Having made up his mind, Wang Xuan rekindled his fighting spirit.
A strange atmosphere is permeating the entire Waimen Mountain.
It seems that at this moment, everyone is holding back and practicing sword practice just to be a blockbuster.
Ning Yiyi's visit and Xiaohu's breakthrough made Wang Xuan completely sleepless.
"Those who work for everyone should not be allowed to freeze to death in the snow!"
"Those who open the way for the sect must not be trapped in thorns!"
After carefully considering these two sentences Li Xuanyi said, his expression began to become trance-like.
The one who holds salary for everyone and the one who opens the way for the sect.
Fire has the inheritance of firewood, and it also has people who go through fire and water.
Thoughts are like a dense network, spreading out in all directions.
It is also like the wild grass that grows wantonly, swells in the wind, and is wild and wild.
Gradually, Wang Xuan fell into a strange state.
If you carefully observe his sea of consciousness, you will find that the life soul lamp is constantly emitting a soft light.
There is an inexplicable soothing feeling, as if you are in warm water.
A gust of breeze blew, and the earth trembled, and there was a faint roar. But soon, the light shone through, and the whole land slowly returned to calm.
From the outside, Wang Xuan was still confused. If someone were to sneak attack on him, it would be a sure shot. Of course, they would have to get rid of Xiaohu.
Waves of breath started from his house and spread out around him.
"Huh? Why do I feel so weak? I feel like I can't feel energetic."
Stimulated by Li Xuan and the others, Liu Piaopiao became furious.
Up to now, she and Qian Siming were just beginners, and they were already far behind others in their understanding of swordsmanship. This was simply intolerable to her.
Previously, after Wang Xuan successfully understood the Dead Wood Sword Technique to perfection, she consciously moved closer to Wang Xuan, trying to find the key to understanding it.
In fact, her progress is also obvious.
The night after I acquired the swordsmanship, I successfully started.
It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is even more difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
"No, there's something weird!"
A warning sign suddenly occurred in his heart. Liu Piaopiao was so excited that he picked up a bowl of water from the table and poured it on his head.
"ah!"
With a loud shout, he broke out of the window.
Holding the sword in his hand, he suddenly made a stroke forward.
"Watch the move!"
At this moment, a figure rushed forward, shouted sharply, and stabbed towards Liu Piaopiao.
He raised his sword and took advantage of the situation to step back, successfully widening the distance between the two people.
Taking a closer look, it was not Qian Siming, who else could it be.
"Junior Brother Qian, have you noticed something is wrong too?"
"Yeah, I feel like I'm being controlled by something. It feels like someone is urging me to sleep."
"No, it's here again, take action quickly."
Liu Piaopiao's face changed and she took action boldly.
For a while, the two fought together again.
During the fight, they can stay awake and not easily affected.
Gradually, the battle changed and became more intense.
"Um?"
"Try harder, I feel like I can't hold on anymore."
Their expressions were highly tense, and perhaps even they themselves did not realize that their understanding of the Fire Sword Technique was constantly deepening.
Quietly, I have made the leap from entry to success.
The two of them were affected so much that Wang Xuan, as the instigator, naturally changed a lot.
In the room, Xiaohu fell into a deep sleep without knowing when.
As for Wang Xuan, he was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.
With his head as the center, countless white threads emanated in all directions. At first glance, they looked like spider threads.
The white silk weaves the entire room into a large net, with Wang Xuan as the center, slowly rotating.
The aura belonging to Wang Xuan is also changing slightly, it seems familiar, but also a little strange.
At some point, there was an extra person in the room.
Floating in mid-air, completely unaffected by the white silk.
Those white threads didn't even notice his presence. The threads actually passed through his body directly. Without any obstruction, it was as if this person didn't exist at all.
At the same time, the silver-haired man in black frowned slightly, and his face slowly turned gloomy.
"Why are you doing this? You know you can't succeed."
A sigh that sounded like resentment and helplessness.
Perhaps because she understood what he said, Bai Si became restless.
"Huh, I still have the final say here, it's not your turn to be arrogant."
With a cold snort, the silver-haired man in black waved his hand. After that, Bai Si seemed to be disturbed by something and retreated like a tide, trying to retract Wang Xuan's head.
"What? Do you still want to escape in front of me?"
With his left hand, he made a false grab, and the retreating white thread was forcibly torn off by him, and then all gathered into his hand, forming a ball.
A white dumpling kept spinning in my hand, and with a gentle squeeze, it turned into fly ash.
This is the white silk outside Wang Xuan's sea of consciousness, but there is nothing you can do about the white silk inside, and the man in silver hair and black clothes doesn't want to do it.
"This time, I believe you will calm down a bit."
He muttered something to himself, frowned and looked at it, wanting to take action, but finally suppressed his thoughts.
"Boy, grow up quickly, I'm running out of patience."
As he whispered, his whole person began to change, his body changed from solid to weak, and finally disappeared into the room.
I don't know when Wang Xuancai woke up and turned around.
Look at the sky outside, it's still black.
"Huh? Why did I fall asleep? Something seemed to have happened just now, but I can't remember it at all."
He patted his head hard and tried to think back, but it was all in vain and it made his head hurt.
In the sea of consciousness, the light of the life soul is restrained, just like an ordinary oil lamp.
It seems that the white silk just now caused a lot of damage to it.
Wang Xuan ignored these because he was attracted by his own changes.
There was no change in appearance, but he found that his understanding of Xinhuo Sword Technique had successfully reached the Dacheng state.
"What was I thinking about just now?"
"Who influenced me?"
Questions were thrown out one after another. Wang Xuan was thinking deeply and opened the door casually.
"Oh, senior brother, you have come out. You must know that you have been in there all day and night."
"Yeah, yes, the food I asked the maid to bring has been heated several times."
When Liu Piaopiao and Qian Siming saw Wang Xuan going out, they immediately surrounded him.
"Haha, I'm fine, very good. Thank you for your concern. By the way, where is Li Xuanyi?"
"Well, he hasn't come back yet."
The person who answered was Qian Siming. Come to think of it, even Liu Piaopiao knew where this guy was.
"Okay, leave him alone, this guy can't control it."
"Well, Senior Brother Wang, why don't you take care of your belly first?"
"Okay, then there's Brother Laoqian."
With the food brought by the maid, Wang Xuan had a big appetite and ate very happily.
Of course, the one who enjoyed eating the most was definitely Xiaohu.
Not long after Wang Xuan woke up, the little tiger also woke up, and the scent was overwhelming. It would not be willing to be second to others.
"Brother, it is said that there will be a new trial tomorrow, and it will be very cruel."