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For two whole days, Wu Potian didn't eat, drink, or move, except for a few roars at first, the rest of the time, it was quiet, as if there was no one in the house at all.

Even though the three girls who took turns guarding the door did not hear any sound, they all suspected that this guy had run out......

They don't understand, as long as it's a big living person, even if they don't make a sound, there should be a breathing sound, but they just don't hear it.

In fact, Wu Potian didn't go out, his people just sat in place, motionless for two whole days, and he used almost all of his Xuan Soul power to intensify the refining of this strange cane.

The more he refined, the more frightened he became, this time it was such a fluke!

In the process of refining, he discovered that this inconspicuous cane turned out to be the only dark scepter in the entire cultivation world.

It represents the authority of darkness, a token held by the god of darkness, and in a sense, it can also be said that it is an artifact.

This is also a dead thing, a rusty guy, why is it so spiritual, and he knows the reason why he occupies people's bodies.

Actually, this cane has a machine spirit, but this machine spirit doesn't know what era it was in and what kind of attacks it has received, and it is now very vulnerable.

If this machine spirit met Wu Potian in his heyday, then he would have become a slave of the machine spirit.

After refining here, he knew that he had made a fortune this time, and at the same time, he looked back and was shocked:

If it weren't for his luck, he almost lost his mind this time and became a stand-in for the Dark Wing, if he really became like this, what was the point of living?

This time refining the Dark Scepter is actually refining the Instrument Spirit and assimilating the dark power within the Dark God, and Wu Potian does not have this ability.

Even if he had this kind of ability, he wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

Now, he is completely enveloping the machine spirit with the power of the Xuan Soul, refining it every bit and every bit with his best efforts, trying his best to refine the machine spirit's independent consciousness.

However, the grade of this machine spirit is really too high-end, and it is not that a martial cultivator with a low realm like him can completely refine it, and now he can only try his best to do his best.

As for the rest, I'll have to leave it to a later date.

He secretly made up his mind in his heart: every time he was promoted to the next level, he would have to refine the spirit of this dark scepter again, otherwise, at the critical moment, what would it do?

Having tried his best to refine the last trace of the instrument spirit, Wu Potian Chang exhaled a breath of turbidity, and now, with his realm, he had done his best, and he couldn't refine it any better.

When he withdrew all the power of the Xuan Soul from the Dark God and entered his own body, Wu Potian felt extremely uncomfortable:

In addition to feeling intense hunger, there was also dizziness in the head, and a feeling of boredom in my heart suddenly hit, which was a natural reaction caused by the power of the soul exceeding the load used.

He knew that the use of the power of the Xuan Soul for two days without sleep was too powerful, and this was still him, if it was an ordinary Martial Emperor-level master, he would have fainted a long time ago.

He staggered out of bed, took difficult steps, went to the door and opened it, and endured the annoyance in his heart, and commanded weakly:

"Shiyin, go and help me find something to eat, after eating, I need to get a good night's sleep. ”

Hearing his call, Long Xiang Shiyin looked at his depressed face in surprise, the discoloration on his face was completely gone, and what remained on his face was an extremely unhealthy blue-gray.

Her tears dripped involuntarily, and she asked bitterly: "What's wrong with you, you haven't made any sound for the past two days, and the sisters still think you ran out alone?"

"Run-out?hehe, it's a shame you guys figured it out!" he smiled dumbly, wiped the tears from his cheeks for Shiyin, and whispered, "Go, get something to eat, I'm hungry and tired!"

Seeing that he was okay for the time being, Long Xiang Shiyin whimpered and turned away, and after a while, not only brought what he wanted to eat, but also brought Yan Yu Feihong and Fire Dance Feifeng.

Aunt Qing was holding a tray with a few dishes in her hands, Huo Wu was holding a lunch box in her hand, and Yan Yu Feihong's jade hand was holding a set of chopsticks, but everyone was not idle.

Wu Potian saw that the food was brought over, like a flower child who hadn't eaten for a few years, he directly took the lunch box from Huo Wu Feifeng's hand with one hand, and took the dishes and chopsticks from Yan Yu Feihong's hand with the other, and he was going to do it himself, it seems that this guy is really hungry!

Yan Yu Feihong looked at Wu Potian's face full of gray complexion, and the clouds on her pretty face began to linger, and she couldn't help but be secretly surprised in her heart:

"Isn't this guy in retreat? Why is it that he only has two days, and when he comes out of the customs, he is like this, worse than the complexion of a serious illness?

Is this a retreat, this is a punishment, but is the retreat so closed?" Thinking of this, she asked Wu Potian, who was gobbling it up:

"Stinky sky, you didn't get the broken crutches, why did people do this?"

Wu Potian, who was eating, listened to Yan Yu Feihong's question, and couldn't help but be stunned: "How do you know, husband, I didn't get that broken crutch?"

"This still needs to be guessed, just look at your virtue, you are now, not to mention that you are like a starving ghost, you are still mentally exhausted, your complexion is extremely poor, and you are no different from a tuberculosis ghost who has been sick for three years, where is it like a martial monarch-level master with advanced cultivation?"

"Hey...... Opportunities always coexist with risks, and this time your husband almost died, a fluke, what a fluke!" Wu Potian sighed while eating.

"Is that rusty broken cane so powerful?"

When Huo Wu Feifeng heard this, he couldn't help but gasp:

She knows how powerful her husband is, this guy hasn't found him since she knew him, what's the wrong thing.

But such a powerful character almost died under that rusty broken crutch, so what kind of high-level treasure is this crutch?

"Awesome, it's really powerful, thanks to me, if your father found out, there is a chance that he would die because of it!"

Until this time, Wu Potian still recalled with a little trepidation.

"And what kind of crutch is it?"

Long Xiang Shiyin finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked.

After listening to Long Xiang Shiyin's inquiry, Wu Potian wanted to tell them, but their realm was too low, and it was not good to know too much, so he had to sigh and say:

"Hey...... You don't have to know the specifics, just know that it's extraordinary. ”

When Huo Wu Feifeng heard this, she immediately became angry, and she said angrily: "Cut, such a broken crutch is still secret, what a boring guy!"

She turned to pull Long Xiang Shiyin and said, "Eldest sister, let's go, let this guy go to secrecy alone, hmph, we don't bother to pay attention to him!"

Facing the fierce method of dancing and flying phoenixes, Wu Potian was not fooled, but ordered: "You guys should rest early today, I will meditate and pranayama for a night after eating, the matter here is over, tomorrow we will leave together to return to Longxiang Martial Academy." ”

After a night of silence, he was replenished with food, and Wu Potian, who meditated and practiced qi all night, regained his former dragon spirit and fierce spirit.

In the morning, he still maintained the habit of smelling chickens and dancing, and when the first rays of sunlight shone on the earth in the morning, he was meditating on a mountain to practice qi and absorb the first wisps of purple qi.

After meditating for an hour, as soon as the sky was shining, he began to practice his fists and feet, and he understood all the martial arts techniques he knew one by one.

Industry is good at diligence and ridiculous!

This famous Chinese sentence has almost become his motto.

He has never forgotten it, and he is also the one who feels it the most.

Because, it was through his diligence and understanding that he was able to overcome one difficulty after another and defeat many enemies stronger than himself.

After returning home from practice, after breakfast, he took a group of four women and sat on the tenth-level Aoki Locust Snake and began the journey back to Longxiang Martial Academy......

Flying high in the sky, looking at the green mountains and green waters on the ground, feeling the warmth of the women around him, Wu Po naively wanted to be drunk and gentle like this, and never went to court early.

Although he was very nostalgic for this moment, the burden on his body was too heavy, his first girlfriend was still in the hands of the powerful Ice Palace, and the powerful Nether Alliance was still waiting for him to destroy it.

The entire continent will either be destroyed or fall into the hands of others in twenty years, and all of these will need to be grown up immediately.

He is not noble, nor is he a savior, but if he wants to protect his homeland, family, lover, and friends from being bullied, he must first protect their roots, the Flying Feather Continent.

His pace of progress cannot be stopped, and only by standing at the very top of this continent can he be qualified to enjoy the tenderness of his own woman.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh deeply: "Hey......"

The reason why he has such a feeling is because, after half a month, he is leaving, and I don't know how long it will take to come back?

People may only feel the deepest when they are away from the people closest to them!(To be continued.) )