around the fighting arena lit up, and he still repeated the action of stabbing the sword again and again. Xuan'er was also still in the process of consolidation and pranayama after the breakthrough, and the two of them were doing their own things with each other, one day and two days, eight days and ten days, until the eleventh day, in a burst of crisp sword sounds, Xuan'er slowly opened her eyes.

A buzzing sword roar could be heard clearly across a mountain peak, and when Xuan'er woke up, she saw the white sign left by Chisheng Hitomi, and then followed out of the courtyard, planning to go to the exchange to have a look. Walking between the mountain streams, I saw the red sheng pupil in the center of the fighting spirit field, Xuan'er's eyebrows condensed slightly, and the red sheng pupil stood alone in the center of the fighting spirit field and kept making swords, originally thought that he was practicing some secret technique, but no matter how he perceived it, no matter how he looked at it, every sword he used was an ordinary sword. Although she was puzzled, Xuan'er didn't bother, and quietly came to the tip of a mountain stream and quietly watched Chisheng Hitomi pull out the sword back and forth like this.

After ten days of non-stop swording, Chisheng Hitomi now feels very mysterious, after swords again and again, he can't feel that he is out of the sword, there are only bursts of sword sound in his ears, only a little white light on the tip of the sword in his eyes, and his body is as light and comfortable as flowing water. After entering such a state, the speed of the sword became faster and faster, repeating like a machine, and the afterimages were messily intertwined, and it was impossible to distinguish which trajectory his current body was moving. Xuan'er's gaze on the side was a little unable to keep up, and it was only by relying on her gaze and perception of spatial changes that she could determine the movements of Chisheng Hitomi.

This chaotic situation continued, and the feeling of the red pupil changed again, and the originally relaxed swing of the sword now became difficult, and the faint sound of the sword became intermittent, sometimes the sword blade groaned, sometimes it was low and silent. The swinging of the sword that originally made him excited also became boring, this strange change made him very weird, in terms of the spirit king's physique, not to mention the sword in ten days, even if it was a hundred days, it would be fine, how could he feel struggling. And it will feel boring, which is even more unreasonable. But even so, Chisheng Hitomi didn't resist much, and he didn't stop moving, and he kept repeating. But the body became heavier and heavier, and in the end, he couldn't wave his hand at all, let alone wave his hand, and even his body seemed to be imprisoned.

In fact, his body has not changed, and in Xuan'er's eyes, the speed will no longer accelerate after reaching a certain frequency, and this speed is still in the realm of perceivability. The sword in Chisheng's eyes was also invisible, and in the darkness, an old man stood calmly in front of him. The old man looked unkempt and depressed, and a rusty greatsword was tied to his back with a tattered ribbon. The giant sword was unopened, it was not so much a sword as a slightly thinner piece of rectangular iron, and its bony right hand was raised behind him to hold the hilt. At the moment when he grasped the hilt of the sword with his five fingers, the momentum of the whole person changed suddenly, the cold aura was suffocating, and the invisible momentum ignored all defenses and pressed against people's hearts.

The long giant sword hilt was facing straight down to cover the old man's face, and suddenly, his old arm moved slightly, the body of the giant sword twisted, and the blades on both sides were facing two people, and a pair of eagle falcon's eyes made a piercing gaze, and the long sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out. Fast! Unexpectedly fast, beyond the speed of human reaction, Chisheng Hitomi's whole body froze in place unable to move, and the giant sword passed in an instant, directly penetrating the heart of his body, "Ah~", Chisheng Hitomi suddenly screamed and retreated. Each step back left a deep footprint on the ground of the Fighting Spirit, and the feeling of heaviness and sluggishness exploded at this moment, and it was not until the last foot that the entire ankle stepped into the ground that he stabilized his body.

"Hitomi ~ What's wrong with you", before he could calm down, he heard a delicate voice with anxiety and worry, "No...... It's okay", Hitomi Chisheng felt his body lose his strength for a while, but he was still immersed in the sword. The feeling of oppression that the defense was seen through, the feeling of being stared at by countless eyes and having nowhere to escape, and the amazing feeling of the moment when the sword was drawn out, was so fast that it surpassed all reactions. Directly lock the breath and body to instantly disintegrate the opponent. "Hitomi, are you practicing some secret technique", Xuan'er hurriedly helped him, "Well, it's a swordsmanship", Chisheng Hitomi stabilized his body, "What kind of swordsmanship, I see that you have been just using a sword", Xuan'er asked. "Well, I don't know, it was given to me by Uncle Tian. Okay Xuan'er, you help me go out and have a look, I released a message on the exchange ten days ago, I don't know if anyone is coming, I still want to return to the position again", Chisheng Hitomi said.

"Then you have to be careful, I'll be back soon", Xuan'er finished speaking and left the hospital with the teleportation wooden card, and Chisheng Hitomi returned to the position where he stood before, this time he no longer drew his sword, but stood with his hands in his hands, and the long sword was erected in front of him with his eyes closed. He wanted to know where that momentum and feeling came from, the old man didn't have a scabbard either, so it wasn't an accumulated sword momentum. In that case, there must be something special about it, and the point is in the sudden heaviness and dullness. It didn't take long for Xuan'er to come back, but she didn't bother when she saw that Chisheng Hitomi was really meditating, and there were already people from a shop outside, all waiting to meet and make friends with a king-level mystic.

originally thought that Chisheng Hitomi would just stand for a while, but who would have thought that his stop would be a day, and the next day he would still stand like this, Xuan'er had no choice but to go out and tell everyone to wait for a few more days for the time being. Fortunately, there was the title of King-level Mystic, so everyone didn't feel that there was anything wrong with waiting a little longer, because refining the Mystic was originally time-consuming and laborious. A few days passed in a blink of an eye, Chisheng Hitomi was still standing, no one knew what he was thinking to be so engrossed, now Xuan'er simply didn't care, found a place where he could see him when he opened his eyes, sat cross-legged and fell into cultivation.

Hitomi Chisheng stood for twenty-three days, and on the morning of the twenty-fourth day, Hitomi Chisheng, who had been standing, suddenly raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and a chilling momentum erupted from his body, and the space around his body became extremely thick. Xuan'er, who was cultivating on the side, felt the change in space and opened her eyes, and was relieved when she saw the smile on the corner of Chisheng's mouth. Chisheng Hitomi clenched the sword in his hand, twisted his wrist slightly, and the blade of the long sword moved forward, and at the same time opened his eyes, and the thick and cold momentum was wildly condensed. Xuan'er's red lips opened slightly in surprise, and she felt the oppression and suffocation brought by this terrifying aura from afar, especially in the direction where the sword blade was facing, and the entire space seemed to be frozen. The air had become so heavy that it was impossible to move, and the leaves and petals that had fallen from around it all fell straight like stones.

When this momentum and aura rose to a fixed point, Chisheng Hitomi suddenly put away the sealing spirit in his hand, and everything returned to calm. "I've learned the other style, then this move is called a broken style", Chisheng Hitomi said with a smile, and the swordsmanship cultivation that lasted more than thirty days was also announced. If you put it on Earth, it's been almost a year.