Even those elders looked at Xue Wenrui with very surprised eyes one by one, and casually rewarded people with a high-grade flying sword, and the entire Tianling Sect couldn't find a second person, right? A few elders still had a trace of greed in their eyes, thinking about how to find an opportunity to take advantage of this junior, after all, the other party's cultivation was only in the early stage of the Spirit Liquid Realm, as long as he was not in front of the young sect master, even if he was taken advantage of, he would not dare to do anything. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As for that Wu Xin, the surprise in his heart was even more incomparable, he had been with Xue Wenrui for nearly two years, but he couldn't figure out that this little monk, who was usually respectful and well-behaved in front of him, still had such a background.

There is also the ugly Xiong Chengye, he has already found out that it was a mistake to fight against Xue Wenrui, but he didn't think that this mistake had become a whirlpool of fear, making him more and more jealous, and more and more afraid to approach this little monk who was not a monk and did not grow up.

Half a day passed, and Gong Zhiwen also recovered from the joy of getting a high-grade magic weapon, and the little spiritual power left in his body also became a reality that he had to face. Finally got a chance, he naturally had to do his best to do a good job, but after all, he was a late-stage cultivator in the Spirit Liquid Realm, and a few days ago, relying on the benefits of magic weapons, he consumed less spiritual power than other monks. But this does not mean that he can recover his spiritual power without meditating, and he can fly endlessly.

He quietly threw a pill of the Returning Spirit Pill into his mouth, although he did not meditate and refine, the recovery effect that the Returning Spirit Pill could achieve was minimal, and if the pill accumulated too much, it would be harmful to the body, but now that the situation was urgent, he couldn't care about it. Then he took out two spirit stones, one in each hand, and secretly recovered his spiritual power.

Half a day later, Gong Zhiwen's spiritual power was almost exhausted, and the flying sword began to become a little unstable. When the monks next to him saw it, they all looked at him with mocking eyes, and some even secretly prayed that Gong Zhiwen could not have enough spiritual power earlier, so they could take advantage of the opportunity. The monk of the flying boat pointed at him, waiting to see him laugh.

A day later, the bumps of the flying sword were even greater, although Gong Zhiwen was still gritting his teeth and persevering, still trying his best to control it, but the spiritual power in his body was getting less and less. Hui Ling Pill has already swallowed four or five pills, although he knows that it is harmful to his body, he can't care about it so much. The spirit stones in his hand were also changed a few pieces, and the jerky and ferocious spiritual power was inhaled into his body, making his body extremely uncomfortable, but he was also suppressed by him.

Feeling the mocking gazes around him, Gong Zhiwen's expression became resolute, only to see him bite the tip of his tongue and spurt out a mouthful of essence blood with a "poof". His face suddenly flushed strangely, and the whole person shook, and the flying sword stabilized again.

There was an uproar all around, and no one would have thought that this Gong Zhiwen would practice himself like this in order to please Xue Wenrui: "This person is crazy!"

"For the sake of a high-grade flying sword, I don't even want my life!"

"As for it, anyway, the other party's flying sword has been given to you, and the other party has been riding for two days, so it's hard for the other party to take it back!"

Gong Zhiwen, whose face was flushed, was unmoved, he felt that he had no loss at all, as long as he could be valued by Xue Wenrui and accepted as a confidant, not to mention the Spirit Crystal Realm, it was to build the foundation realm, and he would have hope. If you can win yourself a hope of breaking through the foundation, what is the essence of blood.

Xue Wenrui was naturally shocked by Gong Zhiwen's actions, his eyes opened suddenly, he was about to step forward to help, but he didn't expect the other party to make such a shocking move. In fact, when Gong Zhiwen used the spirit stone, he already felt it, but he didn't want to interrupt his enlightenment, and at the same time, it should be a test for Gong Zhiwen.

In his impression, this Gong Zhiwen is still an indomitable and promising person, although he is not a delicate person, but he is also a person who can be regarded as a skilled person. Now it seems that he is indeed a resolute person, although there are some factors to please himself, but the perseverance and resoluteness are even worth learning from himself.

The flying sword under Gong Zhiwen's feet was still flying steadily in the air, and all the disciples were talking there, some said he was snobbish, some admired him, and some said that he was not worthy. Those elders all looked sideways, there is actually no shortage of excellent disciples in Tianlingmen, but the resources are really limited, even if the performance is outstanding, it is impossible to get much, otherwise Gong Zhiwen would not have done such a thing.

Xue Wenrui closed his eyes and continued to comprehend the jade slip.

Half a day later, Gong Zhiwen was preparing to spend Shouyuan and squirt out a second mouthful of essence blood. A palm was already against the back of his heart, and when he looked back, it turned out to be Xue Wenrui.

"Close your eyes, I'll help you recover your spiritual power!" Before he could speak, an incomparably refined spiritual power had already surged from the back of his heart. Gong Zhiwen's expression was stunned, but he had to close his eyes and channel that incomparably pure spiritual power into the spiritual sea.

Gong Zhiwen was stunned because of the purity of Xue Wenrui's spiritual power, if the other party's spiritual power is mountain spring water, his own spiritual power is like sewage in a muddy pond, as dirty as it is; if the other party's spiritual power is wine fairy dew, his own spiritual power is boiled water, light and tasteless, scattered but not condensed. The difference between the two is more than 108,000 miles.

Every trace of Xue Wenrui's spiritual power entered his body, and his whole body felt a tremor of excitement, and every pore and every blood vessel seemed to be desperately absorbing this spiritual power, and he was using this spiritual power to wash and purify himself.

When the spiritual power in the body has recovered six or seven percent, the palm of the back heart is withdrawn, although Xue Wenrui's spiritual power is refined and thick, but after all, his cultivation is limited, and one time is not enough to fill Gong Zhiwen's spiritual sea.

Gong Zhiwen opened his eyes, his eyes trembled with excitement, he was excited not only because of Xue Wenrui's approval, but also because of the purification of his spiritual sea by the other party's spiritual power. Just like a person who cooks every day, he finally eats a delicious dish, he has a new standard, a new direction, and a new goal in his heart, and he finally knows that the dish should be burned like that, and it should be burned like that.

Gong Zhiwen is undoubtedly the lucky cook, if you say that he has been in the Tianling Gate all these years, his goal has always been to break through the Spirit Crystal Realm, and after joining Xue Wenrui, his goal has become the Foundation Building Realm. Now, he saw a vast world, and the term "Spirit Infant Realm", which he couldn't even think of, suddenly jumped into his mind, making him linger no matter what.

A few days ago, he would never have imagined that this cultivator who was only in the early stage of the Spirit Liquid Realm could bring him such a huge shock. But such a monk who was only in the early stage of the Spirit Liquid Realm, such a little monk who was only thirteen or fourteen years old and did not teach the Tao, actually changed his life in a short period of time.

The refreshed Gong Zhiwen's eyes lit up, and he stood firmly in front of the flying sword, controlling a flying sword steadily.

Xue Wenrui was still quietly comprehending the forbidden jade slips, and he would not think about whether he would bring Gong Zhiwen what kind of impact he would have. Of course, Gong Zhiwen is so knowledgeable and not bad, and he doesn't mind having such a person, who can occasionally help him run errands and do some trivial things.