As far as the Broken Sword Butcher knew, it wasn't uncommon to absorb other people's inner energy and turn it into one's own. In particular, some evil sects and devil cults even had special techniques to learn.
However, spiritual awareness was a very important existence. Not only was it closely related to martial artists, but it also had the power to destroy one's mind. This was something that couldn't be easily avoided.
It was simply absurd to want to be like Luo Ping, who not only cut off the connection between spiritual awareness and martial artists, but also absorbed and swallowed it as if nothing had happened. Moreover, he seemed to have even transformed and strengthened his own spiritual awareness.
Luo Ping was well aware of the Broken Sword Butcher's reaction. Originally, he just wanted to give it a try. He wanted to see if this method, which had been in his mind for a long time, would work.
Now, not only was it feasible, but it also worked without any hindrance. Feeling the happy feedback from the spirit embryo after the spiritual awareness was absorbed, he couldn't help but have an evil thought.
"Since absorbing spiritual awareness can strengthen one's spiritual awareness more than absorbing spiritual energy particles, then if I go to the Cultivation Domain, won't I be able to forcibly absorb other people's spiritual awareness whenever I want?"
"This will save me time and effort, and I'll get twice the result with half the effort. However, it seems a little too shameless. It'll be troublesome if I get punished by the heavens. Forget it."
After thinking about it, Luo Ping gave up on this idea. If he did this, then what was the difference between him and an evil spirit? However, if he encountered an evil spirit, then he could give it a try.
After a short while, Luo Ping had completely swallowed all of the spiritual awareness released by the Broken Sword Butcher. The spirit embryo whirled around and drilled into the Broken Sword Butcher's Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.
Looking at the extremely pale and weak Broken Sword Butcher in front of him, Luo Ping smiled and asked, "Senior Broken Sword, do you still want to continue?"
The meaning of his words was self-evident. He was almost certain that he would win. The reason he asked this question was to see what his opponent thought.
The Broken Sword Butcher's expression changed several times. In the end, he shook his head helplessly and forced a smile.
"Just now, I forcibly used my spiritual sense attack, but it was completely swallowed by you without any hesitation. Now, my spiritual power is extremely weak. Even if I use my skills, it is difficult for me to use them normally. What can I use to compete with you?"
In the end, although Broken Sword Butcher's tone sounded a little lonely, the way he addressed Zhang Zian was a lot friendlier, as if they were friends.
The strong, no matter where they were, would always receive the respect of others. At this moment, Luo Ping was already considered a true friend by the other party.
"Thank you, Senior Broken Sword!"
Luo Ping didn't forget to be humble, which made the Broken Sword Butcher, who was about to turn around and leave, laugh helplessly.
"Stinking brat, don't play this game with me. What do you mean by letting me win or not? Do you think the surrounding people can't tell? In the future, don't call me senior. Let's call each other brothers. You call me Brother Broken Sword, and I'll call you Little Brother Luo. How's that? "
When Luo Ping heard this, his face stiffened. He didn't expect these old monsters to have such strange tempers. They were hundreds of years old, yet they still called him, who was only in his twenties, brother. However, since the other party had said so, he couldn't just brush him off.
With a smile on his face, Luo Ping awkwardly called out "Brother Broken Sword", and immediately got the other party's response, "Little Brother Luo". Luo Ping's scalp tingled. He felt like he was dating someone.
"Clang!"
The sound of a weapon falling to the ground was heard. The two looked up and found that Heavenly Sword Practitioner's hands were empty.
He, who had never let go of his sword, had lost his most treasured Heavenly Fault Sword. This made his face pale, and his aura weakened greatly. He felt like he had aged several decades.
To a Swordsman, his sword was like his life. It could even be said that it was more important than his life. Now that his sword had left his hand, it meant that Heavenly Sword Practitioner had lost.
He couldn't remember how many years it had been since his Heavenly Fault Sword was knocked out of his hand. At this moment, Heavenly Sword Practitioner stared blankly at the sword in the distance. It took him a while to regain his composure.
"Taoist Priest Cang Shan is indeed worthy of the title of Taoist. I'm impressed. I'm sincerely convinced of my loss."
Heavenly Sword Practitioner cupped his fist and bowed. After he finished speaking, he walked up to the Heavenly Fault Sword, picked it up, and left the arena. Taoist Priest Cang Shan gave him a kind smile and left as well.
"Taoist Priest Cang Shan should be the strongest opponent. We have to be careful."
Broken Sword Butcher said calmly. It seemed like he was talking to himself, but it also seemed like he was reminding Luo Ping. It seemed like even he was afraid of his opponent.
"No matter how strong he is, I have to defeat him. Even if I have to use the Tristar Crescent Sword …" Luo Ping thought firmly.
…
Under the expectant gaze of countless people, the two groups of matches finally came to an end. In the end, Luo Ping and Taoist Priest Cang Shan won.
In the afternoon, it would be the seventh round of matches. According to the current situation, Luo Ping's opponent would either be Heavenly Sword Practitioner or Taoist Priest Cang Shan.
Luo Ping wanted to spar with Heavenly Sword Practitioner. After all, he was a Swordsman senior and the founder of the largest Swordsman sect. He must have something to learn from him.
As for Taoist Master Cangshan, whether it was in terms of cultivation or the strength of his spiritual sense, he was probably the best among them. If Luo Ping wanted to defeat him, he would have to pay a price.
"Senior Heavenly Sword, you are not in a good condition. You should take the time to adjust your breath. You still have a match in the afternoon."
Seeing Heavenly Sword Practitioner studying the Heavenly Fault Sword, Luo Ping stepped forward and said with concern. Heavenly Sword Practitioner did not look away. However, he asked Luo Ping a question.
"Little friend Luo, do you think swords have emotions?"
"Senior Heavenly Sword, if you asked me this question a few years ago, I would have told you no. But now … I can honestly say that swords do have emotions."
"It's not just swords. Everything in the world has emotions. Whether it's humans, animals, flowers, or trees, they all have their own emotional world. It's just that we can't understand it. Why do you ask this question, Senior Heavenly Sword?"
After Luo Ping expressed his opinion, he changed the topic and asked. Since Heavenly Sword Practitioner asked this question for no reason, there must be a reason.
"The Heavenly Fault Sword has been with me for hundreds of years. It has already become one with my mind. I can clearly feel its subtle waves. When it was struck down just now, I could clearly feel its mournful cry. That feeling was like listening to an old friend crying …"
Heavenly Sword Practitioner gently stroked the Heavenly Fault Sword with his palm. The sword seemed to have sensed something and immediately trembled slightly. It let out a soft cry as a response.
This made Luo Ping feel very inconceivable. Although he believed that everything had emotions, he still clicked his tongue when he saw this sword being so sensitive to human nature.
"That's right. I remember master said that the weapons used in the Cultivation Domain can produce weapon spirits once they reach a certain level. Weapon spirits can also cultivate and even become physical. But … even master's previous weapons have not reached that level. Could Senior Heavenly Sword's Heavenly Fault Sword be of such a high level?"
Luo Ping suddenly remembered some of the things that 'Spiritual Master Qing Xiu' said to him. He stared at the Heavenly Fault Sword for a while but did not see anything special about it. He even felt that the Heavenly Fault Sword was not even one-tenth of his Slanting Moon Tristar Sword.
The Slanting Moon Tristar Sword was a divine sword given to him by the old man's master. It had been with him for about ten years. Under the nourishment of true energy for ten years, it had formed a very close connection with him. However, there had never been a sword as sensitive to human nature as the Heavenly Fault Sword.
"Senior Heavenly Sword, since the Heavenly Fault Sword is so sensitive to human nature, it should be a rare divine sword. I wonder if you have tried to communicate with the sword or refine it?"
"Refine? How do I refine it? I have tried to communicate with it many times, but there was no substantial effect. "
After hearing Luo Ping's words, Heavenly Sword Householder finally moved his eyes away from the Heavenly Fault Sword and asked doubtfully.
"So Senior actually hasn't refined it yet. That's no wonder. The simplest refining process is to bind the weapon with your blood. While the weapon absorbs the blood, you wrap the weapon with your zhenqi and nourish it for a long time until the weapon resonates with you."
"At this time, the warrior can feel the fluctuation frequency of the weapon, and the weapon can also sense the true energy fluctuation of the master. The relationship between the two is like the relationship between a fish and water. It's very close."
Luo Ping briefly told Heavenly Sword Householder the method that 'Spiritual Master Qing Xiu' had told him. Heavenly Sword Householder's spirit was lifted, and his decadent aura was reignited. He had returned to the demeanor of a grandmaster.
"How long will it take? This old man can't wait to refine it now. "
"The specific time varies from person to person. However, since Senior has been with the Heavenly Fault Sword for several hundred years, it should be relatively easy for you to refine it. You should be able to finish refining it before the competition in the afternoon."
Luo Ping said without hesitation as he saw through Heavenly Sword Householder's intention. If Heavenly Sword Householder could refine it successfully, his strength might increase by a lot. It would be worth their friendship.
In the following time, Luo Ping told Heavenly Sword Householder some things to pay attention to and the specific refining method. Then, he sat down cross-legged beside him to guard him.
After binding the weapon with his blood, Heavenly Sword Householder released his true energy and wrapped the Heavenly Fault Sword that was floating in front of him. The sword slowly rotated in his true energy and looked very harmonious.
Such a scene attracted the attention of many people. They were all curious about what Heavenly Sword Householder was doing. However, when they saw Luo Ping's attentive expression, they understood.
Heavenly Sword Householder had comprehended something during the competition. It seemed that he was improving his strength. However, they didn't know whether it would affect his ranking. Many people were looking forward to it.
Even Daoist Priest Cang Shan, Broken Sword Butcher, and other experts who had entered the top nine also stared at the sword for a while. They wanted to see what was going on. However, it was a pity that they didn't get anything in the end.
The lunch break soon passed. Heavenly Sword Householder, who was concentrating on refining the Heavenly Fault Sword, suddenly raised his eyebrows. The aura on his body fluctuated slightly. This attracted Luo Ping's attention.
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