As mentioned in the original plot, the spiritual spirit condensation is the first level of detachment of the monk's own soul, awakening his deepest true self soul, which can also be called a war spirit.

The battle spirit that can greatly improve one's own strength is that after each monk breaks through the foundation building period, he can transcend the epiphany and awaken with the resonance of his mood and soul.

As for the sudden incarnation of the war spirit, it was only mentioned in a hurry in the original book, and it is said that it was a mysterious power that descended on the continent, making the abnormal transformation and purification of the aura of the immortal cultivation realm.

Tang Yu was lucky, and she successfully became the first wave of awakened war spirits in the mainland.

Otherwise, she probably wouldn't have had such a magnificent record.

But it's not unfortunate.

In her sight, even if her fighting spirit is very strong, it is basically the only bargaining chip she can rely on to win.

But every time the spirit of war is a flaw.

When the water mirror in the center of the stage was broken, the lily withered, and the moment when the butterfly feathers were scattered, it also painted a very amazing stroke for her glory.

There are no fools in the monks watching the battle at the same peak, even if her natal battle spirit is mysterious and special, but it is not invincible and invincible.

Playing for a long time will always expose weaknesses.

Moreover, the real Tianjiao of the inner door has not yet played.

The corners of Jiang Wanqing's mouth were almost invisible, and her shallow eyes inadvertently met with helplessness and helplessness, an indescribable stunned gaze.

In the original plot, she remembered Tang Yu's ending very clearly.

During an experience, he was killed by the monks of the Qingyun Sect and seized the treasure, and finally waited for the rescue of the heroine when he was dying.

But at that time, she had run out of oil and had no power to return to the sky.

Its role is only to point out a direction for the heroine, so that the heroine's fairy road can reach a higher level, and it can also end up with a good reputation.

So that's what she's all about?

There was a hint of self-deprecation between the sneers in his eyes.

I still remember the scene when she shined on the stage just now, and her butterfly shadow amazed the world.

I can't help but think of myself, and - Qiu Yan.

Jiang Wanqing was suddenly in a bad mood, and in her heart was mockery mixed with unwillingness, which finally turned into calm and indifference.

The matter of Yanling Sect is vivid.

Acquaintance with Duanmu Xin at the beginning may have been a mistake.

Is it really just, a foil to fate?

It's ironic.

With a slight flash of thought, Jiang Wanqing looked away expressionlessly, ready to start watching the next fight.

On the other side, Tang Yu was still in a stupor, and it took her a few breaths before she came back to her senses.

It's just because of the inadvertent bias just now, the dreamlike snowy face reflected in the sight, and the moist and clear eyes seem to be shrouded in a layer of fog.

made her heart inadvertently ripple.

What can be determined is that the face of the little junior sister of the miscellaneous peak can already be called the best ranks, even compared with herself.

But what's the deal with that inexplicable throbbing?

It's weird.

Tang Yu didn't know that when she thought about it a little, her pretty face had faintly revealed a strange red glow.

Jiang Wanqing didn't know the inexplicable thoughts in Tang Yu's heart, she still watched the game very seriously.

With a smile of unknown meaning blooming on the snow-colored face, another thrilling battle was nearing the end.

Then, in the corners that the world has not noticed, there are always unknown flowers that strive to bloom, even if it is only shallow and faded in an instant.

No one pities it, no one cares.

But whenever it is in full bloom, every pouring flower is its own protagonist.

A flower is a world, blooming is eternal.

With Jiang Wanqing's faint murmur in her heart, she sighed faintly.

At this moment, some real Tianjiao in the inner gate are finally about to make a move.