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One more day is the day of the Sword Discussion Conference.

However, there were many people gathered in front of the Tongtian Sword Tower, including the major sword masters, Shen Wuyu, Nangong Qiushui, and suzerain Jian Twelve. It seemed that someone's exit had indeed attracted the attention of the entire Sword Sect.

From the image on the smooth wall, it can be seen that Yuan Futu was not killed by the powerful sword spirit in the sword tower, but stayed in the second-story sword tower to continue training, but he defeated the guards of the second-story sword tower. Indisputable fact.

"In just over a dozen days, he was able to kill the guardian of the sword spirit on the second floor 37 times, and this guardian has an innate spiritual treasure in his hand, which is something a practitioner in the Hunyuan realm can do." Is it?" Nangong Qiushui frowned slightly looking at the reflection on the mountain wall.

Shen Wuyu said in a deep voice: "That day he wanted to go to the third floor of the sword tower, but it seemed he failed, so he stayed on the second floor, but the purpose of the Tongtian Sword Tower is the assessment of the position of Jianzong, and it is not a place where he can practice. How did you survive in the sword spirit with unlimited supplies?"

After witnessing so many miracles, these veterans began to realize that the chaotic spirit treasure might have played a role. After all, they had never seen a spirit treasure of this level.

Jian Twelve remained silent, just staring at the gate of the sword tower, his eyes full of expectation.

Suddenly, accompanied by rumbling noises, the door of the sword tower was slowly pushed open, and a naked-chested man came out from inside, looking in a state of distress, with many rips ripped open on his trousers, faintly visible The dangling things inside caused many female disciples in the Daxuan Sword Hut to hide their faces and turn around.

Yuan Futu ignored the chilly crotch, raised his head and took a deep breath, feeling unprecedentedly relaxed. After all, he had to deal with those powerful sword spirits all the time inside, so his mind was always in a tense state.

"You have become a lot stronger." Jian Twelve came over, looked at him, and smiled kindly: "I thought it was impossible for you to face so many sword spirits unscathed, so I prepared some pills, But now it seems that I am worrying too much."

Yuan Futu clasped his hands and said: "The disciple can cultivate in it, thanks to the suzerain."

Shen Wuyu narrowed his gaze, and could see at a glance that Yuan Futu had reached the peak of Hunyuan, then he turned around and walked away indifferently from the crowd, Genzo, who was standing by the side, said in a low voice: "He can successfully challenge the two The layered sword tower must have something to do with the chaotic spirit treasure, and I am sure that the fourth-level spirit beast was killed that day with the power of the spirit treasure."

"I know, I thought he could break through the realm of the god of law with the help of the chaotic spirit treasure, but now it seems that I am thinking too much." The gap between the strength of Hunyuan and the realm of the god of law is like an insurmountable gap. The Tongtian Sword Tower has grown, but it is still not realistic to defeat Pound.

In Shen Wuyu's eyes, Yuan Futu, the Lord of Chaos Spirit Treasure, is an unpredictable unknown factor. With such a state improvement, it may not take a hundred years to reach the state of returning to the void, but at least for now Not enough to make him pay attention.

Xiao Nan couldn't wait to come over, and said anxiously: "Is there anything, should I go to the medicine refining house to get some pills for you, tomorrow is the Sword Discussion Conference, it can't be careless."

Yuan Futu waved his hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, my condition has never been better than it is now."

Nangong Qiushui said coldly: "So, you have found a way to defeat Pang De?"

Yuan Futu shook his head, and said confidently: "I haven't found it yet, but I know I won't lose."

Having experienced life-and-death battles in Tongtian Sword Tower, what benefited Yuan Futu the most was not the increase in strength, but the determination to see death as home, otherwise he would have died when he first faced the second-level guardian up.

"Courage is commendable, but I hope it's not just talk, then I'll wait and see." Nangong Qiushui knew that there were many secrets hidden in Yuan Futu, and also knew that everything would be revealed at tomorrow's Sword Discussion Conference.

Yuan Futu poked his probe, as if looking for something in the crowd.

"If you are looking for Wan'er, she didn't come today, but she has been out of customs a few days ago. I think she should be in the mansion right now." Ao Tianbo walked out from the crowd and said with a smile.

"Has she broken through to the realm of Fashen?" This is what Yuan Futu wants to know the most.

"Since she is your sword servant, let her tell you herself."

Although it was only two months, it was like three autumns to Yuan Futu. Recalling the gentleness that held her in his arms in the boudoir that day, he wished he could display the Gale Seal and appear in front of her now, but in front of such a Many people still calmed down.

"Tomorrow you will participate in the Sword Discussion Conference as a veteran, but there will be no distinction of position on the Sword Discussion Stage. The final winner will have the opportunity to go to the Sword Tomb and get the inheritance of the seniors of the Sword Sect."

"Disciple understands." Yuan Futu has already been to the sword mound, so he knows how precious the spirit treasure inside is. Of course, if it can be passed on, it means that the future achievements will not be lower than the sword master.

With a wave of Jian Twelve's sleeve, the gate of the [-]-jin sword tower was slowly closed, and the talismans on it brightened up again, obviously a very strong restriction was placed.

Afterwards, everyone left Tongtian Peak one after another.

Stepping on the Tianyuan Sword, Yuan Futu impatiently flew in the direction of the main peak, and soon saw the courtyard where Lin Wan'er was, and found a few wisps of white smoke rising from the house, and a strong fragrance could be smelled in his breath .

"Hey, why is the aroma of this dish different from those sent by those disciples in the past?"

Yuan Futu suddenly had a very familiar feeling, turned around and landed in the courtyard, through the window lattice, he saw a pretty woman holding a spoon, carefully disturbing the soup in the crock.

"You... have really broken through to the realm of Fashen!" Even with the naked eye, Yuan Futu could see that Lin Wan'er had undergone earth-shaking changes from before.

Lin Wan'er raised her head, a surprised smile appeared on that pure and beautiful face, she pouted and said, "So you don't think I can break through to the realm of the gods at all."

Reunited after a long absence, even though it was only two months, it felt very far away. Yuan Futu came over, looked at the soup in the earthen pot and the delicate food by the stove, and said, "Of course not... By the way, you boiled this Is it?"

Lin Wan'er nodded, "Iron pots, crock pots, white porcelain bowls, and the most common materials in the mortal world, although I don't need to eat in my current state, but I'm afraid to forget this taste of life, so I cook it once or twice .”

"Then I must give it a try!" Yuan Futu turned over the window without saying a word.