Cheeky Sword God

　　 The **** sword gallbladder melted in the palm, and the majestic sword energy surged in along the meridians in Wu Chi's hand, like river water poured into a dry river bed.

　　 swallow!

　　 Wu Chi could feel that these sword auras were being swallowed by him at a terrifying speed.

　　 When Wu Chi refining the low-grade sword gall that he obtained from the dark auction, his strength was limited, his understanding of sword qi was also very limited, and he could only slowly digest the strength of the sword gall.

　　 But now, Wu Chi has already condensed his guts! Even if he is injured, the foundation is still there.

　　 The power of this **** sword gall, once poured into the body, there is no need to work hard to slowly refine it, directly directly into Wu Chi's body.

　　 A simple analogy.

　　 The original Wu Chi was a small stream. Sword Qi could only slowly merge into this stream. Once you were too anxious, not only would you not be able to refine these Sword Qi, it would destroy the foundation.

　　 But now, Wu Chi is a dry river bed, there is no need to worry about anything, just let the sword energy inject in.

　　 From the beginning of refining to the fusion and dissipation of the blood-colored sword and gallbladder, the whole process only took a small half hour.

　　 However, for Wu Chi, the really difficult moment happened to be after the power of this sword was completely swallowed.

　　 The foundation of kendo was damaged. Wu Chi’s problem was how to truly refine these sword qi and keep it in his body, instead of dissipating in a blink of an eye like the wisp of sword qi he had re-condensed before.

　　 This is also the reason why the drunkard genius doctor said that external forces have little effect.

　　 Wu Chi is like a water bag leaking everywhere. If the problem of water leakage cannot be solved, no matter how much water is injected, it will eventually flow out in vain.

　　 Sword Qi impacted in his body, like a ten thousand sword bite, Wu Chi's body suddenly tightened, and a touch of determination appeared in his eyes.

　　 This is a cruel test. He must re-condense the green lotus sword aura and reshape the foundation of kendo before these sword currents pass away. Otherwise, everything will be useless.

　　The so-called knowing is easy and doing is difficult, only by really trying to reshape the foundation of kendo can you understand the difficulties.

　　 In order to accumulate enough sword qi, Wu Chi must first forcefully seal these sword qi in his body, otherwise, once the sword qi is lost too much, he will be unable to support himself to reshape the foundation of kendo due to insufficient sword qi.

　　Because of this, this process will appear extremely dangerous!

　　 The body that had been restored under the care of the old man was instantly wounded by the sword energy again. If it continues, it may even be fatal.

　　 gritted his teeth tightly, no matter what pain he suffered, Wu Chi refused to give up.

　　 There is no regret when the sword comes out, Wu Chi is very clear that he has no retreat at all.

　　 If you can't help the pain, dare not face the danger, and let go of the sword energy enclosed in your body, you will certainly be safe, but once you withdraw from this step, you will completely lose the courage and confidence to rebuild the foundation of Kendo.

　　 Withdrawing from this step, it is very likely that he will never be able to reshape the foundation of kendo, which he will not tolerate anyway.

　　 Jianxin has no regrets!

　　 What if it is death?

　　 If you lose your Jianxin, lose this indomitable courage, even if you survive, you are destined to be hopeless. What is the meaning of living?

　　 There was a touch of madness in his eyes, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, but he still supported it abruptly, refusing to let a trace of sword energy escape.

　　 Time seems to have no meaning for a moment.

　　 Boom!

　　 In a trance, it seemed that something had exploded, and Wu Chi's mind was blank. The next moment, Wu Chi's eyebrows suddenly bloomed with a gorgeous green lotus.

　　The sword gall that has been silent, at this moment, finally recovered!

　　 In that instant, what bloomed out was the power of swordsmanship and Wu Chi's indelible kendo heart!

　　 All the sword qi in his body suddenly surged toward the sword gall. Once there was a place to vent, the pressure on Wu Chi's body suddenly lightened, the pain that was like a ten thousand sword bite slowly dissipated, and the already blurred consciousness became clear again.

　　 There was a clear whistle in his mouth, Wu Chi's whole person was already enveloped by a phantom green lotus, his sword intent rushed into the sky, tearing through the sky!

　　 Almost at the same time, the old man and Yuan Ziyi were alarmed at the same time!

　　 In just a few breaths, the old man and Yuan Ziyi appeared beside Wu Chi, looking at everything in front of them in disbelief.

　　 "That is... the recovery of the sword?!!!"

　　 After just one glance, the old man understood it instantly!

　　The green lotus transforms into a shrouded body, and the sword intent penetrates the sky. This is clearly the appearance of the sword.

　　Wu Chi Kendo's foundation has been worn out, and now it is naturally impossible to suddenly condense into a sword. The only possibility is that there is a sword in the body! At this moment, while refining the **** sword, the already silent sword was revived and the foundation of the kendo was rebuilt.

　　 In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts flashed through the old man's mind!

　　 Condensing swordsmanship with the mortal state, and swordsmanship becomes heavenly!

　　 This is the reason why Wu Chi has not completely destroyed the foundation of kendo after he slashed his kendo brand.

　　 is also his confidence that he can still immortalize Yan Pengxi, who is about to step into the Dao Stage Realm, in the realm of transmutation.

　　 evildoer!

　　 Such a person is no longer what a genius can describe.

　　 "Grandpa drunkard, is he successful?" Yuan Ziyi seemed to be more nervous than Wu Chi himself, and asked the old man excitedly.

　　 reached out and touched Yuan Ziyi's head, the old man said softly, "Silly girl, he succeeded."

　　 "The sword will become heavenly... the sword intent will not be destroyed, the sword will not be broken! After this disaster, this son is destined to soar into the sky in the future and shock the world."

　　 There was a touch of surprise in his eyes, and Yuan Ziyi clenched his fists tightly, extremely happy.

　　 "Silly girl, didn't you hear it yesterday? He already has a white-headed appointment." Looking at Yuan Ziyi, the old man sighed softly.

A little stagnation, a touch of annoyance appeared in Yuan Ziyi's eyes, and then he pouted, "I don't care! He also said, I am a little demon girl, so don't be so obedient! Whether he has a white-headed appointment with someone , I just like it! If you **** him, you will get him back."

　　 "……"

　　 was startled when he heard the words, and the old man burst into laughter.

　　 "Okay, okay, okay! What you said is a bit like that old guy, grandpa drunkard supports you! Our sons and daughters of the evil way, free from the constraints of red tape, do whatever they want, hahahaha!"

　　 Yuan Ziyi was so angry just now, he blurted out what was in his heart without thinking! But unexpectedly, the old man heard him, and even said bluntly to support her, he was immediately ashamed, stomped fiercely, shamelessly.

　　 "Bah, baah, baah! Don't talk nonsense, I didn't say anything just now, don't laugh!!!"

　　 "Hahahaha!"

　　 Seeing the little girl playing tricks, the old man laughed happily, even if he was pulling his beard, he couldn't stop laughing.

　　 "Grandpa drunkard, what are you laughing at?"

　　 In this moment of effort, the green lotus sword energy on Wu Chi's body slowly dissipated, he opened his eyes again, and walked over to the two happily.

　　 "Nothing, nothing!"

　　 Yuan Ziyi was taken aback, and hurriedly denied.

　　 While talking, he stared at the old man threateningly. There was a big one, if you dare to say it, I would die for you.

　　 "Haha, little guy, old man, I am happy to see your guts recover!" Reached out and knocked on Yuan Ziyi's forehead, the old man said with a smile.

　　 This kind of careful thinking between children, he naturally won't break, and everything is left to the two of them to solve by themselves.

　　 "I didn't expect it to be a real success! I would also like to thank Ziyi for his guts." Wu Chi said happily.

　　 "Bah, what is my guts? I don't have that ugly guts!" Yuan Ziyi said angrily after glaring at Wu Chi.

　　 "……"

　　 rolled his eyes, completely speechless to the little demon girl who buttoned the word, and simply ignored her.

"Good boy, you can keep it tight enough. Why didn't you tell me that the sword was born? It made my old man worry for so many days." Remembering that Wu Chi hadn't mentioned the condensation of the sword before, the old man was not angry. He hit a spot and slapped Wu Chi's head severely.

　　 If he had known that Wu Chi Jian was courageous, he would naturally not think that there was no hope of recovery. Even without the courage, he would still have a way to help Wu Chi rebuild the foundation of kendo, where so many things need to happen.

　　 "Huh?" Wu Chi was also dumbfounded when he heard that, "Does it matter if I don't talk about it?"

　　 He didn't say it before because it was unnecessary. He felt that the foundation of kendo had been destroyed anyway, and the mention of sword guts was just a sympathy.

　　 If he had known it was useful, how could he hide it.

　　 Seeing Wu Chi's expression, the old man immediately understood that this kid really didn't know the meaning of Jian Tiancheng, and he was so angry that he couldn't laugh or cry.

　　 There will be such a confused little guy in the world~www.NovelMTL.com~ It is simply unreasonable!

　　 But think about it, this little guy comes from a third-rate sect, and it's clear.

　　 This **** is born with mud legs and doesn't understand fart.

　　 But after another thought, I can't help but sigh Wu Chi's evil spirits in my heart.

　　 He knew nothing, but he was still able to stabilize his mind, regain his sword heart, and practice perseveringly in that desperate situation. How can such a firm mind be imaginable by ordinary people?

　　 But, having said that, if this little guy hadn't been so determined, I'm afraid it would be impossible to condense this legendary sword in the Transcendence Realm, right?

　　 One drink and one peck are fixed numbers, and there is no fluke.

　　 What's more, now that the sword is resurrected, this kid has passed this level in a thrilling manner.

　　 Before, all kinds of things were like passing a glance, so why bother?

　　 sighed and shook his head slightly. The old man completely let go of his mind and said with a smile, "I really want to kill you foolish boy, go! Let's have a good drink with the old man today, let's not get drunk!"

　　 "Grandpa drunkard, I want to drink too!"

　　 "How can you do it? You can drink like that, like a wine jar. Who can drink you if you grab it?"

　　 "Go to hell! You are the jar!"

　　 Seeing the two little guys bickering, the old man was in a good mood and laughed cheerfully.

　　 "Drink, drink all! To celebrate this little guy's recovery, let's let go of drinking today, and drink as much as we can!"