Xu Qingyun took out a few pills to restore spiritual energy from his storage ring and took them, then sat down cross-legged again to restore the exhausted spiritual energy in his Dantian.
Xu Qingyun used one-third of the obtained quenched stone.
The remaining two-thirds of the body tempering stone should only be able to cultivate Xu Qingyun's body and break through to the second level of hegemony.
If you want to make more breakthroughs, you need to find more body tempering stones, or other heavenly materials and earthly treasures that can also be used to temper your body.
Of course, there is another way, which is to be down-to-earth, one step at a time, and make unremitting efforts to train your body every day. You can also break through in this way, but the time will be much slower, and you may not be able to break through the first level of hegemony in two or three years.
time flies.
Xu Qingyun, who was recovering the spiritual energy in his body, suddenly opened his starry eyes, and then stopped to restore the spiritual energy.
The reason is simple: the enemy is coming.
It came faster than he expected.
Xu Qingyun stood up and felt the spiritual energy in his Dantian.
"Only 30% has been restored, but it's enough."
Xu Qingyun walked out of the villa slowly, looking into the distance with a pair of starry eyes.
Thousands of meters away, a figure sat on a war horse, standing majestically.
The golden armor shines brightly under the bright moon, flashing with golden cold light.
Holding a golden holy sword with an icy edge, a pair of strange-colored eyes looked at Xu Qingyun coldly, thousands of meters apart.
The two were thousands of meters apart, and Yaoyao looked at each other.
"It came pretty quickly."
Xu Qingyun said indifferently, not sure if the other party could hear him.
The next second, under Xu Qingyun's gaze, the knight in golden armor moved. Under the bright moonlight, riding a black horse, it turned into a golden lightning, lighting up the night sky, and rushed towards Xu Qingyun at high speed.
Facing the paladin of the Holy Holy See who was charging towards him, Xu Qingyun did not show the slightest trace of panic on his face. His eyes were like water, he watched calmly, and he slowly uttered a few words:
"Seek death!"
There were already many people watching the battle around. They came here with the Holy Knight Artik.
What they didn't expect was that Artik immediately started taking action as soon as he arrived.
Paladin Artik, riding a black horse, had already charged in within a few breaths.
Holding the holy sword tightly in his hand, the sword's light cut through the night and struck directly at Xu Qingyun who was standing in front of the villa door.
Xu Qingyun did not move, and a golden defensive barrier lit up around his body, blocking Artik's sword without being injured.
However, the villa behind him was not so lucky. The remaining power of the sword knocked the door of the villa behind Xu Qingyun away, and the terrifying force disturbed many furniture in the villa such as sofas, tables, vases, and televisions.
smash.
In an instant, the originally clean and beautiful villa was devastated and dilapidated.
The war horse neighed, its front hooves leaped up, and Artik held the holy sword, just like a Western god descending, arrogant.
Artik looked down at Xu Qingyun and said coldly: "Are you the Qingyun Immortal Emperor of China, the one who killed Coles?"
The way Artik looked at Xu Qingyun and the tone of his voice seemed to be the last inquiry before trial. He was arrogant and arrogant.
Xu Qingyun's face was calm, and there was even a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Artik and his black horse.
If you look closely at this black war horse, it is not difficult to find that it is not a real war horse, but is made of some kind of power.
It's like a Chinese warrior who uses true energy to condense virtual objects into matter.
Or maybe the spiritual energy method used by cultivators like Xu Qingyun.
This black war horse is fine for showing off, but it's actually not of much use.
Seeing Xu Qingyun just looking at him and not answering at all.
Artik became angry, and there seemed to be blazing anger burning in his heterochromatic pupils, making him look majestic.
"Are you the Qingyun Immortal Emperor of China?"
He asked again, but this time the voice was more than twice as loud. It was like a thunder falling, shaking his mind.
This terrifying prestige and momentum were so oppressive that a weaker person, or an ordinary person, might have knelt down directly in front of Artik.
But Xu Qingyun was obviously not affected by this, and he still looked calm and stood indifferently.
Those around who were watching the battle hidden in the dark felt the terrifying power and were horrified, astonished by Artik's powerful strength.
"It's really terrifying, but if the aura is so powerful, then how strong is the real strength!?"
"As expected of one of the ten holy knights of the Holy See, he is really powerful!"
Of course there are some who don't take it seriously.
"It's just a small trick used to show off, and it's useless! Hypocritical guys like the Holy Holy See like to do this!"
Many people were surprised that this man dared to be so bold and openly insulted and slandered the Holy See.
Although many people also think that Yatik is too pretentious, they only dare to curse in their hearts, but they never dare to say it directly.
Everyone looked towards the person who was speaking. When they saw the special ghost-headed mask on this person's head, they were all shocked and immediately fell silent, not daring to say anything.
"It's from the Witch Ghost Clan!"
"Look at the mask on his face, he turns out to be a special envoy of witch ghosts, a level six expert!"
Among the many forces in the West, the Witch-Ghost tribe can be ranked in the top five, and they have always given people the impression of being mysterious and terrifying, and should not be messed with.
The methods of the witch-ghost clan are strange, just like the wizards in Western legends. Their methods are diverse and unpredictable.
If you provoke these people from the witch-ghost clan, you may not even understand how you died when you die.
Therefore, many people keep a respectful distance from the people of the Wugui tribe.
Although the Wugui Clan is strong, their numbers are very small and their whereabouts are unpredictable. They generally do not appear in the public eye. Unexpectedly, this time the Holy Knight Artik seeks revenge from Chinese masters, and the Wugui Clan people will also come to watch the battle.
After Yatik questioned Xu Qingyun for the second time, he still didn't get a reply. He had decided not to say more.
His eyes were roaring and burning, his voice was cold:
"If you dare to ignore the Holy See and the Holy Knights, then accept the Holy Punishment!"
"Go to hell!"
Before he finished speaking, the holy sword in Atik's hand slashed towards Xu Qingyun, as if it was the sanction of the gods, with terrifying power.
A blazing white light lit up, like holy light coming, covering Xu Qingyun's entire body.
This terrifying sword seems to be able to destroy everything.
boom!!!
With a loud noise, the luxurious villa behind Xu Qingyun exploded and turned into countless fragments, scattering in all directions.
The people watching the battle were shocked in their hearts when they felt this terrifying sword strike.
"Then the powerful Chinese people will not just die like this. If that's the case, it would be too boring!"
"Look!"
Suddenly, someone screamed.
Artik's sword suddenly stopped and did not fall completely.
It's not that he doesn't want to fall, it's that he can't fall.
The holy sword in his hand is now held by an ordinary hand, and it is difficult to miss it.
The owner of this hand is none other than Xu Qingyun who is in front of Artik.