No matter how good Zhang Zhijun's psychological quality is, he can't hold back when he sees the situation on his mission board. After all, his strength is so hard that it is obtained in a flash. This gap makes him feel very aggrieved. He roars and roars out his anger.

"Zhijun, what's wrong!" Hearing Zhang Zhijun's roar, Cangchun, who was patrolling around, rushed over.

"Cangchun... It's nothing, I can't contact Minghongdao forever. I feel so nervous that I'll feel more comfortable when I yell!" Seeing Cangchun of Kyukimu, Zhang Zhijun also felt his face blushing and explained to him in embarrassment.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just yell and feel more comfortable. Zhijun, since you can't contact Minghong Dao for a short time, don't be impatient. It's better to recover a little spiritual power first and then use spiritual power to contact us. Maybe you can contact us!" Kyukimu Cangchun nodded. He understood how anxious Zhang Zhijun was at this moment. After thinking about it, he put forward his thoughts recently.

"Uh, this is so good, but Cang Chun, I can't find a way to restore my spiritual power at the moment. I just want to contact Minghong Sword to see if there is any way to restore my spiritual power first!" Zhang Zhijun looked at Cang Chun with some confusion and asked.

"Uh, Zhijun, my solution is not to be impatient. To be honest, your spiritual power in the past is powerful in the past. Even I will be shocked by it sometimes. But because your power is so strong, you suddenly lose everything and feel impatient. If you want to contact Minghong Sword to recover quickly, it is nothing. But since you can no longer contact Minghong Sword, why not let's do a stupid way to slowly restore some spiritual power first!" Kyuki Mu Cangchun analyzed for it seriously.

"Stupid method, what stupid method!" Zhang Zhijun was a little confused!

"Actually, it's not too stupid. Many gods of death have used it when they were in Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy, but you, a perverted genius, must have skipped this lesson!" Kuromu Cangchun smiled faintly. "The method I'm talking about is fighting. The simplest spiritual power battle, controlling the battle even if the amount of spiritual power you have, and stopping every time after sticking to the limit. In this way, over time, your spiritual power will naturally be enhanced!" Kuromu Cangchun told Zhang Zhijun about the general methods of spiritual power training in Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy.

As Kyukiki Cangchun said, although this method is a common method of training spiritual power by the Death God in Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy, it is actually not very efficient, so it is usually only by students who have no talent and hard work, and students with a little talent will rely on their talents to quickly improve their spiritual power, not to mention a genius like Zhang Zhijun, who has never heard of this method.

Although I have never used it, it is reliable to hear Kyukimu Cangchun hear it. After all, this is like an ordinary person training physical strength. As long as he reaches the limit every time, the limit will automatically increase over time. I believe that the same is true for spiritual power. At present, no other method can be found to recover quickly. Then use this method to recover a little bit first. After you have a little bit of spiritual power, you may be able to contact Minghong Sword, so that you can recover quickly.

"Okay. But who should I fight with? Now even if my power is used, I can't deal with the Jiuren around me!" Zhang Zhijun asked in confusion. After all, they are already in the center of Jiuren's place. Jiuren here cannot be dealt with by Zhang Zhijun, a god of death who has lost all his spiritual power. Even if it is an ordinary god of death with spiritual power, if the spiritual power does not reach the level of the chief officer, they will definitely die in such a place.

"Who with me, of course I am with me!" Kurimu Cangchun looked at Zhang Zhijun who was confused and smiled badly, "How is your current strength to fight me just right? I can control my strength and not hurt you, but also make you feel happy. The most important thing is that I can finally taste the taste of abuse of you!"

"Tsk, if you want to vent your anger, just make up such a nice reason, who can you deceive me?" Zhang Zhijun gave Xiumu Cangchun a blank look. He actually knew that Xiumu Cangchun wanted to help him, but after hearing his last words, he felt very unhappy. What does it mean to abuse me? Is it very fulfilling to abuse his brother?

"Okay, Zhang Zhijun, come on!" As soon as Kyukim Cangchun set his posture, he waited for Zhang Zhijun to attack.

"See clearly!" Zhang Zhijun dared not be careless about the moment of Suimu Cangchun. Even before he lost his power, he probably would have fought with Suimu Cangchun. At this moment, he had no spiritual power at all, so how could he beat him?

"Fight!" After Zhang Zhijun rushed towards Kyukumu Cangchun quickly, his fist hit Kyukumu Cangchun like raindrops. Unfortunately, his spiritual power could hardly be used to use any killer ghost path at this moment. The Zanpakura Minghong Sword became like that. He also deserves to attach all the remaining spiritual power to his fists, and to fully utilize the so-called white-killing skills of the God of Death to the fullest. In fact, the reason why Zhang Zhijun's white-killing skills is so powerful is inseparable from the fact that he had trained the six-style naval movements in the pirate world. Although the system has greatly weakened the power of the past in every anime world, he still has quite rich physical combat experience.

"Hahaha, amazing, Zhijun is worthy of being Zhijun!" Although Zhang Zhijun had no spiritual power at this moment, and his attack speed was not very fast due to injuries, Kuroki Cangchun could still feel that his attack was so sharp, with vicious moves and interlocking, and his moves were fatal. If he was a person of the same level as him... No, as long as he had spiritual power, no one who was not much stronger than him, he would definitely lose!

However, at this moment, Suimu Cangchun was certainly not a person of the same level as Zhang Zhijun, who had lost his spiritual power. He could easily deal with Zhang Zhijun's sharp attacks, and pointed out his shortcomings from time to time...

"Hu, Cangchun, why is this happening? I have been fighting with you for a day and have consumed my spiritual power several times, but there is no growth trend!" Zhang Zhijun, who was exhausted, fell to the ground and asked in confusion.

"It's not that fast? You just want to feel the increase in spiritual power in one day. Can that still be called a stupid method? But it doesn't matter. If you practice this a few more times, you will definitely feel it in a few days!" Kyukimu Cangchun said confidently...

"No. It's the third day. Although Zhang Zhijun's moves are more skillful and the battle time is longer, it is all due to Zhang Zhijun's combat experience, and his spiritual power has not increased at all. This shouldn't be true. Even if his talent is low, he should have increased some spiritual power!" On the third day of fighting with Zhang Zhijun, Kyukimu Cangchun also realized that Zhang Zhijun's situation was indeed not very good at this moment. His spiritual power did not increase at all in three days.

You should know that Zhang Zhijun is training endlessly in the past three days. Many times, Cangchun is so tired that she is still training. This also makes Cangchun understand why he can gain such great strength at such a young age. No matter how good a genius is, if he does not practice hard, it will be zero.

"Okay, Cang Chun, stop!" Just as Cang Chun was full of doubts in his heart, Zhang Zhijun suddenly stopped and said to him.

"Uh, what's wrong? Zhijun, are you tired? Then let's take a rest first!" Kurimu Cangchun also stopped and asked with concern.

"Cangchun, I'm not tired, I just feel there is no need to continue practicing like this!" Zhang Zhijun shook his head and said with a somewhat ugly expression.

"Why? Zhijun, we can see your progress over the past three days. Haven't you realized that your time of fighting with me has increased so much? Are you still not satisfied with such obvious progress?" Kurimu Cangchun thought Zhang Zhijun was about to give up, so he quickly persuaded him.

"Cangchun, don't lie to me anymore. You and I know that my spiritual power has not been enhanced in the past three days. The reason why I can fight with you has been going on for a long time is that my mastery of spiritual power has improved, or my physical strength has improved, and that you are deliberately letting water. Don't think I can't see it!" Zhang Zhijun looked at Kyukimu Cangchun and said seriously, "I understand my situation. This time it is indeed very special. The spiritual power cannot be increased at all. It should be the reason for my body. At this moment, I have long lost the same body as before. The spiritual power seems to be the limit that the little left in my body now!"

"Zhijun, don't give up. We have other ways. Otherwise, we will have results after training like this for a while. At worst, we can think of other ways while training. I don't believe that we can't think of any way together!" After hearing Zhang Zhijun's words, Kuromu Cangchun thought he was discouraged and wanted to give up on himself, so he quickly spoke up and persuaded him.

"Don't worry, Cang Chun, I just said I wouldn't need this kind of training anymore, and I didn't say I wanted to give up. This method is useless to me now. I just don't want to waste my efforts!" Zhang Zhijun said seriously, his eyes were still full of firmness as he spoke, which was firmness in his own strength.

Seeing Zhang Zhijun with such firm eyes, Suimu Cangchun also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Zhang Zhijun did not lose confidence, there would definitely be a solution if he went to find one!

"Then Zhijun, do you have any other way?" Kuriki Cangchun looked at Zhang Zhijun and asked curiously.

"I can't think of this yet, but I think I should still find a breakthrough from Minghong Sword. As long as I contact Minghong Sword, I believe I will have a way to recover." Zhang Zhijun thought for a while and said lightly.

"Uh, it seems that this is the only way!" As for the situation at this moment, Kyukiki Cangchun was really at the end of his life and could not think of any other good way.

"Cangchun, please set up another barrier for me and don't let anyone disturb me. I think the time it takes may take a little longer this time, so thank you for your hard work, you will patrol for a while!" A crazy thought suddenly flashed in Zhang Zhijun's mind, and he said to Kyukimu Cangchun.

"Well, no problem, but Zhang Zhijun, how do you plan to train? I have cleaned up the blame around me. There should be no more in a short period of time. Don't worry. I'll stay here to observe your situation and deal with sudden events!" Kyuki Mu Cangchun waved his hand and said.

"I haven't thought of a solution yet, that is, I'll talk to Minghong Dao first, but this time I plan to try it a few more times, so there is no need to wait here. You can come back when there is any change!" Zhang Zhijun's thoughts at this moment even after he thought about it, he felt that it was too dangerous and crazy. If Kyuki Mu Cangchun was there, he would definitely stop him, so there was no way, so he had to send Kyuki Mu Cangchun away first.

"Oh, that's it, then I'll be around you. If there is any situation, just call me loudly!" Kyukim Cangchun did not doubt that there was him, so he went out to patrol as Zhang Zhijun said.

"Hu..." After Sukiki Cangchun walked away, Zhang Zhijun began his own thoughts.

He held Minghong's sword in his hand and showed a helpless smile on his face, "Good partner, I really can't think of any other way now. I can only use this method to wake it up. You have to wake it up quickly!"

After saying that, Zhang Zhijun slashed Minghong Sword at his palm, and a wound immediately appeared, and blood immediately flowed out. However, Zhang Zhijun's face did not change at all. He held Minghong Sword in his hand, and his blood flowed on it, slowly dyeing it red.

"Uh... Minghong Sword... Minghong Sword..." As his blood flowed more and more, Zhang Zhijun felt a flash of his eyes and was a little helpless. He knew that he had lost a lot of blood at this moment. If he let it flow, he would definitely be in danger of his life, but Minghong Sword, which had been stained with his blood, had no reaction at all.

"Good partner, I believe you can feel it, I believe you!" Zhang Zhijun's only remaining consciousness told him to stop the bleeding immediately, otherwise he would really die, but whenever he wanted to do this, his other mentality kept stopping him and not letting him do this.
Chapter completed!