Xu Jun lay on the bed, silently digesting the various experiences, skills and abilities from the little Xu Jun in the other world.
The feeling of harvesting like this is quite refreshing.
The only drawback is that after each upgrade, there is always a period of adaptation.
You know, every time Xu Jun went there, the other party had practiced for at least a whole year. A whole year of cultivation, experience and skills, instilled in an instant...
Even if it is just to adapt to this power, it takes a certain amount of time.
Moreover, as Xu Jun's strength becomes stronger and stronger, his adaptation period seems to have a tendency to gradually expand.
What Xu Jun is worried about is that if one day, the increase in his strength has exceeded the monthly adaptation limit, what should he do? It
is not possible that the power of the last time has not yet adapted, and it will be covered by the harvest of the next time.
If this is true...
Xu Jun is afraid that he will laugh out loud in his dreams.
This time the harvest is huge.
After the sword rings seventy times, every ten more rings will have a huge leap in power. The
current eighty-two rings of the innate sword ringing are probably unprecedented and unparalleled (as far as Xu Jun knows).
Its power is really hard to describe.
What impressed Xu Jun was that Xiao Xu Jun, with his own strength, was able to kill one person under the siege of five practitioners, and frightened those robbery cultivators.
One-on-one and one-on-many are two completely different things.
What's more, Xiao Xu Jun was practicing Qi with innate.
Xu Jun was sure that if Xiao Xu Jun's innate sword sounded only seventy times, he might not be able to kill the enemy with one sword.
But the sword aura condensed by eighty-two sounds was so powerful and invincible.
Whether it was a low-grade magic weapon or a medium-grade magic weapon, whether it was a first-level low-grade talisman or a first-level medium-grade talisman, or the spells released by those people.
In front of the sword aura, there was no resistance.
Xiao Xu Jun was able to show such a terrifying combat power just by relying on this indestructible and indestructible super-strong sword aura.
It was like a person holding a magic weapon that would kill anyone who touched it and hurt anyone who was hurt. Even if it was a turtle dancing wildly, it would be difficult for ordinary people to deal with it.
What's more, little Xu Jun is a sword master who is one with his sword and has a clear mind.
So, if I can gather the sword energy of 82 times, how powerful will I be?
Once this idea came up, it was like weeds in the spring breeze, growing non-stop, and I couldn't control it.
Xu Jun jumped up from the bed and pushed the door open.
"Son, have breakfast."
"Mom, I have something to do today, so I don't have time. I won't eat it." Xu Jun stuffed the dozen or so buns on the table into the food bag next to him, and then ran away.
Xu Ping'an was stunned until his son disappeared, and then he reacted.
"Stinky boy, don't take it if you don't want to eat it... That, wife, I didn't scold him, I just said, how about I go buy some more?"
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As Xu Jun walked on the road, he ate a big meat bun and sent a message on his watch.
He asked for leave from his class teacher Liu Yang.
Just a second later, Liu Yang's reply came.
"Okay."
Xu Jun was also a little surprised. How could Teacher Liu reply so quickly?
He was not peeking at the screen.
However, he didn't know that Liu Yang had already changed his name to special processing mode.
Whether it was a call or a message, it would be notified at the first time, and naturally it would be replied at the first time.
Now, as long as Xu Jun did not leave No. 3 Middle School, no one would care if he asked for leave occasionally, let alone if he practiced by himself and did not come to school.
Soon, Xu Jun came to the Thunder Martial Arts Hall.
At this time, Li Qiankun was already waiting.
"Brother Li, please help me." Xu Jun smiled and said, "I want to use the top-level training room."
"Okay." Li Qiankun didn't ask why, he took out the key and took him there.
There is only one top-level training room in the Thunder Martial Arts Hall.
This training room is usually not open and will not be open to the public.
Because this training room is not prepared for mortals. The only people who can use this level of training room are immortals.
The various materials here are all top-level ones, and it is said that there are also grooves for spirit stones.
Even if a congenital warrior wants to open the sky, the environment and equipment here are more than enough.
The door opened, and Xu Jun was about to go in, Li Qiankun finally spoke: "Brother Xu."
"Huh?"
Li Qiankun hesitated for a moment, and said with a stiff face: "Brother Xu, you don't want to open the sky now, do you?"
Xu Jun laughed dumbly and said, "How is it possible? I'm not ready yet."
Li Qiankun was relieved and left the room.
It is not a trivial matter for a warrior to open the sky. If the preparation is not sufficient, the possibility of failure is very high.
Li Qiankun was also a little worried when he saw Xu Jun rushing over.
But since he is not Kaitian, let him do whatever he wants.
Xu Jun entered the training room and immediately fixed his eyes on a puppet dummy in the corner of the room.
This is a puppet similar to the Tongren Lane.
However, this puppet will not move, let alone fight.
Its only function is to be hard!
The hardness of this puppet is equivalent to that of a physical cultivator in the late stage of Qi training.
When Li Hengxin introduced it, he once said that even ordinary top-grade magic tools would not be able to hurt this puppet.
The reason why this thing is placed here is to facilitate the cultivators who come here to test the damage intensity.
That's right, although there are not many cultivators in Zixia City, there are still some.
Thunder Martial Arts Hall sometimes does their business, and the income each time is quite considerable.
Xu Jun checked and made sure that all the camera equipment was turned off.
To be careful, he even changed the angle of the camera.
Then, Xu Jun drew out his long sword, the sword body trembled slightly, and a white light flashed, which was the sword force.
The move was as fast as lightning, and the sword chopped on the puppet.
"Ding."
After a slight sound, the dummy retreated a little, leaving a faint white mark on the dummy's body. If you don't look carefully, you may not be able to find it.
When Xu Jun first displayed the sword aura in No. 1 Middle School, he only condensed the power of ten sounds, and he had already cut the fireball talisman and the diamond talisman with one sword.
However, now this ten sounds have formed a aura, but it has not even scratched the puppet's skin.
It is equivalent to the defense of a physical cultivator in the late stage of Qi training, and it is indeed well-deserved.
Then, what about twenty sounds to form a aura.
"Ding."
A white light flashed, and the dummy retreated a little again, and the mark on its body became a little obvious.
Thirty sounds form a aura.
Forty sounds form a aura.
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Seventy sounds form a aura!
(End of this chapter)