"Then how should I get out!"

The old immortal Jiandao looked smiling and silent, with a little proud face, but when he saw Wuqi getting angry, he was so scared that his body trembled and said respectfully: "Tell the master, you just need to silently recite in your heart and let me go out."

"Let me go out?" Wuqi subconsciously said to himself, and then he suddenly felt a flash in front of him. The next moment, the scenery that had just been beautiful and beautiful, and the old immortal of Jiandao was gone. Instead, what appeared in front of him was a narrow wooden house. He looked around and looked around, until he saw a closed wooden door behind him, and then he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. But then, Wuqi had enough time to be excited, and he suddenly felt a severe pain in his abdomen, and the skeletons all over his body seemed to be about to fall off.

His mind suddenly became dizzy, unconscious, his body was shaking, and he was about to fall down. But at this moment, his eyes suddenly became clear. But the expression on his face was extremely painful, his teeth were tight, his brows were beating up and down from time to time, and the corners of his mouth twitched regularly. However, this symptom became lighter and lighter as time went by. After about half an hour of tossing, Wuqi then tried to breathe a long breath and said to himself: "Fortunately, I am already a little familiar with this kind of trance. If it weren't for the rich experience, I would have been slapped this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuqi suddenly felt a soreness all over his body. He looked down and realized that his body had changed a lot compared to the kendo that entered the Ancient Scrolls. The injury was still so serious, but the pain was not as strong as before. The wound was still very large, but it was much smaller than that of a week. The biggest change in his body was the situation outside of his injury. Not only was his stomach dry like a balloon with no breath, his chest was directly attached to his back, and his limbs didn't have any strength. But these were not the most scary thing about Wuqi. You can eat meat when you are hungry, but what should you do if your throat was dry?

Wuqi's throat was dry as if it was about to crack, and his voice was hoarse. But it was strange that he couldn't understand why he could come back and live, although it was very painful.

Didn’t the master say that people will die if they don’t drink a drop of water for three days? Why? Is it because my body will repair my injuries on its own?

Wuqi couldn't understand. But he didn't plan to think about it again, because there was a "gurgling" sound in his ears. His right hand shook slightly, and a white light suddenly shot out from the space bracelet in front of him. The white light dissipated, and a huge stove suddenly appeared in front of him. He didn't care about it, so he shone the space bracelet into the stove, and a slender white light shot in. When the white light dissipated again, a huge leopard monster corpse appeared in the stove. Wuqi pressed a switch next to the small door of the stove.

Just one minute later, there was a slight sound of "ding". Before Wuqi opened the small door of the stove, a smell of roasted meat came out of the small crack of the stove and pounced into Wuqi's nose. Wuqi suddenly felt a light all over his body, and the golden light flashed in his eyes, and the excitement was beyond words. In fact, the smell of this barbecue was not too fragrant, and there was no added ingredients, but when he smelled Wuqi's nose, he felt as if he suddenly became the happiest person in the world, and he felt like he was floating in the air.

When the saliva smelled the barbecue, it flowed unscrupulously, "I can't stand it!" After swallowing deeply, he screamed suddenly and pounced on the leopard meat that had just been taken out of the stove. The next scene was like a hungry tiger that was extremely hungry, swallowing a sheep that reached its mouth wildly, with an unimaginable degree of exaggeration. Of course, the eating habit was ugly, and the tears, snot and saliva were mixed with the delicious leopard meat, but he didn't care about this anymore, and just swallowed it desperately and tried his best to stuff the whole leopard into his mouth, wishing he could stuff the whole leopard into his stomach in one breath.

After an hour, Wuqi could not fill a piece of meat with food, and then he stopped. At this moment, the leopard meat in front of him was full of a large plate, but he felt a little vomited. He was so hungry just now that he had eaten too much at one time, and his belly had swelled into a ball, and he was about to explode. Fortunately, he fell asleep at this time, otherwise if he had eaten a few more pieces of meat later, his stomach would probably be broken.

In the next few days, Wuqi was recovering his injuries and went down the tree every day, practicing swordsmanship in the open area under the tree. What is the weapon? The sword weighing only one pound, with his name engraved on it. In order to improve his strength, Wuqi really didn't have any laziness this time. He put in twelve minutes of practicing, and devoted himself to practicing swordsmanship every day. Whenever he encountered a problem he didn't understand, he would

Summoned Xiaoguangren and asked him to use his body to explain to himself how to practice this move, where the posture of this move is wrong, the technique of exerting force is wrong, etc. Although he lived a bit hard, he was very fulfilling. But a week later, when Wuqi found that his strength was only improved to a new level in the first three days of the first three days and could not improve for half a step, he was immediately depressed. So Wuqi chose to enter the sword again.

"Old Fairy Sword Dao! Come out quickly."

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"I have been practicing for a whole week, and you told me clearly at the beginning. In a few days, I can reach the strength of a junior swordsman to become a Qianjun Slash. But I have been practicing for a week, and my strength has remained at the third level of a junior swordsman. Xiao Guangren told me that I must reach the tenth level of a junior swordsman to become a junior swordsman, which is the peak of a junior swordsman. Why can't I improve my strength?" Wuqi was in a very bad mood, and his face was even more ugly and purple. He was not even as polite as when he first entered the swordsman.

The old immortal Jiandao was frightened and trembled when he heard this. He bent down and replied: "Master, I don't know that your body is far inferior to that of ordinary people, so I will make a mistake in judgment. Please forgive me."

"Hmph!" Wuqi was still a little angry at first, but he remembered that what the other party said was indeed nothing, so his anger was not as great as the beginning. Instead, his expression slowed down and he said slowly: "Then tell me now, why can't my sword skills be improved?"

"Because...because..." The old immortal of Jiandao suddenly started to hesitate, "Why!" Wuqi suddenly shouted impatiently.

The old immortal of Jiandao said slowly: "Because the master's physical fitness is not suitable for practicing swordsmanship. It would be fine if it was an ordinary person's physique. I can spend up to fifty years to ensure that the master enters the holy realm, but his physique is more than a thousand times worse than that of ordinary people. I told the master the most profound way of practicing swordsmanship. It only takes one week for ordinary people to reach the peak of the primary swordsman. After one week, the master has just stopped at the third level of the primary swordsman. Swordsmen below the master level must cross ten bottlenecks for every level of improvement. According to my observation this week, the master seems to be unable to practice swordsmanship."

"You said that, I've been practicing this week in vain?" Wuqi's eyes suddenly showed two burning anger, and the anger in his heart rose to a very high level in an instant.

After waved his hand, the old immortal of Jiandao waved his hand and said lightly: "No. Although the master cannot continue practicing swordsmanship, he has not practiced this week in vain. The master has not made any progress in offense, and has not improved any movement speed and dodging. However, he has achieved nothing on the defense side. If he doesn't believe the master, he can compete with Guangren."

Wuqi looked at the old immortal with some disbelief. The old immortal of Jiandao did not continue to reply, but instead pointed his right hand slightly in the void. A light man holding two light swords in his hands appeared in front of Wuqi. As soon as it appeared, he bowed to the old immortal of Jiandao, and handed one of the light swords in front of Wuqi. Wuqi subconsciously turned his head to look at the old immortal of Jiandao. The old immortal nodded without saying a word. Wuqi then took the light sword.

It was almost time for him to say that as soon as he held the lightsaber tightly, the light man stabbed Wuqi's eyebrows with a sword. Wuqi did not dodge, but instead blocked him with a lightsaber in front of him with a conditioned reflex. He heard a crisp sound of "dang", and the oncoming stab was easily resolved by him.

How is that possible? I couldn't see how that sword was stabbed clearly, and how did my hand automatically resolve it?

Wuqi looked at the lightsword in his hand with some disbelief, then looked at the old immortal of Jiandao, frowned, and said angrily: "Old immortal, have you done anything on this lightsword?"

The old fairy of Jiandao shook his head slightly, Wuqi looked at the light man standing still on the opposite side with some disbelief and said, "Come here, let's try changing the sword."

Guangren exchanged weapons with Wuqi obediently, and then attacked Wuqi at lightning speed. This time, the move it used was not a stab, but a horizontal slash. As soon as Guangren exchanged weapons with Wuqi, it shook and appeared behind Wuqi. Wuqi turned around suddenly, and was about to resist the sword that suddenly stabbed from behind, but suddenly felt a chill on his back. He did not choose to block the sword that stabbed his chest, but instead inserted it with a lightsaber on his side.

After the sword was directly inserted on the ground, Wuqi turned around without hesitation. The lightsword in his hand took the opportunity and heard a crisp sound of "Dang". Seeing that the sword that was approaching his waist was blocking him accurately. This shock was extraordinary. Wuqi couldn't believe that he had done it himself. So he looked at the motionless light man and said, "You continue attacking, without any reservations, use all the tricks."

In the next ten minutes, a series of metal collisions and a series of sparks kept ringing in the air. Wuqi's surrounding Guangren was like a robot with an accelerator, and quickly launched attacks on various parts of Wuqi's body, but Wuqi stood there almost motionless. Although his body moved slightly, it was always no more than half a meter away from where he was standing. During this period, Guangren's attack speed could not be seen clearly, and even the master-level powerful man could only barely keep up. But what Wuqi himself couldn't believe was that he saw clearly and felt that he had indeed blocked every attack from the opponent.

No matter how the light man changes his moves, no matter whether he can see the opponent's actions or not, no matter how many phantoms of the light man are, Wuqi's hands seem to automatically lock the opponent's attack, appearing accurately at the most important position, and timely dismantling the opponent's attack.
Chapter completed!