Facing his innocent sister, Shi Xuan was a little hesitant at this moment, after all, he didn't want to deceive his sister.

In the past, as long as he could make his sister happy, no matter how difficult things were, Shi Xuan would try his best to do it, but this time he really didn't know how long he had been gone, and he didn't even know if he could come back alive!

Shi Xuan finally stretched out his finger and hooked his sister, instead of looking ahead, it was better to try to get himself back alive.

"Pull the hook, hang yourself, a hundred years, don't change!"

A crisp voice came out, and Shi Xuan looked at his sister who showed two pear vortices, and silently added a sentence in his heart.

"I'll definitely come back alive...... Take you to see the scenery of the world......"

Watching Shi Xuan walk out of the room in a daze, Shi Xin suddenly turned his head to Lu Yao and said.

"My brother is going to come to see me, isn't he?"

Lu Yao was stunned for a moment, and her heart was mixed.

"Hmmm......"

Hearing this, Shi Xin smiled, revealing two small pear vortices, and a hint of cunning flashed in her slightly dim eyes.

"When will Sister Yaoyao bring the beautiful Sister Murong to play with Xiaoxin?"

"Next week, next week, I will definitely bring her to accompany Xiaoxin......"

......

Shi Xuan returned to his room, took a deep breath, found a backpack, stuffed a few sets of clothes and a large amount of hemostatic and painkiller medicine into it, and then picked up the ink bamboo long knife and the silver-white katana.

After Shi Xuan came to the bedside, his eyes looked at Bubu firmly, and his face was cold, as if he was not a soldier who was ready to go to the battlefield, but a man who was ready to spend all day drinking.

Bubu put away his mobile phone, and without saying a word, with a wave of his hand, a colorful light door appeared in Shi Xuan's room again.

In this case, there is no need to ask at all, Shi Xuan's eyes have already told Bubu everything, and there is no need to say more about his determination.

Shi Xuan pulled his backpack, and then stepped into the colored light door.

This time, there was no whirlwind, no painful feeling of slapping the back of the head, it was as easy as stepping out of a dark tunnel, and the sun was coming.

Shi Xuan raised his hand to cover his eyes, and squinted at Bubu through his fingers, I don't know if the teleportation was originally like this or if Bubu was in a good mood this time, with the character of Bubu needles and needles, it is likely to be the latter.

Smack......

A gravel tree was blown down by the wind from the cliff and smashed down not far from Shi Xuan, shattering into powder.

It seems to be a line of heaven cut out of the stone mountain, the high cliffs, and the dead pines hanging upside down, but it is a little regrettable that there are no birds.

Shi Xuan, who was accustomed to the sun, glanced up, and the corner of his eye was raised, to be honest, although he was given a new life here, Shi Xuan really didn't want to come here again, because the feeling of death last time was too realistic, and he was still terrified when he thought about it now.

Now, as a bystander, looking at the cracks in the stone wall and the protruding stones not far away, I always have a sense of seeing my own grave.

Shi Xuan subconsciously pulled his backpack, was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Bubu.

"The things have been stored in the temple, as for how to take them out, this will be talked about later, your task now is to train! Otherwise, you won't survive a day in the Spring and Autumn Continent!"

Bubu floated on a flat boulder, lay comfortably on the blanket, and started the tumbling journey again.

"Training ......"

Shi Xuan clenched the ink bamboo in his hand, these two words once again made him feel the sense of powerlessness after yesterday's fiasco.

Maybe you can farm resurrection coins here, but in reality, a failure may be the separation of heaven and man, and the enemy will not be stupid enough to let himself grow, and most of the plots that pretend to be slapped in the face are just novel plots.

"Boy, over here!"

A brute with black hair scattered over his shoulders let out a loud roar, and layers of qi waves spread like water waves, almost overturning Shi Xuan.

The lethality of the mangu's loud voice in this narrow terrain was undeniable, and the rubble on the stone wall fell like rain, crackling and hitting the ground.

Shi Xuan covered his ears in pain, no dragon roar could compare to this voice, lying on the blanket with a stupid smile on the cloth cloth stunned for a moment, and then the round little face quickly turned cold, and with a wave of his little hand, he swept away the falling rocks above his head, and slowly disappeared after a cold glance at the ancient man.

Mangu scratched his head a little embarrassedly, the corners of his mouth grinned, inserted the halberd in his hand into the stone on his side, sat down cross-legged and raised his hand to signal Shi Xuan to step forward.

Shi Xuan rubbed his temples and sat down in front of the Mangu, and at this moment, he looked at the three-meter-high Mangu Capital in front of him, and the phantom had already appeared, and his head was the same as the paste, and it was also a paste surrounded by countless flies, buzzing non-stop.

"To be honest, I don't know much about swordsmanship...... So I'm not going to force any advice......"

After Mangu finished speaking, he raised his hand and tapped on the space beside him, and the surrounding space was like a lake thrown into a stone lake, and the ripples spread outward in circles and circles......

Then the surrounding scene changed instantly, the uneven stone wall became extremely smooth, like a mirror, and black knife marks spread all over the cliffs on both sides, and the sharp knife intent was like the waves of the angry sea, submerging Shi Xuan.

The depth of the knife marks is distinct, and the knife marks near Shixuan are generally not deep, and they are densely packed with knife marks that are three inches deep, including these knife marks that are a few points deep.

The deeper you go into the canyon, the deeper the knife marks become, the more terrifying the knife intent becomes.

Shi Xuan's face turned pale, although the sword intent around him was not strong, it was still within his bearing, the pressure from the depths of the sky was too great, and the ink bamboo long knife in his hand kept shaking, gradually burning his hands, like a beast about to come out of the cage.

Mangu held his chin and looked at this scene calmly, if he couldn't even hold this kind of test, then it was better to give up the long knife as soon as possible, and now it was too late to change to the long halberd! After all, he accepted the business of teaching and teaching.

Call~~

Shi Xuan exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and his expression gradually calmed down, but it didn't take long for his face to show ecstasy, he was shocked by the knife intent in the depths of the canyon just now, and the pressure dissipated after he recovered, after all, the knife intent that could really threaten Shi Xuan was not nearby.

The corners of his mouth opened, Shi Xuan turned his head to look at the knife marks in front of him, his eyes lit up, as if facing a peerless beauty who was exhaling like an orchid.

"Here...... Even if you lie still, you can continue to improve your sword skills!"

Shi Xuan muttered in a low voice, once again praising his choice, although the cultivation of the temple seems to be extremely dangerous, but in fact, it will save his life, and cultivating here is like bringing an infinite resurrection buff.

Moreover, the temple can throw off the water blue star a few streets just in terms of resources, in terms of the cultivation of martial artists, the so-called seven families of Tenglong City are just a joke, even if it is the Lingwu Association, it is impossible to have such a big deal.

The real danger of the temple is the other world that Shi Xuan is about to face, there, if you die, you are really dead, and this point Bu Bu has emphasized countless times, that is, he is afraid that he will die in the Spring and Autumn Continent with the mentality of a game.

If it takes a month to ascend to the first order in the outside world, then it may not take ten days in the temple, and people who are content with the status quo in this cultivation method may be tormented, but for people like Shi Xuan who have to become stronger......

It's great to be in the temple......

"What do you think is the most important means of a warrior?"

Man Gu looked at Shi Xuan in a daze, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, revealing a contemplative expression, this time the voice was not loud, it didn't seem to be a question, it was more like a discussion.

Shi Xuan was a little sluggish, he really hadn't thought about this question, after all, he was a little white who only broke through last night, how long can you expect him to think about it?

Not to mention the most important means of a martial artist, he now only knows martial artists, martial artists, martial spirits and martial arts sects even at the level of martial artists, and he can't do anything else except pick up a knife and cut it.

Shi Xuan held his chin with one hand, his elbow on his thigh, and his brows furrowed.

Although I have never thought about it, I can still get some answers by comparing the present with the past.

First of all, the physical fitness of the martial artist is far beyond that of ordinary people, although the height and weight have not changed much, but the actual changes in the details of the muscles are earth-shaking, and any little change in the details that is inconspicuous is an unimaginable qualitative change.

Whether it's strength or speed, it's unmatched before, and the endurance is even better, but the root of it all comes from......

"Spiritual power?"

Shi Xuan looked inwardly at the vortex of spiritual power in his qi sea, and the pale black knife-tip spiritual power gushed out from the qi sea, flowing to the limbs and eight skeletons, slowly improving his physical fitness.

Shi Xuan looked up at Mangu, although Shi Xuan was not low, but Mangu was too tall, with a height of more than three meters looking down on all the humans in the Water Blue Star, coupled with the muscles of the prickly tree, he was a King Kong.

"You're right! But it's not entirety! Spiritual power is indeed the foundation of a martial artist, spiritual power flows through the limbs and eight bones, constantly nourishing muscles, and strength, speed, and endurance are always improved......

Mangu was expressionless, and he didn't seem surprised by Shi Xuan's answer, but he didn't fully affirm it.

"There has never been a shortage of geniuses in this world, perverts who do not cultivate spiritual power and specialize in the flesh can even fight with spirit beasts of the same level, there are mysterious families who specialize in cultivating divine sense, and can take people's lives silently, magical beast masters, ancient spirit beasts that rely on talent......"

"Aren't these strong?"

Mangu stared at Shi Xuan like a torch, although Shi Xuan had only broken through the martial artist yesterday, and his vision was limited and the worldview that had already been formed, but Mangu really wanted to know what answer Shi Xuan could give!

Shi Xuan's body was shocked, his chin was slightly open, and his worldview was violently impacted, these were not unthinkable, but just like his own shortcomings, he was far less shocked than others pointed out in person.

There is nothing wrong with what Mangu said, isn't it true that if you don't cultivate spiritual power, you must be weak?

No!

Does that power really have nothing to do with spiritual power?

No!

Since it's neither, what's the answer?

"The road is walked out, and the real strength is never the system, but its own ......"

Mangu stood up, his muscular body blocking the sunlight, and his face was serious.

Shi Xuan's mouth opened slightly, obviously shocked, at this moment, in Shi Xuan's eyes, the image of the ancient man is incomparably majestic, this is simply Shi Xuan's worldview slammed to the ground, and then he has to make up for two more feet.

As long as he is strong, no matter how he cultivates, who cares?

The corners of the mouth of the barbarian Gu admired by Shi Xuan raised slightly, although he didn't know what the most powerful weapon of a martial artist was, but a few, as long as he didn't know, he would feel powerful!

And the barbarian Gu is not wrong, the strength of the wheel, the martial artist of the same level can't beat the spirit beast of the same level with a strong body, the wheel is weird, and it is not as good as the divine stick that specializes in cultivating divine sense......

"No matter how much you say, it's not as efficient as body memory, come on rookie!"

As soon as Mangu grabbed it with his right hand, the surrounding gravel quickly gathered in the palm of his hand, and after a while, it formed a long stick of the same height as Mangu.

This is the style of the barbarians, instead of preaching old-fashionedly, it is better to improve in actual combat, and last night Shi Xuan faced the battle of the white bears.

To tell the truth, what kind of tricks are these fighting? A martial artist can't use his spiritual power like his own arm, so what else is there to fight? Just surrender and lose half of it!

Looking at the long stick in front of him that was thicker than his arm, the corners of Shi Xuan's mouth twitched, and after taking three steps back, he pulled out the Mozhu long knife with a bang, and the Mozhu long knife began to shake after it came out of the sheath, and he was extremely excited in the baptism of sword intent in the first line of heaven

Shi Xuan had no doubt that the long knife in his hand could sharpen iron like clay.