"..." Liu Xiaoyu didn't even have the energy to complain. After the third soul reorganization, Liu Xiaoyu was already numb with pain.

"Light rain, light rain."

"Who is calling me?" Xiaoyu said, half asleep and half awake.

"Xiao Yu, mom is here to pick you up. Come with mom. From now on, our family will never be separated."

"Mom? Is that you, mom? Have you finally thought of me?"

"Xiaoyu, come with mom, we will never be separated again."

"Okay!" Liu Xiaoyu agreed almost without hesitation.

Oops, looking at Xiaoyu's soul that was gradually fading, Cai'er felt the crisis coming as never before. "Master, you can't abandon Cai'er. Master, you and your family are waiting for you. Master

, guard the spiritual platform and don’t lose your original intention.”

Who is it? Who is pulling her? Let go. She wants to be with her parents. She wants her family to be happy, a family? Family? No, she is in Moyun Continent now. How can she see Huaxia?

Where are your parents! This is an illusion, guard the mourning platform, guard the mourning platform, "Liu Xiaoyu, you have to become stronger, you have to protect your family, you have to live happily, you can't get lost, the past life has been lost, what you have to protect is

Relatives in this world." Liu Xiaoyu thought silently in her heart.

With a sound of "Teng", Liu Xiaoyu felt more comfortable than ever before, "Success!"

Cai'er exclaimed in surprise, "Master, I knew you would succeed, that's great."

Liu Xiaoyu opened her eyes, only to see a flash of light in her eyes, and in the blink of an eye, she was filled with beauty. Her eight-year-old body had grown to the size of a thirteen-year-old, with exquisite facial features, a peach-blossom face, and round and jade-like skin; her skin was pink and greasy.

Like snow, ice and jade bones.

"Master, you are so beautiful!" Cai'er drooled.

"Okay, hurry up and get some clothes for me to wear. I can't even wear my previous clothes." Liu Xiaoyu frowned and said. However, it's good to grow up and no longer have to carry the body of an eight-year-old kid.

Okay, thinking of this, Liu Xiaoyu closed her eyes tightly and exhaled a long breath, "I can finally become stronger."

"Master, what do you think of this? Isn't it beautiful?" Cai'er said, holding an emerald green fireworks loose gauze skirt. "Master, it will definitely look good in it."

"This is too complicated. Is there something simpler in style? Forget it, is there any men's clothing?" Liu Xiaoyu frowned again.

"Well, we don't have it now. Why don't you, Master, just get dressed first?" Cai'er said in a low voice.

Liu Xiaoyu looked helplessly at this complicated dress. She wanted to wear it herself. The question was, how to wear this dress?

"Pfft, Master, don't you know how to wear it? Cai'er can help you!" Cai'er smiled and helped Liu Xiaoyu put on clothes. Liu Xiaoyu touched her nose. Damn it, it's not that I don't know how to wear it, it's because the clothes are too

complex.

Inside the colorful glazed bracelet, I saw an alluring girl sitting on the ground, closing her eyes tightly, Fengxiang is the first page in the world. Those who practice this skill need to abolish other skills. It is better to have their meridians broken and then stand up. "Well, in this world, it is estimated that

No one can practice except me." Liu Xiaoyu complained.

At the first level of the internal energy and mind method, a villain seemed to appear in front of Liu Xiaoyu's eyes. He sat down cross-legged, and the villain's eight extraordinary meridians began to flow slowly in a retrograde manner. Liu Xiaoyu unconsciously followed the villain's luck. It turned out that

I thought that the retrograde meridians would be extremely painful, but in fact it was extremely comfortable, as if the meridians were breathing. After running for seven or forty-nine weeks, Liu Xiaoyu's whole body felt "pop" as if he had broken free from some restraint.

Becoming vague, surrounded by white energy, Fengxiang is the first level of the world's internal energy and mental skills, passing.

Liu Xiaoyu opened her eyes, and three purple sword leaves spread out at her feet. "What is this?" Liu Xiaoyu stared at the sword leaves at her feet.

"Master, you finally woke up. You have been practicing for five days and five nights." Cai'er looked excited. God knows how bored she is looking at her master every day. "The three purple sword leaves at your feet represent that the master has been practicing for five days and five nights."

He is a third-level warrior, what a great master."

In Moyun Continent, the sword leaves under the feet of warriors are all purple, the sword leaves under the feet of spiritual warriors are blue, the sword leaves under the feet of holy warriors are yellow, and the sword leaves under the feet of divine warriors are colorless.

The same is true for elemental masters, which are lotus leaves.

For ordinary people, it can take anywhere from a year to three to five years to advance to the first level. Liu Xiaoyu can become a third-level warrior after practicing for five days. The biggest reason is his top-notch martial arts skills and his ability after cleansing and cutting the marrow.

Physical constitution, but even this is simply abnormal.

"Only a third-level warrior is not enough!" Liu Xiaoyu said to herself. However, she knew that practitioners should not be impatient and greedy for too much, so what she had to do now was to consolidate.

Silently reciting Feng Xiang's martial arts skills in the world, a little man with a sword appeared in his mind, Feng Xiang's best move in the world: Feng Ming. It moved like a swimming dragon, and my heart danced with the sword. A phantom of a phoenix suddenly appeared behind me, with a huge momentum.

Liu Xiaoyu's heart moved, and there was a heroic spirit in her chest. She took out the black broken sword, and the corners of her mouth twitched again. Can this sword work?

The black sword trembled for a while, and Liu Xiaoyu almost lost his grip on it, "Okay, even if you complain in your heart, you will know that you are awesome."

The black sword shook violently again, broke away from Liu Xiaoyu's hand, flew around her, and then chased Liu Xiaoyu fiercely.

"Brother Jian, please be merciful with the sword. I didn't mean to despise you. Who would have known that you had a real sword but didn't show your face? If you show your face, you wouldn't be a real sword! Cai'er, come and help, Xiao Heijian is going crazy." Liu Xiaoyu

He said while running away.

The black sword hummed, speeded up, and cut Liu Xiaoyu's, um... index finger, and a drop of blood dripped into the sword body. Liu Xiaoyu planned to continue running away.

"Master, I am dripping blood to recognize my master! Please don't bother me." Cai'er said helplessly to this excellent master.

Liu Xiaoyu kept her running posture motionless, as if she was petrified, and then calmly and slowly retracted her movements. She patted her sleeves naturally and said, "I know. I just tried it to see if you know."

Cai'er was speechless.

Liu Xiaoyu looked at the black sword, which was slowly surrounded by white light. The sword began to lengthen, until it was the length of an ordinary sword. The white light gradually dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the broken sword. It was still a black sword, but it had become complete.

That's it. Liu Xiaoyu grabbed the hilt of the sword and said, "Yes, I'll call you Xiao Hei from now on!" The sword let out a long groan, seeming to express its dissatisfaction.

"My name is Nitian." A young male voice sounded in Liu Xiaoyu's mind, "Nitian?, Nitian Sword?"

Liu Xiaoyu looked at Heijian and said.

"Master, you said his name is Ni Tian?"

"Yes, Xiao Hei said it himself." The black sword shook violently, as if to say: "You are Xiao Hei, and your whole family is Xiao Hei."
Chapter completed!