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Chapter 591

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"Now, you should know to give up, right?"

The third elder stroked his beard and sighed at Zhen Xiaoxiao's quick decision to give up. Otherwise, his arm would have been crippled.

Zhen Xiaoxiao leaned against the wall and breathed heavily.

She opened her storage bag, took out a medicine, and swallowed it. Then, she sat down cross-legged and entered meditation again.

Although her first attempt had failed.

It was a complete failure.

But in those few breaths, she had gained a lot!

After all, theory and practice were very different. No amount of meditation could compare to one try.

Only by trying could one know the variables.

Only by analyzing the variables could one control it.

Another two hours passed, and the damage caused by the Extraordinary Fire had been repaired by the medicine. Some things that she had not thought through clearly gradually formed a vague outline in Zhen Xiaoxiao's mind.

Again!

It was still the same Levelless Fire. Zhen Xiaoxiao drew out a trace of it and absorbed it into her body.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths …

This time, she actually persisted for ten breaths before she forced the fire out of her fingertips with flushed cheeks!

"Fast progress!"

The third elder's eyes bulged. He was deeply shocked by Zhen Xiaoxiao's heartlessness.

She was really a child who was not afraid of hardship.

But it was still impossible to learn the Supreme Flame Cauldron Technique just by enduring it!

"The eighth level of the Spiritual Slash Technique is so difficult!"

At this moment, Shen Tu Weiran, who was sitting in the stele forest, had a troubled expression on his face.

He had been meditating for a long time, but he was still far from the stone stele's requirements.

He stood up, grabbed his True Energy Spear, and pointed it at the air, trying to find inspiration for a breakthrough through continuous practice.

She took the medicine.

Zhen Xiaoxiao entered meditation again.

It was like she had been burned again and again. She was covered in wounds, but she had never hesitated when it came to absorbing the fire into her body.

"If you were in the Wargod Temple, the elders would have used more methods to let you experience the Extraordinary Fire entering your body without getting injured."

Lian Zizhuo sighed in his heart.

After all, this was the path that Zhen Xiaoxiao had chosen.

Time passed day after day.

Now of the ten spirit beast cultivators, there were only two left. The Eastern Palace and the Spirit Gate both had empty spots.

There were still three spots left for the Eastern Alchemy Master.

There was no more lively scene like when Yang Yan, Yi Qiu, and Medicine Master appeared together. However, the entire Mang Mountain Warzone did not slow down because of the appearance of the victors, and the tense atmosphere of the tournament was not lost.

Because they had staked everything on a single throw, the battle for the final spot became even more intense and frenzied as time passed!

Under the push of the huge pressure, there were already hundreds of people in the stele forest who wanted to fight with the Heavenly Lion.

The person with the second fastest speed had also arrived in front of the fifth stele.

Just when he felt that there was hope for him to surpass Shentu Weiran, he saw Shentu Weiran, who had been brandishing his spear under the monument for the past two days, suddenly stop his hand movements. Using the spearhead that specialized in attacking, he drew a blurry circle in midair.

From offense to defense.

Boom boom boom!

The stone tablet in front of him crumbled on its own!

With heart-shaking steps, Shentu Weiran steadily walked to the front of the ninth stone stele.

"Hu hu hu …"

Zhen Xiaoxiao panted heavily.

Because of the serious internal injuries, her hair had lost its color and was seriously yellow. Her small face was swollen, and the exposed skin of her body was covered with large and small red wounds.

She was like a dying person, sitting weakly against the stone wall. Her fingers were slowly fumbling in her storage bag.

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