The wind was blowing wild sand, and two war horses stood on the slope, and two smart-faced knights stood beside the war horses and looked at the horizon in the distance.

"The caravans in the distance are really lucky. If the main force is not there, you can find such a master, Kill Yan Jiu, and destroy the horse thieves of the barbarian beast clan. Hehe, it's not bad, really good."

One of the knights sneered, and his eyes looked at the horizon, as if he could see the caravans coming from afar outside the horizon.

"Stop laughing, Ruishan, isn't it just a Yan Jiu and a group of horse thieves in the Beast Clan. You can kill the so-called master in an instant by taking action by either of you and me. So please don't use this excuse to make me laugh with goosebumps."

The knight beside him spoke in an unhappy tone, and as he spoke, he had turned around and walked towards the war horse.

"Rikong, don't you think this kind of laughter is very imposing."

The knight named Ruishan turned his face in dissatisfaction and spoke in great complaint.

"What is the momentum? They were sent to Biluochuanwangjing with the young master. What is the momentum?"

Ruikong turned over the horse, but a hint of hatred shot out in his eyes, "If this damn caravan from afar, if I don't play with it until I collapse, I will be the first-class guard of the Murong family of the Han Empire."

In an angry tone, the slope suddenly collapsed, and the mud cliff more than ten meters high poured down like a flood that broke the dike, but a war horse ran out of the pouring loess as if walking in the air.

"Rikong, your NN's second-hand guy."

Ruishan's angry curses sounded, and his figure appeared on another war horse at some point. Like the first one, he ran out of the pouring loess in the air and headed towards the distance.

Sitting cross-legged, Luo Bei had entered the depths of his spirit again. At this time, a row of numbers were clearly displayed on the unopened door, 10/100.

Looking at this number, Luo Bei felt a little helpless and headache. He killed at least dozens of people in this battle, and at least a hundred people died. The mental aftermath of these people was completely absorbed by Wu.

These people themselves are also far more powerful than those he had killed in the ancient city in the past.

However, the number that improves both quantity and quality brings about the increase in the number marks, which is much less than the number marks of the first door.

What Luo Bei was even more helpless was that these numbers could not be kept. This battle made Luo Bei understand more that his strength was too low. He had to continue to burn his mental power and constantly deduce a more profound artistic conception.

In the hope of improving his combat effectiveness in the shortest time, otherwise, he would probably not be able to survive the next battle.

"No, what do you need to do if you want to achieve perfect mastery and fusion of the two artistic conceptions?"

In the space, Luo Bei spoke without hesitation.

The power generated by the fusion of the purple lightning sword intent and the broken cloud spirit artistic conception is the greatest power currently concentrated in Luobei, which is no less than that of Bai Hong Guanri's unique sword intent.

"The user's vitality level is too low, and it is impossible to master it perfectly at present."

The sound of Wu Yanban was heard, and Luo Bei frowned. Wu was indeed omnipotent, but it was also limited. That is energy conservation. After all, Wu was just a system, not a god, so Wu could quickly improve Luo Bei's artistic conception and master the moves, but he could not turn Luo Bei into a peerless powerhouse at once.

Because the human body is the most wonderful thing in the world, and the development of the human body also requires a process. Cultivation and accumulation of vitality are the process. At most, it is to speed up this process, but there is no way to omit this process.

"No, let's estimate whether the aftermath of the burning spirit can bring the purple lightning sword intent or the cloud breaking force into a higher level of artistic conception."

Luo Bei spoke again, becoming stronger was his biggest idea at the moment, so if he couldn't walk one lane, he would immediately change another lane and continue to try to become stronger.

"According to calculations, the current mental aftermath burning of the collected spiritual aftermath makes it take about half a month to reach a higher level of purple light sword intent and break the cloud spirit artistic conception."

The voice of Wu rang out quickly, Luo Bei had a double eyebrows, half a month, this time was not long. Ninety percent of the warriors in this world could not even cultivate a martial arts into artistic conception in their entire lives. If they told others that they could upgrade the artistic conception of the two martial arts in half a month, they would probably not be envious and crazy.

However, Luo Bei knew that he had no half a month. Not to mention the attacks he might encounter in the middle, even the caravan arrived in Wangjing City only about a week left. Half a month ago, the caravan was in Wangjing City, and he was probably chased by the forces behind Jiao Wushuang.

Originally, with Luo Bei's personality, since he offended the boss of Wangjing, he would definitely not go to Wangjing. As in his previous life, things to avoid the limelight still need to be done.

Helplessly, when he left the ancient city, Old Man Cai asked him to look for an item in the capital. That item was enough to allow him to obtain a book of vital energy that could at least be cultivated to the realm of Martial Saint without bottlenecks.

Although he has a system now, he is in urgent need of the secrets of vitality that can cultivate to the realm of Martial Saint without bottlenecks. Even if he looks at the secrets in this world, he is probably extremely precious, but he will never give up.

Being a killer is a deal that seeks wealth and danger. No matter how strong the power behind Jiao Wushuang is, Luobei still wants to enter Wangjing.

He never doubted what Old Man Cai said about practicing martial saint without bottlenecks. Luo Bei's eyes were not blind. Although Old Man Cai looked sloppy and dirty, he could feel the aura of a paradise that the old guy occasionally showed inadvertently. What's more, in the world where he was in his previous life, are there still few stories about such strange people in various legends?

Therefore, Luobei’s biggest goal is Wangjing and his team.

"No, is there a way to shorten the time?"

Luo Bei frowned and asked, "Half a month is too long, and he must improve his strength as quickly as possible. Before entering Wangjing City, he should improve his strength as much as possible and maximize his strength as possible.

"A large amount of burning mental power and Yuanshi can compress time to less than a week."

Wu's voice sounded, but this time, Luo Bei's eyes lit up. His words were just trying to ask casually. He didn't expect Wu to give hope, but he didn't want to get a positive answer.

"No, don't care about all the burning, be sure to upgrade the artistic conception of both martial arts to a higher level within one week."

Luo Bei ordered harshly, what else to worry about at this time? The mental power was extremely sufficient because of the mental aftermath. After the Yuanshi and horse thieves incident, the caravan sent dozens of dollars, which was more than enough.
Chapter completed!