The next morning, on the cliff.

Chang Xi peered cross-legged and breathed. The innate Hongmeng Qi was the most rare when the sun rose east. This is a compulsory lesson every day. As the spiritual power in his body wandered through a complete cycle, Chang Xi opened his eyes. His arms and palms in front of him had obvious injuries yesterday, and now he has recovered as well. The recovery ability of golden blood is as strong as this.

Recalling the sudden sound of the sound in his mind and his uncontrolled left hand when he fought with the man with the cloak, Chang Xi's face felt a gloomy and gloomy. Because when he recalled carefully, it seemed that he had the same thing when he was alone in the previous three years. When he encountered a life-and-death crisis, the reactions of some parts of his body would be far from usual. Chang Xi asked himself that if he had not had these common reactions at those times, he had died countless times.

He suddenly remembered that after falling off the cliff, the figure without a face in his dream.

Chang Xi's eyes were solemn, and he calmed down and looked inside. He controlled his spiritual power and carefully examined his whole body for several rounds, but no abnormality appeared.

"It's impossible. If something is parasitized in my body, I can't notice it at all." Chang Xi was extremely surprised. Then he was dissatisfied with the internal vision technique and repeated it several times, but he still had no gains, so he gave up.

Chang Xi grabbed his head hard, but his strength was low, and his magic was just the ones listed in the disciple's jade slip. It was a dream to rely on these to find out some clues.

"Forget it, I can't see any harm to this matter anyway. When I succeed in my cultivation, I won't be afraid that I won't be able to find out."

After going down the mountain this time, Chang Xi has never been as eager for strength as he is now. Without enough strength, he cannot protect the people around him. Every time he encounters an enemy, he will almost have to be at the cost of his life to win hard. If he does not improve his strength, he will sooner or later fall under the sword of others.

Chang Xi picked up Tianhuang, who was lying in front of him, stood up, pulled out the sword with a "scarlet" sound, just as he wanted to realize a new understanding of the sword technique, and a strange change occurred.

Chang Xi looked at Yue Hong in his hand in horror. For some reason, the weight of the Yue Hong sword suddenly increased to a point where he could not control it. Yue Hong, who had a terrifying weight, pressed Chang Xi and his hands to the ground, smashing a deep pit. As Chang Xi turned over, the blood sea cyclone had already sounded loudly, and five thousand kilograms of strength came naturally, but he could only barely lift Yue Hong up. As for striking the sword, he could not even think about it. Chang Xi tried hard to stab it out, and almost took the person out.

"What the hell is going on?"

Chang Xi placed Yuehong on the ground, but there was no abnormality in Yuehong's sword body. Moreover, he also found that as long as Yuehong left his hand, the weight would become normal again, and no matter which part of Yuehong was touched, it would become extremely heavy again.

Chang Xi, who was puzzled, was scratching his ears and faces. Yuehong is an indispensable important combat power for Chang Xi. Without a sword cultivator, he would be like a lion without teeth. What's more, Yuehong's sword is extraordinary, and can be used even more in Chang Xi's hands. Yuehong is now unavailable, which is no different from the broken arms.

Chang Xi, who was thinking hard, suddenly flashed his spirit and calmed down to feel the magic weapon spirit of the Tianhuang Sword Sheath. Deep in his mind, Tianhuang Sword Spirit noticed Chang Xi's arrival and quickly floated over. The body shape of the Tianhuang Sword Sheath was getting rounder and rolling. The angles of the original scabbard became chubby, like small hands and feet, hooked and shook, which was very cute.

Chang Xi was surprised by the changes in the Tianhuang Spirit. Most of the information that Tianhuang Spirit could convey to him was unknown, just like the crying and laughing of a newly born child. But now Chang Xi was able to read some understandable meaning from the fluctuations reported by Tianhuang Spirit. This made him overjoyed. It seemed that Tianhuang was accompanied by Yuehong day and night, and Yuehong absorbed the surrounding spiritual power and fed part of it back to Tianhuang. If not, when he faced the ghost fire that was enough to kill the Jindan cultivator, the shield that Tianhuang unfolded by himself would never be able to block it.

After laughing and playing with the Spirit of Heaven for a long time, Chang Xi began to try to communicate with the Spirit of Heaven for a long time.

"Tianhuang, do you know what Yuehong gave birth to?" Chang Xi conveyed a mind and used both hands and feet, for fear that Tianhuang would not understand what he meant.

The Spirit of Heaven looked at Chang Xi, was slightly stunned, then flew twice, and folded his chubby body to Chang Xi twice, as if he nodded.

Chang Xi was overjoyed and asked again, "Tell me what happened to Yuehong?"

This time, the Spirit of Heaven tilted its body, swayed left and right as if it was swaying on its waist, and flew up and patted it gently on Chang Xi's face, then laughed out loud.

Chang Xi stroked his forehead with his hands, his face full of black lines.

Looking at the hard-working performance of the Tianhuang Spirit in front of him, and hearing the series of emotions such as "unhappy", "teaching a lesson", "hard whipping", "angry to death" and so on, Chang Xi already knew what he had probably had. After playing with Tianhuang Spirit for a while, he withdrew from his mind, looked at Yuehong, who was lying like an old man in front of him, and sighed helplessly.

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"Ah? Want to learn the method of body refining?"

In the Tibetan Hall, Mo Lao shook his feet, took away the felt hat that was only half of the broken face, looking at Chang Xi, who was respectfully clasped his fists, and asked in confusion.

Old Mo sat up and touched his bare chin and narrowed his eyes: "But I see that you are practicing in the sea of ​​blood, and you can do all your strength and you can do it for about 5,000 kilograms. What else do you want to do?"

Chang Xi's heart was shocked. Old Mo could see through his sea of ​​blood at a glance. This cultivation level was really unfathomable. After a moment of hesitation, he told the truth.

Old Mo was really interested and looked at Yuehong sword hanging around Chang Xi's waist and said, "Draw the sword and I'll take a look."

Chang Xi responded with a sound of sword, but as soon as the sword was unsheathed, Chang Xi's hand holding the sword suddenly sank to the bottom, stopping the fall momentum as soon as it touched the ground.

The powerful spiritual sense circled Yuehong and looked around him. Old Mo frowned, but still couldn't see any clues. He couldn't help but look at Chang Xi's trembling hands in confusion, "You're not doing a show, are you?"

Chang Xi grinned at Old Mo with an angry expression.

"Okay, okay, please put it away. So you want to improve your strength through practicing physical exercises, so that you can lift this sword?"

"Yes." Chang Xi put away Yuehong and replied.

Old Mo smiled and said, "Well, I have promised you that if you shine in Kuixing Pavilion, I will give you a fortune, but I didn't expect that you, a kid, would have learned a good job in collecting debts."

"So that, tomorrow morning, you come to Zangdao Peak Moranju to find me. If you have this token, the disciples of Zangdao Peak will not stop you. If you find a disciple where Moranju is, you will know. Then I will give you a fortune." Old Mo took out a token and handed it to Chang Xi, with a smile on his face, "But it will be very hard."

Chang Xi said angrily: "Mr. Mo, do you think I am the kind of person who is afraid of hardship and fatigue?"

Old Mo laughed, took out the felt hat with only half of it and covered it with his face to block the sunlight above his head, and shook his feet leisurely.
Chapter completed!