Mutations and daily

  life Putting the long sword across his chest, the tip of his left finger slid across the body of the sword, Ning Xiaotian closed his eyes, carefully felt the mental fluctuations, and fell into thinking,

"So, this seems to have The seemingly non-existent spiritual connection is the reason why Grandpa Jian was able to remotely control Jian Yu?"

  "It's just that my spiritual power is not strong enough, so all the connections are so weak?"

  Thinking of this, Ning Xiaotian increased his strength and used his spiritual power to The long sword was wrapped and did not transmit soul power.

"When Grandpa Jian controlled the ultra-long distance, he should not have used the soul power to pull, so how can he transport soul power at such a long distance?"

  So he let go of his hand, and the long sword floated up.

  With a wave of his right sword, the long sword fluttered around his body. The speed is not fast. The farther the distance, the more difficult it is to control. He felt the difficulty,

"No!"

Ning Xiaotian murmured and controlled the long sword to stop.

  "It feels like I'm flying with a long sword now, it's a little stiff."

He frowned.

  "And Grandpa Jian's sword is like being injected with life, it is very flexible, and it can control a very large number. If it is supported by mental power, even if he has cultivated to the ninth level of distraction control, it is impossible to achieve. Right ."

He held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and pulled it closer.

Ning Xiaotian opened his eyes and mobilized the pupils of the broken veins.

After careful observation, there was a mass of light that was as bright and white as a substance, and there was a bloodshot dancing at the core.

You Wu,

"Every sword has its own structure and texture, just like a human body, it has flesh and blood, bones and muscles, and the sword in front of me is just a simple accumulation of energy, this is still an unfinished work."

  Ning Xiaotian sighed,

"It's no wonder that Grandpa Jian wanted to throw me a fine iron sword back then, so that I could cultivate it with my soul power in the future, and understand the weight, length, texture, and structure of the sword.

It was this reason to be familiar with everything about the sword. "

  Grandpa Jian's soul power condensing sword is really forging a long sword, and I'm just building a long sword."

He smiled wryly and shook his head,

"Grandpa Jian can now be as flexible and do whatever he wants. Perhaps he has injected soul into the long sword.

  And this soul may be spiritual power, or personal will, or something else. "

  Ning Xiaotian guessed the realm, but couldn't confirm it, and sighed,

"I was too hasty. After speaking, he aimed the

  long sword in his hand at the incision on the floor on the side of his body and stabbed it, leaving only the hilt of the sword smoothly.

Although he really wanted to run the Samsara Art to recover his soul power, the bloodshot inside the sword body made him dispel it. The thought.

  Let it disappear naturally.

  He stood up tremblingly, Ning Xiaotian slowly climbed into the bed, the bright moonlight shone through the window, shining a large sheet of bed sheet, he moved to that position and sat cross-legged , quickly entered the state of cultivation.

  Not far under the bed, the white long sword inserted into the floor gradually became illusory with time, and then slowly dissipated.

  But strangely, the tiny bloodshot inside the sword body did not disappear, but instead He circled around in place, and then suddenly shot towards Ning Xiaotian's forehead.

A faint white light appeared, and the bloodshot was blocked. No matter how much he drilled, he couldn't get in.

  Just like him in his previous life, a single dog returning home, Blocked by his parents with disgust,

  it circled around Ning Xiaotian's forehead unwillingly, then turned a corner in the air, slammed into the three inches below Ning Xiaotian's abdomen, and quickly submerged.

  At this moment, a small white puppy licked his lips leisurely and ran in, jumped on the bed skillfully, and lay down beside Ning Xiaotian, his snow-like hair shone with silver light in the moonlight, extremely holy

  . Observation room.

  An old man in black robe was listening. After a while, he waved his hand to let the guards retreat.

  "Suddenly came to Gengxin City, booked the best single-family courtyard in the Rose Hotel, and paid the fee directly for one year. .

This shows that he is not short of money, and he only came to the arena for experience. It seems that the previous guess is correct, this person must be from a certain sect or family in the mainland.

"The old man leaned back on the edge of the chair and tapped the table with his fingers.

  "Having a soul tool, I bought a lot of metal on the first floor, and then I met the master craftsman Lou Gao, and was personally escorted out by Master Silong.

According to the girl at the front desk, she asked about hand-to-hand combat, and it seems that it was for the purpose of creating equipment."

  "In that case, let's proceed as originally planned."

The old man turned to look at the man standing beside him.

  "Yes!"

The man nodded and bowed away.

  "Gulugulu."

There was a sudden burst of noise in the silent room, Ning Xiaotian woke up leisurely, touched his stomach subconsciously with his right hand, and muttered,

"Why are you hungry?

Is it because you participated in the battle today?

Or because you practiced soul power.

Ningjian consumes too much energy?"

  "Let's go to the hotel for a meal first."

Turning to look at the sky, it was not too late, he shook his head and quickly jumped out of bed.

  When he came to the restaurant, under the surprised gaze of the beautiful waiter, he acted quickly and cooked five bowls.

  Then go back to the room and continue to practice.

  The next day, Ning Xiaotian got up early, and under the attention of the beautiful waiter, he cooked a table of food hungry and thirsty, then went to the Blacksmiths Association, was received by Silong, and asked about the situation of the gladiatorial arena.

  He was watched with strange eyes from everyone.

Sure enough, there was a reason why the ten-game winning streak took too short a time, and he had already broken the fastest historical record set by Tang Hao back then.

  "I didn't expect Tang Hao to set a historical record of 39 consecutive victories in the Star Luo Empire Arena when he was young.

Shall I try to break this record?"

Ning Xiaotian thought so, and was interrupted by Siyu who entered the door. .

  Lou Gao called him over, undressed, and shyly made a body mold.

  He couldn't refuse the tailor-made battle armor, he could only do it.

  Going downstairs, he didn't see any new rare metals on the first floor that could be picked up. He bored into the arena and had a fight.

This time the opponent was completely different from the previous fight.

He was ruthless and lethal with his moves. extra action.

  However, it is similar to the fighting style he is perfecting.

  Compared with the disciples in the sect who used to learn from him, they can only be regarded as playful.

  So he changed the direction of his experience, from simply killing the opponent directly to dismantling the opponent's moves.

  If you can dismantle, you will be able to fight back. If you can fight back, it means killing.

If you can dismantle all these offensive moves that are born for killing, one can fill in the gaps and change the bad things he may leave behind in the sect.

Combat habits, the two can also learn new things from the fighting styles and moves of these gladiators, and absorb rich combat experience.

  Of course, on the premise of not hurting his own life.

  In his first ten games, he relied on his super mental power and dynamic perception to predict his opponent's moves in advance, so as to find out the flaws, and then quickly kill them with his powerful physical strength.

This is his reliance.

  When he doesn't encounter an opponent who crushes him in some aspects, he can continue to practice in this way for a while.

  Obviously, in the end he won.

  Go on, another fight, another victory.

  Then it didn't continue.

  "It seems that his combat power is almost like this."

The old man said in the observation room,

"Let's observe it for a while! Seeing how easy he is, it seems that he is deliberately tempering himself in this way, and the possibility of hiding his strength cannot be ruled out. ."

  "Then it won't be reported for the time being?" the man said.

  "Well, let's see."

The old man replied.