Chapter 735 Do You Understand Now

For a long time afterwards, he himself forgot how long it was. In short, he fought the clay figure day and night, rested when he was tired, ate when he was hungry, and slept when he was sleepy. But he didn't know how long he could sleep at a time, and there was no day and night change here, because every time he felt that he had just lay down for a long time, the white clay figure would wake him up and let him practice again.

In this way, the days passed day by day, and the sword in Ye Ziheng's hand became faster and faster. Now the white clay man has used all his strength to attack Ye Ziheng at the fastest speed, but Ye Ziheng can almost block it. Every move, even if it sometimes performed abnormally and failed to block the attack, it can still avoid these attacks at an extremely fast speed.

Moreover, when attacking the white clay figure in turn, sometimes he performed supernormally, and even attacked the white clay figure a few times. Although it was a small number, it was enough to prove Ye Ziheng's rapid progress.

Ye Ziheng didn't know how long he had been here, he felt like it was only a few weeks, but he didn't know the exact time.

But it shouldn't be too long, and it's also a good way to practice your martial arts here to make your sword skills more refined.

Until Ye Ziheng woke up once, he felt that he should have slept for a long time this time, because he slept very comfortably, no one disturbed him, and he woke up naturally when he fell asleep, but when he stood up and looked around, I saw It was found that the white clay figure was gone.

Ye Ziheng looked at the empty surroundings, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, he wanted to call the clay figure out, but only then did he realize that he didn't even know his name after practicing with the clay figure for so long.

At this moment, behind Ye Ziheng, a man in a white robe appeared.

"Hello, boy."

The voice suddenly came from behind Ye Ziheng. Ye Ziheng was startled, he turned around quickly, and then he saw the man in white robe.

The man looked about twenty or thirty years old, with a faint smile on his face, looking at Ye Ziheng with a hint of kindness in his eyes.

Looking at this man, Ye Ziheng was stunned for a few seconds.

"You, are you the clay figure?"

Ye Ziheng couldn't help asking, in this space, except for the white clay figure, he seemed to have never seen anyone else appear before, so he naturally regarded him as a white clay figure, a person who took off the disguise clay figurines.

But the man in white robe smiled and shook his head towards Ye Ziheng.

"I'm not the person who practiced with you before, uh, or to be precise, the guy you call the white clay man, he is not actually a human being."

"not human?"

"Well, he's just a spirit, have you heard of spirits?"

Ye Ziheng shook his head, but Lingbao knew what this spirit thing was.

Seeing that Ye Ziheng didn't understand, the man in white robe began to explain to Ye Ziheng.

"The so-called spiritual things actually refer to those things that have certain talents and opportunities, and then absorb the essence of the sun and the moon for many years, and finally gradually possess life and spirituality, or are endowed by people with powerful abilities. Power. Some of the spiritual treasures you see usually have the opportunity to become spiritual objects, but the process is extremely long, and it may take hundreds or even thousands of years at the lowest. Therefore, many times, these spiritual objects They are often used by people before they have time to mature."

"Do you understand now?"

(to be continued)