With the same growth rate of everyone, Wen Wanwan's cultivation will always overwhelm these people.

In the future, no matter what happens, or if you need help, most people will not refuse to make a phone call.

Finally, there is the issue of Wen Wanwan's identity, half of her is now a shaman, and the other half is an official.

If you have the name of the first person of the younger generation, your value on the official side will increase a lot in the future.

In other words, this time I came to the mountain gate of Daomen, Wen Wanwan was partly to observe ideas, and the other part was not to plan for his future.

Time is like Uncle Liu's actor, he hasn't lived for 20 years of filming, but he can see emojis every day.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the morning of the second day, and Wen Wanwan, who had replenished her mental strength, stood in the same ring again.

And this time, the person in front of Wen Wanwan became a teenager holding a long sword.

"Shaman Druid, please advise!"

The young man looked at Wen Wanwan: "Daomen Jianfeng, I only have one sword, and next, you win." ”

The sword is meant to kill, not to fight such pointless fights.

He has been cultivating his sword with blood for almost twenty years now, and if it weren't for the master's explicit request, he really didn't plan to come.

In his eyes, it didn't matter if he won or lost such meaningless fights.

When it came to the point of life and death, he was ninety percent sure of killing Wen Wanwan, but he couldn't kill people in the fight, and his strength was limited by at least thirty percent.

"Good!"

Hearing the young man's words, Wen Wanwan also nodded, and then quickly began to pinch the words to defend herself.

One sword can be over, and today's fight will definitely not take long, which means that she will have more rest time today.

And the most critical point is that if you can win it today, the opponents you will face in the next three days will not be too strong.

After all, I've already lost three games, which is hardly much different from losing six.

As long as the big disciple of the main peak can win in the end, that face will not be completely lost.

The young man watched Wen Wanwan's spell finish casting, and touched his long sword through the scabbard.

"The name of this sword is: Mo Q!"

When the words fell, bright red lines suddenly appeared on the young man's arm, and a huge mental pressure instantly surged towards Wen Wanwan.

The long sword is not unsheathed, and the sword is nourished with blood, and after the sword is released, it will inevitably devour blood, but in the case of a fight, he will definitely not choose to let the long sword out of the sheath.

That level of power is difficult for him to control, and if he makes a mistake, it is very likely to cause casualties.

In order to improve his strength as quickly as possible, he chose this way to improve himself.

Although the speed of cultivation has increased, it has also left extremely serious sequelae.

There are two consequences caused by the Blood Sword Technique, first of all, after cultivating to a certain level, he must have a clear sword heart, which is why he killed the Blood Commander Gate alone back then.

The second consequence is this blood-colored pattern on his arm, which is not a good thing, and can even be said to be a metaphysical curse.

The long sword is stained with blood, either it is your own or the enemy's, and there is nothing wrong with raising the sword with your own blood, but you can't use your own every time you go out of your body.

Even if it's a hematopoietic machine, it has to be anemia.

And with the blood of the enemy, every time he kills someone, the breath before death will be integrated into the blood, and finally this pattern on his arm will be formed when he cultivates.

Every time there is one more line, he will be indifferent to human nature, and when this blood-colored line spreads from his arm to his heart, there is a high probability that he will lose all his humanity.

This is also the reason why the blood sword is a forbidden law, if it weren't for his master and the head of the sect to intercede together, the boss would never let him cultivate such a dangerous thing.

However, although this thing is called a curse, it can really bring about an increase in strength.

Now that his entire forearm is filled with this pattern, he has almost doubled his strength!

The mental pressure made Wen Wanwan's concentration unprecedentedly high, and a pair of eyes were firmly fixed on the young man's hand, waiting for the moment when he made a move.

Blood Sword: Don't ask!

"Poof!"

Obviously, the sword was not out of the body, but everyone could hear the sound of the sword.

The blood color that almost covered the entire field of vision surged towards Wen Wanwan in an instant, the hairs on his body stood up, and his temples beat rapidly.

This is the instinct of people in the face of danger, and in Wen Wanwan's spiritual vision, his surroundings have been completely covered by this blood.

And in this blood, a silver light stabbed up at his throat.

Wen Wanwan bit the tip of her tongue and briefly got rid of the pressure with the pain.

Druid Secret Method: Snake Walk!

Druid Secret Method: Turtle Defense!

Druid Secret Method: Dace Mori!

Under this level of attack, it is definitely impossible to dodge, and the way the young man locks is to use the mental pressure of the moment when the sword is drawn, as long as the person is still under this pressure, it is impossible to dodge.

The long sword stabbed out, and the outermost layer of Dace Shou was broken in an instant, and the faint layer of Xuan Turtle Phantom was also shattered after holding on for a few tenths of a second.

But with the help of two layers of protection, the unsheathed long sword was still a step slower after all, and with the speed and agility brought by the snake walk, Wen Wanwan reluctantly let the long sword wipe his face and dodge.

The young man glanced at Wen Wanwan with some surprise, but then this surprise was suppressed by indifference.

"You've won!"

The words fell, and the man had already left the ring with the long sword in his arms.

Although he won, Wen Wanwan was still a little frightened at this time.

It is worthy of being a person who dared to choose the blood sword to cultivate at the age of seven, and went abroad alone at the age of ten to kill the person who went to the mountain gate, and the murderous aura of that moment just now almost didn't let Wen Wanwan dodge.

Even after the battle ended, the spirit of being shocked by the murderous aura still failed to recover.

As always, Wen Wanwan also returned to the room after the battle, because it was still early today, and the meal had not yet been delivered, so Wen Wanwan also hurried to recover his tired spirit at this time.

I was about to find a book to read and relax, when a voice suddenly came from outside the wooden door.

"Girl, may I come in?"

"Please come in!"

The voice was a little unfamiliar, but in someone else's territory, it was impossible for Wen Wanwan not to let people in.

As the door opened, an old man in half-sleeved shorts and slippers appeared.

"Heavenly Master!"

Seeing the visitor, Wen Wanwan quickly stood up and moved the chair to let him sit down.

After pouring a cup of hot tea, he stood aside in a proper manner.

"Sit down, don't be so restrained, I don't eat people."

The Heavenly Master took a sip of tea with a smile, and looked at Wen Wanwan's eyes full of approval. (End of chapter)