In the following period of time, other than cultivating, hei xinjiu practiced sword techniques. This fellow finally realized a problem, and that was that she had not broken through for a long time.
Of course, to others, her long time was short and pitiful. However, this fellow’s starting point was too low, and he was only at the ninth level of spiritual connection. He really could not bring himself to do so.
This fellow rubbed his chin and pondered. Last time, that big fool, Wu Yun, was angered by him and ran away. He didn’t come to strike her again, and there wasn’t a single cloud from the other little cuties that came. If this went on for a long time, it would probably lead to a thunderstorm!
Thus, this fellow began to have a sense of crisis. If that old bastard Tian Dao sincerely didn’t send the dark clouds to strike her, she would only rely on the pitiful amount of lightning that little Wu Yun absorbed to advance, she had to think of something.
