Ye Huai'an silently used the mental method of the lonely sword, and condensed the essence into a sword shape as much as possible, although it was still not like the four when he arrived at the Mud Pill Palace, but he could vaguely see the sword shape.

The sword spirit looked at the four different swords in the Linglong Pagoda and shook his head helplessly.

If Ye Huai'an could look inside the Mud Pill Palace, he would find that a misty qi lingered on the Mud Pill Palace, which was the turbidity formed by the acquired life of people!

Ye Huai'an's opening up of each trick point, to put it bluntly, is to expel the acquired turbidity from the body, and use sword qi to garrison the trick point to practice the sword type!

The four didn't seem to be condensing very slowly, but in fact, between breaths, they almost arrived near the Mud Pill Palace.

According to the usual point of view, the true qi of a breath time should run in the body for a week, excrete the residual and acquired acquired turbidity qi from the body, and take the body step by step to the innate realm, which is called a week.

But when they arrived at the Mud Pill Palace, the four little swords suddenly seemed to be stuck in a swamp, and it was extremely difficult to move forward even a fraction of a second!

And Ye Huai'an now finally understands what the "pain" that the sword spirit said is like. Like silver needles piercing through his flesh and into the depths of his soul!

While enduring this pain, he had to maintain the four small swords to impact the tricks of the Mud Pill Palace, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Just when he wanted to give up and plan to take a breath and re-attack, the voice of the sword spirit suddenly appeared in the dantian.

"Boy, can't give up!"

"Once you give up now, this sword qi will have nowhere to be released, it will destroy the meridians of your whole body, do you want to die again?"

"That's it, the road to sword cultivation is so cruel and difficult, if you can't stand this pain, the old man can keep you safe."

"But you're going to continue to be a wasteless piece in this life, are you willing?"

Would you like to??

Of course Ye Huai'an doesn't want to!

Finally, there was a chance to get rid of fate, and it was in exchange for a death, how could you be willing to give up like this?

Ye Huai'an gritted his teeth, and while forcing the essence in the dantian to continuously converge on the small sword to increase energy, he used all his strength to absorb the surrounding aura to replenish the vacancy in the dantian.

For a while, a whirlpool of spiritual energy appeared in Ye Huai'an's dantian, and the surrounding spiritual energy kept converging into the dantian!

The Tai Chi in the dantian rotated rapidly, and gradually the naked eye could only see a vague shadow of chaos!

Drops of spiritual liquid were born in the Tai Chi pattern, and in the blink of an eye, they converged into the small sword.

The originally four different small swords gradually formed a handsome sword shape, containing a sharp edge!

Of course, Ye Huai'an didn't know all this.

Now in his eyes, all he could see was the distance that the tip of the little sword had struggled to move in the swamp of the Mud Pill Palace!

One millimeter!

Two millimeters!

……

I don't know how long it has been, Ye Huai'an lay on the ground with no strength, as if he had just been fished out of the water, soaked in sweat!

The chest is stained with blood from the corner of the mouth!

This is when Ye Huai'an was tormented by the pain of the cone, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and blood oozed out of his gums!

But now the young man lying flat on the ground has a satisfied smile on his face!

It's done! It's finally done!

In the Mud Pill Palace, a small and subtle sword was quietly suspended there, exuding a cold sword aura around its body.

However, what satisfied Ye Huaian was not the sense of accomplishment obtained from this success, but the realization of a conquest and leap for himself!

This is something he has never done in his previous life or in this life!

Cultivating or cultivating immortals is never about practicing any mysterious Fa decisions, nor is it about fighting with the heavens and going against the sky as mentioned in the novels of the previous life, but about realizing the transcendence of oneself again and again!

The self potential is endless, and the path of cultivation is endless!

In the dark, Ye Huai'an vaguely felt that he seemed to be more aware of the path of cultivation!

The spiritual qi vortex in the dantian had disappeared, and Tai Chi was still spinning unhurriedly as before, but Ye Huai'an clearly felt that the true qi flowing in his body seemed to be faster.

And there is a kind of cold and sharp taste in the real anger!

If Li Dashun was standing in front of Ye Huai'an now, without him deliberately releasing the pressure of momentum, Li Dashun would be out of breath.

Last time, Li Dashun deliberately felt like he was in hell for a moment, so now that Ye Huaian was standing in front of him calmly, he would feel that a sword often hovered in his eyebrows!

Of course, the same goes for a different person!

Ye Huai'an's whole person is now a sharp sword!

Immersed his mind in the dantian again, and entered the Linglong Pagoda, Ye Huai'an gave a salute to the sword spirit who was sitting on the log table with his eyes closed, and thanked him sincerely.

"Thank you, Lord Sword Spirit, for reminding you at a critical time." u

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The sword spirit slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ye Huai'an and nodded with satisfaction.

But then he scratched his head embarrassedly and said: "Actually, I lied to you, if you really give up, you won't necessarily die, but you are also so stupid, it is your own sword of true qi condensation, how can there be nowhere to release it hahaha." ”

Seeing Ye Huai'an's gloomy face and his eyes spewing fire, the sword spirit hurriedly pointed four fingers to the sky and continued: "But the old man swore to the Linglong Tower, if you give up next time, it will be more painful, and the quality of the sword condensed in the acupoint will be greatly reduced." ”

Seeing that Ye Huai'an was still silent, Jian Ling said with a smile: "Don't be angry, boy, the old man will pass on your first-class concealment method in the heavens and the earthly universe!" The way you are now freed from a sword will scare people to death. ”

As he spoke, he was about to play Ye Huai'an's forehead to pass the law, but he was stunned by Ye Huai'an, and the sword spirit withdrew his hand in embarrassment and threw a ball of light towards Ye Huai'an.

In fact, Ye Huai'an was not really angry, on the contrary, he was very grateful to the sword spirit. If it weren't for the lie of the sword spirit's "good intentions", he would have given up.

I have permanently lost a chance to surpass myself!

But I have to pretend to be angry, God knows what such an unreliable sword spirit in my body will produce next time!

Therefore, although Ye Huai'an, who had obtained a concealment method in vain, was ecstatic in his heart, he still continued to ask with a calm face: "What is the use of this thing?" ”

The sword spirit slapped his thigh and shouted, "Of course the usage is big!" ”

"Isn't it useful to hide the cold air that you don't know who owes you a bunch of accounts?"

"When it's critical, you can hide the breath of your whole body, is it safe to hide it under the bed, in the cabinet, or on the tree?"

"When you are chased and killed by the enemy, you can erase the breath of your existence, is there a first-class escape?"

"Cultivating to a high and profound realm, you can completely hide yourself, and sit generously next to the spirit pool to watch the fairy take a bath and feast your eyes, is it?"

"Is there any, is there any?"

The sword spirit crossed his fingers and counted them one by one in front of Ye Huai'an, and Ye Huai'an's eyes lit up when he said one.

Uh, no, Ye Huai'an spit in his heart, such an unscrupulous concealment method should be confiscated, and he must not let the sword spirit be passed out again to bring disaster to the beauty of the world!

"It's still useful, I won't keep your account this time, don't fool me next time!"

Ye Huai'an suddenly found that since the beginning of his cultivation, he was pitted by the sword spirit at every critical moment, and he couldn't help but have black lines on his forehead.

Is the sword spirit missing the string or is it in conflict with his own life!

"Boy, your first sword trick has been opened, you can try to practice some simple swordsmanship!"

Just as Ye Huai'an was thinking, the sword spirit said.