Wang Xixi heard what Mary said and said doubtfully: "Sister Mary, do you really know our boss? I will send a message to Jie Qiang right now. Only he can contact our boss."
"Really? Sister Xixi, there is no phone or other communication equipment here. How do you contact that Jieqiang?"
"This is our special way of contacting you. I don't know exactly how to do it. As long as I put the message in a fixed location, it can reach Jie Qiang's hands in the shortest possible time."
"Oh, that's great. If your boss Xiaoyao knows that I'm here, I guarantee that he will come to see me as soon as possible."
"No, Mary, you won't be our boss's wife on the real earth?"
"Tch, it's just him, how about a wife? Can he get a wife?"
While the two women were talking about Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao was watching hundreds of players practicing swordplay. Xiaoyao also had a sword in his hand, which he picked up from the ground in the hall. It was an ordinary spiritual weapon.
Hundreds of people looked at Xiaoyao and stared at them, refusing to practice swordsmanship. Just when everyone was wondering and guessing that Xiaoyao was a fool, Xiaoyao walked towards the small rooms around the hall.
Standing outside a room, Xiaoyao walked in without any hesitation. He saw a dozen people inside, staring at the sword in his hand, trying to understand what the sword intention was. Some of them had been here for ten days, and some had been here for three days.
Yes, some have been here for several months.
Seeing Xiaoyao actually entering the room, hundreds of people practicing swordsmanship outside stopped their practice and started talking: "That guy just entered the room without practicing swordsmanship at all. You
Do you think he can feel the sword's intention?"
"It's still possible, but how long does it take? I think it will only take a few years."
Everyone laughed
Xiaoyao saw that the swordsmanship practiced by the disciples outside could only be described as ordinary, and he was really not interested. Even the mysterious swordsmanship performed by his second brother Zi Yi, a genius swordsman, still could not escape his eyes.
They are all influenced by the realm of Xiaoyao Jue’s spirit.
When Xiaoyao saw these disciples staring at the sword, he turned his attention to his own sword. Minutes and seconds passed. The sword was still his sword, and he didn't realize anything.
Xiaoyao simply sat down cross-legged and slowly practiced his Xiaoyao Jue. The spirit and soul in the sea of consciousness kept waving his hands, and marks formed in his hands.
Three days later, Xiaoyao thought of his original intention of entering the room. His Yi Ling Yuan Shen, who was practicing Xiaoyao Jue, instantly released himself and put the ordinary spiritual weapon sword in his hand into the sea of consciousness.
With a "swish" sound, the sword in Xiaoyao's hand was gone. Xiaoyao's Yiling Yuanshen felt that the sword had entered his body and slowly flew into his sea of consciousness.
How could Xiaoyao dare to be careless? He quickly used his mind and soul to force the sword out of his body.
"Whoosh" a sword light flashed, the sword cut through the space like a shooting star, leaving a deep sword mark on the wall of the room. Xiaoyao opened his eyes fiercely, and the body that was sitting cross-legged suddenly stood up.
Get up
Xiaoyao, who is like a javelin, deeply shocked the other players in the room. In their eyes, Xiaoyao is like a sword, with the edge and light of the sword everywhere, giving them a feeling of light on their backs.
