After doing it several times, Wei Zong suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong? No more practice?"
An Ran, who had been watching Wei Zong's practice with great interest, said in surprise.
"No, I'm just wondering...can I change the visualization method?" Wei Zong frowned and said slowly: "After all, the more powerful the object of visualization is, the stronger the effect of the visualization method will be.
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"That's true!"
An Ran also nodded, agreeing with Wei Zong's idea. The next moment, she suddenly said: "How about visualizing me?"
"you?"
Wei Zong frowned slightly and hesitated.
Seeing this, An Ran was a little unhappy.
"After all, I am also a strong Hunyuan person. Even among all the heavens and worlds, I can be considered a famous existence. Why, imagine that I have wronged you?"
"That's not true!" Wei Zong shook his head and said, "It's just that I have a better choice!"
"A better choice? Who is the existence stronger than me?" An Ran asked curiously.
Wei Zong did not answer. He opened his eyes slightly. In the depths of his pupils, he seemed to be able to see the stars and rivers flowing, the sun and the moon passing by, and countless worlds rising and falling, but all of them eventually turned into an endless sea of blood.
And in the endless sea of blood, a black-robed figure sat cross-legged holding a sword!
This... is none other than Taichu Sword Master, Pang Jian!
Since he is the object of visualization, who can be stronger than himself?
Just when the figure in black robes and holding a sword took shape, there was a loud bang, and invisible and terrifying energy spread towards Wei Zong like a tide, almost drowning Wei Zong himself.
"So strong!"
An Ran was also a little surprised. Although he didn't know who Wei Zong was visualizing, judging from the skyrocketing cultivation effect, Wei Zong must be visualizing a very powerful person.
"Could it be the sword master..." An Ran guessed in his mind.
At this time, Wei Zong was engaged in a new round of practice tirelessly. Every time he made a movement, his body would tremble. It was not that he couldn't bear it anymore, but he used the constant trembling of his muscles to
Refining this mysterious energy better.
"It's so strong! This Tai Xuan Ba Shi is tailor-made for me. With my improved concepts, it will only take about five days to push the Immortal Sword Body to 600 paths."
Wei Zong could feel that the advancement of his immortal sword body was increasing at a terrifying speed, which was astonishing.
Wei Zong's desperate practice was naturally noticed by the soldiers around him. They couldn't help but secretly smacked their lips, no wonder he is so strong, there is a reason. They are all practicing Taixuan Eight Styles, so they naturally know how hard it is.
, generally you have to stop and rest after practicing for two or three rounds, otherwise your body will not be able to bear it. And the maximum number of exercises in a day will not exceed twenty rounds.
On the other hand, Wei Zong has lost count of how many rounds he has practiced from just now to now...
night.
The slowly rising bonfire, the crackling sound of firewood, the noise of the sergeants, and the aroma of wine and meat spreading in the air show that this is an extremely real military camp life.
Wei Zong was leaning against the tent alone, holding a large piece of meat in his hand and chewing on it.
This is a kind of meat from the source beast. It is not only delicious but also contains a lot of energy. A small piece of it can meet the needs of an ordinary soldier for a day. Therefore, this kind of meat is also used by Daxuan as marching food.
While Wei Zong was eating meat alone, a sergeant took a jar of wine and placed it respectfully in front of Wei Zong.
"Master Wu, please drink!"
Wei Zong glanced at him lightly and recognized that this was one of his five subordinates, so he nodded and motioned for the wine to be accepted.
In this way, the sergeant breathed a sigh of relief and resigned. Wei Zong was his immediate superior and was so powerful, so of course he had to build a good relationship.
Shortly after the sergeant left, Wei Zong opened the mud seal of the wine jar and drank heavily.
In fact, after waking up, he felt a little irritable.
Li Qingfeng suddenly took action. Was it just for An Ran, or had he discovered something? Also, he clearly remembered that he was not the only one whose body was shattered. Under Li Qingfeng's attack, Zhao Chunfeng and Li Yue's bodies were also shattered. Now he appears.
In this source world, where are they?
Is it also the same as myself, intact?
Thinking of this, Wei Zong felt slightly uneasy.
He continued to pour wine into his mouth. The taste of the wine was spicy, and it was like a knife cutting into his mouth. Wei Zong seemed unaware. After a while, he drank a jar of wine. Wei Zong's expression remained unchanged, not even a bit.
There is no ruddy color at all.
He really wanted to get drunk, but the mere amount of alcohol was no longer enough to anesthetize his body.
Snap!
The wine jar was thrown down by Wei Zong and shattered into pieces. At this time, another figure appeared next to Wei Zong.
"Brother Wei Zong!"
What came face to face was Tang De's somewhat ingratiating smile.
"Sir, is something wrong?" Wei Zong said calmly.
"No, no, no, no..." Tang De waved his hands quickly: "I'm not an adult, brother Wei Zong, just call me by my name!"
Wei Zong didn't care, and didn't bother to worry about the issue of address, and asked casually: "So, you come to my place, you must have a task to perform!"
He knew very well that with Tang De avoiding him to the extent that he was willing to approach him now, there must be something going on.
"Brother Wei Zong is really smart!" Tang De gave a thumbs up and continued: "To be honest, Daxuan and Dayi have been having constant friction recently. And our Wu'an City is an important border town. If there is a fight, we will have to fight here.
Therefore, the Great Yi has been eyeing our place recently. Our spies found that many scouts from the Great Yi were sneaking around nearby, and we didn’t know what they were planning. Therefore, the Lord of the City gave the order. Those scouts
, it must be unplugged!”
"As elites, we must take action on this kind of thing!" Tang De said seriously.
"Oh!" Wei Zong responded lightly, and then asked: "When will we leave?"
"Leave early tomorrow morning!"
"Understood!" Wei Zong nodded.
Whether there was a fight or not, it was just a good time for him to vent his irritability.
Late at night, Wei Zong did not enter the camp to rest. What was the point of sleeping with five rough guys? Wei Zong chose to continue practicing. Wei Zong practiced the eight Taixuan postures all night, and did not meditate for a while until early in the morning.
spirit to cope with the battle ahead.
early morning.
Woo~~
The low and desolate horn sounded, and almost all the sergeants stood up at the same time, quickly put on their armor, took their weapons, and gathered.
Wei Zong stood in an inconspicuous corner of the military formation. He was wearing standard armor and carrying a standard long sword behind his back. He did not attract attention at all. Around him were five of his subordinates.
At the front of the team is Feng Xiu Qianhu. After chatting with Tang De last night, Wei Zong already knew that the name of their Qianhu was Feng Xiu.
Feng Xiusen's cold eyes slowly passed over everyone, and he didn't say anything inspiring, he just waved his hand!
"Set off!!"
third chapter!
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