I make a contract with myself

After staying in the sealed space for a long time, Sun Yan had the illusion of returning to the abyss.

Every day I either practice or fight, but I am still the same as I was back then, I still can’t beat anyone and I am always getting beaten.

The world is so malicious towards him. Everything is thrown at him, and it is difficult for him to survive and develop.

"Ugh……"

Sun Yan let out a long sigh.

Lin Xiaoyu looked at him in the midst of her busy schedule and asked, "Have you recovered from your injury?"

Sun Yan nodded and said with a wry smile: "I think it's better to be injured, so I can relax more."

"You don't want your Four Swords of Zhu Xian anymore?"

"I...wuwuwu, Master, you are bullying me."

Sun Yan had a sad face, raised his hands and made hand gestures, while howling and rushing towards the golden-haired monkey.

In the dim sky, a small sun appeared, emitting scorching heat and baking everything in the sealed space.

The sun is rising in the sky!

He finally learned one of the Mingshen Sect's signature spells.

To be honest, controlling a sun to fight is not easy and it tests the use of the soul.

At first, Sun Yan couldn't control himself well and often hurt himself and his master by mistake. As a result, he was chased and beaten by her several times. Now he can play with the sun with ease.

Facts have proved that human potential is indeed unlimited, as long as the right method is used...

Ten breaths later, Sun Yan vomited blood and was slapped back by Wu twice.

The little sun that he had trained with great difficulty was being held in Wu's hand and being played with like a ball.

The gap in hard power is too big, there is no way to fight!

Sun Yan actually knew very well that he was just a supporting role, and his master was the output.

But Wu just liked to beat him.

They say that actual combat is the only criterion for testing one's path of cultivation, since he is the only warrior here.

Sun Yan felt miserable and in pain, but he could only endure it alone.

At the beginning, Wu was more interested in Lin Xiaoyu. After all, he had never seen a spiritual-level Taoist master before, so he could fight with her to his heart's content.

However, after fighting for a few years, Wu lost interest.

It’s not that Lin Xiaoyu is not strong enough, on the contrary, she is much more resilient than Sun Yan.

It’s a pity that Wu particularly likes physical combat.

In a fight, of course, every punch must hit the flesh to be effective. Every time his fists hit those magic weapons, they were too hard and he lost interest in them.

That cunning human being is a very good sandbag, and feels much better than Disaster.

The only shortcoming is that it is too weak and can't withstand three punches and two kicks from me...

In response, Sun Yan could only smile, raise his middle finger, curse and take the beating passively.

This time, he broke through after spitting out two mouthfuls of blood.

Warrior spirit level second grade eighth level!

After half a year of hard training, during which he was beaten every day to temper his body, he was only able to advance one level.

There was no way. Without the boost of the power of repayment and the training with the evil ghost mask, Sun Yan’s talent was just that, and he was just an ordinary practitioner with mediocre qualifications.

What's more, the spiritual energy here is not strong, and it is even worse than the spirit gathering array arranged with spirit stones. The environment is really bad.

After a long time, Sun Yan stood up and stretched, and a series of "crackling" sounds came from his body.

Before he could say anything, Wu arrived in front of him, raised his palm as big as a palm leaf fan, and slapped him on the chest.

Sun Yan tried his best to dodge, using the Phantom Invisible Step, and after resisting for three rounds, he was defeated miserably.

Wu stopped in time and didn't beat him to death: "You are still too weak..."

Hearing this, Sun Yan said unhappily: "Can't you just be patient and let me practice for a while?"

Wu asked back, "Is your sword ready?"

What I mean is that one of you must come out to fight with me. Now your master is busy, so I can only fight you.

Sun Yan turned his head and looked at the refining furnace in front of Lin Xiaoyu. The four small swords were all inside, wrapped in blazing flames. From time to time, formations were used to assist in hitting the swords, tempering them through repeated hammering.

It looks like it will take a long time to refine...

Sun Yan sighed and relaxed his mind a little, but he failed to suppress his injuries. His blood immediately surged up and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Wu didn't dodge and was sprayed with blood all over his body.

"Hey, what's that look in your eyes? I'm less than a hundred years old. I'm still a child!"

Sun Yan is confident and confident.

Compared with Wu, he is indeed a child at less than a hundred years old. Maybe in the eyes of others, he is just a little kid.

Wu ignored him, raised his hand, dipped some blood and put it into his mouth, tasting it carefully.

It has a bit of the same flavor, but also a bit different...

Seeing this scene, Sun Yan's scalp went numb.

When the human race was still weak, facing other naturally powerful races, they were no different from captive food. God knows if they have ever eaten humans.

Sun Yan released his spirit and observed carefully. Seeing that Wu's eyes were looking at him more and more dangerously, he ran away.

It’s a pity that how could a seriously injured child run faster than Wu?

"Master, save me..."

Sun Yan moved his mouth slightly, silently asking his master for help.

As for why it was silent, it was because it was just his subconscious action. After all, Sun Yan knew that he could not die.

Although the evil ghost mask is gone, he has practiced for so many years, and his judgment of murderous intent is even more professional than Lin Xiaoyu.

Wu had no intention of killing him, on the contrary, he wanted to help Sun Yan become stronger quickly so that he could have a good fight.

But this method is a bit too simple and crude...

It is normal for a warrior to train his muscles and bones and temper his body frequently.

Whether it's getting beaten, getting injured, taking drugs, or practicing martial arts, they all have the effect of strengthening the body and can improve one's own realm.

Among the various training methods, Sun Yan likes practicing martial arts the most, followed by taking drugs, and hates being beaten the most.

As for getting hurt, I'm used to it...

After countless battles, Wu has already figured out the way of practicing as a warrior, and the way He helps him practice is the beating that Sun Yan hates the most.

Being injured is not the most terrible thing. What is terrible is that you cannot resist and someone can beat you with one hand.

Inside, external spiritual energy poured in and ran rampant.

Outside, two slaps kept falling, making Sun Yan scream.

The scene of flesh being torn apart made Lin Xiaoyu feel heartbroken.

However, it shouldn't be damaged. His cultivation is indeed improving steadily, his progress is fast, and he doesn't feel frivolous at all.

In one month, the spiritual level reached the ninth level of the second grade.

After another two months, Sun Yan hurriedly called a halt.

But people just ignored him and continued to do as he pleased.

Sun Yan was numb.

I am just a little bit away from breaking through to the third level of the spiritual realm!

However, his own Taoist master's cultivation level was still at the seventh level of the second grade of the spiritual level, and his Taoist martial arts cultivation level was not at the same level.

If we do this, the losses will be too great!

Sun Yan tried his best to suppress his cultivation, but he ended up resisting for a month. He had to break through and resistance was futile.

Warrior spirit level three, level one!

Woohoo, my Yuanseed...

What the hell!

Where did the Yuan seed go?

No way, after losing the spiritual realm, is it possible that I can’t even condense the Yuan Seed?