He didn't dare to take his life for a joke.

Zhuo Wen opened the window, looked at the sky, and found that it was already night.

"Tomorrow is the opening day of the Wu Song Society, so I won't practice the Soul Sword Intent tonight, I just need to polish that Soul Sword Intent!"

Zhuowen talked to himself, closed the window again, sat cross-legged on the futon, and began to concentrate on condensing the first soul sword that was separated.

Through continuous condensing of soul and sword intent, Zhuo Wen was pleasantly surprised to find that his damaged soul was slowly repairing.

There was a look of enlightenment in his eyes, and he finally understood the good intentions of the founder who created the secret method of the soul sword.

This secret method is indeed a method of self-torture when separating the soul, but after passing this stage, the process of condensing the sword intent of the soul is an opportunity to repair and strengthen the soul.

At dawn, there was a knock on the door.

Zhuo Wen slowly opened his eyes, and there was a trace of brilliance in his eyes.

Last night, he condensed the soul sword intent all night, and the sword intent in his soul was finally honed from a simple sword shape to a sword embryo shape.

Zhuo Wen believes that if he is only given time to continue to hone, the sword embryo of the soul and sword will eventually become a peerless sword.

Zhuo Wen got up and opened the door.

To his surprise, it was not Ziwei Xingjun who knocked on his door, but Jingshan.

"Fellow Daoist Long, you are really cautious. You have set up so many formation restrictions outside, and I am almost at a disadvantage!" Jing Shan took a deep look at Zhuo Wen.

After putting away the restrictions in the room, Zhuo Wen said indifferently: "When Long is practicing, he doesn't like to be disturbed, so he habitually arranges formation restrictions every time he retreats."

Jing Shan didn't ask any further questions, but said, "Shao Lei, the elder of the Wu Clan, has sent someone over to let us gather at the gate. Let's go there now! And this time to participate in the Wu Song meeting, it's best for you and me to act separately." .�

Zhuo Wen nodded, even if Jingshan didn't say anything, he didn't intend to act together with Jingshan.

"Fellow Taoist Jingshan, go and gather first! I'll wait for my friend!" Zhuo Wen said.

Jing Shan didn't say much, she turned around and left.

After Jingshan left, Ziwei Xingjun also came out of the room, the two of them looked at each other and walked together.

The gate of the bungalow area is a large open space. At this moment, many alien races have gathered.

These alien races are geniuses of small clans selected by Tianmen in the inner city.

At this moment, in front of these alien races, a young Wu clan with a red complexion stood proudly on the spot, like a proud peacock, looking down at the many geniuses of the small clan in front of him.

"You ants from this small tribe, can you move faster? I really don't know why our great witch tribe gave you a thousand places for these trash races? It's a waste of places. You are just cannon fodder. Songhui, the first stage may be annihilated!"

The young witch seemed very impatient. Seeing those foreigners who were late, he couldn't help but get mad, and his words were very rude.

The words of the young Wu clan immediately aroused the indignation of many foreigners present.

But they can only smash their teeth and swallow it in their stomachs. After all, the young Wu Clan in front of them is a child of the Wu Clan. Now they are in their territory, and they can't afford to provoke them.

Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun arrived late, they were the last batch.

Seeing Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun walking leisurely, the young witch's eyes grew more impatient.

"You two came so late, you don't need to attend the Wu Song meeting, just get out!" The young Wuzu pointed at Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun, and said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, all the aliens in the team looked at Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun in unison, their eyes were full of pity.

The arrogance and rudeness of this young Wu clan was fully displayed just now.

They also knew that this young Wu clan did what it said, that is to say, these two guys who arrived late were probably about to lose their places to participate in the Wu Song Society.

When Zhuo Wen heard it, his face suddenly became gloomy. He looked at the young Wu clan, and said coldly: "The quota of Wu Songhui is presided over by Elder Shao Lei, and only Elder Shao Lei can cancel this quota. If you say so, it is Don't you think that you have more power than Elder Shao Lei, and you can completely ignore Elder Shao Lei's rules?"

The young Wuzu was taken aback, he didn't expect that the alien race in front of him would be so kind, and he would directly contradict him, which made him furious.

"Hehe, I'm just the disciple of Elder Shao Lei, but the elder has given me full power to take charge of your affairs, and your quota is naturally in my hands. If I say you are not qualified, then you will If you are not qualified, why don�t you get out of the inner city! Or do you want me to ask someone to throw you out?� The young Wuzu said indifferently.

Zhuo Wen didn't pay attention to this young Wu clan at all. In his opinion, this young Wu clan didn't have that much power, and his quota could be cancelled.

Seeing that Zhuo Wen ignored him, the young Wu clan was furious.

"Okay! You despicable little ant, how dare you ignore me! Today I will show you how miserable it will be to ignore me!"

The young Wu Clan reached out with his right hand and grabbed Zhuo Wen. JrNovels.com