Devouring Sword God

Chapter 73
"Sure enough, fighting is the greatest shortcut to improve your cultivation level, and I consumed a lot of sword energy and spiritual power last night, and the sword energy and spiritual power that I have replenished now are sharper and more condensed."

A smile appeared on the corner of Yi Xiaoyao's mouth. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to have such an obvious improvement because of a battle, but he is different.

The cultivation effect of Devouring Sword God Art is something ordinary people will never be able to understand. Originally, the cultivation speed is dozens of times that of ordinary people. Coupled with the extra sheath of the spirit sword, the cultivation speed is twice as fast.

However, because of this, it was twice as difficult for Yi Xiaoyao to break through to the advanced stage.

"The difficulty of breaking through is hard for me, let's start."

With a little concentration, Yi Xiaoyao's body suddenly buzzed, and the surrounding spiritual energy surged towards him...

At this moment, the training room, which was already permeated with a delicate fragrance, seemed to have an extra smell unknowingly, but Yi Xiaoyao was unaware of it.

As Yi Xiaoyao continued to devour the spiritual energy, gradually a dry and hot force accompanied by the spiritual energy penetrated into his body from his meridians, causing his body to start to heat up slightly.

Because this phenomenon is normal during the cultivation process, Yi Xiaoyao didn't worry about it too much. After a while, he finally felt something was wrong and stopped the cultivation urgently.

However, at this moment, Yi Xiaoyao's body was filled with a restless force that was about to burst out. Even though the spiritual power suppressed it, there was a faint feeling that it was about to move.

Outside the training room, shopkeeper Ye was standing outside the door with complicated eyes, a faint pink mist was floating in the jade bottle in his hand.

"Hey! Ping'er has already rejected dozens of marriage proposals, but now she has taken the initiative to like this boy. If this boy leaves, wouldn't Pinger's stubborn nature mean that she will never marry for life?"

Shopkeeper Ye muttered to himself, the contradiction on his face finally turned into a kind of firmness, as if he had made a very difficult decision.

"This Yi Xiaoyao is not only extremely talented, but also a member of Elder Linjie, so I don't worry about Ping'er following him."

"Although it's unfair to Yi Xiaoyao, for Pinger's sake, I can only do this."

Then, shopkeeper Ye made up his mind, turned around and walked out resolutely.

Ye Ping was sitting at the table in a daze when she suddenly heard a cry behind her and she came to her senses.

"Dad, are you calling me?"

"Ping'er, go and deliver some refreshments to Mr. Yi." Shopkeeper Ye said calmly.

Ye Ping was taken aback for a moment, then got up and left with a promise.

A moment later, the practice room where Yi Xiaoyao was located was gently pushed away, and Ye Ping walked in with a tea tray in her hands, and walked in with lotus steps.

Seeing Yi Xiaoyao was practicing, Ye Ping just glanced at him with a blushing face, put down the tea tray and was about to leave.

Suddenly, Ye Ping's footsteps were fixed, and she looked at Yi Xiaoyao with a puzzled expression.

At this moment, Yi Xiaoyao's face was flushed, his head was sweating profusely, and his whole body was trembling, as if he was desperately gritting his teeth to hold back something.

"Master Yi?"

Ye Ping yelled worriedly, wondering if she had gone mad in practice?
Seeing that Yi Xiaoyao didn't respond, Ye Ping walked quickly to his side, and put her hand on his forehead.

It was as hot as a burning fire!
After a while.

Yi Xiaoyao suddenly pushed Ye Ping away from his arms, bounced off the ground in an instant, and broke through the door before the scorching fire completely occupied his mind.

Shopkeeper Ye was frowning and walking back and forth in the tavern, constantly asking himself whether it was right or wrong to do so.

At this moment, Yi Xiaoyao rushed out of the tavern from the inner room like a hurricane.

"This……"

Shopkeeper Ye stared blankly at the disappearing figure of Yi Xiaoyao, and wondered inwardly: Is the medicine I used not strong enough?

In the practice room, Ye Ping tightly grasped the robe covering her body, biting her lower lip tightly, tears glistened in her rosy eyes, revealing her loss.

(Some sensitive content has been deleted in this chapter, which has nothing to do with the subsequent plot.)
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