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Putting the long sword horizontally on his chest, the fingertips of his left hand lightly traced the sword body. Ning Xiaotian closed his eyes, carefully felt the mental fluctuations, and fell into thinking, "So, this spiritual connection that seems to be there and not there is what happened at the beginning."

The reason why Grandpa Jian can remotely control Jian Yu?"

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

Thinking of this, Ning Xiaotian increased his efforts and wrapped the long sword with spiritual power without transmitting soul power. "When Grandpa Jian controlled it from a long distance, he probably did not use soul power to pull it. How can he transport soul power over such a long distance?"

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So he let go of his hand and the sword levitated.

With a wave of the sword finger of his right hand, the long sword flew around his body. The speed was not fast, and the farther the distance, the harder it became to control. He felt the difficulty, "No!" Ning Xiaotian murmured, and controlled the long sword to stop.

"Now it feels like I'm flying with a long sword, a little stiff." He frowned.

"Grandpa Jian's sword is as if it has been injected with life. It is very flexible and can control a large number. If it is lifted with mental power, even if he has reached the ninth level of distracted control, it is impossible to do it.

of."

Holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, he pulled it closer. Ning Xiaotian opened his eyes and activated the pulse-breaking pupils. He looked carefully. In front of him was a group of crystal white light, with a blood thread dancing in the core. He seemed to have realized something.

, "Every sword has its own texture, just like the human body, with flesh and blood, muscles and bones, and the sword in front of you is just a simple accumulation of energy. This is an unfinished sword."

Ning Xiaotian sighed, "No wonder Grandpa Jian wanted to throw a fine iron sword to me back then, so that I could understand the weight, length, texture, and structure of the sword... I used my heart to become familiar with everything about that sword. It turned out to be this reason."

"Grandpa Jian's soul-condensed sword is really forging a long sword, and I'm just stacking it...it's far from it." He smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Grandpa Jian can be so flexible now.

Do whatever you want, maybe he has injected soul into the sword, and this soul may be spiritual power, personal will, or something else."

Ning Xiaotian guessed that level, but couldn't confirm it. He sighed, "I was too hasty."

After saying that, he pointed the long sword in his hand at the cut on the floor beside him and stabbed it smoothly, leaving only the hilt. Although he wanted to use the reincarnation technique to recover the soul power, the blood streak in the sword body made him give up the idea.

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Let it fade away naturally.

Standing up tremblingly, Ning Xiaotian slowly climbed onto the bed. The bright moonlight shone through the window, making a large piece of bed sheet shine. He moved to that position, sat cross-legged, and quickly entered the state of cultivation.

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

But the strange thing is that the tiny blood thread in the sword body did not disappear. Instead, it circled in place, and then suddenly shot towards Ning Xiaotian's forehead. A faint white light suddenly appeared, and the blood thread was blocked. Why?

You can't even drill in.

Like a wanderer returning home, his parents have blocked him from the door.

It circled around Ning Xiaotian's head unwillingly, then turned in the air, rushed into the area three inches below Ning Xiaotian's belly, and quickly submerged.

At this time, a small white puppy ran in licking its lips leisurely, jumped onto the bed skillfully, and lay down next to Ning Xiaotian. Its snow-like fur shone silvery in the moonlight, making it extremely holy.

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Arena, observation room on the top floor.

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

"Suddenly came to Gengxin City, booked the best single-family courtyard at the Rose Hotel, and directly paid for one year. This shows that he is not short of money, and came to the arena just for training. It seems like the previous speculation

That's right, this person must be from a certain sect or family in mainland China." The old man leaned back on the edge of the chair and tapped his fingers on the table.

"I have a soul guide, and I bought a lot of metal on the first floor. 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. It seems that

To build equipment.”

"In that case, let's proceed as planned." The old man turned to look at the man standing aside.

"Yes!" The man nodded, bowed and left.

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"Gurgling..." A burst of sound suddenly burst out in the silent room. Ning Xiaotian woke up leisurely, subconsciously touched his stomach with his right hand, and muttered: "Why are you hungry? Is it because you participated in the battle today? Or is it because of practice?

Condensing the Soul Power Sword consumes too much energy?"

"Let's go to the hotel to have a meal first." He turned around and looked 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 look of the beautiful waiter, he acted quickly and finished five large bowls.

Then he returned to the room and continued practicing.

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The next day, Ning Xiaotian got up early. Under the attention of the beautiful waiter, he cooked a table of food with hunger and thirst. Then he went to the Blacksmith Association and was received by Silong, who asked about the situation in the arena.

He received strange looks from everyone. Sure enough, the time it took to win ten games in a row was too short, and he had already broken the fastest historical record set by Tang Hao that year.

"I didn't expect that Tang Hao set a historical record of 39 consecutive victories in the Star Luo Empire Arena when he was young. Do I want to try to break this record?" Ning Xiaotian thought, and was interrupted by Siyu who entered the door.

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Lou Gao called him over, took off his clothes and belt, and shyly made a body mold.

He couldn't refuse the custom-made armor he needed, so he had no choice but to do it.

Going downstairs, he didn't see any new rare metals to pick up on the first floor. He got into the arena without any interest and had a fight. The opponent this time was completely different from the ones he fought before. His attacks were ruthless and his moves were deadly.

Superfluous actions.

On the contrary, it is quite similar to the fighting style he is perfecting.

What's more important is that the disciples within the sect who once competed with him can only be regarded as having fun compared to him.

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

If you can dismantle it, you will be able to counterattack, and being able to counterattack means killing. If you can dismantle all these offensive moves that are designed for killing, one can find out and fill in the gaps, and change the bad things he may have left behind during the competition within the sect.

Fighting habits, both of them 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 harming your own life.

In the first ten games, he relied entirely on his super mental power and dynamic perception to predict his opponent's moves in advance, find out their flaws, and quickly kill them with his strong physical strength. This is what he relies on.

When he doesn't encounter an opponent who can crush him in some aspects, he can temporarily continue to practice in this way.

Obviously, he won in the end.

Although he fought another battle and won again.

Then there was no further progress.

"It seems that his combat power is about the same." The old man said in the observation room, "Let's observe him for a while longer! Judging from his ease of use, it seems that he is deliberately tempering himself in this way, and does not rule out the possibility of hiding his strength.

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"Then we won't report it for now?" the man said.

"Well, let's see again." The old man replied.