With a sword, everyone was completely stunned when they looked at Li Jian who fell to the ground. Even Han Chen himself was a little stunned. He wanted to fight with the other party with all his strength, but he didn't expect that the effect of the sword would be so great.

"Sword, sword force." Wu Jun squirmed his lips twice, and he clearly spit out two words.

Wow! As soon as these two words came out, everyone present was in an instant. The faces were even more unbelievable. Li Jian, who fell to the ground, also shook his head and shouted. "How is it possible? The sword force is the mystery of the third level of the Spirit Gathering Tower. How could he understand the sword force at one level of the Qi refining level?"

"Hey." Wu Jun sneered and said, "Don't ask me, weren't you so proud that you were about to climb to the sky?"

"You?" Li Jian's face turned blue and white, and he raised his eyes and looked at Han Chen fiercely, "Boy, you are hiding so deeply."

Han Chen raised his eyebrows and spread his hands, "I warn you, if you have something to do, don't make any point of attacking my friends. If you dare to be unfavorable to my friends next time, I will not show mercy. Get out of here!"

"you."

"Don't get out of here."

"Hmph." Li Jianqi's anger was so angry that he had nowhere to vent. He was beaten like this in public by a newly arrived newcomer. He could only snort coldly and leave in shame under the strange eyes of everyone around him.

The crowds watching the fun around dispersed, but everyone couldn't help but care more about Han Chen. The number one person in the outer door might not be as simple as the surface.

"Hanchen, did you use the sword force just now?" Wu Jun could not control his inner doubts for a long time.

Xinlan looked at him Dawei and asked, "What is the sword force?"

"The sword force is the mystery of the third level of the Spirit Gathering Tower, which is the experience left by a senior who used a sword in the sect. It is important to use the sword to refine the power and then hurt people with force. Han Chen just now, didn't you defeat the other party with that momentum?"

Wu Jun's explanation made Xinlan and the others confused. However, Han Chen had a clue. It seemed that he had really misunderstood and realized the third level of "sword power".

"Hanchen, teach me! I have been on the third floor for two months and have not yet understood the sword power. You have understood it as soon as you come. Do you have any tricks?"

Wu Jun's eyes were radiating, and it looked like a beggar staring at a piece of fat meat. Han Chen was both angry and funny. He didn't know what tricks he knew. Now he could not explain it clearly.

"Senior Brother Wu Jun, let me tell you the truth! I used the sword just now by accident, and I don't know what kind of sword force it is."

"Ah? So?" Wu Jun's face showed a look of disappointment. In fact, he also understood that Han Chen had been on the third level for more than two hours, and the possibility of comprehension of the "sword power". However, the powerful sword just now made him feel itchy.

"Let's go back first! If I find anything, I'll tell you."

"Yeah, one word is certain."

Seeing Wu Jun so concerned, Xinlan and Dawei were a little surprised, but the so-called sword force was indeed very attractive. I thought that I should work hard to improve my own strength and accept that level of things as soon as possible.

"Hanchen, are you going to the martial arts arena three days later?" Xinlan asked softly. She still remembered what Li Jian had just happened.

"I'm too lazy to go." Han Chen replied without thinking. It's no good to go anyway, so why bother paying attention to them. He then said, "Xinlan, Dawei, you guys are paying attention recently. I'm afraid that Li Jian will launch another sneak attack or something."

"I understand, don't worry!"

......

At night, the entire inner door fell into silence.

The place where Hanchen lived was still brightly lit. The boy stood in the yard with a long sword in his hand, closed his eyes, and felt the cold air wandering around his body.

Suddenly, Han Chen opened his eyes, moved his wrist, and slashed his backhand. A faint sword light passed through the air, like a white ribbon.

"It's still not possible!" Han Chen grabbed his head, and since he came back, he had been looking for the feeling of the day. But disappointed, he could no longer feel the sword power.

Looking back on the move to defeat Li Jian, that kind of power is really touching. If he can fully grasp the "sword momentum", Han Chen has the confidence to fight with the martial artists of the third level of Qi Refining.

Han Chen’s most urgent thing is to improve his strength. Only with strong strength can he not be bullied. Only with strong strength can he not be ridiculed. When he thought of the look of being looked down upon by Huayun City, Luo Zhong, Lu Bai and others a few days ago, he couldn’t help but clench his fists.

"Can you only realize the sword power in the Spirit Gathering Tower?" As soon as he made up his mind, Han Chen rushed directly towards the Spirit Gathering Tower.

In more than half an hour, Han Chen came to the Spirit Gathering Tower. Compared to the daytime, the number of people here has been reduced by half. He did not stop on the first floor and went straight to the third floor.

There are about twenty people in the entire third floor, half of whom are absorbing spiritual power, and half are comprehending the mystery on the wall. When they see Han Chen coming down, only a few people look at each other, and then they continue to work hard on their own.

Han Chen walked to the position where Bai Tian was, first calmed down his heart. Then he turned his eyes to the sword on the wall, which was the same as what Bai Tian saw.

The understanding of "sword power" not only focuses on talent. There is even an opportunity. Only by seizing that opportunity can one discover the mystery. To be honest, there are many geniuses in the inner sect of Xuanyuan Peak, and there are only a handful of people who can truly understand this sword power.

After a while, Han Chen's concentration did not bring him the imaginary effect, and his luck during the day did not favor him. After looking at it for a long time, he felt that his eyes began to faint and he had no idea.

“What the hell is wrong?”

Han Chen murmured softly, and at this moment, the Supreme God Diagram in his body conveyed a slight fluctuation. Han Chen was stunned. Could it be that it was going to give him some hint?

When he looked at the long sword again, something unexpected happened. Two cold sword blades began to reflect in Han Chen's eyes. The sword blades were divided into two and two into four, and then Han Chen's entire pupil was filled with thousands of sword lights. The endless sword lights were intertwined and turned into a sharp momentum.

Sword power! Han Chen felt its existence again.

Time gradually passed, and the people on the third floor of the Spirit Gathering Tower changed batch after batch. No one noticed the boy in the corner who was like an old monk entering meditation.

At this time, Han Chen was completely immersed in the perception of "sword force". He was unaware of a series of things that had been past outside. If someone carefully observed him, he would find that a faint black light was lingering on the surface of Han Chen's body. The black light was like a sponge absorbing water, bringing the surrounding spiritual power into his body.

Devouring magical powers! This is Han Chen's subconscious behavior, not intentional. Even while comprehending the sword power, he does not forget to absorb the spiritual power in the tower.

Three days passed in a flash.

Finally, one person noticed Han Chen sitting in the corner motionless. "That person seems to have been here for several days. Will something happen?"

A young man with a thin figure spoke. A companion next to him replied, "Come over and take a look?"

"Okay." The man nodded and walked towards Han Chen's position. When he stopped about one meter away and was about to shout out that the other party was about to get up, Han Chen's eyes suddenly opened, and his sharp eyes cast two terrifying lights.

The man suddenly felt a chill on his back, and his body and mind were shocked by the momentum emitted from Han Chen's body.

"Sorry." Han Chen nodded apologetically from the other party, then stood up and stepped onto the stairs to the second floor.

Han Chen's behavior was a little strange in the eyes of the people around him. The man's companion came over and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you? Why is it like seeing a ghost?"

"What a strong momentum." The man smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I really scared me just now."

Han Chen left the gate of the Spirit Gathering Tower, and clear air rushed towards him, and he felt indescribable refreshment. Although he didn't know how long he had been inside, it was certain that it must be quite long.

"Hanchen, are you here?" After walking a few steps, Wu Jun's familiar voice came.

Han Chen's heart lit up, but when he saw the other party coming hurriedly, he hurriedly met him, "Senior Brother Wu Jun, why are you here?"

When Wu Jun saw Han Chen, he breathed a little relieved, "It's fine that you're fine. I've been looking for you for a day. I haven't seen you these days, so I thought something happened to you?"

"Haha, what will happen to me?" Before he finished speaking, Han Chen paused and couldn't help asking, "What happened to me? Why? Who happened to me?"

"It's Dawei, he was injured last night."

"What?" Han Chen's face changed, his fists clenched tightly, and he said coldly, "Who did it? Is it serious?"

"It's not very serious. Now Xinlan is taking care of him!"

"Go and take me to see."

Han Chen pulled the other party away without saying a word. Dawei was beaten and injured. He didn't even know about such a serious matter. I was afraid that this matter would have nothing to do with Li Jian.

Just as the two of them left, a gray-haired old man suddenly appeared at the door of the Spirit Gathering Tower. The old man had a long hair and a childish face, but his eyes were as sharp as a cold sword. Looking at Han Chen's back, the old man murmured softly.
Chapter completed!