The Big Winner of Cultivation

Wen Le felt that he might be thinking too much, but after all, this is a competition, so it's better to be safe in order to win.He quickened his pace and came to Lin Chengfeng's side, and whispered his worries.Wen Le also said that in addition to the advantage in selecting materials, the one who arrives first can also spend more time in choosing swords, and the chances of winning will be much greater, so they must arrive before the disciples of Lianhua Peak.Lin Chengfeng didn't think of this at first, but after hearing Wen Le's thoughts, he felt right, so he lowered his voice and told Fang Yue.The three brothers and sisters hurriedly told the other people about this conjecture, so the disciples of Yunxiao Peak ran wildly regardless of their appearance.

Although the disciples of Lianhua Peak and the disciples of Yunxiao Peak were on their way, they didn't want to get too close to the people of Yunxiao Peak, so they separated a certain distance intentionally or unintentionally.Although I don't know what happened at Yunxiao Peak, but seeing the people at Yunxiao Peak quicken their pace, they also increased their speed, and some of them were impatient and even prepared to overtake Yunxiao Peak's disciples.

If it weren't for the requirement that they must walk, everyone would have almost turned from a walking race to a synchronized flying competition. Even so, some disciples had already displayed their agility, flying forward in a beautiful posture.I saw their toes lightly tap the ground, and the whole person flew up like a bird with his sleeves fluttering. After drawing a wonderful arc, his clothes fluttered to the ground in front of him.

Wen Le was only worried about the amount of materials, and actually forgot that he could use body skills. He smiled at his senior brothers a little bit ashamedly, then picked up the fleeting image, and ran to the distance in an instant.Lin Chengfeng didn't want to be thrown off by his junior, so he also exercised his body skills, like a big bird fluttering its wings, and slid up lightly.Although the other people learned the body skills well, firstly, the speed of the floating light is the fastest in a short period of time, and secondly, Wen Le has worked hard on the body skills, so despite everyone's vigorous pursuit, Wen Le is still going all the way. Far ahead.

Wen Le stopped in his tracks. Before he knew it, he had walked out of the woods and stood on a hillside.Below the hillside is a clear stream.Under the sunlight, the flowing water is dyed a layer of soft pink, and this long stream is like a section of boundless silk shining with golden light.On the other side of the creek is a quiet valley.

Wen Le let out a joyful roar, jumped down the hillside, slid gracefully across the creek, and galloped towards the valley.

The valley looks ordinary, but Wen Le is keenly aware of the problem.This is not as peaceful and peaceful as what he saw. Just when he came to the entrance of the valley, his spiritual consciousness was suppressed and weakened by an invisible force. Heavy, as if turning into a weak mortal.

Wen Le felt a little uncomfortable. Although the lack of aura in the secular world would make monks feel uncomfortable, it was not as painful as it is now.When he was distressed, other people also rushed over, and they naturally found the problem when they thought they were relaxed.Everyone has long been used to having power, and now that they have been beaten back to their original form from monks, they are naturally restless.Some people wanted to go back to see if they could recover their spiritual power, but they disappeared instantly when they reached the edge of the stream.Everyone didn't know whether he was disqualified from the competition or Xiaoxi had a problem, but no one wanted to continue trying.

Fortunately, everyone still remembered their mission, and guessing that the loss of power was only a temporary thing, they calmed down and started looking for sword casting materials at the entrance.

Contrary to Wen Le's guess, the entrance of the valley is full of various materials in sufficient quantities, with names and purposes marked on them, so you don't have to worry about choosing the wrong one.In fact, Wen Le really wanted to take them all, but considering fair competition, he only took one.Now that he has no spiritual power, he can't put the materials into the storage bag, so he can only use a hair tie to bundle the materials and carry them in his hand.Fortunately, Wen Le only took one set of materials. If he chose several more sets, he might not be able to bear the heavy weight.

Both teams had selected the materials and rushed into the valley together. Fortunately, the entrance of the valley was extremely wide, and more than a hundred people entered together without feeling crowded.

As soon as they entered the valley, everyone felt that the world had changed before their eyes. The scenery of the original valley was covered by thick fog, and they could barely see that there were countless branch roads extending forward under their feet, all the way to the depths of the fog.

There are so many roads, and I can’t see clearly ahead, which one should I choose?Do they all go the same way, or do they each go their own way?

Everyone hesitated, but soon, some people started to try.I saw the man cautiously probed the ground with his toes, slowly chose a path to step on, and then walked into the dense fog without looking back.Strange to say, his figure disappeared into the thick fog, and the path he just walked disappeared strangely, making it impossible for others to follow.

Wen Le didn't believe it, he grabbed Lu Xiaoji and wanted to try walking together.As a result, when the two stood up, they felt stopped by an invisible barrier, unable to move half a step forward.Well, it seems that I have to go my own way.

After trying, everyone began to choose a path to move on.Lin Chengfeng looked at the juniors with some concern, and Wen Le quickly returned a bright smile: "Don't worry, senior brother, we will take good care of ourselves."

Lin Chengfeng felt relieved a lot, chose a side road, and set foot on it resolutely.

Wen Le didn't know how long he had been walking. His front, back, left, right, including the top of his head were all covered in fog, and he couldn't see anything. He tried to call other people's names, but there was silence around him.

Damn, it feels like being in Silent Hill, won't it be haunted soon?

Although the spiritual power was gone, Wen Le's right hand was firmly holding a long stick, ready to attack any enemies that appeared suddenly.He is also unlucky, he is used to putting the saber in the storage bag, and now he cannot take it out.Fortunately, among the materials he chose was a piece of ten thousand-year-old cold iron, which was hard and long, like a stick, so he used this for self-defense.

But then again, this stick is really heavy, and the materials held in the left hand are also heavy.

I don't know if it was Wen Le's illusion, he felt that the material he was carrying became heavier as he walked, it was not as light as when he picked it at first, it was so heavy that his arm was about to be pulled off his elbow.Wen Le couldn't help but stop, put down the materials in a half-squat, handed the cold iron rod to his left hand, and then squeezed his left shoulder with his right hand.Of course, he can also put down the cold iron, just to prevent sneak attacks, he is more at ease holding a weapon.

Wen Le rubbed his shoulders and arms lightly, feeling soreness and tingling. He stretched his arms and picked up the materials with his right hand instead.

After walking a few hundred steps, Wen Le's right hand felt sore and weak, his fingers could no longer catch the cloth, and the material package fell to the ground, making a loud clang.

Wen Le sat on the ground facelessly, with the iron rod placed in front of his knees, his breathing became heavy and rapid, obviously his body was exhausted to the extreme.

What should I do if I don't know how far I will go to my destination, or if I'm going the wrong way?Wen Le rested and thought hard.Although his spiritual power was imprisoned, he didn't find it hard to simply walk, but the weight of the material was too heavy, and it took a lot of energy to carry it all the way.

He changed his mind: How about just throwing away some materials and picking up some necessary and convenient ones to continue?

Wen Le looked left and right, and always felt that he couldn't throw away this and that, but he couldn't let go of anything.While he was in trouble, other people were also in the same trouble. What should he do?

If you don't lose it, you can't move; if you lose it, you can't repair it without materials.These two dilemmas really made a group of monks dumbfounded.

Wen Le gritted her teeth fiercely, throw it away!What's the use of materials if you can't reach Jianzhong?At worst, I will choose a relatively intact sword!

He picked a few small materials, weighed them in his hand to test the weight, and found that they were easy to carry, and took a few light ones. He didn't give up the rest of the materials until he felt that he couldn't hold them anymore, and picked up the cold iron. Stick, keep going.When I couldn't walk anymore, I used a stick as a crutch, and walked forward slowly step by step.As he walked, sweat flowed down his body, and in the end, wet footprints were left on the road, which was extremely difficult.

Wen Le didn't know that this test depended on the determination and perseverance of Jianxiu.If you are hesitant and reluctant to give up the materials, you will naturally not be able to reach the end; but if you don't want to endure hardships and easily drop the materials, you will suffer a loss when repairing the broken sword later.

In this way, the people scattered all the way, and finally came to Jianzhong.Wen Le didn't bother to count the remaining materials in his hand, and hurriedly looked for his companions, but he saw Lin Chengfeng and Fang Yue, but still didn't see Lu Xiaoji.

Lu Xiaoji is very embarrassed now, he is sweating profusely, his whole body is wet like being picked up from the water, lying motionless on the ground, with heavy materials on his body, like a squashed turtle, it looks a bit funny .

Lu Xiaoji came to the sword meeting just to see the world and open his eyes. He didn't think he would win the championship at all, so he didn't rush forward. Anyway, he rested when he was tired from walking, and dragged the materials to continue walking when he had enough rest.Even if it is one step and three steps, so what, there is no set time in this competition, walking for one day is walking, and walking for a year is also walking.

Of course, it’s not that Wen Le didn’t think of this, but he’s different from Lu Xiaoji. Lu Xiaoji is used to taking Bigu pills, and always carries a bottle in his arms. Wen Le’s pills and food are all in the storage bag, so they can’t be left empty Be hungry for a year.

Lin Xi and the others had been secretly observing everyone's performance with water mirrors. He Qingkuang didn't say anything, but there was some appreciation for Lu Xiaoji in his eyes.He is the one who doesn't know what giving up is the most. He only knows that he has to persevere, otherwise he will not escape from death, let alone break through and stand up.

Although He Qingkuang admired Lu Xiaoji very much, but there were more than 100 people competing, they couldn't let others wait for Lu Xiaoji alone.With a flick of Lin Xi's right hand, Lu Xiaoji's figure also disappeared from the branch road.

Wen Le and the others waited and waited. Everyone else went to Jianzhong to choose a sword, but they still didn't wait for Lu Xiaoji's figure.Lin Chengfeng made a decisive decision and announced not to wait any longer. Although Wen Le was a little disappointed, he could only cheer up for the sword box and sword pills, and was ready to choose a sword.

The three of them first put together the remaining materials on their hands. There were some repetitions, but it was probably possible to repair a broken sword.Although I regretted throwing away so many materials, it was good to be able to repair one sword, so the three of them divided into three groups, preparing to choose the broken sword, and then choose the best one for repair.

Wen Le stood in front of Jianzhong, looking up.

It is said to be a sword mound, but it is actually a small mountain. Every corner of the mountain is filled with all kinds of broken and broken old swords, and there is a dignified and sad aura that lingers on.

With so many swords, how do you choose?