You have a good chance, I accept it.

So he knew what Suixin was thinking.

But you can't do this. No one can bear the price.

This is why no one dares to break the rules no matter how chaotic the situation is.

"The little monk knows which one is lighter and which is more important."

He nodded casually and said softly.

The four of them took a deep look at Zixiao City below, then turned and left, going to the battlefield that belonged to them.

"Huh, all four of them successfully survived the tribulation. The pressure on the top should be less this time, right?"

"It can definitely be smaller."

"Hopefully they hold on."

Watching the four people leave, everyone below prayed for them, while they continued to understand.

After all, while they have to deal with those stowaways, they also have to find ways to make their own territory perfect.

Not only have their journey just begun, they can't afford to lose their cultivation in order to deal with stowaways.

Cultivation is always the first priority.

At this moment, the entire Central Continent was peaceful and calm for six months.

No stowaways came to cause trouble for six months, which made everyone feel relieved.

Is it possible that these secretly changed their tactics?

"This sword is called the swan song."

In Zixiao City, Wang Xiaoer was practicing swordplay with a wooden sword. The wooden sword danced like a tiger in his hands. At first glance, it looked like that.

"Xiao Er, you have to remember that swords have their own emotions. This wooden sword has been with you for a long time, and it also has its own emotions."

"Don't treat the sword as a tool, treat it as your friend, comrade-in-arms, Taoist companion, and companion, so that you can resonate with it."

"When you dance with a sword like this, what you are dancing is not a sword, but a weapon. As for the weapon, it will be the same as anything you hold."

"It can be anything in your hand, but it is not a sword. What you have to do is to turn it into a sword in your hand and a sword in your heart."

At this time, in front of Wang Xiaoer, a young man carrying a long sword said with a smile.

"Emotions? Why can't I feel them?"

Wang Xiaoer touched his nose and looked at the wooden sword in his hand with a confused expression. This was the first time he heard that swords also have their own emotions.

"You must comprehend carefully and with your heart, instead of just dancing around with a sword. In this way, no matter how many times you practice, you will not make any progress."

The young man stood up, smiled, touched Wang Xiaoer's hair and walked away.

"Perceive? Feel with your heart?"

Wang Xiaoer was stunned when he looked at the wooden sword in his hand. Unknowingly, his nose had stretched three feet long...

…

"Phew, I had a good sleep this time."

In a dark secret room, Ye Lin opened his eyes and stretched hard. He had never slept since he entered the world of cultivation.

And this sleep was so comfortable.

After finishing, Ye Lin looked around with his eyes. He was in a small secret room. The walls all around were black, and mysterious runes were carved on the black walls.

There was nothing on display in the small secret room, except for the small bed under my butt.

"Hiss, eight months have passed, almost nine months. I slept a bit long."

Ye Lin pinched his fingers and took a deep breath. He had been sleeping for nine months.

Although it would take tens of thousands of years for a true immortal to take a nap, but it doesn’t matter when it is. During the period when I fell asleep, the stowaway must have come again, right?

I don’t know what’s going on outside.