In the end, Li Erdan ran out by himself on the grounds of practicing secret arts.
Thinking of Guo Songxue's resentful look before leaving, Li Erdan gave a helpless smile.
"The Temple of Our Lady."
Thinking of this abominable mysterious force taking away his confidante and his disciple, Li Erdan's teeth started to itch. After he uttered three words in a sinister tone, the overwhelming evil energy surged from his body.
"Sooner or later, one day, when I am strong enough, I will definitely crush this piece of shit like you, the Holy Mother Temple."
After taking dozens of breaths and sucking in some fresh air from the mountains and forests, Li Erdan's ferociousness gradually faded away, and his breathing calmed down instantly. He found a giant tree, leaned against the trunk, crossed his legs, and started.
Practice the spiritual attack technique of stabbing the brain with a cone.
Just when Li Erdan entered the cultivation state, the ghost in the system warehouse slowly opened his eyes, looked into the void, and murmured in a low voice.
"Such a mind, such a tough character, such a hard-working madman, I really don't know, I'm really looking forward to it, how far will this guy develop?"
After the ghost murmured, about half an hour passed. Li Erdan, who had his eyes closed, let out a scream and covered his head with both hands. His face had recovered some after a day's rest, and again
Pale as paper.
"It actually failed again, but it seems that this time the compression of spiritual thoughts has shrunk a bit. As long as there is progress, I don't believe in evil. Isn't it just suffering a little pain?
Master, I can still bear it."
After muttering coldly to himself, Li Erdan adjusted his body shape again, closed his eyes tightly, and entered the cultivation state again.
Ah...failed for the second time.
The fifth failure.
The tenth failure... Another crazy night. In Li Erdan's bloodshot eyes, there was always a firm belief. No matter how much pain he endured, as long as he made a little progress in compressing his spiritual thoughts, he would continue.
Continue until you succeed.
"This little lunatic really doesn't want his life, he is so desperate."
As a former leader of shamanism, Guidong was somewhat involved in the practice of spiritual thoughts. He knew how much pain it would be to practice such a secret technique. No one dared to be as crazy as Li Erdan now.
Perhaps there were some people in the past who were so desperate, but according to Guidongzong's estimation, the vast majority of people would give up on such desperate efforts after suffering such tremendous pain, and would instead choose to practice bit by bit.
The crazy night passed unknowingly. When the sun rose, Li Erdan was already miserable. Compared with last night, Li Erdan was even more miserable today. His clothes were stained with sweat.
The soaked, paper-white face was devoid of any blood, and the scarlet eyes gave people the impression that they had not rested for more than ten days.
After shaking his head, which was suffering from a splitting headache, he tested the strength of his spiritual thoughts. Li Erdan was surprised to find that after a night of tossing, his spiritual thoughts seemed to have increased a lot.
Don't underestimate a warrior's spiritual thoughts. Even if you don't practice spiritual thoughts attack skills, this thing is powerful, and the benefits to warriors are simply unparalleled.
Sensory abilities, perception of danger, prediction of the trajectory of enemy moves, etc.
What's more important is that the strength of spiritual thoughts can affect the success of an alchemist.
In particular, the refining of high-level elixirs plays a vital role in the strength of a warrior's spiritual thoughts.
When the precious elixir is put into the alchemy furnace, the changes in the elixir inside and the control of the fire require the alchemist's powerful spiritual power to control it.
"If I continue to practice like this for a few days, it seems that my spiritual power will be comparable to that of a heaven-level warrior."
While whispering softly to himself, the corners of Li Erdan's mouth slightly curled up, revealing an extremely ugly smile on his haggard face.
"You kid can still laugh now. I really admire you. I am an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. I have seen many amazing talents, but you can be so cruel to yourself.
It’s really the first one.”
The ghost said sadly.
"Does this count as being cruel to yourself?
If I didn't have to participate in the arena competition, I would have been practicing for several hours. This little pain can't defeat me, Li Erdan."
After Li Erdan finished speaking in a calm voice, the sound of a ghost sucking in cold air sounded in his mind.
"Madman, you are definitely a madman."
When they returned to their accommodation, Guo Zhan and his son were a little surprised to see Li Erdan looking so miserable again, but they didn't pay much attention to Li Erdan's appearance yesterday.
The most important thing is that Li Erdan's opponent today is not very powerful compared to Jiang Tao and will not pose any threat to Li Erdan.
"Hey! What's going on with you?
Even if you are practicing some martial arts, you don’t have to work so hard, you look like you are neither a human nor a ghost."
Although the words in Guo Songxue's mouth were extremely rude, the concern in his tone made Li Erdan feel warm in his heart.
"Thank you, Miss Guo, for caring about me. I know my own body and everything will be fine."
When Li Erdan came to the square, a lot of people had already gathered in the square.
The arena Li Erdan is in today is Arena No. 1.
"Look, everyone, sick Tai Sui is here. He is sick Tai Sui. Yesterday, he defeated the hermit Jiang family's sick Tai Sui with three moves."
"No wonder he is called sick Tai Sui. Look at his crooked face, he really looks like a tuberculosis man."
As soon as Li Erdan arrived near the ring, there was a burst of noise around him, and countless eyes turned to him.
"I really don't understand, how can this sickly guy be so strong?
Why do I feel that this disease is too old? Even if I give him a beautiful woman, he will not be able to bear it. Look at that bearish look."
"Brother, at first glance, you have never seen this sick Tai Sui take action yesterday. Once you see the domineering power of this sick Tai Sui, you won't dare to say that."
Although Li Erdan was exhausted physically and mentally at this time, Li Erdan could still hear the voices of people around him talking. At first, when he heard the name of sick Tai Sui, Li Erdan thought that he was his opponent today.
But when I listened carefully, I was sweating like crazy. I am sick because I am too old. It turns out that I am talking about myself. I seem to be sick?
He is a handsome guy, okay?
After observing the surroundings, I obviously felt that there were more spectators in my arena than in other arenas. Apparently, my high-profile actions yesterday attracted everyone's attention.
After looking around, Li Erdan found no familiar figure, which made Li Erdan feel a little surprised.
When fighting Jiang Tao yesterday, Li Erdan immediately discovered that Gu Yifei, who had a slight conflict with him at the exchange meeting.
Next to Gu Yifei, there were several young heroes with strong momentum, especially Fu Piaoxue, a voluptuous beauty with a chill in her face. Li Erdan was quite impressed.
Those people all gave Li Erdan a sense of danger, so they were deeply impressed.
But today, none of these people are gone, including Tong Jian and Zhou Guangshan, who bothered him like flies.
"Hey! Are you sick?"
A gust of fragrant wind blew in, followed by a pleasant voice that sounded in Li Erdan's ears.