Zhao Wenqi was dreaming, a good dream, but unfortunately the Sanskrit sound from heaven woke him up from his dream. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wang Shi was knocking on the wine jar with a wooden stick, waking Zhao Wenqi up in this way.

"Why can't I see? Am I blind? How can this be!" Zhao Wenqi woke up and found that he could only see darkness, and couldn't help but shout.

"Big brother, you are wearing a wine jar, of course it is dark in front of you. Just take the jar off. ”

"Oh, why didn't you say it earlier, I thought I was blind, no wonder my neck is so sore. Hey, why is this jar so narrow? Why can't I pull it out?"

"I'll help you. ”

"Good...... bar. ”

Zhao Wenqi screamed like a pig, and shouted while jumping: "You want to pull my head off!"

"What then?"

"Why don't you gently knock out the cracks in this wine jar and then crush it carefully and carefully?" Zhao Wenqi asked cautiously.

"Seems like a good idea. ”

"Wait, didn't you keep knocking on the altar just now?" Zhao Wenqi suddenly jumped back.

"Ahem, no. ”

"Oh, am I mistaken? Then you knock on it, you should be cautious, don't hit me too the head. ”

"Don't worry, big brother, I hold the knife so steadily, you still don't worry about this little thing?" Wang Shi was already eager to try with a wooden stick.

"Okay, then you knock. Zhao Wenqi couldn't do anything but close his eyes and clench his fists and wait for Wang Shi to smash the wine jar.

There was a long wait, not a single movement.

"What's the matter, you?" Zhao Wenqi's palms were sweating.

"I didn't find a good position to start!" Wang Shi kept looking up and down at the wine jar that Zhao Wenqi had brought on his head.

"Knock it, knock it, knock it, die early and live early. Zhao Wenqi said impatiently.

"Okay, I knocked. Wang Shi raised his stick high and aimed it at the wine jar.

"Knock it. Zhao Wenqi closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth and said.

"What a knock. ”

"Knock on. Zhao Wenqi clenched his teeth and said.

Bite!

The sound is as small as the sound of a mosquito.

"You use a little force! What's the use of knocking like this? You can't kill mosquitoes!" Zhao Wenqi said angrily.

"Then I'll knock it hard. ”

"Hard!"

Bite!

It's a little louder.

"You haven't eaten! Hard, as hard as you did when you cut the village! Now it's so unbearable to hit a jar?"

"Then I really knocked hard?"

"Hard!"

Wang Shi raised the stick above his head and slashed it down.

Buzz! Buzz!

Zhao Wenqi's eyes were completely dark, and his body shook even more disobediently.

"Big brother, big brother, how are you?!" Wang Shi hurriedly stepped forward to support Zhao Wenqi.

"I'm okay, I'm just a little unsteady. Zhao Wenqi's hands were shaking around, trying to grab something to support his body.

"I'm holding you. ”

"Look if the jar is cracked. ”

"No, not even a stripe. ”

"Huh?!"

"What should I do, big brother?"

"Forget it, I'd better take this wine jar with me first, and I'll find the senior brother to cut it open with a saw for me. ”

"Big brother......" Wang Shi wanted to call out to Zhao Wenqi and tell him that there was a pillar in front of him.

Zhao Wenqi just took two steps and crashed into a pillar, and then took two steps and crashed into a pile of roses, so Zhao Wenqi retreated.

"Forget it, you better knock it open for me, try to knock it open, use the same ruthlessness when you cut the village open, well, yes, knock it open all at once. Zhao Wenqi clenched his fists and said.

"Okay, but, big brother, what should I do if I knock on the head?"

"It's okay, knock it, my head is hard. ”

"Then I knocked?"

"Knock it. ”

Wang Shi stood on the table, raised the wooden stick above his head, jumped up at once, and slammed it into Zhao Wenqi's head.

Click.

The wine jar cracked, and red wine flowed out, and Zhao Wenqi vaguely saw Wang Shi in the white expanse, and then fell down as soon as it was dark in front of him.

"Big brother, big brother, what's wrong with you, big brother, you can't die! I hurt you!" Wang Shi hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhao Wenqi after throwing away the wooden stick.

......

Zhao Wenqi had a white bandage on his head, covered his face, hid in a tree, and carried a large wine jar in his arms.

Wang Shi walked very leisurely, without any precautions.

In Wang Shi's memory, it seemed that something had fallen from the sky.

Before Wang Shi could look up, it suddenly went dark, followed by a buzzing in his ears, and finally he fell down in front of him.

Zhao Wenqi took off his mask, nodded with satisfaction, and walked away from Wang Shi's side humming a little song.

Zhao Wenqi never did this kind of thing.

......

A sword shadow streaked by.

A piece of wood was immediately split in half.

Wang Shi put Zhao Wenqi's green sword in his hand and carefully observed it.

The spirit weapon is actually not much sharper than an ordinary iron sword, but after injecting spiritual power into the spirit weapon, it is completely different. Everything becomes as fragile as tofu in front of a spiritual weapon, and it can be cut with a little force.

The spiritual weapon is also divided into grades, divided into three levels: low-grade, medium-grade, and upper-grade, the Baili needle, willow leaf flying knife and white lotus used by the fourth senior sister Jiang Yao that day all belong to the low-grade spiritual weapon, even Zhao Wenqi's green sword and Shen An's gentleman's sword are also low-grade spiritual weapons, only the snow red silk used by Zhu Wushuang belongs to the medium-grade spiritual weapon.

The higher the level of the spiritual weapon, the greater the power will naturally be, but the greater the consumption of spiritual power, the general person in the condensation realm will have one low-grade spiritual weapon is enough, and when he reaches the eighth or ninth stage of qi, he will choose to use two lower-grade spiritual weapons, otherwise the consumption of spiritual power is too great, and before he wins the opponent, his own spiritual power will be exhausted, and the spiritual weapon will not play a role but become a burden. There are some special reasons why Zhu Wushuang can use Xue Hongya in the sixth stage of qi, otherwise she would not be able to urge a medium-grade spiritual weapon.

After carefully experiencing the effect of the spiritual weapon, Wang Shi began to practice the knife.

Wang Shi is swinging a sword, and it is better to say that it is a sword swing, because this sword is more like a knife.

The midday sun is already starting to get irritable, and there is not a trace of cool breeze, and you will sweat just standing in the sun in such weather, let alone training.

Wang Shi's whole body was already soaked, and the soles of his feet were more like a light rain. The sweat on his forehead still flowed into his eyes, but Wang Shi didn't care about wiping it, so he could only squint his eyes to let the sweat flow into his eyes as little as possible. Wang Shi's eyes were very focused, staring closely at the edge of the green sword, so as to ensure that the knife in his hand was accurate enough.

Only concentration can make the blade sharper.

Wang Shi's hand was very steady, even if he was sweating all over his body, Wang Shi's palm did not sweat, even if there was no enemy in front of him, Wang Shi held the knife with all his strength, and all the green tendons were revealed.

Wang Shi is very clear about the gap between himself and his senior brothers, there is a big gap between himself and Zhuang Kai of the same age, as long as Zhuang Kai is diligent and practices his fighting skills, then he will lose again in the future. Wang Shi doesn't want to lose, no matter when he wants to. From the fact that Wang Shi did not use the wooden card given by the middle-aged man when he entered Donglai Mountain, it can be seen how strong Wang Shi's self-esteem is, Wang Shi does not want to rely on anyone, because he wants to surpass anyone by himself.

So Wang Shi kept swinging his sword, constantly swinging his sword......

The operation of the aura was constantly accelerating, and the flow of blood was also accelerating, and the top of Wang Shi's head began to bubble, and the whole person felt like it was about to burn.

Wang Shi was still swinging his sword, mobilizing the spiritual power of his whole body to cut his strongest sword.

As long as it is within the attack range, Wang Shi's knife cannot be resisted.

However, with only three swords, the spiritual power was completely exhausted, and the spiritual power of a section of the Qi Condensing Realm was pitiful. Wang Shi had to stop to absorb the aura, and as soon as the spiritual power was full, Wang Shi immediately stood up and continued to swing his sword, wielding the sword tirelessly.

At the end of the day, after doing what he had to do, as soon as he got into bed, Wang Shi was completely paralyzed, but he couldn't sleep yet, and he still needed to think about how he should go in the future.

Wang Shi took out the wooden token that the middle-aged man gave him back then. Wang Shi did not regret not using this wooden token in the first place, nor did he fantasize about what would have happened if he had used the token in the first place. Wang Shi was just thinking about the middle-aged man's original words, he was not worthy of being his apprentice. This is not an insult, this is just a fact, but Wang Shi does not want to accept such a fact, Wang Shi has to rely on himself to become strong step by step, until the middle-aged man retracts his words.

When will I be able to go back to Zhangzhou City to pick up Erya? At least not now, at least I have to be in the same realm as my eldest brother before I can go back to Zhangzhou City to pick up Erya. Even if he is in the same realm as Zhuang Kai, he can't guarantee that he will be safe and sound in front of three hundred soldiers, and the realm is too low and the strength is too weak after all.

How can we make rapid progress in the future?

The main thing is the question of the realm. The low realm is really pitiful, and the speed of cultivating the Purple Qi Donglai Technique assiduously to absorb the spiritual energy is still too slow, and at this rate, it will take at least a month to enter the second stage of the Condensation Realm, and it will take at least two years to enter the ninth stage of the Condensation Realm.

This is Wang Shi's estimation of himself, and he does not overestimate himself. It's just that Wang Shi doesn't know the cultivation speed of others, so he doesn't know how fast he can absorb spiritual energy. Thinking that Zhuang Kai entered the fourth stage of qi in three years and was already known as a genius, you can know how slow other people's cultivation speed is.

There is also the problem of knife technique. Now he will only seize the opportunity to attack, so he completely relies on improvisation, and he is overstretched in front of the complete orthodox sword technique, and he is really tired of coping, and as long as there is the slightest mistake, he will definitely lose. The knife technique when chopping wood is one move at a time, and it is not coherent, as long as there is a thread that can connect it, then the knife in the hand will become extremely powerful.

After thinking about many things, Wang Shi fell asleep.

......

Maybe it was the soreness of overtraining that woke Wang Shi up in the middle of the night.

Today's night is noticeably cooler, and it looks like it's going to rain.

Wang Shi stood under the eaves, originally wanted to walk, but failed to take a step, and there was always a faint sense of crisis that made him uneasy.

The dark clouds covered the moon, and the night was so dark that he couldn't see five steps, and Wang Shi couldn't see the flowers in the yard clearly.

All the creatures seemed to cower and hide, as if they were hiding from something.

Quiet, eerily quiet.

Wang Shi could hear his heartbeat and breathing, but fortunately, his breathing and heartbeat were steady.

The lights went out, very slowly, not as if they were blown out by the wind, as if they were suffocating, as if someone had choked a person by the throat with both hands and let him die slowly.

Wang Shi closed his eyes.

It's better to see than not to see in such an environment, and it's easy to get it wrong.

There seems to be a omission in the chronograph.

Here it comes!

Wang Shi's hand was already on the green sword.