Chapter 91: Magicless Sword In the days that followed, Master Nan, who watched the gambling trends in the stands almost every day, did not see Miao Dingyi again. However, Lan Qiaoyan and Miao Yilan would occasionally come every two or three days. The mother and daughter would not stay long. When they saw that the light spot representing Shi Chun on the map of mountains and rivers had not moved, they would sit for a while and then leave. The light spot representing Shi Chun was also easy to find. It was in a certain direction close to the edge, standing there steadily and motionless, as if it were dead. Feng Chi, who was covered in a cloak, was paying attention. Elder Ke, who was gnashing with hatred, also saw it and had the same guess. Those two were probably trying to hide until the end of the conference... It was dark in the cave, and the sun rose and set outside every day. Shi Chun, who had been sitting silently for who knows how long without eating or drinking, finally opened his eyes again, slowly ended his practice and exhaled, with a hint of joy in his eyes. If cultivation could be described by capacity, he felt that a bucket of high-level martial arts master was probably filled with about one-third of water. This was the result of absorbing Sun Shigang's magic flame while cultivating. Such progress was incredibly fast, and it was no exaggeration to say that it was advancing by leaps and bounds. Especially for someone like him whose cultivation had been stuck for two or three years, he was truly ecstatic in his heart. However, this method of cultivation has both obvious disadvantages and advantages. It requires constant search for demonic energy to absorb. Once the source of demonic energy is gone, cultivation will fall into the dilemma of stagnation. He subconsciously thought of Xiang Lan'er, who was still easy to take action against, but after a change of mind, he rejected it. If he absorbed Xiang Lan'er, it would be easy to cut off the connection with the Demonic Path, and he would not be able to follow the clues, which would be equivalent to cutting off his resources for subsequent practice.

What's more, Lan'er's cultivation is not high. Judging from the size and strength of the magic flame in his body, he should not be as good as Sun Shigang. His cultivation in the minor success realm was only less than one third complete. In other words, he needed at least two or three more magic cultivators of Sun Shigang's level to help him break through to the upper success realm. A mere Lan'er was not enough. He thought of Feng Chi. Well, his cultivation was not weak, so he was a good target. He thought of Elder Xia Fuli from Wukang Mountain, who was a master in the realm of personal immortality. If he was also a demon cultivator with demonic flames, he would be drooling with envy. No, he had to find a chance to open his right eye and take a look at Elder Xia. When I was fantasizing about the beautiful things, I suddenly realized that something was wrong. As a person of the devil's way, why did I always want to attack people of the same way? Isn't this a bit unkind? There was another thing that puzzled him. According to Sun Shigang, only those who practiced magic skills had magic energy. Why didn't he have magic energy? Wasn't he practicing magic skills? Was he a righteous person? Just when he had a slight sense of identity confusion, he suddenly felt that he was overthinking. Based on the experience of Feng Chi and the others, it should be impossible that he was wrong. Moreover, his own martial arts did indeed like demonic energy. How could a righteous person like demonic energy? That would be too outrageous. He would go back and ask Xiang Lan'er and the others for the truth. After sorting out his cultivation, he reached out to touch the knife beside him and muttered to himself, "With my high martial arts skills, I should be able to unleash the power of the 'Demonless Knife'. Why does this name feel a little wrong? Could it be that I didn't read enough and misunderstood it?" The feeling of identity confusion that I had just let go of started to resurface in my heart. Finally, he pushed him down again. He stood up with the knife in his hand and rushed towards the cave entrance. As he rushed forward, he drew his sword from its sheath with a swish and slashed at the stone wall beside the cave entrance. In the canyon, there is a large weathered stone pillar, about ten feet high and ten feet wide. Wu Jinliang, who had taken off his coat and was only wearing his underwear, was sitting up there basking in the sun, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his belly was exposed. The sun's rays didn't shine into the canyon for long. In a place where no one was around, Wu Jinliang still liked the feeling of being free. Wearing nice clothes was certainly decent, but it was not as comfortable as wearing clothes in the Exile Land. At least for now, he was more accustomed to the feeling of being free in the Exile Land. It would be very boring for a person to wait outside for too long. As a Dharma protector, he could neither enter the state of meditation nor run around. So, opening his five fingers and looking at the sun through the fingers was a worthwhile way to kill time. There was only the sound of the wind in the canyon, and suddenly there was an unusual noise in the wind. He turned his head and looked towards the half-closed cave entrance, and there seemed to be an unusual noise inside. Bang! The stone wall next to the cave entrance suddenly exploded, and there was a loud bang almost at the same time. Rocks were flying everywhere, and he lifted up the big knife that was as big as a bed board and held it in front of him to block them. He blocked a few rocks with a clang, and when he took a look, he saw a figure rushing out from the flying rocks. Shi Chun came out of the hole and landed on the ground. He looked at the blade in his hand, then turned back to look at the hole where smoke and dust were rising. Just then, a gust of wind came and blew away the smoke and dust. Wu Jinliang jumped in front of him barefoot with a knife in hand. The clothes that were pressed under his buttocks on the stone pier were blown away by the wind. He quickly dropped the knife and chased after the clothes. He pulled the clothes and put them on while coming back to ask, "Have you come out? I'm so bored that I'm about to lay an egg." Shi Chun nodded and asked, "How long have I been in seclusion?"

Wu Jinda was surprised and said, "Twenty-four days, not a single day is wrong. I counted the days on my fingers. Add the half month we hid before, a total of thirty-nine days, and add that day, a total of forty days. The three-month meteor shower event, we have been hiding for more than a month, and we still want to grab the first place, is it too late?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he started to speak in a burst of words, which showed that he was really exhausted. After putting on his clothes, he turned around to look for his shoes. His shoes were gone, so he looked up and remembered that his shoes were also on the big stone pier. He turned around and jumped up again, put on his shoes and socks, and jumped down again. Shi Chun's response was, "Pick up your knife and take my knife." Wu Jinliang was puzzled, "What?" Shi Chun: "Before, my cultivation was not enough to bring out the power of my swordsmanship. Let's see how it works now." Wu Jinliang grinned, "The martial arts you practiced are okay for the tricks, but as for the swordsmanship, it's not that I despise you, your moves are really not that good, not as good as my 'Danghai Knife'." He bent down to pick up the knife, swung it with one arm, and carried it on his shoulder, saying domineeringly: "Come on." Shi Chun waved his hand and threw away the scabbard. According to the incantation, he silently applied his skills to the sword. Suddenly, he rushed to Wu Jinliang with the sword in his hand. He swung his arm and made a slashing move with the sword, slashing it diagonally from bottom to top. Wu Jinliang laughed strangely, then let go and the knife came down like a dam. Bang! A metallic roar sounded, sweeping across the canyon. Wu Jinliang could no longer laugh. He quickly stepped back, shaking the hand that was holding the knife. As for the knife, it had disappeared, flying into the air, and fell down several feet behind him with a bang. He stopped and looked back at the fallen knife, then looked back at Shi Chun in front of him, shaking his numb hands, and asked in surprise: "What the hell, what is your current cultivation level?" If they were both at the minor success level of high martial arts, it was impossible for their sword to be knocked away by such a head-on collision, nor was it likely that they would be knocked to the point where they could not even hold the sword steadily. Not only did his huge sword fall out of his hand, but it also flew so far away. He found it hard to believe that this was the power of a move from someone of the same level of cultivation. After the numbness in his hand passed, a tearing pain came back. He looked down and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. There was actually a crack on his palm. Although it was not big, it made him even more surprised and suspicious. Shi Chun said: "What realm are you talking about?" Wu Jinliang nodded. That's right. They had just broken through not long ago, so they must still be in the minor success stage. He immediately jumped to the back and picked up the knife, then ran back with the knife, shouting, "I was careless just now. I only used 60% of my strength. Come on, come on, let's do it again." Shi Chun pondered and said, "Sixty percent of the force? I don't know how powerful it is, so I didn't dare to use too much force when testing the knife, so I only used thirty percent of the force." "..." Wu Jinliang was stunned. He looked down at the crack on his palm and asked in surprise, "Chuntian, are you pretending? Are you pretending?" Shi Chun asked back: "How did you feel when you took my blow just now?" He really didn't know how powerful his swordsmanship was. The technique he practiced only told him how to practice it, but didn't tell him how powerful it was. His uncle, who taught him the technique, had never reached a high level of martial arts himself and had no way of telling him about it. Now he could only figure it out on his own. After being asked this question, Wu Jinliang thought about the feeling just now and exclaimed, "Now that you mention it, something seems to be wrong just now. It really doesn't feel like the impact force of a weapon collision. How should I put it? I can't describe it. It's like an explosion... Yes, it's the feeling of a huge force suddenly exploding on my sword." "Explode, explode..." Shi Chun muttered to himself for a while, then turned his head and dodged to a relatively flat stone wall in the canyon. Before activating his skills, he used his blood energy to trigger the rotation of purple cloud-like mist. After the power of his right eye was activated, he officially used the Demon Bathing Technique to control the knife in his hand. When his two eyes were in sync, he suddenly saw a green mist covering the entire blade. How could a green mist come out of his body? He subconsciously looked down at his body and was immediately attracted by the strange phenomenon in his dantian. He saw a faint green lotus light in the mist. It was not the devil's flame, but a green lotus. What the hell? No one could tell him the answer. Wu Jinliang had no idea what he was hesitating about. He had just taken a few steps when he saw Shi Chun rush out, holding the knife high in both hands and slashing wildly at the stone wall of the canyon. Boom! There was a blast like thunder from the sky, and a large area of ​​the stone wall suddenly exploded, and countless broken stones flew everywhere. "Damn it..." Wu Jinliang screamed in surprise. Fortunately, he had defensive weapons with him. He quickly blocked his head with a big knife that was as big as a bed board. He shrank his body under the knife, and then he heard all kinds of crashing sounds. The big knife board was also shaking with bangs. When the noise stopped, he carefully stuck his head out from behind the knife to take a look. He was dumbfounded when he saw the situation on the cliff. He saw that a hole as big as a house had been blown out on the cliff. The hole was covered with cracks and occasionally there were scattered pieces of debris falling.

Was it caused by a knife? This somewhat overturned his concept. The damaged surface caused by a knife should not be like this. He could understand if it was caused by a fist. (End of this chapter)