"The injuries in my body are no longer serious, and it will only take 10 days at most to heal. ”

At dinner, the old man checked Wu Chi's pulse again, touched his beard and spoke.

This was expected, but Wu Chi is in a lot of energy now, and the injury is naturally slightly faster than expected.

"What about the injury to the foundation of the sword?" Yuan Ziyi couldn't help but interject.

Stretching out his hand and knocking on Yuan Ziyi's head, the old man said, "Little guy, since you don't want to give up your kendo, just stick to it! ”

"Thank you seniors for reminding me, kid understands. Nodding, Wu Chi was not surprised by this, the problem on the foundation of the sword path did not need to be diagnosed by the old man, and he could feel it himself.

Regaining kendo is not an easy thing in itself, and Wu Chi knows this better than anyone.

"Drunkard grandfather, I heard that you can use sword gall to condense sword qi, you say, if there is a sword gall, will it make him recover faster?" Yuan Ziyi asked with his chin in his hand.

"Nonsense. Angry eyes, the old man taught, "Extracting the sword gall is a vicious method! Moreover, this method is eager for quick success and quick profit, and the sword qi condensed in this way is also mixed and impure, and it needs to be slowly refined before it can be turned into use, if it is not guided, it is even more hopeless to condense the sword gall. ”

Wu Chi thought deeply about this, he had refined the power of a sword gall at the beginning, so that the sword qi was greatly improved, until he practiced the sword qi in the sword pool and endured a lot of pain, which relieved the trouble.

If there is no sword pool, when he discovers the problem in the future, I am afraid that it will take several times as long to resolve the hidden danger.

"I'm asking you, is it useful for him to recover from his injuries, and it's not for condensing sword qi. Pouting, Yuan Ziyi argued dissatisfiedly.

"The damage to the foundation of the sword, it is a way to recover the injury with the strength of the sword. However, he is self-damaging the foundation of the sword, and the injury is at the source, if he wants to recover, he can only rely on himself, and the external force has little effect. The old man shook his head and explained.

This is the reason why he said that there was nothing he could do about Wu Chi's injury, otherwise, if he was injured, even if he didn't use the sword gall, he would also have a way to treat it.

Rolling his eyes, Yuan Ziyi didn't answer anymore, but he thought secretly in his heart.

"It's not working? Is it still working? It's a solution. ”

"The kid wants to stay in this valley for a few more days to see if he can make any progress, I'm afraid he will have to disturb the senior for a while. Wu Chi didn't care at all, and said with his hand.

"It's okay, if you stay, you can not only talk to the old man, but also drink with me, and stay as long as you want. With a slight bow, the old man smiled and agreed.

"I don't want to stay anymore, I'm suffocated to death, drunkard grandpa, with him with you, then I'll leave first tomorrow." Yuan Ziyi pouted and said.

"You girl, you're always crazy, how long has it been since you've been here, and you want to run again?"

"Hehe, drunkard grandpa, in fact, I'm homesick, I'll go back and steal some of grandpa's good wine for you, okay?" Yuan Ziyi pulled the old man's arm and said coquettishly.

"You're going to steal the old man's wine?" the old man's eyes lit up.

"Drunkard grandfather, you wait, I'll go back tomorrow, and I'll definitely bring back some good wine for you." ”

Glancing at Yuan Ziyi, who seemed to understand her thoughts, the old man shook his head slightly, but he didn't stop her anymore.

Stealing wine is fake, I want to go back and ask if that old guy can help this kid heal is real, right?

However, although the old guy's strength is monstrous, he will not save people, and the little girl is afraid that she will make a mistake this time.

Early the next morning, Yuan Ziyi secretly left.

Except for occasionally drinking a few bowls of wine with the old man every day, Wu Chi spent all his energy on sword practice, even if there was no improvement at all, he did not slack off.

This practice, two months have passed, and the old man can't help but be moved by Wu Chi's persistence, and take out a lot of elixirs to regulate Wu Chi's body, although it is not helpful to the injury of the foundation of the sword, but it also makes the true qi on Wu Chi's body more and more sophisticated, and there is a faint tendency to condense into liquid and step into condensate.

Under getting along with each other day and night, the relationship between the two is deepening day by day, and the old man has almost regarded Wu Chi as his junior.

There was a vague idea of teaching the way of medicine to Wu Chi.

It's a pity that Wu Chi is still focused on the way of the sword and has no intention of learning the way of medicine.

There was a sigh in his heart, and the old man was not reluctant.

"Fairy in purple, what do you want to do after several provocations to lure me out alone?"

There was a hint of annoyance in the eyes of the blood-clothed young man, and he asked in a cold voice.

"I brought you out because I wanted to ask you to borrow something, but if there are many people, I am afraid that you will not borrow it. Blinking, Yuan Ziyi said innocently.

"Borrow something?" the blood-clothed young man asked puzzled, "I have been fighting against the enemy all my life, with only a sword in my hand, and I have nothing to do, what is there that the purple-clothed fairy is worth thinking about?"

"Giggles, that's why you only fight the enemy with the sword in your hand, that's why I want to borrow it from you. Yuan Ziyi's silver bell-like laughter rang out, but there was a sudden hint of murder in his tone.

"Buzz!"

The purple sword qi flickered, and Yuan Ziyi turned into an afterimage, heading towards the blood condensation attack.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, between the blood condensation backhand, the sword had already been started, and it attacked Yuan Ziyi without hurrying.

"Pretending to be a ghost, fairy in purple, if you don't explain your intentions, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave today. ”

was provoked by Yuan Ziyi several times, and he was already impatient in his heart.

The sword is like a river of blood, revealing a thick bloody aura, which is terrifying.

The sword of blood condensation is itself a sword of killing, I don't know how many people have died in his hands, once he is ruthless, where is Yuan Ziyi's opponent.

In a few breaths, the purple sword qi was eroded by the blood river and shattered.

"Poof!"

Biting the tip of his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of essence blood, in an instant, the sword qi on Yuan Ziyi's body suddenly soared, turning into a purple phoenix, breaking through the shackles of the blood river, and continuing to kill towards the blood.

"Yuan Ziyi, are you crazy?"

Suddenly startled, Xuecong exclaimed in disbelief.

Although he was annoyed before, he also vaguely knew that Yuan Ziyi's identity was not ordinary, and he just wanted to force her to explain his intentions, and he didn't really mean to kill Yuan Ziyi.

But now, Yuan Ziyi did not hesitate to burn his essence and blood, urging the sword to transform into shape, and it was clear that he was desperate.

This made him unable to figure out when he had a mortal enmity with Yuan Ziyi, and let her fight with her life at the cost of her life.

However, at this moment, in the face of Yuan Ziyi's aggressiveness, he no longer dared to have any reservations, his eyebrows flashed, a touch of blood emerged, and the sword qi turned into a river of blood and rolled out.

At the same time as the sword qi was transformed, in order to ensure victory, the blood condensation also used the power of the sword gall.

Condensed into a sword gall, only one step away, the strength to impact the Dao Platform Realm was also the confidence that he knew that Yuan Ziyi intended to lure him out, but he still dared to come alone.

"Click!"

The purple phoenix let out a mournful roar, and after only a few breaths of struggle under the river of blood, it completely shattered.

Without condensing the sword gall, the gap between Yuan Ziyi's strength and the blood condensation was too big, and there was no possibility of winning at all.

After the Blood River Sword Qi crushed Zifeng, the castration continued unabated, and it slapped down fiercely towards Yuan Ziyi.

If this time it is filmed, Yuan Ziyi will definitely die.

Although there is still some jealousy in my heart, but I have been forced to such a point, and I can't stop coagulation at all.

However, at the moment when Yuan Ziyi was about to be swallowed by the river of blood, a purple light rose up from behind him, turning into a big umbrella shining with stars, not only protecting Yuan Ziyi, but also enveloping the blood condensation.

In an instant, Xuecong's face suddenly changed greatly, and there was a look of despair in his eyes.

"Zihua Xingluo Umbrella?!!! who are you from the Zihua Demon Lord?"

Zihua surged, the stars flickered and sealed the void, the sword qi of the blood river dissipated in an instant, and the whole person was frozen and unable to move.

His face showed a hint of paleness, and Yuan Ziyi had to cut his wrist and use his essence blood to maintain the power of the Zihua Xingluo umbrella.

"He's my grandfather, but he can't bear to give me this Zihua Xingluo umbrella, I stole it with great difficulty!"

As he spoke, Yuan Ziyi walked towards the blood condensation step by step at the same time.

"No, Why, Purple Fairy, I'll give you whatever you want!" shouted with fear in his heart, and blood condensed in horror.

As soon as the Zihua Xingluo umbrella came out, he knew that he had no room for struggle at all, no matter what Yuan Ziyi wanted, he had to hand it over.

His face became more and more pale, and Yuan Ziyi said softly, "Sure enough, I still can't control it, but I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, otherwise people will bleed to death!"

Zihua Xingluo umbrella is a treasure like this, with Yuan Ziyi's strength, it can't be controlled at all, and can only rely on the power of the bloodline, barely urging it, and now the essence and blood on his body are constantly being devoured at every moment, and Yuan Ziyi already feels that he can't hold it anymore.

"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you!Take the Zihua Xingluo umbrella!" Yuan Ziyi couldn't hold it anymore, but the blood coagulation was even more desperate.

"Giggles, don't worry, soon, I'll take the umbrella when I take it!"

pinched a seal in his hand, Yuan Ziyi's eyes revealed a touch of murderous intent, and his hand slapped suddenly, and it fell lightly under the center of the blood condensation.

In an instant, Xuecong felt his sword gall tremble, and the horror in his heart was beyond measure.

At this moment, he really understood what Yuan Ziyi wanted!

What Yuan Ziyi wants is not a foreign object at all, but his sword gall!

There was a hint of resentment in his eyes, but the blood condensation was speechless at all, and he could only watch as the sword gall was forcibly pulled out by Yuan Ziyi, and before the last bit of consciousness dissipated, only that brilliant Zihua was left in front of him.