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Latest website: "It turns out to be the Semi-Saint Holy Intention of Senior Luo Xu."

Zhang Ruochen admired Luo Xu very much and bowed slightly to the Half-Saint Holy Intention.

Luo Shuihan's eyes lit up slightly when he saw Zhang Ruochen's movements, and he nodded slightly, appreciating Zhang Ruochen even more.

Not only is he extremely talented, he is also neither arrogant nor arrogant. From now on, he will definitely not be a thing in the pool.

Luo Shuihan said: "There are a total of 1,894 creeks, 325 small rivers, 64 large rivers, nine rivers, and a sea on this semi-holy map. The creeks, Small rivers, big rivers, rivers, and seas respectively correspond to the five realms of spiritual power. If you try it, how far can you go?"

Zhang Ruochen nodded, sat cross-legged under the scroll, and fully released his mental power.

At the same time, Luo Shuihan gently twisted up his white robe and sat cross-legged next to Zhang Ruochen. He also mobilized his mental power and stared at the Half-Saint Holy Intent.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

A moment later, the two people's spiritual powers simultaneously entered the world in the Half-Saint's Holy Intention, and came to a Ze country where water flowed through.

Luo Shuihan was like a white fairy butterfly, with bare feet and two snow-white crystal legs exposed, walking on the water, and accidentally walked to the center of a creek, just like a Lingbo fairy.

She turned around and stared at Zhang Ruochen standing on the shore. Her voice was soft and sweet, like the sound of nature, like a harp, and said: "There are thousands of paths to practice, but eventually the paths will merge into the avenues, and the avenues will lead in the same direction. ."

"Three thousand avenues, different paths lead to the same destination." Zhang Ruochen said.

Zhang Ruochen walked to the bank of the stream, slowly closed his eyes, raised one foot and stepped on the water. The sole of his foot sank slightly, but in the end he did not fall into the water.

Then, standing on the water with both feet, as if walking on flat ground, he walked towards Luo Shuihan.

Luo Shuihan nodded gently, walked down the river, and walked forward.

Zhang Ruochen quickened his pace and walked to Luo Shuihan's left side, walking side by side with her. He closed his eyes and felt indescribably calm and comfortable.

"Zhang Ruochen, your talent is really very high, stronger than any genius I have ever seen. Can you tell me how you cultivated your mental power to your current height?" Luo Shuihan closed his eyes and relied on instinct to ask Walk forward.

"I'm sorry, there are some secrets that I can't tell anyone." Zhang Ruochen said.

Luo Shuihan stopped asking and said, "Do you know what spiritual power is?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Spiritual power comes from the brain spiritual platform. The human brain is full of infinite potential. Ordinary people can only use ten percent of the brain, so mental power is only ten levels. By cultivating mental power, you can use the brain's The treasure trove opens to endless possibilities.”

"It is said that if an ordinary person who has not practiced martial arts can make the utilization of his brain reach 50%, that is, his mental power reaches level 50. Then he can use his mental power to break through the limits of human beings and become a saint. "

"Saints of spiritual power are more terrifying than saints of martial arts. Some of them can summon thunder and lightning, some can cast clouds and rain, some can awaken corpses that have been sleeping for thousands of years, some can communicate with gods, and some can predict the future."

Luo Shuihan nodded and said: "Sage of spiritual power is indeed more powerful and weirder than saint of martial arts, but becoming a saint of spiritual power is a hundred times or a thousand times more difficult than becoming a saint of martial arts. The spiritual power Cultivation, the further you go, the difficulty will increase exponentially, and every time you advance to a level, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky. Just like Elder Yue Jingchan, he has been cultivating spiritual power for eighty years and has reached the thirty-ninth level. If not By special chance, it will take at least forty years for him to cultivate his mental power to level 40. But, can he still live for forty years?"

At this moment, they walked across the creek and entered a small river.

On the surface of the small river, continue walking forward towards the big river.

The water in the river became more turbulent, and wind blew on the water, blocking Luo Shuihan and Zhang Ruochen from moving forward.

Not long after, they entered a large river.

The water in the river became more turbulent, and the wind on the water became more violent, as if it was going to blow them away.

After walking halfway across the river, Zhang Ruochen heard Luo Shuihan's voice.

She said: "This is my limit, I can't go any further!"

Zhang Ruochen stopped and looked at Luo Shuihan beside him. At some point, Luo Shuihan's entire body sank into the water, leaving only his unparalleled face still exposed.

If she continued to move forward, she would be completely submerged in the water.

Luo Shuihan said: "I will practice here. As long as my mental power increases, I will be able to float out of the water and have the ability to continue moving forward."

"Take care of yourself."

After Zhang Ruochen said two words, he continued to walk forward.

After walking out of this big river, Zhang Ruochen entered a broader river.

As long as he follows this river, he can enter the sea.

From a small stream to a small river, from a small river to a big river, from a big river to a river, from a river to the sea, people's vision becomes wider and wider, and the mental strength they need becomes stronger and stronger.

As soon as he stepped into the river, Zhang Ruochen's feet sank slightly, and the water in the river could already submerge the insteps of his feet.

After walking three thousand meters, the water reached his knees.

After walking for two thousand meters, the water was up to his waist.

After walking another two thousand meters, the water reached his chest.

Taking difficult steps, Zhang Ruochen continued to walk forward. Every step he took was very difficult. He could only move forward by using his full strength.

The water in the river is constantly tempering his mental strength.

When the water in the river submerged up to his neck, Zhang Ruochen had to stop and fight hard against the current so that he could keep breathing and not be drowned by the river water.

As time passed little by little, Zhang Ruochen's body gradually floated up from the water, level with his waist.

Luo Shuihan's voice came from the shore, saying: "Zhang Ruochen, one hour has come!"

Zhang Ruochen woke up from the intoxication of increased mental power, looked at Luo Shuihan on the shore, and said, "So fast?"

Luo Shuihan said: "If you want to follow the path of a spiritual saint, I can lend you this half-saint holy intention to help you. Of course, if that is the case, you must give up martial arts."

"If you want to continue practicing martial arts, you must leave the Semi-Saint Holy Intent now!"

Of course Zhang Ruochen understood what Luo Shuihan meant.

A warrior can cultivate spiritual power at the same time, but he cannot indulge too much in cultivating spiritual power. This will have a great impact on martial arts and is a taboo for warriors.

Zhang Ruochen naturally couldn't give up martial arts, so he walked towards the shore.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen saw a faint figure on the river in the distance. The figure stood in the middle of the water, as if practicing a sophisticated boxing technique.

The figure just flashed away. When Zhang Ruochen looked again, the figure had disappeared.

"What are you looking at?" Luo Shuihan asked.

"I really want to see a figure who looks very similar to Senior Luo Xu." Ning Xiaochuan said.

Luo Shuihan's heart moved, a strange light appeared in his beautiful eyes, and he immediately asked: "What is that figure doing?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently and said, "That figure has disappeared. Maybe I was dazzled."

There was a little disappointment in Luo Shuihan's eyes, and he said: "Perhaps you are not blind at all. It is very likely that it is really the shadow left by the ancestor, practicing his martial arts."

"Maybe!" Zhang Ruochen seemed indifferent, walked out of the water, and landed on the shore.

Luo Shuihan stared at Zhang Ruochen with a complicated look and said, "Do you know what level your mental power has reached?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "Not sure."

"Level 34." Luo Shuihan said.

Zhang Ruochen was not surprised. The last time the gods resonated, his mental power increased a lot, reaching the thirty-fourth level. It was not a strange thing.

Luo Shuihan added: "Do you know how much spiritual power our ancestors had when they reached semi-sainthood? At that time, our ancestors' spiritual power was only at level thirty-eight. It was not until our ancestors became saints that our spiritual power exceeded level forty."

"Zhang Ruochen, you are only at the late stage of the Xuanji Realm, and your mental power has reached the thirty-fourth level. In the entire history of Kunlun Realm, you are probably ranked in the top ten. If you give up martial arts from now on and specialize in mental power, you will at least have 50% chance of becoming a spiritual saint."

Zhang Ruochen naturally understood what Luo Shuihan meant, his eyes were very firm, and he said: "There is no way I will give up martial arts."

"Okay! The road is at your feet. What you choose depends on your heart." Luo Shuihan then said: "I will keep your spiritual power a secret and will not tell anyone."

"Thank you." Zhang Ruochen said.

Luo Shuihan and Zhang Ruochen withdrew from the Semi-Saint Holy Intent and walked towards the outside of the Divine Power Palace.

Seeing Luo Shuihan and Zhang Ruochen walking out of the Divine Power Hall together, the students who were waiting outside the hall all showed envy and jealousy in their eyes.

In particular, Yuchi Tiancong and Prince Huo Xing were so jealous that they stared at Zhang Ruochen, as if they wanted to kill Zhang Ruochen with their eyes.

The door of the Divine Power Palace was closed again, and the twelve students left.

Back at Xuan Zi No. 1, Zhang Ruochen was planning to enter the space-time crystal to practice swordsmanship in preparation for the quarterly assessment in two months.

With a "bang", the door of the room was opened with a palm, and Duanmu Xingling rushed in from the outside with a strange smile on his pretty face, saying: "Zhang Ruochen, Senior Sister Luo will take you to the third floor of the Divine Power Palace. Already?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "That's right."

"What's on the third floor of the Divine Power Palace?" Duanmu Xingling asked.

"Can't say." Zhang Ruochen said.

Duanmu Xingling's eyes widened, and he made an angry look, saying: "Forget it if you don't tell me. I originally wanted to tell you about the quarterly assessment in two months. Since you don't tell me, then I will Did not say."

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Sister Duanmu, I really can't talk about this matter."

Duanmu Xingling stared at Zhang Ruochen fiercely. Suddenly, a brilliant smile appeared on his face and said: "It's okay if you don't tell me. Then tell me, how did you cultivate your mental power to such a terrifying height?"

Zhang Ruochen pondered for a moment and said very seriously: "Talent."

Duanmu Xingling clenched her fists tightly, feeling the urge to strangle Zhang Ruochen to death.