Chapter 38

The Reiki storm continued, and Reiki kept pouring into Su Moyu's body.

However, due to the improvement of the realm, the concentration of Reiki in his body is also increasing. With his current absorption speed, it is not enough to fill his elixir field.

Because of this, the creation space has not been activated, so we can only let those redundant auras roar past us.

Although he felt a little pity, he didn't think it was a big deal.

Because from before, his mind was thinking about another thing.

When he was across the stone gate, he heard something and guessed that the final destination of the Reiki storm should be Xuanling cave.

Just a Reiki storm, its Reiki content can directly break him from the peak of marrow washing into the initial state of Reiki.

What about the Xuanling cave that has accumulated Reiki storms for several years?

If you let yourself practice in it, will you take the opportunity to break the environment again?

Even if it can't break the environment, if the creation space is activated, the profit is still big enough for him to dare not think.

Thinking of this, Su Moyu had the idea of entering the first eight of the great martial arts test for the first time.

But if you want to enter the top eight, you can only talk nonsense with your current spiritual and virtual initial state.

"Still not enough!" Su Moyu squeezed his fist and got up and walked back.

The mute son on one side was worried, so he sent him back to the a-room.

Although Su Moyu vomited blood, it didn't matter. When he woke up, he didn't feel any discomfort.

On the contrary, because of the improvement of the realm, the whole person's mental state and physical state have been greatly improved.

Especially the pair of 300 Jin iron boots, I don't think it's too heavy to wear.

He got up early and said hello at Cheng Jian's place, so he continued his journey of mountaineering to get books.

When he entered the realm of spirit and emptiness, his speed increased by a large section, and he went to the library in less than an hour. After stepping up the steps to the second floor, he found Cheng Jian's free book. Just wanted to leave, he saw that a group of people had blocked the stairs downstairs.

"It's said that our ghost sword's excrement elder martial brother comes to the library every day. I don't know what books he reads. Can you show us side branch disciples?" Su Moyu, the speaker, is very familiar. It's De'an who took him up the mountain at the beginning.

Su Moyu frowned and didn't want to talk to him, but De'an stretched out his arm and said, "why? When he was the eldest disciple of ghost sword flow, he didn't know his old friend? I still remember that a beggar knelt on the ground that day and begged me to take him up the mountain. Now it's good. I forgot my book after climbing a high branch."

The group laughed and someone asked, "senior brother De'an, who do you think is the beggar?"

De'an smiled and said, "Oh, I dare not say that he is now the eldest martial brother of ghost sword flow. How dare I say who he is."

As he spoke, he glanced at Su Moyu with his eyes. Seeing the other party's gloomy face, he pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I slipped my tongue."

There was another mockery around.

Su Moyu frowned deeply and looked around. He saw that all the stairs had to be blocked by these people. He made it clear that he had come to find fault with himself.

He knew that patience could not solve the problem, so he said in a deep voice, "come on, what do you want?"

De'an smiled darkly and said, "how dare I? You are a big man who dares to offend elder martial sister Jiang. I'm a side disciple of a small family. I just want to ask you for advice. After all, there are also fellow disciples who compete with each other. Even if someone accidentally breaks someone's leg, you can't blame him, can you?"

Su Moyu stared into De'an's eyes for a long time, nodded and said, "OK, I'll compete with you!"

De'an was overjoyed. He quickly stretched out his hand and said, "take the sword!"

Two swords were handed over. Su Moyu frowned when he held the sword in his hand, because there was a big gap between the two swords. What he had in his hand was an ordinary ordinary iron sword, which was only five steps at most.

The sword in De'an's hand seems to be the first level of lingpin. There is a difference between the two. This one has already lost before it starts.

"Please!" De'an obviously took advantage of it. He still had to pretend to be elegant and motioned to Su Moyu to take the lead.

Su Moyu frowned and felt a little embarrassed.

Because although he worships Chengjian, he hasn't learned anything except climbing the mountain these days.

Although he entered the realm of spiritual emptiness under the influence of Reiki storm, he didn't have any skill under his hand.

Now Su Moyu is like a little doll who has money but doesn't know how to spend it. If he really starts, he will suffer a great loss.

But in this situation, he is not allowed to retreat.

So he lowered himself, untied his iron boots and stood barefoot on the floor of the library.

This action caused a lot of ridicule and laughter. Someone said with a slight smile: "it's really a beggar's origin. Even the habit of barefoot is still kept."

Su Moyu frowned and didn't bother to pay attention to the other party. He took the sword across his chest and stabbed it after thinking about it again and again.

Looking at his poor sword, the disciples around him laughed again. The opposite De'an couldn't help shaking his head. He patted out a very natural and unrestrained sword and blocked Su Moyu's sword edge with the sword ridge.

"Oh, elder martial brother, why are you so straightforward?" De'an smiled, but the sword in his hand was never slow, and attacked Su Moyu one sword at a time.

De'an intended to humiliate his opponent, so he stabbed it with a sword. Even if he had a chance to win or lose, he would deviate the sword edge by three points. He only cut Su Moyu's clothes or left an insignificant wound on him, so they fought for a long time. Although Su Moyu was embarrassed, he didn't suffer any terrible injury.

It was only a burst of higher and higher laughter from all around that made him angry.

However, no matter how much resentment, the comparison of strength between the two sides is still there.

But Su Moyu knew that he didn't lose to his opponent in the realm, but only the moves.

But where should I learn this move in a hurry? If we continue to fight like this, our defeat will only depend on De'an's mood.

"You can't fight like that!" Su Moyu made up his mind and suddenly threw his sword directly to De'an.

De'an was startled. He pushed away the flying sword with his sword and said, "elder martial brother, the sword is not thrown."

Before his voice fell, he suddenly felt dark in front of him. He saw Su Moyu rush over at a speed far faster than he expected, and a bear hugged him.

The two were entangled together, and De'an couldn't make any more exquisite sword moves. A good sword fight became a wrestling.

Originally, they were in the same state, and their strength should have been about the same.

However, Su Moyu's footwall is surprisingly stable through the training of iron boots these days, so he throws De'an on the floor and scatters his sword.

"Asshole!" De'an scolded, jumped up with his hand and kicked Su Moyu's head with his left foot.

Su Moyu was also full of anger at this time. He looked at the foot kicked by Fei and raised his legs to meet him.

His legs crossed in the air, and De'an was kicked upside down and knocked over the bookshelf next to him.

But Su Moyu over there landed steadily.

"Legs... My legs!" De'an's shrill cry sounded in the library. When the crowd gathered around, he saw that his left leg had been broken.