Chapter 97

Although I am a spiritual person, I haven't cultivated any spiritual skills yet. This spiritual skill is just suitable for me, so my strength can't fully stimulate the power of this mysterious spiritual skill now. I can also take my time to cultivate this spiritual skill and have more assurance of life protection in the future.

"Practice." after hesitating again and again, Lu Shaoyou decided to practice. Uncle Nan's words will not be wrong, but his current situation is different. If he is a child of the big family of the big sect and has a strong background, he can practice slowly and step by step, which is also the best for the future.

But I am different. I am single and no one can help me. I have a small Lu family, but there are still people in the Lu family who want to calculate themselves. Therefore, strength is fundamental. Without strength, every step is a cloud.

A handprint was formed in his hand, and a drop of fresh blood dropped into the jade slips. On the jade slips, a dazzling light appeared in an instant. At this time, Lu Shaoyou's handprint changed, a spiritual force condensed in his hand, and then injected into the jade slips.

There are some differences between spiritual skills and martial arts. It can only be opened if the aura is the seal. Martial artists can't practice spiritual skills at all.

With the infusion of aura, there was a brilliant light on the jade slips, which rose like a flame, and the shining light of the stone chamber was shining.

At this time, there was a tremor in the light, and then all the light turned into a golden dagger several meters long. The dagger shrank and became smaller, and the light became dazzling one by one. Finally, it turned into about half a meter. In the dazzling light, it suddenly split into Lu Shaoyou's eyebrows.

Lu Shaoyou closed his eyes, and a huge confidence appeared in his mind again. All the cultivation methods of spiritual skills have come to mind.

"The first level spirit skill of Xuan level, the sword soul skill." a moment later, Lu Shaoyou opened his eyes. From this message, Lu Shaoyou learned that this spirit skill is called the sword soul skill. It is to attack the spirit skill. This sword soul skill is to use the spirit power to condense into a knife, attack overbearing, changeable, and condense into a knife. The more solid the blade is, the more powerful it will be. It has the strongest power. It can wear everything and break everything, It's really overbearing.

"It's time to cultivate the blade soul skill, and there will be another means in the future." Lu Shaoyou said secretly. This spirit skill is extremely overbearing, which is what he likes. Even if he can't stimulate the strongest power of the blade soul skill now, it will never be weak when used.

Silently memorizing the cultivation method of blade soul skill, Lu Shaoyou plans to leave the valley after his blade soul skill has made a small achievement. No one will disturb him when he practices in the valley. As for Yunyang sect, he can't catch up with it now. He will find a way to go to Yunyang sect at that time.

One day later, under the mountain, a young man wearing a blue robe stood under the mountain. The young man was about 16 or 17 years old. He was tall and thin, his eyes were like stars, his thin lips were slightly picked up, and he raised a lazy smile. He couldn't see any childishness. Instead, he gave you a feeling of old age and autumn. It was Lu Shaoyou.

"Blade soul skill." Lu Shaoyou quietly stood in front of the mountain and suddenly shouted loudly. His fingerprints were tied in his hand, and his aura filled the surrounding air. In his right hand, a golden dagger with a length of one meter, a width of the palm, a width of the front and a width of the back appeared in front of him.

"Chop it for me." the golden light dagger in his hand chopped it out and smashed it onto the boulder one or four meters high and five or six meters wide under the mountain.

The sound of "hiss!" made a slight sound on the boulder, but the golden dagger collapsed and disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this phenomenon, Lu Shaoyou was stunned, and then the handprint was played again. The golden dagger in his hand condensed again and chopped it out again.

There seems to be no difference in result. Golden dagger dissipates instantly, which means that Lu Shaoyou has not succeeded in cultivating soul skill of the blade.

"Shit, I don't believe I can't succeed in cultivation." Lu Shaoyou was hit. Instead of being discouraged, he aroused his stubborn temper, changed his handprint again, condensed the golden dagger and cleaved to the boulder.

"I don't believe it. I can't cultivate you. Come again."

"Come again, I don't believe in evil."

"Spell"

In the valley, Lu Shaoyou shouted repeatedly. On a rock behind him, Bruce Lee opened his round eyes and looked curiously at the landing Shaoyou, occasionally looking up at the distance.

Half an hour later, Lu Shaoyou drank less and less, his face was pale, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted. When he was consuming, he was overdrawn. This overdraft would shake the foundation of his cultivation.

"It's really difficult to cultivate the first level spirit skill of Xuan level." Lu Shaoyou sat down on the ground. This soul skill is much more difficult to cultivate than the rosefinch formula. Although the rosefinch formula is very complex, it's easy to cultivate, but this soul skill is very difficult to cultivate.

Lu Shaoyou remembered what uncle Nan said. The higher the level of martial arts and spiritual skills, the more difficult the cultivation conditions are. Even if the sky level martial arts or sky level spiritual skills are in front of you, you can't cultivate them.

And he seems to be the same now. It's very difficult for him to cultivate this mysterious level spiritual skill. What makes Lu Shaoyou helpless is that he doesn't know what's wrong. If Uncle Nan is around, he will be able to see the problem.

"Power increases strength. I must succeed in cultivation, so I don't believe it." Lu Shaoyou gets up from the ground and is exhausted. He continues to cultivate after he recovers, so he doesn't believe that cultivation can't succeed.

Climbing up the cave, Lu Shaoyou knelt on the Lingyu bed and slowly adjusted his breath. With the help of the Lingyu bed, the spiritual power consumed in his body is constantly recovering.

After such a long time, Lu Shaoyou felt that the spiritual power in his mind had almost recovered. After this consumption, he practiced again. Lu Shaoyou felt that his aura had become a lot more condensed.

After climbing the mountain cave, Lu Shaoyou continued to cultivate the blade soul skill. He failed again and again and refused to admit defeat again and again until Lu Shaoyou was exhausted again.

It was late. Lu Shaoyou found something to eat in the woods, and then returned to the Lingyu bed in the stone chamber to continue breathing and recovery.

The next morning, the sky turned a little white, and Lu Shaoyou continued to practice at the foot of the mountain. He failed again, exhausted again, and resumed breathing regulation again.

After five days, Lu Shaoyou continued as before. After failure, he went up again. Lu Shaoyou believed that he would always succeed in cultivation.

Lu Shaoyou's fingerprints were formed, and a golden dagger was condensed. The blade was shining and the spirit power was surging. The golden dagger was obviously much stronger than five days ago. In these five days, every time it was exhausted, Lu Shaoyou hurried to practice and felt a lot of spirit in his brain, Even the condensed golden broadsword followed.

"Chop it for me." Shaoyou drank softly. The golden dagger immediately cleaved the boulder, which was visible to the naked eye. Finally, the golden dagger cleaved directly and heavily on the boulder. Suddenly, it carried a dull sound, and the sound echoed in the valley.

The golden dagger dissipated again, but then a piece of gravel stirred and dispersed. On the boulder, there was also a trace two centimeters deep, surrounded by several shallow cracks.

"If you make progress, you will succeed, and you will." Lu Shaoyou looked happily in his heart, as if he saw the dawn in the dark. This small progress represents that his persistence is absolutely effective.

"Go on." Lu Shaoyou's handprint came out and he practiced here. He insisted that he must cultivate this soul skill.

On the boulder, there was a dull sound, and countless gravel scattered. After it was exhausted, Lu Shaoyou returned to the Lingyu bed to practice again.

So the time passed slowly again, and Lu Shaoyou was completely immersed in the cultivation of blade soul skills. There was a trace of progress every day. A trace of progress was enough to support Lu Shaoyou's unremitting cultivation.

In the boundless mountains, two rock vultures flew by. It was the elder Baimei and his party who waited.

"Everyone, this is the central position of Yunyang sect. In two days, we will be able to get to the sect." elder Baimei said to the people.