Zhou Jue picked up a sword and thought about the current situation.
According to the script, he lost his memory and was trapped in a barren mountain by an unknown force, unable to enter or exit. Then he picked up seemingly useless props and properly configured the protagonist.
It's just that his protagonist is too shabby.
Firstly, there is no way to use spiritual energy to practice, and secondly, there is no secret book on the technique.
The spiritual energy of Wanling Mountain is dozens of times that of the outside world, but he was unable to absorb it. Instead, a black dragon was used as a spiritual energy purifier!
He ignored the sword he picked up, let alone gave him any secrets that would make him invincible after practicing.
Cultivation is not easy, Xiao Zhou sighed.
The spiritual energy of this mountain has been blinded in vain.
It didn't seem to be useless. He fed it all to that broken sword, but it was like water dripping into the sea, without any movement! Tens of thousands of spiritual energy are enough for an ordinary person to build a foundation or even form a pill.
After Jian responded and learned his life experience, Zhou Jue continued to look at the sky. He was wrong. He was not the protagonist of the story, but the props he picked up were!
What is beauty, strength and misery?
Zhou Jue pointed at the shuriken and said, "Did you see it? This is it!"
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