The aura storm continued, and the aura kept pouring into Su Moyu's body.

However, because of the improvement of the realm, the concentration of the aura in his body is also increasing, and with his current absorption speed, it is simply not enough to fill his dantian.

It is precisely because of this that the creation space has not been activated, so it can only let those excess aura whizz past him.

Although he felt a little pity, he didn't think it was a big deal.

Because since before, his mind has been thinking about another thing.

When he was through the stone gate before, he heard something and guessed that the final destination of this aura storm should be the Xuanling Cave.

Just one aura storm, its aura content was able to directly allow him to break through from the peak of the marrow cleansing to the primordial realm of spiritual void.

What about the Xuanling Cave, which has accumulated a storm of aura for several years?

If you let yourself cultivate in it, will you take the opportunity to break through the realm again?

Even if he couldn't break through the realm, if he activated the creation space, the profit would still be too big for him to think about.

Thinking of this, Su Moyu had the idea of entering the top eight of the Great Martial Arts Test for the first time.

But if you want to enter the top eight, with your current spiritual void primordial realm, you can only be a fool's dream.

"It's still not enough!" Su Moyu clenched his fists fiercely, got up and walked back.

The dumb man on the side was a little worried, so he sent him back to the A-shaped room.

Although Su Moyu vomited blood, it was actually fine, and there was no discomfort after waking up.

On the contrary, because of the improvement of the realm, the mental state and physical state of the whole person have been greatly improved.

Especially the pair of 300-pound iron boots, I don't feel too heavy to wear.

After waking up early to say hello to Cheng Jian's place, he continued his journey to climb the mountain and pick up books.

After entering the spiritual void realm, his speed increased a lot, and he walked to the library building in less than an hour. After stepping on the steps to the second floor, he found the idle book that Cheng Jian had chosen and just wanted to leave, but saw that a group of people had blocked the stairs downstairs.

"I heard that our ghost sword stream's dung-digging senior brother comes to the library every day, and I don't know what books to read, can you show us side branch disciples?" The person who spoke, Su Moyu, was very familiar, it was De'an who took him up the mountain in the first place.

Su Moyu frowned when he saw that it was him, and didn't want to bother, but who knew that De'an stretched out his arm and said, "What's the matter? When you become a big disciple of Ghost Sword Flow, you don't know the old man in the past? I still remember that day a certain person who asked for food knelt on the ground and begged me to take him up the mountain, but now it's good, I forgot my roots after climbing the high branches." ”

The group laughed, and someone asked, "Senior Brother De'an, who did you say was the one who asked for food?"

De'an smiled and said, "Yo, I don't dare to say that he is now the senior brother of the Ghost Sword Stream, how dare I say who he is." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Su Moyu with his eyes, and when he saw the other party's gloomy face, he pretended to be surprised: "Ah, I'm sorry, I said I leaked my mouth." ”

There was laughter all around.

Su Moyu frowned, looked around, and saw that all the staircases had to be blocked by this group of people, making it clear that they were deliberately looking for their own stubble.

He knew that he couldn't solve the problem by blindly forbearing, so he said in a deep voice: "Say, what do you want?"

De'an smiled gloomily and said, "Where do I dare to do anything? You are a big man who even Senior Sister Jiang dares to offend, and I, a disciple of a small family, just want to ask Senior Brother for advice from you." After all, there are fellow disciples, and there are people who learn from each other, even if anyone breaks someone's leg carelessly, they can't blame each other, right?"

Su Moyu stared at De'an's eyes for a long time, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll learn from you!"

De'an was overjoyed, and hurriedly stretched out his hand back and said, "Bring the sword!"

Someone next to him handed two swords. Su Moyu held the sword in his hand, but frowned, because the gap between the two swords was a bit big, and what he held in his hand was an ordinary mortal iron sword, at most a fifth-order.

And the sword in De'an's hand looks like it should be a first-order spiritual product, and the difference between the two is a few grades, and this one has already lost before the fight starts.

"Please!" De'an obviously took a big advantage, but he had to pretend to be personable, and motioned for Su Moyu to make the first move.

Su Moyu frowned, feeling a little difficult in his heart.

Because although he worships under Cheng Jianxuan, he has not learned anything other than climbing the mountain these days.

Although he relied on the influence of the aura storm to enter the spiritual void realm, he didn't have any exercises under his hands.

The current Su Moyu is like a little doll who has no money and doesn't know how to spend money, if he really starts to do it, no matter how he looks at it, he will suffer a big loss.

But in the current situation, he will not be allowed to retreat.

So he leaned down, unfastened his iron boots, and stood barefoot on the floor of the library.

This action caused a lot of ridicule, and someone chuckled: "Sure enough, it's a person named Hanako, and even the habit of being a barefoot girl is still retained." ”

Su Moyu frowned, didn't bother to pay attention to the other party, put the sword across his chest in a matter-of-fact manner, and then stabbed the sword after thinking about it again.

Seeing his lame sword, the onlookers let out another burst of laughter. On the other side, De'an couldn't help shaking his head, and slapped out with a very chic sword, blocking Su Moyu's sword blade with the spine of the sword.

"Yo, senior brother digging dung, why is your ghost sword flow's swordsmanship so straightforward?" De'an laughed, but the sword in his hand was not slow down a minute, and he attacked Su Moyu with a sword.

Dean deliberately humiliated his opponent, so he stabbed his sword with a sword, and even if he had the opportunity to decide the winner with one move, he would deflect the sword by three points. only cut Su Moyu's clothes, or left an inconspicuous wound on his body, so the two fought for a long time, although Su Moyu was embarrassed, he didn't suffer any serious injuries.

It's just that the laughter that came from all around him was louder and louder, which still made him resentful in his heart.

However, no matter how resentful they are, the comparison of the strength of the two sides is still honestly placed there and will not move.

But Su Moyu knew that he was not losing to his opponent in the realm, all he was missing was his moves.

But where should I learn this trick in a hurry? If I continue to fight like this, my defeat will only depend on De'an's mood.

"You can't fight like this!" Su Moyu made up his mind, and suddenly threw the sword in his hand directly at De'an.

De'an was startled, and after using his sword to pull away the flying sword, he said, "Senior brother who digs dung, the sword technique is not for throwing. ”

Before the words fell, he suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, and he saw Su Moyu rushing over at a speed far beyond his expectations, and a bear hug hugged him.

The two were entangled together, and no matter how exquisite De'an's sword moves were, he couldn't use them, and a good sword fight became wrestling.

Originally, the two of them were in a similar realm, and their strength should have been about the same.

But Su Moyu has been honed by iron boots these days, and his lower plate is surprisingly stable, so he threw De'an to the floor as soon as he came and went, and the sword in his hand was also gone.

"Bastard!" Dean scolded, jumped up with his hand on the ground, and bounced his left foot to kick Su Moyu's head.

Su Moyu was also full of anger at this time, looking at the foot that flew to kick his heart, and raised his leg to greet him.

The two legs were staggered in the air, and Dean was directly kicked upside down and flew out, knocking over the bookshelf next to him.

And Su Moyu over there landed steadily.

"Legs...... My leg!" De'an's terrible cry rang out in the library, and when everyone gathered around, he saw that his left calf had been broken.