Fantasy: Quietly Draw A Sword 100,000 times, And You Will Be The Sword God When You Come Out In The

Chapter 4

Thinking over the cliff.

Xu Tian cleaned up all the sword marks of Si Guoya, and then he meditated in the Lotus Position, restoring his state silently.

After breaking through to the Divine Sea Realm, in addition to the huge increase in Cultivation Base’s strength, his spirit and spirit also improved a lot.

Now that I draw my sword, I am not so tired.

He used to draw the sword 20 times a day at most, but he feels that now he draws the sword fifty times, it shouldn’t be a problem.

After a break or two.

Xu Tian vibrated his spirits, stood up again, and continued to start his road of drawing a sword to become stronger.

“Two hundred and tenth sword!”

“The 220th sword!!”

Lonely thinks over the cliff, Xu Tian has a firm expression and works hard to cultivate.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing two hundred and fifty times to draw the sword and get the reward: Seven Steps to the Sky! 】

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Time is like flowing water.

In a flash, half a month passed.

As the disciple Dabi approached, Changhe Jianzong became more and more lively.

Everyone is struggling to become stronger, and wants to soar into the sky in the Sect competition.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Xu Tian.

He worked harder and harder.

With his breakthrough in the Divine Sea Realm, the efficiency of drawing swords has greatly improved, and the speed of his practice has increased even more quickly.

In just fifteen days, he has broken through to Shenhai Second Stage.

In the past fifteen days, Zhenren Zhao Ming did not come to think of Ya again, after all, he was not only a disciple Xu Tian.

Sect disciple Dabi, he will also take advantage of this time to consider other disciples.

But today, Zhao Wan’er, the only daughter of the real Zhao Ming, finally ended the confinement and came here for the first time.

“Brother!”

A beautiful and refined yellow-shirt girl came to Si Guoya.

“Brother, this is your favorite mung bean cake. I went to the mountain to buy some for you. You can try it.”

The girl is about 15 or 16 years old, with a pair of phoenix eyes, and her eyes are crescent-shaped when she laughs, which is quite cute and playful.

“Sister Wan’er.”

Xu Tian nodded, not being polite, picked up a piece of mung bean crisp and ate it.

This body has grown up with Zhao Wan’er since childhood, and has deep feelings. Even though Xu Tian has traveled through it, it was the first time I really saw Zhao Wan’er, I also felt some Innate’s closeness.

Looking at Xu Tian’s appearance, Zhao Wan’er didn’t know why, and suddenly felt a bit sore in her nose and said: “Senior brother, it’s all bad for Wan’er. If you didn’t stand out for me, you wouldn’t be locked here to think about it.”

Xu Tian smiled indifferently and said: “What do you say to the younger sister, you and me are as close as brothers and sisters, saying these is a good thing.”

After a pause, Xu Tian continued:

“Furthermore, this thought is too quiet, I am here, but it is just for self-cultivation.”

“But… Brother, you have been stripped of your monthly salary Spirit Stones, how should you practice?”

Zhao Wan’er was a little worried and said: “Brother, you are already in the third stage of Qi refining because you have a bad talent. Without the Spirit Stones Medicine Pill, when can you reach the Ninth Stage of Qi refining and even hit Shenhai?”

“Or brother, I will divide your monthly Sect salary in half from now on, okay?”

Xu Tian couldn’t help but burst into laughter when he heard this.

This girl, she only refines the Sixth Stage Realm, and she still dislikes my talent?

I’m already Shenhai Second Stage, okay?

Of course, Xu Tian also knew that Zhao Wan’er had no malice in saying this, and said: “It doesn’t have to be this way, I have my own plans here.”

“This…” Seeing Xu Tian’s resolute expression, Zhao Wan’er was not insisting either, but she said: “Well, brother, don’t worry, I must try my best to practice, and sooner or later I will clean up the little bitch of the Zhuang Mingzhu. Senior brother uttered a bad anger!”

Zhuang Mingzhu is the Holy Maiden of the Long River Sword Sect.

Speaking of this name, Zhao Wan’er gritted her teeth a bit.

Xu Tian smiled, did not speak.

If he remembers correctly, that Zhuang Mingzhu, now the Cultivation Base is no more than the Shenhai First Stage, and even lower than him in the First Stage.

Moreover, he is still the owner of Supreme Jianxin, if he wants to trouble Zhuang Mingzhu, he can do it at any time.

Even now, as long as he comes out of the mountain to show his own talent and Cultivation Base, he will be valued by the Long River Jianzong immediately, and his status far exceeds Zhuang Mingzhu.

However, for the current Xu Tian, ​​this is not necessary.

He believes that as long as he persists in drawing his sword, develops low-key, and secretly accumulates strength, sooner or later, he will be above everyone else.

Whether it’s Zhuang Mingzhu or the past.

It’s just a play house.

Today’s Xu Tian, ​​mentality is no longer above this level.

After chatting for a while, Zhao Waner left.

She wants to be in the kendo, trying to reach the sword move Realm.

…..

Time, once again fell into peace.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

Xu Tian finally broke through again and reached the Third Stage Realm of Shenhai!

This Realm, among the entire Eastern Wasteland younger generation of Xu Tian’s age, can be regarded as a leader.

But Xu Tian was not complacent, on the contrary he worked harder.

The progress of drawing the sword has reached 370 times!

At the same time, Long River Jianzong’s Jiufeng disciple Dabi has finally begun!

The entire Changhe Jianzong was lively.

There are as many as a thousand participants!

In this big competition, some people are happy and some are worried.

Some soared into the sky and attracted much attention.

Others failed miserably and ended sadly.

Among them, the most worth mentioning is the Ninth Peak where Xu Tian is located!

In the entire Ninth Peak, except for Zhao Wan’er and a disciple named Lin Zhen, the rest were eliminated in the outermost competition.

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At this moment, inside the Great Hall of Ninth Peak.

There was no sound.

Zhao Ming was sitting in the first place with a lonely expression.

“Master, most of our disciples from the Ninth Peak have gone away, choosing to worship under other sword peaks.”

Lin Zhen said softly.

The real Zhao Ming smiled bitterly when he heard the words: “I know it for the teacher. Don’t blame them. They stay at the Ninth Peak. They really have no future. It is also the teacher, who has not fulfilled the responsibility of being a master.”

Zhao Wan’er gritted her teeth next to her and said: “Father, if you didn’t go out on a mission ten years ago, and fight against the people of the Troll Sect and hurt your origin, how could you allow them to be arrogant!”

Yes, there is a reason for the failure of Ninth Peak.

The root cause was that Zhao Mingzhen was seriously injured ten years ago when he was performing the task for Sect.

And this injury hurts the origin, and even the Sect Leader of Jianzong is helpless.

For this reason, Zhao Mingzheng’s Cultivation Base was unable to make progress, on the contrary, it became more and more decayed. It takes a lot of time every day to adjust the injury!

This also caused his position among the nine peak peak masters to plummet, and the good resources were consumed by the other eight peaks.

Over time, the disciples of the Ninth Peak had fallen behind the other eight peaks! .