Sang Luo took Chu Yanshu to retreat in Xihe Hall for three days. With the blessing of Dachun's ancestor, the breath in Chu Yanshu's body merged. .

On the first day when she came here, Sang Luo had almost recuperated the injuries in her body, and then, she found that she had faintly touched the threshold of the Nascent Soul during the trip down the mountain.

Although she had just broken through to the late stage of Dao Jindan, it is not appropriate to break through too fast, but this time she fought against Po Suo Xue, she really noticed the difference between Jindan and Nascent Soul.

The strength of spiritual power is like a moat.

If she hadn't forcibly reversed the ninth stage of the Changli swordsmanship, increased her spiritual power, and used the technique of reversal, the last blow would never have hit Po Suo Xue.

She wants to protect Xuan Yuanzong, Master and the others. If she doesn't have strong strength, this is empty talk.

And now she is too weak.

Sang Luo hit the bottleneck, time passed bit by bit, Chu Yanshu was not in a hurry to go elsewhere, and sat beside her to continue practicing exercises.

He is also urgently improving his own strength, because he wants to protect Sang Luo, and everything that Sang Luo wants to protect.

After about half a month, Sang Luo finally opened his eyes.

But she hasn't broken through yet.

Still short of...a sword intent.

Just a little bit.

She needs an opponent who is much stronger than her, enlightened in battle.

Just as Sang Luo was thinking, Chu Yanshu's handsome face appeared in front of him.

She was startled for a moment, then looked at him in surprise,

"you're awake?"

Holding the scroll in his hand, Chu Yanshu raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone raised slightly,

"I should be the one who told you this."

She has been in samadhi for more than half a month, and today she can be regarded as awake.

Sang Luo smiled a little embarrassed when she heard that, originally she brought him here to recuperate, but she decided on her own instead, feeling a little guilty in her heart,
"Has your injury healed? Has the Nether Fire entering your body had any bad effects on you?"

She looked Chu Yanshu up, down, left, and right, for fear of missing something wrong,

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Chu Yanshu shook his head, a pinch of faint blue flames emerged from his fingertips, smiled at Sang Luo, and said,

"It's okay, it's fully integrated."

Sang Luo read Chu Yan's book and said very seriously,
"Thank you anyway."

She owes him a favor.

If it wasn't for him this time, she might be in danger.

Chu Yanshu approached her suddenly, a smile flashed in his eyes, his brows raised slightly,

"How can I thank you?"

Promise yourself?

The distance between the two was too close, with the breeze blowing, his scattered hair seemed to be able to brush against the tip of her nose, his face was itchy, and the apex of his heart seemed to be itchy as well.

Sang Luo felt that her heart skipped a beat for a while, but she was not to blame, it was the young man in front of her, who was too handsome.

"Ok?"

Chu Yanshu had frivolous brows and a low voice.

Sang Luo recited the heart-cleaning mantra twice, then raised her hand and pushed him back against his face, and said,

"In the future, if you encounter trouble, I will protect you."

Chu Yanshu listened, and suddenly smiled, with a pair of peach blossom eyes crookedly smiling, as if hiding stars,
"Okay."

He said so.

Sang Luo turned her head away unnaturally, changed the subject, and asked him,

"You said half a month has passed, the first competition should be over now, which sect is number one?"

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