The Prince Of The World Chapter 45: Revival Of The Spiri

　　Zhu Zhu was the girl who was playing with Wenren Xiaoxian under the waterfall.

　　The higher the level of the monster core was, the more Mixed Yuan elements it contained. Yan Li would not give up the core of a fighter bull.

　　Taking the core, he started to practice the Mixed Yuan Cla.s.sic to absorb all the elements.

　　"It's pretty."

　　After finis.h.i.+ng, Yan Li praised it casually before giving the bull core back to Zhu Zhu.

　　"s.h.i.+di Yan, can you tell us how to practice? You are awesome!" Zhu Zhu could not wait to ask as soon as she took over the core.

　　Everyone had the same question as hers.

　　Noticing their eagerness to know about this, Yan Li unconsciously touched his nose, and said slowly, "Perhaps that's because my Qi sea had nine whirls."

　　"What? Nine whirls? "

　　Shocked, all people looked to Yan Li with subtle envy, except for Ren Qiukuang whose expression was somewhat complex.

　　He had two more whirls than the ordinary. Could be a normal genius. But he was far left behind Yan Li.

　　"No, Yan Li, the stronger the Qi sea is, the more vigor you need. How could you reach the Shenyuan realm so quickly?" Though shocked and envious, Wenren Xiaoxian raised the question.

　　"I was lucky. Before I met you guys, I was blessed to get a three-leafed Icy Jade Ganoderma in a valley. I had a breakthrough after taking it!"

　　"What? A three-leafed Icy Jade Ganoderma? Yan Li. You are so lucky."

　　Everyone, including Wenren Xiaoxian, were jealous. A magic herb in nature was already hard to find, let alone the three-hundred-year Icy Jade Ganoderma.

　　She was almost sure that she could break through the Poyuan realm into the Renxuan realm if she got a three-leafed Icy Jade Ganoderma.

　　"s.h.i.+xiong and s.h.i.+jie, I should go."

　　Though Yan Li had lived three times, the expression in their eyes made him uncomfortable.

　　"Yan Li, are you not going back to the Palace?" Wenren Xiaoxian asked him curiously.

　　"Not now. The Dahuang Woods is perfect for enhancement. I am staying here longer!"

　　Wenren Xiaoxian nodded, "Well, you are capable of protecting yourself. Be careful. We have completed the mission, and it is time to return."

"Thank you for reminding me. Take care!"

　　Yan Li smiled, and left swiftly.

　　Watching Yan Li leaving, Zhu Zhu said in a firm tone, "s.h.i.+di Yan is definitely a genius. He will rank top ten in the in-door contest!"

　　"That's for sure! However powerful the Black Blood disciples are, they were all killed by s.h.i.+di Yan!" A male disciple said in delight.

　　"s.h.i.+di Ma, just do not mention the Black Blood Clan. It is harmful to Yan Li and us!" Wenren Xiaoxian said solemnly.

　　Everyone became nervous when hearing this. The Dahuang disciples were not afraid of the revenge from the Black Blood Clan, but as the old saying goes, “It is easy to parry a spear thrust in the open, but hard to dodge an arrow shot in the dark.”

　　They feared that the Clan would attack them with dirty tricks.

　　Therefore, they agreed not to mention the Black Blood Clan. Since they were fascinated by Yan Li's performance, they talked about him on the road except Ren Qiukuang and Wenren Xiaoxian.

　　Ren Qiukuang was gloomy. He should have been grateful to Yan Li for he was rescued by Yan, but he hated him. "Yan Li, I will beat you up this time in the martial arts contest!"

　　............

　 Not expecting Ren Qiukuang's complex mind, Yan li was running in the Dahuang Woods at this moment.

　　He entered the Mixed Yuan s.p.a.ce in a safe place, rehabilitating for a while.

　　Happily, after absorbing the mixed yuan elements in the five-level core, he got closer to the first-level of the Huangyuan.

　　In the next month, as long as he killed more beasts, it would be easy for him to make a breakthrough.

　　Once he mastered the Mixed Yuan Cla.s.sic, he could go a further step to learn Naxu so that it would be more likely for him to win the contest.

　　While thinking, Yan Li casually glanced at the Wushuang Sword which shone a red light, very demonic, making the blood-colored veins of the sword much more obvious.

　　Controlling his mind, Yan Li waved his hand to get the sword.

　　Then a trace of cold Qi flowed into his body, and at the same time he manipulated the Blood Color vigor to link with his inside Qi.

　　Yan was surprised, but soon calmed down. The new Qi did no harm to him. Instead, it formed a circle together with the Blood Color vigor.

　　After a round, the Blood Color vigor was refined and went back to its normal place, and the cold Qi to the sword.

　　"Haha. It had taken me so many years to come alive again!"

　　Suddenly, a voice of hubris and pride came into Yan Li's ear.

　　"Who is it?" A moment of panic flashed in his face, but then he calmed down and looked at the sword.

　　"Haha, my boy, you are very clever. It took you only a second to find me out!" The voice appeared again, confirming the Yan Li's speculation—the voice came from the sword—was right.

　　Instinctively, he thought that the one who was talking to him was not malicious and asked, "Who's that, please? "

　　"I am not a human. I mean, I'm not such an inferior creature. I'm a great sword spirit! "

　　Yan Li couldn't help but laugh, "What is a sword spirit?" "

　　"A sword Spirit is the sword spirit! I am the great Spirit of the Blood Monster Sword! "

　　Yan Li curiously looked at the sword again, "Is the Bladeless Sword actually the Blood Monster Sword?"

　　"You can say that." The voice of the sword suddenly became a little gloomy.

　　For a moment, Yan was somewhat confused, "Sword spirit, what exactly does it mean? I'm a little confused!"

　　The voice of the sword spirit sounded disdain, "A lower living being is the lower living. You are too stupid to understand my words! The Blood Monster Sword is named after me. The worn-out sword is my temporary habitat!"

　　Yan Li automatically blocked its complaints. After all, it even scolded at himself and it was normal for it to mock at him. "Since you consider it worn-out, why do you live in it? Why not return to the real Blood Monster Sword?"

　　The Spirit answered angrily, "Of course I want, but the real one was broken into pieces. Unfortunately, I was badly hurt, so I chose this one."

　　Yan was interested in the origin of the Blood Monster Sword, but the Spirit said nothing about this, which made him feel down.