C3 (1/2)

Leaving the blacksmith's room, Zhou Tong went straight back to the training grounds, took out his newly forged Fine Iron Sword, and started to practice his sword arts again.

A round of forging time passed. Although it was still early in the morning, it was already past lunch time. Most of the previous observers had already gone to their positions, in the huge training grounds, only Zhou Tong was left.

Waving his sleeves and sweeping the dust on the ground, Zhou Tong sat cross legged on the ground, assumed a position of Five Heart Heaven's Head, eyes closed, and a layer of milky white aura suddenly flowed around his body.

's technique was one of the [Mo Li San Jue]. This mystical technique, when used to absorb spirit energy to refine the body, could increase the practitioner's level by a stage, allowing them to produce a layer of Qi that superimposed on each other, without any limits, combined with any martial skills, making the might of the technique extremely terrifying.

At the very end of his previous life, Zhou Tong used 999 layers of energy to turn the universe upside down. Even an expert like the Immortal Emperor or Demon Lord wouldn't dare to fight Zhou Tong alone.

While the Qi Method was in effect, the nature spirit energy continued to flow into Zhou Tong's body, and after six hours, Zhou Tong finally opened his eyes and breathed out a foul Qi from his mouth and nose.

”Sixth level Qi, Qi Condensation, sixth level Qi Condensation. Tch, if I keep training like this, my progress will still be a little slow.” Clucking his lips together, Zhou Tong shook his head helplessly as he muttered to himself.

The realms of cultivators had a very detailed division. Merely a small world like the Cloud Continent had the Qi Gathering Realm, Qi Refinement Realm, qi generating state, ethereal state, three levels of lucidity, Void Stage, and even the Soaring Sky Realm. However, right now, Zhou Tong was not able to consider that place for the time being. After all, right now, he was only in the lowest realm.

”Forget it, let's practice the sword first. The first sword forged in this life is actually only at the Hundred Refinement level. It really was a waste of her effort.” With a bitter smile, Zhou Tong stood up and danced with his sword.

This time, Zhou Tong did not dare to blindly attach the sword intent to the sword.

After a while, he finished practicing the first round of sword technique, and seeing that he was able to endure through it, Zhou Tong's worry was slightly alleviated. He let out a long breath, then raised his head and looked at the sky. Zhou Tong immediately realized that the situation wasn't good, after this round of training, it was already past dusk, and the sky outside was gradually growing darker.

”Ha, take this!”

Just as Zhou Tong was about to put his sword back into the sheath and leave, a tender female voice came from behind him, accompanied by hurried footsteps.

Zhou Tong pursed his lips into a smile, and with a twist of his body, he dodged the wooden sword behind him.

The girl was called Zhou Wan’er and was Zhou Tong's younger sister. She was only six years old this year, but she already had a beautiful face that could make people love her. Her pink face had a pair of big black eyes flashing, her long eyelashes were like a pair of small brushes.

”Cough, it's' Silence 'and' Proof of submission '. It's not like I'm not practicing properly, is it?” Zhou Tong held onto the girl's legs with one arm, allowing the girl to sit on his arm comfortably. He extended a finger to scratch the girl's exquisite nose.

”How could that be? He's clearly very serious. He's been practicing for four hours!” With her fuming face twisted to the side, Zhou Wan’er crossed her two small hands in front of her chest, and snorted lightly with her mouth twitching, ”I'm here to call you for food, father is already waiting for you!”

”Then do you want to obediently practice tomorrow?” ”If you're good, then bro will carry you. If you're bad, then come down and walk.” Patting her uncomfortable little head, looking at the girl's guilty conscience, Zhou Tong could not help but laugh.

”Practice, Wan'er is the most obedient.” Hearing that, Zhou Wan’er immediately turned around and nodded. Without waiting for Zhou Tong to say anything, he jumped onto Zhou Tong's shoulders and sat on his back.

Once he climbed onto Zhou Tong's shoulder, Zhou Wan’er immediately extended two of her fingers and hugged Zhou Tong tightly, pointing towards the direction of the banquet hall, her mouth constantly emitting the sound of ”driving a horse”.