"Yes, Third Uncle!"

Li Han hurriedly stepped forwards, and for some reason, upon seeing Mo Wentian leave, Li Han heaved a sigh of relief in her heart.

Seeing Li Han coming over, Li Mo let out a cold snort and hurriedly healed Li Yuan.

Two hours later.

Li Yuanxin stood up with a pale face.

"Third Uncle, I …"

Li Yuanxin looked at Li Mo, his eyes filled with shame. He was a swordsman at the level of the sword, but today, he had lost to a swordsman at the second level of the Spirit Gathering realm.

Furthermore, this person was …

The trash of Eastern Sword City!

"This kid's true combat strength is only comparable to the 6th or 7th level of the Spirit Gathering realm, but his comprehension of sword techniques and Concepts is something even I am ashamed of. If he were to grow up, I'm afraid …"

A terrifying killing intent flashed across Li Mo's eyes.

"Even Third Uncle is ashamed …"

Li Yuanxin was astonished as he spoke, "Is this person really that monstrous?"

"Mhmm!"

Li Mo nodded his head seriously. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he definitely wouldn't have believed that a level two Spirit Gathering Sword Master could be so terrifying!

"Third Uncle, since Senior Wentian is so strong, I don't think we should become enemies with him!"

Li Han took a step forward and said in a low voice when he heard the two of them.

"Don't get into a bad relationship with him?"

Li Mo's eyes flickered as he said, "Even if we don't become enemies with him, he definitely won't let us go. Since that's the case, why not …"

"Cut the grass at its roots!"

Li Mo's voice was incomparably cold!

"Uncle!"

Li Han exclaimed.

"Han'er, Third Uncle is right. This person's attainment in sword arts is monstrous. If he can become a swordsman of the Sword Realm, then my Southern Sword City's Lee family will not be a match for him!"

"If he goes after revenge, then wouldn't my Li Clan …?"

Li Yuanxin stared in the direction Mo Wentian disappeared in, his eyes turning incomparably cold.

"Brother … …"

A hint of disbelief arose in Li Han's eyes. In the past, Li Yuanxin was her idol in her heart, but today …

Within the Eastern Barbaric Mountain Range.

Mo Wentian's figure was incomparably enigmatic. When he retreated to the outer regions, Mo Wen Tian found a safe spot and sat down cross-legged!

"Swordsmen are really strong!"

Blood trickled down from the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth, and a cold aura gushed out from his eyes.

He, Mo Wentian, hated ungrateful people the most. Although Mo Wentian had heavily injured Li Yuanxin with that earlier attack, Mo Wentian himself had also received a heavy blow from Li Mo's sword.

The terrifying sword qi entered Mo Wentian's body, frenziedly destroying his body. If not for Mo Wentian's strong physique, Mo Wentian would have already been heavily injured by this sword qi.

"If I want to contend against the Li Sword Realm, I must advance to the fifth level of the Spirit Gathering realm and above!"

Mo Wentian drew in a deep breath.

At the level of Sword Qi, what was terrifying was not only the sword aura, but also the mental state.

Sword cultivation!

Spirit Gathering trained in sword arts. Those with great potential could comprehend a concept in the spirit gathering realm, and that was lifting something as if it was heavy!

To move as lightly as one does, as the name implies, is to increase one's strength!

In the hands of a sword cultivator, a wooden sword could be increased to over a thousand jin. In battle, it was like he was wielding a thousand jin heavy sword!

This was the terror of a Concept!

Other than 'lifting one's weight as if it were light', there was also the concept of 'lifting one's weight as if it was light'. This was because he had comprehended sword cultivation that was' lifting one's weight as if it was light '.

The thousand jin heavy sword was as if it were nothing!

The mental state comprehended by a swordsman was only at the initial level. Only in the realm of the sword could one cultivate these two mental states to the peak.

It was said that one could wield a 3000 jin Darksteel Heavy Sword easily when lifting a heavy sword at the Great Perfection Stage. Once the sword technique was used, it would subdue all living things with its strength!

And a perfect realm lifting a wooden sword as light as a feather could also increase the weight of the wooden sword to 3000 jins!

If he could fuse the two …

Two hours later.

Mo Wentian circulated the sacred art within his body, channeling it into Mo Wentian's dantian.

The nine swirls revolved around the broken sword, inside the broken sword, traces of golden sword qi leaked out, and then merged into Mo Wentian's sword jade!

"My physical body is enough for me to reach the fourth level of the Spirit Gathering realm!"

After which, he immediately took out a bottle of Spirit Gathering Pills. One bottle was filled with ten Spirit Gathering Pills, and they were all poured into Mo Wentian's mouth.

If a sword cultivator saw this scene, he would definitely be scared half to death.

The Spirit Gathering Pill was a cultivation pill for sword practitioners of the Spirit Gathering Realm. A Spirit Gathering Pill contained enough spirit energy for sword practitioners of the Spirit Gathering Realm to refine for a day.

If Mo Wentian directly swallowed ten of them like that, there would only be one result …

His body exploded and he died!

"Use the Heaven-Devouring Divine Art!"

Mo Wentian let out a cold snort and circulated his spirit art. The four Spirit Gathering Pills were quickly refined and waves of spirit energy crazily entered Mo Wentian's dantian.

But in the next moment.

All of the spiritual energy was absorbed by the broken sword. After absorbing the spiritual energy, the sword qi that gushed out from the broken sword instantly increased by several folds, while Mo Wentian's cultivation also started to increase.

One day later.

"He's only at the peak of the second level of the Spirit Gathering realm!"

Mo Wentian shook his head slightly. Thirty Spirit Gathering Pills did not even raise one small realm. Nine swords were cultivated, and with the help of the broken sword, they would be devoured.

The amount of spiritual energy that Mo Wentian needed to level up was simply too terrifying!

"Although my current spirit root is comparable to a fifth-grade spirit root, this is still not enough. When I cultivate nine swords, the difficulty of my cultivation is tens of times more difficult than others!"

"If I want to cultivate quickly, I need to increase my Spiritual Root!"

Mo Wentian opened his eyes as a sharp sword light flashed by. An overwhelming aura gushed forth, so sharp that it could pierce through the clouds!

"Zhu Guo, I won't ask the heavens for it!"

Standing up, Mo Wentian bellowed and disappeared in a flash.

Three days later!

The outer region of the Eastern Barbaric Mountain Range!

"So it's the genius of the Mo Clan, Mo Wentian. This demonic beast was killed by a disciple of my Yuan Clan. You should leave!"

At the entrance of a certain mountain stream, four men and one woman stared at Mo Wentian, their eyes filled with smiles.

The four of them did not have high cultivation bases.

The strongest among them was only at the 7th level of the Spirit Gathering Stage. However, the seven of them stood opposite to Mo Wentian as they stared disdainfully at him.

"You killed him?"

Mo Wentian coldly laughed. The demonic beasts in this mountain stream were nothing but a small purple leopard. Because of this leopard, Mo Wentian's speed was pretty good.

He deliberately hunted down half of the surrounding area before killing this leopard in the mountain stream!

The cultivation of this leopard was only at the late stage of the first level, and its battle strength was comparable to an ordinary sixth or seventh level Spirit Gathering martial artist, but the speed of this leopard …

Yet, he wasn't much slower than Mo Wentian!

Mo Wentian was initially prepared to leave, but just when Mo Wentian was about to leave, Mo Wentian suddenly heard a voice resounding in his ears.

Mo Wentian suddenly discovered that the Divine Incantation within his body was circulating once again!

"Is there something special about this leopard?"

Mo Wentian examined his body as he coldly stared at the four of them.

The four people in front of him.

Mo Wentian wasn't a stranger. These four people were disciples of the Yuan Clan of the Eastern Sword City. The lady at the very front was the eldest daughter of the Yuan Clan, Yuan Sheng!

"Mo Wentian, it's your honor to be able to catch the eyes of our Eldest Miss!"

"You are just a piece of trash. If I let you kill this leopard, will you be able to?"

"That's right, this leopard was killed by our eldest miss!"

… ….

The four of them stared at Mo Wentian as cold smiles appeared on their faces. A trash from the Mo Clan sure was unlucky.

He wasn't torn apart by demonic beasts when he arrived at the Eastern Barbaric Mountain Range.

He had actually encountered the corpse of a late-First Order demon beast. However, now that the few of them had seen this demon beast, naturally...

Thus, it no longer belonged to Mo Wentian!

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