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Even so, Lin Xie and the rest still shrank back, but no matter how they looked at the warmth between the two of them, they could not hide it.

Ling Yun was speechless.

Ling'er's beautiful face flushed red.

"I'm fine!" Lingyun waved his hand, indicating that Ling'er could stop channeling spiritual energy into her body to treat his wounds.

Ling'er nodded and retracted her Spiritual Qi.

Lingyun sat cross-legged and channeled the primordial divine art, controlling the spirit energy to recover its strength.

In fact, it wasn't that serious of a force. It was just that his blood was boiling and his internal organs were slightly shaken. After being treated by Ling'er just now, she was almost completely fine.

However, even though Ling'er's spirit energy was strong, it was still foreign spirit energy. His body would instinctively reject it, and the healing effect would only be half the result. She could only barely calm her blood and suppress her strength.

If he wanted to truly heal his injuries, he would have to rely on his own spiritual energy.

"What the hell is going on?" Although he was recuperating, Ling Yun did not give up on this question.

He was only performing the form of the Wandering Dragon Steps. He didn't have any intention of cultivating it, so even if he practiced it incorrectly, he wouldn't suffer any backlash. However, this …

He had never heard of this question before!

Very quickly, in less than half a quarter of an hour, Ling Yun's power had completely recovered, and his face had regained its rosiness.

She stood up, and pulled out the Heaven-Devouring Divine Light Sword that was stabbed into the ground, and just as she was about to cultivate, Ling'er said indifferently: "Are you going to lose your life? "He still dares to cultivate?"

The corner of Lingyun's mouth twitched, why did he sound like he was putting his life on the line every time he cultivated? Was she cursing him or caring about him?

Un, she must be cursing him. This girl was a violent madman, why would she care about him?

Taking a step back, the Heaven-Devouring Divine Light Sword pointed towards the ground. A sword intent that was so sharp that it could pierce the heavens was slowly released from his body, forming a basic sword style.

As a sword cultivator, a strong qualified sword cultivator, he knew the importance of basic sword techniques.

He would not just focus on pursuing a strong and gorgeous sword technique and give up on practicing the basic sword technique.

This was because he knew that no matter how powerful or gorgeous the sword techniques were, they were all evolved from the basic sword techniques. The basic sword techniques were the true source of power.

If a swordsman did not know the basics of swordsmanship, then he could not be considered a true swordsman.

The more solid the basic sword technique was, the more one's understanding of sword techniques would be. In the future, when one cultivated a powerful sword technique, the results would be twice the result with half the effort.

It was a pity that many people gave up on the basics and focused solely on the pursuit of powerful or gorgeous sword techniques.

Although it seemed powerful, in the eyes of a true sword expert, flaws could be seen everywhere, and one could easily break the opponent's moves.

This was like a tall building. Its foundation was not good, and it would easily collapse.

It was the same for martial artists. The importance of one's foundation was self-evident. If one's foundation wasn't solid enough, then it was obvious.

In the future, when one's cultivation base was very deep, it would be very difficult to break through again, unless they had heaven-defying treasures to repair their foundation.

A sharp light flashed in his eyes as he thrust out his sword. A cold light flashed as a sword light flashed. The sword turned around and stabbed forward, forming a crescent moon. The sword followed its body, moving as it moved.

Every move and every move was fully focused. There was no movement in his eyes, only a sword in his eyes.

In the eyes of others, the boring and useless basic sword technique was as smooth as flowing water in his hands. In a single breath, he practiced it countless times and even created derived moves from time to time.