I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 183 Advancing to the Candle Realm (4000 words)
Hejian Club.

In a dilapidated small dojo.

Mo Yong leaned forward in a half-squat, stood on tiptoe with his left foot, stepped on the ground with his right foot, pressed the tip of the sword with his left hand, held the hilt of the knife with his right hand, and pressed the body of the sword against the top of the whetstone. Back and forth friction.

Sweat dripped down the tip of his bangs and slid down the blade of the sword. He raised his head occasionally, and looked outside the dojo from time to time.

When he heard a series of footsteps outside the dojo, he pursed his lips, stared at the sharpened sword for a while, and slowly put the sword back into its sheath.

"Mo Yong, are you there?"

A loud voice rang out outside the dojo, Mo Yong pushed open the door, and the familiar burly figure came into view.

"Hou Yong?"

He frowned slightly.

Since Xiang Heng and Qiao Tingzhu were defeated by the president of Bajian Club three days ago, almost the entire small and medium clubs of Kendo Institute have been shrouded in their shadow.

The students in the Torch Realm are all trying to charge towards the position of Tianshu Shiying. These top students are not in the academy all the year round. The president of the Bajian Club who is closest to the Torch Realm has become the well-deserved number one in the Sword Academy. facade.

Especially after defeating Xiang Heng, who was also at the limit of the candle, his deterrent power increased day by day, and he made another step forward, reaching an unprecedented peak.

Seeing Mo Yong's appearance of not welcoming him, Hou Yong didn't take it seriously either.

They are well aware of the reputation of the Bajian Society in the Sword Academy, but these are all innocuous aspects.

As long as their club head can maintain the advantage, the other students of the Kendo Institute will have to hold their noses and bear it if they are not satisfied.

After handing over a voucher, Hou Yong's voice sounded a little weird:

"Leader Mo, please keep this certificate. Our head sincerely invites you to attend the club meeting of the Sword Academy led by Bajian Society tomorrow.

Please pay attention to the time and don't be late. "

"Society meeting?"

Clutching the certificate in his hand, Mo Yong lowered his head.

He knew very well why this so-called association meeting was held.

Nine times out of ten, they want to use this opportunity to wipe out the remaining associations that are still struggling.

"By the way, I have to remind the head of the Mo society."

Seeing Mo Yong taking the voucher, Hou Yong looked back slightly before leaving:

"During this period, please don't teach others how to use double swords, or donate resources within the society. This kind of behavior will disturb us a lot."

"you!"

Mo Yong was trembling with anger.

This kind of attitude, he has regarded his Hejian Club as his own, and it would be unbearable to replace it with anyone else!

Hou Yong turned around and walked away, watching the back of the other party until he disappeared from the end of his vision. Mo Yong was silent for a long time, and slowly let go of his left hand that was holding his right wrist.

He unsheathed a small portion of the blade, and dropped it back into the scabbard.

Turning around and returning to the dojo, more than ten seconds later, the sound of sharpening swords echoed in the dojo again.

This time, the sound was a little more urgent and urgent than before.

……

Inside the Spirit Sword Pool.

In the rising fog, the boy sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Wisps of thin mist melted into his open pores, and after a while, Fang Qingran slowly opened his eyes.

"One hundred and one sword bone, successful!"

Excitement was evident on his face.

The efficacy of the mid-level area of ​​the Spirit Sword Pool was far, far stronger than he had imagined.

But the excitement didn't last long, he didn't care about the excitement, and concentrated all his energy again.

With the successful tempering of the one hundred and one sword bone, the spiritual fire in the spiritual seed in his body has also reached the point of being overfilled and about to overflow.

The spirit seed, which could not bear the excessive amount of spiritual fire, began to drip one or two drops of spiritual fire from time to time. Fang Qingran saw this, thought for a while, and no longer forcibly suppressed it, letting nature take its course.

puff~
It's out, it's all out, and it's gone!
The spread of fireflies formed by the spiritual fire continues to expand, and the scorching heat of the fireworks also rises infinitely.

Without any hindrance, the spiritual fire circulated round and round in the meridians. During this process, Fang Qingran's own body seemed to be thrown into an iron furnace, like a piece of soldering iron repeatedly hammered and subjected to the baptism of high-temperature flames.

I don't know if it was a second or a century, but after a long time, it formed a pinch of candle-like new flame on Fang Qingran's fingertips.

The second-order light candle state has been achieved.

The whole process of breaking through the Light Candle Realm, not to mention the slightest difficulties and obstacles, is natural and will come when conditions are ripe.

"I just broke through the Candle Realm?"

Feeling the changes in his body, Fang Qingran couldn't stop feeling unreal.

He originally thought that the Candle Realm had to be at least after the Chapter of the Sword had broken through the eighth level.

He never thought that just the auxiliary improvement brought about by tempering the sword bone would push him to this height.

A surprise, a pure surprise. ,

"In six days, the sword bone of 70 yuan was tempered, and the extraordinary level broke through the second level..."

The ripples in the clear pool water gradually became smaller, and when the water surface completely returned to calm, the figure of the young man stood out from it.

There was an unconcealable smile on his face: "It's so beautiful!"

Along with his movements, the mirror-smooth pool water couldn't help breaking away layers of ripples again.

The spiritual fire of the candle level traveled from the spiritual seeds in his body through the meridians of the whole body. Fang Qingran moved his whole body. There was no longer any water droplets on his body, and he returned to his usual dry state.

After a little perception, his eyes flickered with helplessness.

He seems to be able to continue to absorb and temper the sword bone, but...

Dipping the water in the pool with bare feet, his sword bone was still a little dissatisfied, wanting more.

It's a pity that he has absorbed all the energy stored in the No. [-] pool, no matter how hard he tried to squeeze it, he couldn't squeeze it out.

This feeling of not being able to absorb energy probably started yesterday, but at that time, as long as he squeezed hard twice, he could still squeeze out the energy intermittently like toothpaste that was about to run out.

Now, there is really nothing left, completely drained by him.

"Give me enough energy. With my current state, it should be no problem to temper all the sword bones in one go!"

Stepping towards the outside of the Spirit Sword Pond, Fang Qingran turned her head three times at every step, feeling rather reluctant to part.

Once he came in, he increased the number of tempered sword bones from 31 to [-]. In addition, the extraordinary level of the firefly limit also broke through to the early stage of the candle, and the harvest was not insignificant.

According to this progress, if he could come a few more times, wouldn't he have tempered all the sword bones and rushed straight to the flame torch realm?
Of course, he also knew that this was just a beautiful thought in his heart.

In fact, starting from refining the 100th yuan sword bone, he found that the consumption of tempering did not increase too much compared to when it was less than 100 yuan.

The amount that could have been tempered into a sword bone was filled in, let alone half, even one-third could not be reached.

The tempering process was extremely slow, and it was not until the energy in his pool water was exhausted that he managed to increase the amount of tempered sword bones by two more.

"I don't know, will the remaining sword bones consume more energy during tempering?"

Thinking of this possibility, Fang Qingran's heart suddenly became more tense.

The Tianshu points in his hand are only the newly obtained five hundred, which is not even enough to enter the middle-level area of ​​the Spirit Sword Pool.

"I need more ways to earn Tianshu points!"

He thought secretly in his heart:

"It seems that in Tianshu Academy, there are task posts dedicated to settlement with Tianshu points or various resources. If you have time, you can take a look..."

As for the other way he knew to get the Tianshu point by taking classes, he just passed it.

According to his calculations, to ensure that every class is in full attendance every time, relying on the Tianzhu point income of the class alone, if he wants to save access to the intermediate area of ​​​​a special building, he may have to spend nearly a year rain or shine.

Tianshu points are given in class, and proficiency is out of care for the freshmen and the weaker in the academy. It is too unrealistic to expect to rely on it to get rich.

Fang Qingran walked out of the Spirit Sword Pond along the road, there were only three or two students whispering to each other outside the entrance, the old man was shaking the rattan chair and gently fanning the cattail fan. Compared with when he came in six days ago, it was much quieter.

Returning the card and slippers to the old man, the old man glanced at him from the corner of his eye, but remained silent.

There was no movement from the other party, and when Fang Qingran realized it, the two items that were about to be handed back had disappeared without a trace.

Undoubtedly, the old man guarding the Spirit Sword Pool carried a space storage item with him, and it was a very advanced one.

"Even those in charge of security can be equipped with advanced space storage items..."

Fang Qingran was extremely envious of the wealth and power of Tianshu Academy.

He feels that returning to his alma mater as a security guard after graduation seems to be a good choice.

"Here, here is your reward."

He heard the communication of the three people on the other side, and he looked for the sound, and one of the young people excitedly counted the balance of Tianshu points displayed on the bracelet screen.

He excitedly bowed to the man opposite, with a flattering smile on his face, trotted all the way to the old man, and said beside Fang Qingran:

"Open a primary pool."

The old man squinted at him, and while handing over the cards in his hand, he suddenly said:
"While you are still young, change your path, your sword has already been broken."

"what?"

Hearing this, the young man hurriedly lowered his head, pulled out his sword and checked.

"No?"

He scratched his head, looking puzzled.

The old man stopped talking and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Inexplicably, the young man muttered, and trotted into the Spiritual Sword Pool.

"See, as long as you are willing to help our Bajian Club, if you want to enter a special building, you can enter it as ostentatiously as him."

"I……"

Under the watchful eyes of the members of the Bajian Society, the other looked enviously at the back of the young man entering the Spirit Sword Pool, with a struggling expression on his face, as if caught in a battle between heaven and man.

"Bajian Society..."

Fang Qingran recalled the scene on the Yijian stage, and didn't take this matter to heart. He withdrew his gaze from observing the two, found a corner, and dialed the number.

Six days have passed, and he guessed that senior Mo Yong's injury should have almost recovered, so he can make an appointment.

Make an appointment, make an appointment, and have a conversation between men.

The phone vibrated, and Mo Yong, who was sharpening his sword in the dojo, paused, saw the number, and connected without saying a word.

The familiar youth's voice came out from the phone, and Fang Qingran keenly noticed that the other party seemed a little tired.

Just when I was going to have a brief chat and temporarily postponed the "Joint Sword", Mo Yong on the other side asked:

"Fang Xuedi, you are contacting me for the double sword technique.

Then come directly to the dojo of Hejian Club, just right, I have some time now. "

"Are you okay?"

Fang Qingran asked.

"It's okay, almost all the injuries on my body have recovered two days ago.

Now I am in a better state than ever, ha ha. "

There was a faint laugh from the other side.

Hearing this, Fang Qingran was no longer a mother-in-law, and agreed.

Putting down his phone, he went straight over without wasting any time.

After breaking through the Candle Realm, he felt that he was in a better state than ever before. He didn't need to rest, and his whole body was full of motivation.

Back in front of the teaching building of the Kendo Institute, Fang Qingran couldn't help but see a strange look in his eyes. Occasionally, one or two students passed by him, and the figures around the black stone tablet turned into a few.

In addition, he also saw that as long as men and women with giant sword patterns embroidered on their bodies, they basically walked in the middle of the road arrogantly. When other costume students encountered them, most of them lowered their heads and quickened their pace, and walked around .

"When did the Bajian Society become so powerful?"

Fang Qingran became more and more curious about the changes in the outside world during the six days he was in the Spirit Sword Pool.

He looked east and west, and took a step forward.

In a classroom in the teaching building, four or five young men and women sat around a table, and the atmosphere among them was extremely depressing.

"Is there really nothing we can do!"

A young man wearing a headscarf slapped the table angrily.

"I found a senior who I knew in the past, and he advanced to the Torch Realm this year..."

Another person spoke, and before he finished speaking, the other four people present all paid attention, and the brilliance called hope shone in their eyes.

As long as there are big shots in the Torch Realm, what are the predicaments they are facing now?
Facing the gazes of the others, he lowered his head and spoke weakly:
"The senior said, don't look for this kind of child's play around, because now he has more important things to do.

He said that what is happening in the Scarlet Wasteland is the most important thing to care about, and other small things can be put aside first. "

The look that had just lit up in the eyes of the people sitting around was shattered again.

"Big deal, fight again tomorrow, and I'll take the lead in the charge!"

The young man at the top patted the table, if Fang Qingran was present, he would definitely be able to recognize the identity of this person——Xiang Heng.

"However, Senior Xiang, the injury you left over from that day still has a relatively large impact..."

Qiao heard Zhu's lips move twice:

"When the spiritual seeds of the light candle limit pass the stage of spirituality and bloom into the flowers of the ethereal, the suppression on us is almost insurmountable.

Jian Ba's attack seems to have produced a kind of spirituality. By eating away the spiritual fire in the victim's body, it not only makes it difficult for my wounds to heal, but even forms a self-sufficient cycle, which suppresses and tortures me all the time. us. "

She was quite depressed, so she got up and went to the edge of the window, and opened a corner of the curtain.

When she thought that after tomorrow, the huge Kendo Academy would probably become a club like the Bajian Club, she couldn't help feeling sad in her heart.

Habitually casting her eyes down, she thought that this time she would be as fruitless as before. She looked all the way to the entrance gate of the Sword Academy, her beautiful eyes suddenly froze.

The back of the young man in a bathrobe happened to step through the door, and he didn't know where he was going.

(End of this chapter)