Chang Xi's eyes shrank suddenly when he heard this, and he didn't say anything.

The child-like Yuehong Sword Spirit stabilized the fishing rod in his hand and said crisply: "Master, the strength of your physical body is because of the essence and blood of the old man with the candle and the support of the little King Kong physique of the Buddhist Gate, so you can take advantage of the opponents in the Jindan Realm and even the half-step Yuan Infant Realm, and the next few competitions will naturally require the master to make up for your own shortcomings with your own strengths." ”

"Is this a shortcoming?" Yuehong flicked her fishing rod and splashed the lake, playing a dumb riddle.

Chang Xi twisted the pink ears of the well-behaved doll sitting in front of him and smiled: "Do you mean my divine sense?"

Twisting his head and finding that he couldn't escape the master's clutches, the boy with a heroic face raised his head and pointed to Chang Xi's eyebrows and snorted: "Master, your divine sense is really too weak, although there is this good big bell to help you temper your divine sense, if you really have a few months and a half a year, you can slowly and gradually, but only with the current strength of your divine sense, even whether you can advance in tomorrow's competition is two words." ”

Chang Xi pressed his eyebrows depressedly, in fact, even if Yuehong didn't reveal his old bottom, he was also worried about the upcoming second round of competition tomorrow.

The cultivation of divine consciousness is not a day's work, even if there is a sword bell left by Xiao Yishan in his mud pill palace to continuously nourish and temper divine consciousness, after all, the time is still short. Many elites in the inner gate of Jiufeng have been immersed in the Jindan realm for a long time, and even at the cost of suppressing the realm cultivation, they have to polish and temper their divine consciousness and spiritual power in their bodies to perfection. A person like Chang Xi who came from behind seems to have infinite scenery on the surface, but in fact, he has a deficit in his background, and there is still a big gap compared to many senior brothers and sisters who have walked far on the path of cultivation.

As the finale of the first day, he carefully watched everyone's competition process, and the strength of every senior brother and sister except him was able to stabilize the corpse face Jiao that he couldn't defeat for a long time at that time.

The outlook is so worrisome.

Chang Xi pondered in his heart, but the hand that twisted Yuehong's ears never stopped, "Then what do you want to trick the master into coming to Jinghu in the middle of the night, hurry up!"

"It's normal that we can't catch up with the pioneers on the path of cultivation, and since we can't live, then we have to take shortcuts. Yuehong put away the fishing rod, obviously with a pink baby face, but she insisted on pretending to be a scheming and sophisticated appearance, which made people laugh.

"Master, do you want to learn this new method of taking shortcuts?"

Chang Xi scolded with a smile: "Didn't you drag me here to this quiet place just to let me learn some strange things? ”

Yuehong smiled and stuffed the fishing rod back into her master's hand, stood up and said, "Then let's start special training, master, condense your divine sense and open your heart!"

In the quiet of the night, only the snowflakes on the mirror lake were as bright as day, but except for the young sword master who was wearing a robe and fishing alone for the snow in the mirror lake, no one was lucky enough to see it.

Chang Xi unreservedly entrusted his mind to the Yuehong Sword, and the playful and naughty color on the face of the child-like sword spirit was long gone, replaced by a solemnity that was extremely inconsistent with his appearance. The sword spirit waved his hand and slapped the master's mind into the crystal sword body, and pointed at the center of the master's flesh eyebrows, pursed his mouth and blushed, and the sword bell that had shrunk countless times was condensed between his fingers.

The small sword spirit breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing that no one was disturbing him, he beckoned to a thin golden thread hovering in the air, and disappeared into the sword.

Chang Xi walked through the splendid scenery constructed by the crystal pure white color.

He had never seen the sea outside the southeast of Kyushu in his life, and according to the ancient book "The Book of Water", the sea was vast and immense, and it was the final gathering place of countless rivers and rivers in Kyushu. He couldn't imagine how magnificent it would be if so many great rivers converged in one place, and he thought that it should be what he was looking like in front of him.

This is a space of its own in the Rainbow Sword, and it is also a sea of swords.

The sword intent above his head like a school of fish swimming in the water pointed out the direction for Chang Xi, and when he walked to a water curtain with a blue dome, Yuehong walked on the white sand beach with bare feet.

"How about the master, the scenery here is nice, right?"

Chang Xi praised sincerely: "It is modest to say that the scenery is picturesque. ”

As soon as it was praised, the original shape of the moon rainbow could not hide the smug smile on her face, and the things that rotated like a spinning top on the white tender fingertips were bounced to the ground by the boy's fingers, and the fast-rotating spinning top was only the size of a fingernail, but it fell on the beach but smashed out of a deep pit, and it rose in the wind to make a big bell.

Seeing this, the corner of Chang Xi's eyes twitched, wasn't the big guy smashed on the beach in front of him the sword bell in the Mud Pill Palace? God knows what tricky trick Yuehong had used to carry the sword bell that Xiao Yishan had forged in his Mud Pill Palace here.

Yuehong bent her fingers and flicked on the body of the bell, the sword and dragon chanted loudly and melodiously in the bell, and Yuehong said softly: "The old man surnamed Xiao who has the remnants of the body of the soul planted this sword bell is indeed of great benefit to the master, and the method of hitting the bell to temper the divine sense is similar to the way of smelting refined iron in the world to remove impurities by striking with a heavy hammer, and the effect is indeed obvious in the long run, but since the master needs to go to the next city in tomorrow's competition, it is necessary to use some ruthless means to make up for the master's shortcomings." ”

The white boy said creepy things seriously.

Chang Xi knew that the Yuehong Sword was ranked at the immortal level, and had a broad vision and insight that countless old monsters in the world who had lived for thousands of years did not have, and Yuehong had never been untargeted, Chang Xi nodded, "What should I do?"

In the space where the Immortal Rank Moon Rainbow Sword is self-contained, except for the owner who has just arrived and doesn't know anything, the Moon Rainbow Sword Spirit can dominate everything here.

Yuehong smiled but did not speak, her little hand was spread out, and the sword bell engraved with the flying sword dragon Xiang pattern on the surface rose flat and floated in the air, the boy's white fingers flexed his fingers back, and the sword bell gradually changed shape in the indescribable power. When the thing that was originally called "Sword Bell" landed, it had already turned into a stone mill.

The harmless pink boy stretched out his hand and bent over, making a playful gesture to the stunned master.

The corners of Chang Xi's mouth twitched in the state of consciousness, and he pointed to the bluestone mill used by the adults in the small mountain village deep in his memory to grind rice and noodles, and said sharply: "You little rabbit cub don't want to trick the master into grinding it into soy milk!"

"What a rude host. ”

Yuehong rubbed her little hands and said with a smile: "The method of hammering the bell to temper the divine sense will be put down for the time being in the next few days, and the master will come to this stone mill with peace of mind, and I will definitely take care of the master's divine sense." ”

Yuehong continued to turn the stone grinding handle with an innocent smile, pushing out of the terrifying sound, "This stone grinding mill used to grind the divine consciousness can refine the divine consciousness to the greatest extent in a short period of time, you know, master, it's like stone grinding soy milk, it's delicious... Oh no, it's amazing. ”

Chang Xi swallowed deeply the non-existent saliva in his throat, and climbed up the stone mill under Yuehong's push, and glanced at the bluestone mill wall with a cold luster, he suddenly remembered an ancient proverb, and couldn't cry or laugh.

"The wicked have their own evildoers. ”