For several days in a row, the door of the Zilan Building where Guluo was located had been closed, and since he returned from the outside that day, Guluo had never opened the door again, and no one knew what was going on inside, but it was not the fluctuation of the aura that was faintly rippling around, but it showed that the spirit array was being used to cultivate vigorously.

It was in the hall on the first floor of this building that a thin figure sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and his expression was bright and full of energy, obviously he had just made a breakthrough.

After sitting upright and looking ahead for a long time, he suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Finally reached the ninth layer of Qi acceptance!" Although the effort put forward was far beyond imagination, I was still extremely excited to finally make a breakthrough after struggling for so long.

That's right, the original third-layer Qi Acceptance Lonely relied on the ability of the spiritual liquid, and in the end, he only improved his strength to the peak of the eighth layer of Qi Acceptance, and after this period of tempering, as well as his own tempering, he finally broke through the ninth layer of Qi in one fell swoop with the help of the power of the Spirit Array.

"I just broke through the ninth layer of Qi acceptance, I'm afraid there won't be any more improvement in a short period of time, but ......" The corner of his mouth on the right side curled, and a strange arc curved, "Xuanyuan Chi, I'm going to decide." ”

That's right, what Gu Luo is thinking about now is the Xuanyuan Pool that the Great Elder mentioned—a spiritual pool that helps spiritual cultivation break through the Junction Vortex Realm. However, if you want to get a place in the Spirit Pool, you must first achieve the top ten results in the big competition, and then you can be eligible to compete with the geniuses of the other three major families.

"Family Xiaobi, hum!" Thinking that it was when he first came back, and the door was stuffed with all kinds of challenge letters, there was a wave of anger in his heart, "Is it easy to pinch everyone when I am a soft persimmon?" Thinking so in his heart, his right hand clenched into a fist, and a strong energy burst out in it.

After this period of special training, his strength has long been different from what it used to be, and in the past, he was still a third-layer of qi, and even the youth performance of the fifth layer in that period could hit him hard. But now that he was confident of defeating an ordinary opponent of the Junction Realm, the improvement was not insignificant.

He felt the abundant power in his body, his eyes suddenly swept to the side, his right hand shook to the right, and the next moment there was an additional green steel sword with dense secret patterns in his hand. Then, the sword qi was agitated, the light and shadow filled the sky, and the sword styles flowed like flowing water in the lonely hand. If these scenes fall into the eyes of others, they will be extremely pleasing to the eye, and they will feel as if he is dancing, and all his movements will be as natural and smooth as flowing water.

Obviously, even with his swordsmanship, he had already climbed to another level, and he performed more smoothly and curly.

However, when the so-called manpower is finally exhausted, not to mention, in fact, he has not cultivated for a long time at all, and coupled with his limited strength, it is impossible to truly perform all sword styles smoothly.

If the process of its dancing is compared to an excerpt opera, then the first seven acts must be affectionate and tranquil, moist and immersive. However, the eighth act is cold and condensed, bumpy and emotional, and the ninth act is directly interrupted and cannot be performed.

"Hey. Gu Luo put away his sword and sighed lightly, sure enough, the ninth form still couldn't be used, and the eighth form was not very smooth.

"This is a sword sweep, do you think it is a bad street martial art? Especially the eighth and ninth styles, which contains the artistic conception, not to mention that your strength is not enough, it is enough, and if you can't comprehend the artistic conception, it is also in vain. The old man's sneering voice sounded in his heart.

But he understands this truth, but he always feels that he can show it. But whenever the sword style was about to erupt, there always seemed to be something blocking him, which made him very annoyed.

Then he shook his head, and didn't think about it, but threw his sword forward, clenched his hands into fists, and put on a stance, as if this void had been fighting.

"Stop, stop, what's the use of you still practicing like this?"

When I heard this, I was suddenly stunned by the highly condensed work of the spirit, and my luck almost fell out.

After finally tidying up, he was puzzled and asked, "Then what else should I do?" ”

"Now you have to hang some sticks or sandbags in this hall, so that you can exercise your reflexes and speed in actual combat......"

Later, under his guidance, he brought three bags of sandbags from elsewhere, except that instead of sand, they contained a very hard kapok.

However, after trying it out, he finally decided to move it all to the basement. The reason was that he quickly smashed some wooden window frames.

After practicing for a long time, Lonely finally stopped. After all, for almost the entire month, he was in a state of cultivation, which was undoubtedly a huge psychological challenge for a person who had just stepped into spiritual cultivation for a month. And the old man also agreed, this month is indeed a bit urgent, cultivation focuses on one relaxation, he also advocates that loneliness temporarily put down the matter of cultivation, anyway, tomorrow is the family Xiaobi, he has made breakthroughs in all aspects, it is difficult to have any other achievements in a short time, it is better to relax and adjust the state, but it is more conducive to tomorrow's competition.

Coming out of the basement, he was on the first floor of the Zilan Building, looking at the warm sun outside the window, he breathed a long sigh of relief. But neither he nor the old man in his body noticed a figure outside the door.

......

At this time, outside the hall where Lonely Luo lived, there was a delicate and delicate figure standing, although her figure was petite, but her collarbones were fragrant and shoulders, and there was a trace of coquettishness in the poetry of her eyebrows and eyes. If you open the door at this time, you will definitely be pleasantly surprised to find that this is Qingyi.

It's just that her face standing outside the door at this time looked hesitant and hesitant, her teeth bit her lip tightly, and her brows frowned slightly, looking pitiful. Her little hands were clenched to her chest, not knowing what she was thinking.

Suddenly her right hand moved, and she reached forward, turning the back of her hand towards the façade, as if to smash it. But when he saw that he was about to knock down, he stopped again.

"I don't think there's any excuse to say. Would it be strange for him to come to him so boldly, and what would he think?"

As the so-called concern is chaos, the meaning of loneliness to her is already obvious, but she is always worried about whether she has misunderstood the meaning of the other party. If Guluo really has a good impression of her, then she suddenly came to him, and the other party will not feel strange but happy, but I don't know why, she, who has always been smart and clever, suddenly became timid and hesitated, for fear that she had done something wrong.