After developing this sword Xuan hedgehog into a downline, Lu Xuan just needs to wait quietly for the other sword Xuan hedgehog to come to him.

Every once in a while, he took out the Yangxuan Sword Sheath from Xinjian Lake, and in the name of providing full care of Jian Xuanheng, let the sword sheath enjoy the feeling of the ten thousand swords piercing the core.

The efficiency of the sword sheath was greatly improved, and two mutated Thunder Sword Grass spirit seeds were obtained later.

After he ripened, there were eight mutated fourth-grade Thunder Sword Grass.

If an ordinary spiritual planter wants to improve a fourth-grade spiritual plant in a short period of time, he doesn’t know how much time and effort it will take.

And he has the sword energy treasure Dixin Jianhu Villa provided by the Master Huanzhen Sword, which can raise the Xuan-raising sword sheath that stimulates the sword grass spirit seeds, and the special ability to grasp the detailed information of the spirit seeds at any time, making him far more efficient than other spiritual planters when improving the spirit seeds. It is not an exaggeration to say that one person is worth a sect.

On that day, when he was inspecting the state of many spiritual plants in the spiritual field, a gentle voice suddenly sounded outside the cave.

"Junior Brother Lu, can you be in the cave?"

Lu Xuan's spiritual consciousness swept over, and Mo Yuanfeng was standing quietly at the entrance of the cave.

"Senior Brother Mo, your retreat has ended?"

He smiled and greeted him.

"Well, I spent a lot of time to comprehend a magical power, but fortunately I got something a little."

Mo Yuanfeng followed Lu Xuan into the quiet courtyard.

"That's a good celebration."

Lu Xuan immediately took out a bottle of Huanzhen Sword Liquid and brewed a full cup for Mo Yuanfeng.

"I'm not trying to tell my junior brother about my retreat experience this time."

Mo Yuanfeng said softly, his expression a little heavy.

"Senior brother, please speak."

When Lu Xuan heard this, he looked solemn.

"Mr. Wan Chong and Wan failed to break through the Nascent Soul."

"ah?"

Mo Yuanfeng's simple words made Lu Xuan's ears seem to have a thunder exploded.

He responded subconsciously, his face full of surprise.

"Then... what is the current situation of Senior Brother Wan?"

Lu Xuan pondered for a moment and asked slowly.

"When Junior Brother Wan broke through, he failed to successfully overcome the inner demon tribulation, and his soul was severely damaged. Fortunately, a middle-stage Nascent Soul elder protected him and rescued him in time."

"It is currently in the recuperation stage and it will take at least one year to recover."

Mo Yuanfeng said in a deep voice.

Lu Xuan's face still had an incredible expression:

"I really didn't expect Senior Brother Wan to encounter an accident when he broke through."

In his opinion, Wan Chong was like the top scholars I had seen in his previous life. He was gifted and practiced as simple as drinking water.

He easily broke through the realm that other monks had worked hard to break through.

Unexpectedly, I experienced the feeling of failure when I broke through the Nascent Soul.

"It is difficult to break through the Nascent Soul as if you are ascending to the sky. With the ability of the Sword Sect, you can only slightly increase your success rate."

"Even if Junior Brother Wan is a genius who has been selected from thousands of miles apart, even if the probability of breaking through is far higher than that of other perfect cultivators of Killing Pills, the possibility is still not high."

Mo Yuanfeng whispered.

Lu Xuan shook the wine pot in his hand and said with a smile.

"It just so happens that we will be drunk in Sanyi to relieve our worries!"

Wan Chong smiled cheerfully.

He tied a golden clock around his waist. There were cracks of varying lengths and thicknesses on the surface of the clock, revealing an ancient mottled meaning. I don’t know how many years have passed.

With a gentle shaking, occasionally a crisp and long bell sound came, and the sound echoed for a long time and entered the sea of ​​consciousness, as if it was soothing all the complexity and trauma deep in the soul.

"This is a treasure lent to me by the Lord Chongxu Sword. It is of great benefit to the cultivators whose souls have suffered severe damage. It can carry it at all times to warm the soul and make it heal as soon as possible."

Wan Chong saw the two of them glanced at the ancient clock on their waists and explained with a smile.

Although his expression was still as free and easy as usual, Lu Xuan captured a trace of haze that appeared in his eyebrows from time to time.

"What are the two senior brothers standing at the door? Go in and have a few drinks, otherwise my spiritual wine will evaporate."
Chapter completed!