Chapter 829: Life and death are only a thin line

"Although the martial arts field is strong, it also has great shortcomings, even fatal shortcomings." Seeing that Ling Chuxi was excited, Cangyuan reminded.

"What?" Ling Chuxi asked after hearing his serious tone, forcibly calming down his excitement.

"When the strong meet, life and death are only between a line, once the field is displayed but the opponent cannot be restrained, then it is not far from death, if there is no absolute certainty, or as a last resort, it is best not to use the field easily." Cangyuan said.

"Well, I know it, I won't use it casually." Ling Chuxi said. Cang Yuan said very reasonably, the strong fight against each other, there is no room for distraction, if the field can not be successful, it is indeed a dead end. However, it is only a head-to-head fight, if you have a cold knife in the back...... The corners of Ling Chuxi's mouth wiped a wicked smile.

"Also, I've already helped you refine your Falling Dust Sword, and we'll go collect that Abyss Remnant in a few days." Next, Cang Yuan said to Ling Chuxi again.

"It's okay so soon?" Ling Chuxi's attention immediately shifted and said in surprise.

"Well, you have a good rest and adjust your state in the past few days, and we will go in a few days." Cangyuan said.

As he spoke, the competition on the field was over.

Just like Cangyuan said, Lu Chengfeng did not have a martial arts heart, and he suppressed his strength, and was firmly bound by the Tianji Realm, so he could only be beaten passively, although Duan Xiaomo's battle qi was only six or seven layers, and it could not cause him fatal damage, but Lu Chengfeng, as a descendant of Lu Jiantang, the first master of the Sect Saint Realm in the past, was an elder of the Tianji Sect for generations, and he had suffered such humiliation since he was a child, and he was ashamed, angry and anxious, and he actually rolled his eyes and fainted to the ground.

Duan Xiaomo also stopped, but his mind was still stuck in the scene of the fight just now, it was estimated that he had a new understanding, without saying a word, he came to the sea of flowers alone and sat cross-legged, and soon entered meditation.

No one expected that this competition, which was not at the same level at all, would end in such a way, Duan Feiyu was both relieved and a little crying and laughing, and hurriedly carried Lu Chengfeng back to the bedroom with several other disciples of the Tianji Sect, thinking in his heart for a while how to appease him when he woke up, after all, the relationship between the Lu family and the Tianji Sect was too special, and he couldn't make a fuss about this trivial matter.

The other Su family disciples continued to compete, and Lan Xinyu and a few people also went up to join in the fun, but Ling Chuxi was not interested in watching any more, and went back to the room early to rest, planning to practice the mental method given by Cangyuan for the next few days, and then adjust the state to the best to find the sword intent in the Jindan Sect.

At night, everyone fell into a deep sleep, and there was silence in the Jindan Sect, only the children on duty at night patrolled around, and occasionally there was the sound of small footsteps.

Ling Chuxi sat on the bed and stroked the Falling Dust Sword in his hand. After being tempered by the abyss, the surface of the Falling Dust Sword does not seem to be the slightest difference from before, but if you look closely, you will find that the sword body is as transparent as water, and there is no trace of impurities in sight, and there is less of the cold of the past, but it is a little more restrained.

"Good sword!" Ling Chuxi gently stroked the sword body, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration, even those so-called peerless swords that have been tempered by the hands of famous craftsmen, in terms of quality, they can't compare with the dusty sword in their hands.

"This is a good sword, at most it can only be regarded as the best of the best." Although it was tempered personally, Cang Yuan was not the slightest bit proud, and said unceremoniously.