"Hmph, nun!"

A shrill sneer rang out, with intense disdain and contempt. This attitude resonated with many people.

Female cultivators, in the eyes of most male cultivators, are weak and slender.

They can be like silk flowers, but they can never be like ivy, they can be pitiful and cute, but they must not be tough and strong. And reality, to a greater or lesser extent, confirms this. The vast majority of female cultivators are impure in their minds when they are in love, and their cultivation becomes slower, so the higher they are, the fewer female cultivators they are.

At this time, Fu Lingpei's expression subverted their usual impression. The instinct to worship the strong makes them awe-inspired; But the habit of despising the nuns contradicts them.

"Keep walking, don't stop!" Seeing that Fu Lingpei was still moving deeper, the ridicule continued, "If you fall down in a while, brother, I'll help you!" As he spoke, he laughed wildly, as if he had thought of something sexually delighted.

There was a sound of tacit laughter in the pool.

However, the vast majority of people are smart enough not to get involved, and just close their eyes to cultivate, for them, cultivation is the first thing.

The big-eyed monk continued to keep his innocent eyes open, watching quietly, with a vague smile on his lips.

When Fu Lingpei heard those words, he was completely unmoved.

Her body was in extreme pain, she didn't have the energy or the mood to mess with these people, and she didn't even look back.

What if you win? In the cultivation realm, the fist is a qiē.

The water in the sword pool was warm and warm, but this warmth contained the ubiquitous piercing sword qi, which was drilling into her skin vigorously, from her calves, to her thighs, to her waist. By this time, her speed had slowed down, almost inch by inch. The pervasive pain in her skin made her want to stop, but her will made her keep going.

It's just that these flesh pains that penetrate the skin can compare to the calamity and heartache she once encountered? Therefore, even if it is hard, Fu Lingpei can also hold it flatly. Or, the experience of the past made her more tolerant of pain.

One moment, two moments, three moments......

A long time has passed, and it seems to be a short time.

The sword pool was already dead silent, only the gurgling water in the pool was still popping softly, accompanied by the faint sound of footsteps moving forward.

The monks who had been sneering or disapproving before closed their mouths one after another, and their breathing was tight. The steaming white mist obscured their faces, but it couldn't hide the rapid breathing that began to take place.

"Ahhh The face is blue and white, and all of them are depressed. Obviously, the previous situation was unstable, and he jumped out when he couldn't control it, but at this time he regretted it too late.

The sword pool only works when you go down to the pool for the first time, and the second time you enter, it is just ordinary pool water.

They were not in a hurry to leave, they simply sat cross-legged and practiced to see how long the female monks who had failed them could hold on.

At this time, Fu Lingpei had already moved to the vicinity of the Big-Eyed Monk, approaching the deepest part of the sword pool, but she had not stopped.

Her goal is to go farther and deeper.

She can still endure it.

Even the big-eyed monk who had always been calm couldn't help but show a stunned expression, his eyes were wide open, more like a doll on a New Year's painting.

Fu Lingpei's body was already numb. The ubiquitous sword qi around her body slashed her skin and refined her flesh and skin, intending to drill deeper, as if to break her and rebuild her.

She can still endure it.

Fu Lingpei admonished himself, a deep mark on his lips. She was dead, her eyes were red, almost bloodshot, and the sweat between her foreheads fell into the pool below, splashing lightly.

She had outdone everyone and had come to a whole no-man's land.

The pendulum will swing. The waters here are as quiet as a deep pool, and the white fog dissipates.

Fu Lingpei had just moved half an inch, and a deeper and sharper sword qi penetrated through his body, rampage, and the skin and flesh of his whole body were almost routed. The skin was still tarsus, the flesh had dissipated, hanging loosely on the hard bones, rebuilding in the crackling and shattering, the pain spread violently throughout the body, Fu Lingpei couldn't help but snort anymore, and trembled all over.

She can still endure it.

Fu Lingpei's eyes were red, struggling with his tendons, and he continued to move forward almost like a desperate fight, step by step.

She couldn't feel the presence of her body anymore. The pain all over the mountains hit her, she didn't dare to open her mouth to soothe it, for fear that one mouth would be a call for help, and her lips were bitten in extreme pain, and she was red.

The people behind him looked at the straight back of the female nun in front of them and were in awe.

However, an ordinary sect robe was wet and glued to the body, outlining graceful lines. Lined with the straight back, the slender neck like jade is obviously a delicate style, but it is so heroic that it makes people have tears in their eyes, and they can't think about it anymore.

At this point, there is no distinction between men and women! There should be no difference between men and women!

Everyone in the pool also stopped looking, closed their eyes one after another, and continued their tempering. Throughout their lives, they will remember such a back, spurring themselves on the long road of cultivating immortals, never giving up, never compromising.

Fu Lingpei has reached his limit.

She was an inch away from the core of the sword pool, but she couldn't move it. This kind of achievement has been achieved by three people since the founding of the Tianyuan Sect, the founding ancestor is counted as one, and Chu Lankuo is counted as one, but both of them stopped when they reached the core. And Fu Lingpei is in third place.

Fu Lingpei estimated that if she insisted on moving forward, then her skin and bones would collapse irretrievably. She glanced at it pitifully, then didn't think much about it anymore and sat down cross-legged.

The pool went straight over her shoulder, revealing only one head.

The piercing sword qi struck again, Fu Lingpei couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly used his spiritual power to warm up his meridians.

The sword master kills, invades the body and breaks, and the herbs in the pool immediately infiltrate the texture and warm the body and skin. In this process of breaking and erecting, the finer the skin, the tighter the muscles, and the harder the bones. Although the appearance is not unusual, purely in terms of physical strength, explosiveness and durability have become stronger.

The closer you get to the core, the more pronounced the effect.

One day, two days, three days...... Fifteen days, sixteen days...... A month has passed.

Fu Lingpei still sat there motionless, not moving. The surroundings are empty and conspicuous.

There was a rare group of people in the sword pool who didn't leave after soaking, three circles inside and three circles outside, as if watching monkeys, staring at Fu Lingpei in the pool from time to time.

Even the cultivators who have changed organically are betting on the sidelines, betting on whether this Fu Lingpei will be out of the sword pool for half a month, or a month, or half a year.

Half a month has already been lost. However, they were not annoyed, but they still refused to leave, and wandered in the sword pool.

Most of the monks of that batch had already come out of the pool, and only the big-eyed monks were still holding on. At this time, he did not have the ease of that day, his white face was tense, and he no longer had that cuteness, but showed the hardness of a monk.

He opened his eyes, and the figure of the girl was still clubbed in front of him, and although only a fluffy head was exposed, it was unusually firm and motionless like a mountain.

His lips couldn't help but tighten, and two shallow dimples appeared on the sides of his cheeks. He couldn't help but snort and continued to close his eyes. But obviously, he was a little reluctant at this time. The long-term sword qi invasion of his body made his will weak and his expression was in a trance, if he hadn't held on to his breath, he was afraid that he would have jumped out of the pool.

Another month.

Hearing the sound of "ah--", the big-eyed monk jumped out like a rabbit, with a slender body, still the appearance of a young man, and his white clothes were tightly attached to his body, looking innocent and cute.

He looked back and saw that Fu Lingpei was still there. Picking his eyes, he sat directly on the ground and didn't leave.

It must be very strange for someone to enter the sword pool now.

The pool was steaming white, but there was no one, except for a black back of the head facing everyone. The three circles on the left and the right of the pond were full of meditating monks, and from time to time they stretched their necks to look, then closed their eyes and looked again.

There was also a table with missing legs in the corner, which I don't know from which horn pimple had been improvised from. A monk with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks sat upright, patted the wood, and shouted twice from time to time, with a proud face.

One month, two months......

The people who waited were desperate.

This sword pool, isn't it the well-known sword pool?

Some have already retreated first. After all, no one spends so much time with irrelevant people just for a result.

Suddenly, the head in the pool moved.

The crowd at the edge of the pool couldn't help but shout excitedly, "It's moving, it's coming out." The big-eyed monk couldn't help but stretch his neck, forgetting that his divine sense should be clearer and more convenient.

……

Everyone looked at each other, put away their happy faces, and continued to meditate and cultivate.

Another month has passed, and it has been five months since Fu Lingpei entered the pool.

The crowd of onlookers has found a new pastime. In addition to cultivation, a small range of exchanges, chatting and bragging, the entire sword pond is like a lively market.

No one paid attention to the deep pool, which had not moved for a long time.

With a loud bang, there was a violent sound of water in the pool, and a white shadow suddenly stood on the edge of the pool.

It's Fu Lingpei.

She stood by the pool wet, her dress was half wet, and her black hair was sticking to her cheeks, just like a hibiscus out of water, fresh but charming.

Fu Lingpei was satisfied, feeling the blessing of the sword pool this time, only to feel that the texture was hard, and the inside was full of explosive power, even if it was a magic weapon, I was afraid that it would not be able to break the defense. is proud, full of pride in pulling out the mountain and covering the world. Compared to the previous life, it was really a heaven and a earth. This kind of physique is called physical cultivation, and I am afraid that some people believe it.

Seeing the lively situation around him, Fu Lingpei was stunned, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. What's going on?

"Finally woke up." A group of people are simply dancing, and the whole world celebrates. If you don't hold your breath, who is happy to be stuffed in this place where birds don't. They all gathered at the table, where there was nowhere to put their feet.

"Hello, my name is Jin Cancan."

A large, flickering eye suddenly appeared in front of her, with a sly smile.

Golden?!

Fu Lingpei suddenly thought of Lu Xuanche.