Devour evolution from a knife

Li Mu was exhausted after his strength was promoted to the fourth rank.

"Speed ​​is flawed!"

Li Mu sighed. With the improvement of his strength, he felt more and more this kind of emotion. Even after he saw his own, if in the not-too-distant future, he was upgraded to a magic weapon or a treasure weapon, then the ghost would have no effect at all. , that ghost soldier, the speed of the ghost general is simply unmatched by him.

Ever since I got to know ghost-level ghosts like Shuangshuang Xiaozhuang, their outrageous speed has really given me a headache.

"I need to devour the monk's true essence."

Li Mu deeply understands this point, only by devouring the true essence of the monks to strengthen the soul body, and then practicing Xuanyin Jue to increase the soul power, the two-pronged approach is the kingly way.

But where do you go to find kind-hearted monks, they will never send them to your door. After all, there are not many monks who have never seen the world like Han Kong. If you have a mortal weapon like him, you won't pay too much attention to it. A mortal weapon is just the lowest magic weapon.

Can't the soul go out of the body and ask for it directly?That's just doing death. Once the monks find that the magic weapon below the fairy weapon has the spirit of the weapon, they will definitely sell it. There are special organizations to buy such magic weapons at a high price.

In the world of monks, there is such a phenomenon that the existence of rare life is known in the circle of very few people, and they will pay high prices to buy these magic weapons. As for the final outcome of these magic weapons, no one knows yet. Faced with rare spirit stones, many people are willing to sell them.

Of course, it is only rumored that Li Mu has a bit of such bragging memory common sense in Huixin's memory. Hearsay, I don't know whether it is true or not, but I would rather believe it than believe it.

With this upgrade, some issues have become more urgent.

Li Mu has clearly thought about many long-term issues. Finding a reliable monk to help him grow has become the key to quickly improve his strength.

"Murong Xue!" This girl's name appeared in Li Mu's mind more than once.

Murong Xue is a disciple of the Sword Sect, and her aptitude is not very good, but she is kind to Li Mu, her cultivation is not weak, and she has the strength of the fifth level of Qi training.

But when I think about it carefully, which beautiful woman is willing to walk around the world with a butcher's knife...

Li Mu looked at his own body, saddened.

Li Mu put away the Snake Formation and slowly walked out of the cemetery. There were no night buses in the surrounding small towns, and Li Mu didn't need to go to the big cities. The big cities were very regulated, and things like ghosts in the cemetery would be cleaned up.

After thinking about it, Li Mu still got a ride back to Cangnan. The bus was empty in the middle of the night, and the driver drove very fast.

After returning to Cangnan, Li Mu put Murong Xue's house aside in his mind. This girl lives in a quiet villa in the suburbs.

"Maijin Villas." The place is very empty and there are not many residents.

"Number 89!"

Li Mu looked at the opposite villa in the dark, where Murong Xue lived.

At this time, the sky gradually brightened, and Li Mu sneaked into the outer courtyard of the villa and hid in a corner.

"Let's test Murong Xue at night. Whether she wants to take me in or not, I will give her a fortune. It doesn't matter if I give all the items in the storage bag to her." Li Mu thought so.

……

early morning.

Murong Xue was wearing a slightly oversized martial arts training uniform, her eyes were tired, and she was holding a sword in her hand. She had been sitting under the big tree in the yard early.

"Xiaoxue, why don't you practice the sword first, do you still have to wait for me?" A middle-aged man frowned and walked out of the villa with a face of reproach.

"Oh!" Murong Xue responded lightly, and mechanically took out the sword in her hand, and a trace of grievance flashed in her big eyes inadvertently.

"Fighting posture!" Murong Xue's true energy was circulating, and she performed the starting posture of Jianzong's introductory sword art. The big tree beside her was shaken and dropped a few yellow leaves. I don't know how many times I practiced it before With current proficiency.

"Stop!" The middle-aged man frowned and said sternly: "Xiaoxue, how many times have I told you that the practice of basic swordsmanship requires firmness and strength. Look at you, you are soft."

"En!" Murong Xue nodded helplessly.

"Hand gesture!" Another flip, the sword came out, and the big tree beside him was shaken and dropped many leaves this time.

"The first form, the heart of the sword, my heart!"

Throwing the sword in his hand, he spun a few times in the air and fell to the ground with a 'plop'.

"What's going on?" The middle-aged man was very displeased.

"Dad." Murong Xue gave Murong Nantian a timid look.

"Do it again!" Murong Nantian stomped his feet, and the sword on the ground flew up and landed in Murong Xue's hand.

Li Mu frowned while watching from the corner. It could be seen that Murong Xue didn't like to practice martial arts, and even hated practicing martial arts, while his father was extremely strict.

I remember the expression that this girl hated mathematics the most. It's funny to say that Mo Rongxue's math test has never exceeded 50 points...

"Xiaoxue, it's not that dad said you, you see that you are like this every day, good sword moves, in your hands, all of them are lifeless and become empty! I think it is necessary for you to go to Jianzong to study for a while. "

"Deep cultivation?" Panic flashed in Murong Xue's eyes.

"Why, not happy?" Murong Nantian looked at Murong Xue solemnly.

"No...no." Murong Xue lowered her head darkly, and went to Jianzong to practice deeply. Each time it took half a month. Murong Xue had been there three times, and the taste was all kinds of sour, bitter and spicy. Murong Xue did not dare to disobey.

"If you don't like it, just say it, I won't force you." Murong Nantian kept his face serious, and he firmly believed in his heart that he was the best father in the world.

"No...no!" Murong Xue replied in a low voice.

"Xiaoxue, I hope you understand my painstaking efforts. In this world, only by strengthening yourself can you have capital." Murong Nantian said earnestly.

"En!" Murong Xue nodded.

"I hope you will fight hard for the position of the chief disciple of the Sword Sect this year, and help the company."

"Oh!"

"Don't go to that class, it's a waste of time."

"..." Murong Xue kept her head down.

"Let uncle and nephew Yang Qi take you to the mountain tomorrow, remember to ask if you don't understand, and ask your master more questions." Murong Nantian said.

Murong Xue nodded mechanically.

"Okay, practice sword! 36 basic sword techniques, practice [-] times in the morning, if you want to practice fierce strength, you must connect the sword with the real essence control, there is no way to be opportunistic." Murong Nantian put his hands behind his back. talking.

Then, Murong Xue began to practice one after another.

After working hard in the morning, I was also sweating profusely.

Murong Nantian never nodded his head, watched solemnly and silently, and finally demonstrated it himself. When the 36th sword intent came down, the leaves on the big trees in the yard fell one after another. A leaf is evenly cut in half.