Chapter 182 No spiritual power, but brute force!
Ruan Qiao was accustomed to it, but Zhou Huaian and Chu Xuan saw the secret.
This kind of adaptability is not something you are born with.
Even if you are smart enough and savvy enough, you still need experience.
Who guided her to learn this?
Brother Xuandao on Kunwu Mountain has been in seclusion for several years. Counting the days, when Ruan Qiao went up the mountain, Xuandao had not yet left seclusion.
Chu Xuan looked at Zhou Huaian,
"Who is her master?"
Zhou Huaian pondered for a moment,
"Zhen Dao, But most of the time, Zhenren is in retreat, and her senior brother Lu Ping'an is taking her, as well as a group of disciples from Kunwu Mountain."
Any more and he wouldn't know.
Because the reputation of Kunwu Mountain is not good in Xiaoyao Dao Sect, and it is known as a waste mountain gate.
What is interesting is that from such a mountain gate, a Ruan Qiao and a Shen Nanzhu came out.
A man who gave up his sword and started doing business at the age of twelve, opened shops almost all over the fourteen continents of Cangwu.
As for the others, there is very little information that can be found out from the outside.
As for the senior brother Ruan Qiao said, he has not shown up all year round. I heard that he is a waste.
But if you can teach a good disciple like Ruan Qiao, how can he be a waste?
"Lu Ping'an?"
Chu Xuan's expression was gloomy. He had been in seclusion for more than three hundred years. He was not clear about what had happened in Xiaoyao Dao Sect in recent years.
But if this person really raised Ruan Qiao like this, then he had a big plan.
On the twenty-seventh level, several people had been injured to varying degrees.
Yao Yue covered her chest, wiped the blood from the corners of her lips, and looked at Ruan Qiao,
"You are indeed good!"
Ruan Qiao touched her arm The whip marks on his body and the wounds on his hands condensed his blood again, and he replied to her,
"You're not bad, either!"
The injuries were bloody. Except for the two years since she first went up the mountain, she had not suffered such injuries for a long time.
Ji Huarong looked at Yandu, her eyes were about to burst, her originally delicate hair was in a mess, and she looked so disgraceful,
"Come again! I will definitely kill you!" "He actually destroyed his hair crown in front of his Yaoyao.
Yandu also had color on his face and smiled contemptuously at Ji Huarong,
"My defeated general, you come here Ah!”
Ji Huarong was so tired that he wanted to give himself a bottle of elixirs to restore his strength, but the rules set by his ancestors meant that during the Lingxue Pavilion trial, he could not take elixirs. He took a deep breath and He hit Yandu.
Yan Du stood still and did not move, but Ruan Qiao moved.
She turned sideways and kicked him out of the window.
“Sorry, enough fighting!”
Ruan Qiao sucked in a big breath, obviously enough for this round of fighting.
Solved one by one, Ji Huarong’s skills are quite evil.
Yao Yue looked at Ruan Qiao's actions with disbelief,
"Didn't you lose all your spiritual power just now?"
The four of them consumed almost the same amount, even if It was Yandu who was holding on.
They are all at the end of their strength and need time to recover their spiritual energy!
And Ruan Qiao consumes the most!
After Ruan Qiao kicked out this kick, she coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. She took a few deep breaths, then raised her head and smiled at Yao Yue and said,
"Is it true? We have strength, but our sword cultivators are thick-skinned and have no spiritual power, so we have a lot of strength.”
Furthermore, sword cultivators are poor.
So poor!
So when it comes to restoring spiritual power, drugs are rarely the solution.
And this will inevitably lead to the sword cultivator recovering much faster than other cultivators without the elixir.
Awesome, he came from poverty!
(End of this chapter)