Chapter 735

For a long time after that, he forgot how long it was. In a word, he was fighting with the white clay man day and night, resting when he was tired, eating when he was hungry, sleeping when he was sleepy. But he didn't know how long he could sleep at one time, and there was no change of day and night here, because every time he felt that he had just lain down for a long time, the white clay man would call him Get up and let him practice again.

In this way, day by day, the sword in ye Ziheng's hand has become faster and faster. Now the white clay man has made every effort to attack ye Ziheng at the fastest speed, but ye Ziheng can block almost every move. Even if he fails to stop the attack, he can avoid these attacks at the fastest speed.

Moreover, when attacking the white clay figurine in turn, he sometimes played a little more extraordinary, and even attacked the white clay figurine several times. Although it was a few, it was enough to prove that ye Ziheng's speed of progress

Ye Ziheng didn't know how long he had been here. He felt like he had been here for several weeks, but he didn't know the specific time.

But it should not be too long, and it's a good way to cultivate your martial arts and make your sword skills more advanced.

Until ye Ziheng woke up, he felt that he should have slept for a long time this time, because he slept very comfortably, no one bothered him, he woke up naturally when he slept, but when he stood up and I looked around, he found that the white clay man was gone.

Ye Ziheng looked around the empty space and saw a trace of doubt in his eyes. He wanted to ask the white clay man to come out, but then he found out that he had been practicing with the white clay man for so long, as if he didn't even know his name.

Just then, behind ye Ziheng, a man in a white robe appeared.

"Hello, son."

The voice suddenly came from the back of Ye Ziheng. Ye Ziheng was scared. He turned around and saw the man in white.

The man looks about 20 or 30 years old, with a faint smile on his face, looking at ye Ziheng, with a trace of kindness in his eyes.

Looking at the man, ye Ziheng was stunned for a few seconds.

"You, the white clay man?"

Ye Ziheng can't help but ask, in this space, except for the white clay figurine, he doesn't seem to have seen other people appear, so it is natural to regard him as a white clay figurine, a white clay figurine who takes off the disguise.

But the man in the white robe smiled and shook his head at ye Ziheng.

"I'm not the one who accompanied you to practice, er, or, to be exact, the guy you call the white clay man. He's not a man."

"Not a man?"

"Well, he's just a spirit. Have you heard of it?"

Ye Ziheng shakes his head. Lingbao knows what it is.

See ye Ziheng don't understand, so white robe man began to explain to ye Ziheng.

, the so-called "spiritual objects", refers to those who are born with certain talents and opportunities, and then add something that absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon for a long time, and finally has something to live and spiritually, or something that is strongly empowered by people. Usually, some of the treasures you see also have the chance to become spirits. However, the process is extremely long, which may take hundreds of years or even thousands of years at least. So many times, these spirits are often used before they can grow up. "

"Now do you understand?"