With his fingers gently stroked the scabbard, Gu Fenghua could feel the leisurely charm that only the magical artifact in the sword had, as if his fingers were not touching cold metal, but living existence.
But at the same time, she could also feel the disgust coming from the sword. It was good, it was disgust!
She has always known that this is a sword with a virility, so it is unwilling to be unsheathed or contaminated with blood. If it is not wrapped in thick silk cloth, she will not even be able to draw the sword.
Inject it into it.
However, there is another more important reason why it is unwilling to shed, because...
It disliked itself and felt that it was a weak chicken, so she had never been able to pull out the sword!
Without enough strength, he is not worthy of having a magic weapon like it, and without enough strength, he is not worthy of letting its sword edge be unsheathed!
Until today, she stabbed the soul several times, slashed out the sword of life, and faced Xiang Wushang, who forcibly increased his combat power to the realm of Xuansheng, and finally got its recognition and revealed its magical artifact.
Viagra.
However, this recognition is obviously only temporary. Now no matter how hard she tries, she can no longer draw her sword. Instead, the feeling of disgust is getting stronger and stronger.
Obviously, her true strength cannot be recognized by this magic sword.
After all, I am also a strong man in the fourth grade of Soul Saint. Looking at the Tianji Continent, can you find a few Soul Saints as young as me?
Gu Fenghua felt that he was despised and deeply hurt, but he still took out the silk cloth and wrapped the magic sword layer by layer.
Even though she was angry, she really didn't dare to turn against this magic sword.
Her eight swords Guiyuan are too powerful. Once it is used, the holy energy will be too condensed. Not to mention ordinary long swords, even the holy sword cannot bear it. Only the divine sword in her hand that she doesn't even know the name.
It can allow her to exert the true power of the Eight Swords Returning to the Yuan.
After wrapping up the magic sword, Gu Fenghua put a few holy pills on him and began to practice.
Her injuries were not serious, but the previous battle almost cost her life, which was between life and death, which gave her a lot of insights. At this time, practice can often achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Before he knew it, ten days passed quickly, and Gu Fenghua opened his eyes.
I felt that the qi in my body was more solidified, my meridians were widened a lot, and I became stronger. I was one step closer to the fifth level of the Soul Saint, and I had already broken through many bottlenecks to reach the late stage of the fourth level.
Although she has not yet broken through the final bottleneck, this improvement has already made her very satisfied.
You should know that it is difficult for ordinary saints to achieve such improvement without a year of loading.
Actual combat, especially life-and-death duels, is indeed the best way to improve your cultivation and break through the bottleneck.
When I opened the door, I saw the ninth prince, Lin Hanyi and others coming up.
"Fenghua, you finally got out of seclusion." The ninth prince said with a long sigh. After this ten-sided ceremony, the two of them became closer. Seeing that Fenghua was in seclusion for so many days, he was really worried.
"Where are they?" Gu Fenghua glanced at him and didn't see Luo Enen and the fat white guys, and asked.
"Yehn and the handsome man have just left the seclusion. They were still here just now. I don't know where to go. Wuse has not yet come out of seclusion." The ninth prince looked around and replied.
As soon as he said this, Ye Wuse’s door also opened.
Compared to ten days ago, his face was a little thinner, but his eyes were radiant. It was obvious that the ten days of retreat practice benefited a lot, and his cultivation level also improved a lot.