Chapter 826 The True Form of the Mystical Sword

After writing his name, Bai Fei looked at the female disciple and asked, "Sister, you look at the room..."

"Ah! Sorry! I'll do it for you now!"

The female disciple came back to her senses and began to check in Bai Fei.

After checking in, Bai Fei left in a hurry. After all, this sister was too enthusiastic and launched a seductive attack on him.

Bai Fei didn't want to get entangled with her.

After Bai Fei quickly returned to his room, he was also breathing heavily.

"Finally!"

At that moment, Bai Fei sat on the bed, took out his token, circulated his spiritual energy, and injected it into it.

The spiritual pattern on the surface of the token immediately flowed with a faint luster, forming a projection light screen, which appeared in Bai Fei's sight.

[Name]: Bai Fei

[Gender]: Male

[Realm]: Fifth level of the Transformation Realm

[Identity]: Sword Pavilion disciple

[Building]: Zhalou

[Sect Contribution Points]: 19920904

[Residence]: Room 929, Main Building

Seeing this information, Bai Fei was slightly relieved.

"Fortunately, there are still more than 10 million contribution points, which is enough."

After all, Bai Fei still wanted to go to the training area to take a look, so he must need to use the sect contribution points.

Fortunately, Baili Qingyun did not deduct his sect contribution points, but still gave some sect contribution points.

After putting away the token, Bai Fei's face showed a thoughtful look, and he talked to himself.

"What should I do now..."

In terms of cultivation, in fact, no matter how much Bai Fei cultivates now, it is difficult to improve his own cultivation.

After all, in three months, even if he concentrates on cultivation, Bai Fei can only break through to the sixth level of the Transformation Realm, at most the seventh level of the Transformation Realm.

It is too irrational to spend three months to break through the realm.

You know, although cultivation is important, fighting ability is more important.

If there are enough means or trump cards, then even if the cultivation is slightly weaker, it can still compete.

However, Bai Fei can now enhance his strength. According to the current situation, it seems that there are no means.

The soul strength is already high enough.

The physical strength has reached the limit.

As for the cultivation? It's just like that.

Now, what Bai Fei can do is to practice the Xuantian Eight Styles.

Therefore, in the next period of time, Bai Fei is practicing the Xuantian Eight Styles and adapting to the weight of the Xuan Sword.

The previous fight with Qingxuan was just a one-move victory, so there is no need to use the power of the Xuan Sword.

But in the subsequent four-sect martial arts competition, others will not do such a one-move victory with you.

They will definitely use all means to force you into a desperate situation.

Therefore, Bai Fei must make himself stronger as much as possible.

In fact?

Bai Fei mastered the Xuantian Eight Styles faster than Meng Yueheng had imagined.

In Meng Yueheng's mind, the Xuantian Eight Styles were very powerful because they were all heavenly martial arts.

Therefore, let alone mastering the eight styles, even if he could master the first three styles, it was already a matter of gratitude to Meng Yueheng.

Even though Meng Yueheng knew that Bai Fei was a young king with great talent, it was definitely impossible for him to master the complete Xuantian Eight Styles in a short period of time.

However, Meng Yueheng didn't know that Bai Fei was now a young saint!

Therefore, the Xuantian Eight Styles were actually nothing in Bai Fei's eyes.

Bai Fei practiced seriously, and it only took him seven days to master all the Xuantian Eight Styles.

The rest of his time was actually to adapt to the added weight of the Xuan Sword.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed quietly.

During this half month, Bai Fei basically practiced alone.

Of course, during this period, Baili Changyue, Li Yuanming, Gongsun Potian and other people who knew Bai Fei all met with him and invited him to participate in some activities.

But they were all rejected by Bai Fei.

Because Bai Fei had his own plan.

On this day, Bai Fei waved the Xuan Sword in his hand in an open space.

For some reason, Bai Fei always felt that something was wrong.

"It's so heavy, but it's very awkward to wave it. There's no sense of power and heaviness at all?"

The more Bai Fei thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He just swung his palm and inserted the Xuan Sword into the ground with his backhand.

"What's going on with you? Why do I always feel uncomfortable using it?"

Bai Fei bent his knees, half squatted, touched his chin, looked straight at the Xuan Sword, and spoke.

Then, he stretched out his palm and gently stroked the Xuan Sword, trying to find out what was wrong.

At this time, a voice sounded not far away.

"Junior Brother Bai Fei, you are here indeed, you..."

At this time, a hearty laugh sounded in the void, and then a figure came and appeared in front of Bai Fei.

That was Li Yuanming.

However, when Li Yuanming came to Bai Fei's side, he saw Bai Fei squatting in front of the black sword, and then his palm kept stroking it, with a tender look.

This made Li Yuanming's eyes widen, with a horrified expression on his face.

No, what is this?

This Bai Fei... Why is his hobby so weird?

As for Bai Fei, he also turned his head to look at Li Yuanming, and then he saw a horrified expression on Li Yuanming's face, as if he had seen a ghost, which made Bai Fei stunned, and then he said: "Brother Yuanming, why do you have such an expression?"

Just after Bai Fei said this, he also slid to the other side of the hilt, and his palm just pressed another square gem.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, a dazzling light bloomed on the Xuan Sword.

The next second, the Xuan Sword directly changed from a long sword to a heavy sword, exuding a powerful and heavy aura.

At this moment, Bai Fei was stunned.

Then, his eyes widened, and a bright light bloomed.

"Is this the true form of the Xuan Sword?"

Bai Fei pondered in his heart, then stretched out his hand, grabbed the handle of the Xuan Sword, and pulled it out of the mud.

"Buzz!"

Bai Fei quickly swung the heavy Xuan Sword, sweeping it in the air.

Then, Bai Fei discovered an astonishing fact.

The weight of the Xuan Sword did not change, but...

When Bai Fei swung the Xuan Sword, he was as smooth as flowing water!