Douluo: My Martial Soul Is Too Competitive

Chapter 83 Choosing a Sword

After a day of special training, Mo Wentian felt dazed, as if his energy had been exhausted.

Yu Xiaogang didn't stare at him for the special training, he stood there for about an hour, instructed him to pay attention, and then left.

It should be for Ning Rongrong's special training.

Speaking of Ning Rongrong, Mo Wentian had never seen her use a martial soul.

However, after thinking about it, it should be similar to what I imagined.

Waving his sore hands, Mo Wentian came out of the basement, and as soon as he got out, he saw the figure of Xiaodao jumping towards him.

Mo Wentian held the knife in his arms, "Where did you go all day and night?"

Of course he knew that it was impossible for Xiaodao to answer, so he smiled and said, "From now on, don't run around, what should you do if you encounter danger?"

Xiaodao raised his head, as if looking at Mo Wentian, and then barked: "Woof."

Mo Wentian patted its head, "I'll take it as your promise, okay, let's go back, I'm a little tired."

"Really, this sword is a bit too heavy. It's not so difficult to get used to it." When Mo Wentian thought of holding the sword with both hands and carefully stabbing that so-and-so, he still felt somewhat resistant in his heart, and Powerlessness.

Mo Wentian returned to the room with the knife in his arms. At this time, Ning Rongrong was sitting in the room. When he saw him, he was startled.

"Ask God, why are you here, why is it so smelly, you fell into the cesspit?!"

Ning Rongrong frowned, Mo Wentian sniffed around, "Does it stink? Why don't I feel it? Did you smell it wrong?"

Ning Rongrong pointed at the bath room, "Hurry up and wash me twice, it stinks to death!"

When Mo Wentian was about to put down the knife, Ning Rongrong said again, "The knife is also there, how long have you washed it, look at its hair, it's all dirty."

Mo Wentian stopped his movements and carefully looked at Xiaodao's hair. It was white and beautiful, and there was no dust at all, let alone dirty.

However, I don't seem to have bathed it, and it does make people feel dirty.

Mo Wentian carried the knife and walked towards the bathing room. If that's the case, then wash it, it's not too difficult anyway.

Watching Mo Wentian enter the bathing room, Ning Rongrong waved his hand, patted the turbid air away, and said, "Why did he come here, the smell of blood on his body is so strong, how many salted fish did he kill?"

Thinking of today's lunch, Ning Rongrong felt that Mo Wentian went to chop the salted fish, otherwise how could there be such a good lunch as the salted fish banquet, and he almost didn't spit it out.

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For the next few days, Mo Wentian spent time in the basement, repeating the same thing every day, feeling a little tired and numb at the same time.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Mo Wentian did not explore the castle, nor did he doubt Yu Xiaogang's words. He didn't come to his senses until Yu Xiaogang's questioning yesterday.

Yu Xiaogang didn't make it so easy for him to control the Double Dragon Blood Sword, but hinted at him to forge the Double Dragon Blood Sword.

Mo Wentian took a look at the Double Dragon Blood Sword in his hand, now it is not a problem to hold it with one hand, and he can control the strength well, but is it possible to forge the Double Dragon Blood Sword?

"Break through the current limit..." Mo Wentian didn't think about it at all. If it wasn't for Yu Xiaogang's explicit reminder, he would still be thinking about experimenting with these people. Why?

After receiving Yu Xiaogang's reminder, when Mo Wentian looked at the Double Dragon Blood Sword again, he had already changed, but...

"If you want to forge it, is it really possible?" Mo Wentian didn't know, so he just said it casually. He didn't expect Yu Xiaogang to really take it seriously and think so long-term.

But can a kitchen knife that has already been formed really be reshaped?

Mo Wentian had doubts in his eyes. After two months of understanding the Double Dragon Blood Sword, although he could already feel its magic, but it was not so easy for him to fight it out.

Mo Wentian withdrew his suspicious gaze, "It's useless to think so much, it's better not to think about it, just try it out, and then you'll know if it works."

Thinking about it, Mo Wentian began to meditate, but for him, meditating was not an easy task, and he had long forgotten how he felt back then.

Time ticked away, and Mo Wentian lost his patience again, he slowly opened his eyes, and muttered: "No, it is almost a delusion to enter the hearth in meditation and forge the double dragon blood sword. "

Mo Wentian stood up slowly, looked at the people on the cross, since he knew the reason why Yu Xiaogang wanted to practice his sword like this, it would be pointless to stab them, there was absolutely no need for it.

"Today, let's stop here." Mo Wentian put the Shuanglong Xuejian away, turned and left. When he left, the prisoners became agitated again, as if they didn't like him.

"To shut up!"

"If you continue to quarrel, I will kill you!"

Mo Wentian's cold words stopped their actions, and they seemed to see a murderous aura that was gradually solidifying, and they were timid in front of this murderous aura.

Glancing coldly, Mo Wentian left step by step. When he came out of the basement, he saw the knife waiting for him, and immediately hugged the knife.

Just picked up the knife, Yu Xiaogang's figure appeared, Mo Wentian looked at him unexpectedly, "Master, you came in time, how did you know I came out?"

Yu Xiaogang didn't answer, and said straight to the point: "Qiantian, you can't break through the limit like this, why do you..."

Mo Wentian interrupted: "Master, I think I can do it this way, and I can't meditate on the balcony stove. If there is no stove, how can I build it?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at Mo Wentian and had to admit his words. Yu Xiaogang thought for a while and said, "Why don't I give you a stove and let you feel it for two months?"

Mo Wentian asked: "Master, is this really possible?"

Yu Xiaogang rolled his eyes, "It's okay, don't think too much, hurry up and give me special training, but after the Shuanglong Xuejian is forged, you don't want to come out."

Yu Xiaogang pushed Mo Wentian back, and Mo Wentian said speechlessly: "Master, is this really useful? I see..."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head, "No. Don't even think about it. If you don't forge the Double Dragon Blood Sword, don't think about it."

Mo Wentian immediately put on a bitter face, "Isn't it, master, if you hold me so tight, aren't you afraid that I will collapse?"

"Not afraid."

Yu Xiaogang's words made Mo Wentian unable to refute.

Yu Xiaogang said again: "Hurry up and go down to practice."

Mo Wentian responded, and Mo Wentian blocked the exit, preventing Mo Wentian from coming out.

"Boom—" the door locked.

Mo Wentian watched speechlessly. The condition for exporting is to break through the current limit and make the Double Dragon Blood Sword his new weapon. Compared with a kitchen knife, anyone would choose a sword.

(End of this chapter)