In a blink of an eye, the New Year has passed, and the winter vacation is over, and it is the end of February.
The winter vacation of the last semester of the senior year of high school was actually only half of the time, and then the teacher called them together.
Those who majored in liberal arts rushed into the endless sea of questions with great perseverance.
And those who majored in martial arts also began the final sprint. At this time, even the most financially constrained families will try every means to get some elixirs to increase their children's qi and blood.
In the final stage, the stronger they can be, the stronger they will be.
Perhaps it is because of this that they can be admitted to a better martial arts school.
Xu Jun is naturally the same. He eats and practices step by step every day, and then opens classes every three days to make money.
Because he eats enough, his qi and blood have reached the innate extreme.
So Xu Jun no longer forces it. Every day, he just agitates his qi and blood a little to maintain his condition.
That night, Xu Jun lay quietly on the bed.
He sensed that the mysterious light in his mind lit up again.
Two different light spots represent different worlds.
At the end of January, Xu Jun still chose to go to the world of the Pixiu Holy Body projection.
Then, he looked at the one-year-old kid babbling. However, this was also within his expectations, because when he left, he finally acquired the language skills of that world, as well as some basic information. The
passage of time in this alien world is the same as that in the world of swordsmanship.
Xu Jun was really worried if he didn't confirm it.
And now that he knows the basic situation, maybe he will have a chance to get some money next time he goes there.
As for this opportunity, Xu Jun didn't even have to consider it, and directly chose the world of the sword boy.
Name: Xu Jun
Age: 15 years old
Cultivation: Sword Ringing 70
Talent: Sword Holy Body, Sword Heart Clear
In the blink of an eye, little Xu Jun is already 15 years old.
Moreover, his sword realm has reached 70 rings of swords, getting closer and closer to the Hundred Rings Refining Gang.
Xu Jun's spiritual thoughts were completely invested in the light spot, so unimaginable memories rushed in.
As a passer-by, Xu Jun has become accustomed to the identity of a bystander.
In these three years, little Xu Jun's cheap master has never come back.
For high-level immortal cultivators, this is also a very normal thing.
Because their lifespan is much longer than that of normal humans, they are used to seclusion and doing things, even if it takes ten years.
However, little Xu Jun did not slack off.
His sword realm is constantly improving. Not only does he maintain the innate sword ringing of one ring per month, but he also has a deeper understanding of swordsmanship.
However, Xu Jun now exists in the form of spiritual projection, so he cannot practice.
But he vaguely feels that in the process of increasing the sword ringing, little Xu Jun seems to be experiencing something, just like the cocooning silkworm, silently accumulating strength, waiting for the day when it breaks out of the cocoon and turns into a butterfly.
Well, after returning this time, his strength must have been greatly improved.
The power of the innate sword ringing of seventy rings must be much greater than that of thirty-four rings.
However, this seems to be of no use to him.
In the innate realm, the sword realm of thirty-four rings is already invincible.
Seventy rings...
I really want to see how powerful this level of swordsmanship is.
It seems that he sensed Xu Jun's thoughts.
Little Xu Jun immediately stood up and found Senior Brother Qingfeng.
Qingfeng said helplessly, "Little Junior Brother, didn't I tell you that your swordsmanship is already very good? Wherever the sword energy reaches, the spells and talismans of the early stage of Qi training can be split with one sword. Even if you encounter a low-grade magic weapon, it is enough to break it with the sword energy."
Little Xu Jun blinked his big eyes and said, "Then what about the middle stage of Qi training?"
Qingfeng thought for a while and said, "If you meet an ordinary middle stage of Qi training, you should be able to fight. Who will win or lose depends on whether the opponent's magic power is strong and the quality of the talismans, magic weapons and other external equipment. However, your idea is very dangerous. It is best not to provoke the cultivators of the middle and late stages of Qi training."
Little Xu Jun nodded and said, "Senior Brother, why don't we fight again? You can use the methods of the middle stage of Qi training."
Qingfeng smiled bitterly and said, "Well, I have a medium-grade magic weapon on hand, which can be used to simulate it." The
junior brother is good in everything except that he is too belligerent. It is
still very tiring to spar with the junior brother when he is restrained and cannot hurt anyone.
If it were not for the master's instructions before leaving, he would have left long ago.
The two came to the martial arts training ground.
Now, in Xujiazhuang, the only one who can fight with little Xu Jun is Qingfeng.
As for the two innate elders in Xujiazhuang...
they have long since withdrawn from this group because their strength is too poor and they can no longer help little Xu Jun improve.
"Little junior brother, be careful."
Qingfeng waved his hand after speaking, and a blue light suddenly shot out. In an instant, a blue halo was drawn in the air and came in front of little Xu Jun.
Xu Jun was startled.
What kind of speed is this? Is
a medium-grade magic weapon so fast?
If it were Xu Jun himself, he might not have time to react.
However, Xiao Xujun seemed to be prepared. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword suddenly jumped up.
Xujun noticed that on the blade of the long sword, there was a ray of light that was almost tangible.
Sword aura!
This time, Xiao Xujun drew his sword silently, but the long sword had already condensed an indestructible sword aura.
After the sword rang for seventy times, it turned into a aura so quickly.
"Ding."
Xiao Xujun's sword accurately cut the magic weapon.
Then, the magic weapon with strange power flew backwards.
Qingfeng looked painful and shouted, "Little Junior Brother, don't use all your strength. Fifty rings of sword aura are enough."
Xujun laughed at the side.
This medium-grade magic weapon didn't seem to be as difficult to deal with as imagined.
"Senior Brother, continue."
"Okay." Qingfeng responded and continued to attack.
However, this time, in addition to the magic weapon that could fly in the air, he also took out a few talismans, and sometimes tore them and threw them out in a sneak attack.
Each move would have a different effect.
In addition, Qingfeng would also release spells when he raised his hands and feet.
However, Xu Jun noticed that Qingfeng was very careful about the distance during the entire battle.
He would never get within ten steps of Xiao Xujun.
Thinking back to three years ago, Qingfeng could still swing his sword and fight Xiao Xujun for three hundred rounds.
Now, he was as afraid as a tiger and didn't dare to get close at all.
Xiao Xujun held the Qingfeng and his sword was as fast as lightning. Whether it was spells, talismans, or magic tools, he broke them with one sword.
The sword was really powerful, and its indestructible characteristics were fully demonstrated.
A battle between an innate sword cultivator and an orthodox cultivator made Xu Jun dazzled and intoxicated.
At this point, he finally realized it.
The domineering and powerful sword chirping of seventy times.
This is a terrifying force that can resist all kinds of means in the middle stage of Qi training, and even Qingfeng in the late stage of Qi training dare not approach it with his physical body.
Seventy rings are already like this.
Then what about the hundred rings of refining the aura?
Xu Jun's heart was full of expectations.
(End of this chapter)