The sword bone can be dug up, and if it is fused into the body of another person, that person will also have the sword bone, which will have no effect on his future kendo cultivation perception.

The difference is only that one is born and the other is acquired.

Yun Xuanlin is also really hot, because he took a fancy to Du Xinyi's sword bones, he ruthlessly killed Du Zhong and his wife. Then he cut open the back of the original owner and dug up the sword bone alive.

In the end, he threw the original owner under a high cliff.

Thinking about what happened at this moment, Jiang Chan was filled with righteous indignation. Is it because Yun Xuanlin is strong, and Du Zhong's family are all mortals, so should they be bullied by Yun Xuanlin like this?

Although it is said that the Immortal Cultivation Realm is the weakest and the strongest, but Du Zhong's family is just mortals, and it is undoubtedly wrong for Yun Xuanlin to do this. But for a master of the Transformation Stage like Yun Xuanlin, maybe only his own strength is everything.

As long as his strength is inferior to him, what does all the laws in the world have to do with him, and why should he abide by them? Jiang Chan admits that the realm of cultivating immortals is certainly the law of the jungle, but people must have a minimum moral bottom line, right? Otherwise, what is the difference between him and the beast?

Now the Du family can't go back, Du Zhong and his wife have passed away, and she has fallen to the bottom of the high cliff, whether she can go out is still a question. In addition, she has thin arms and legs, and she has no cultivation, so the top priority is to survive.

When the original owner's family met Yun Xuanlin, it was noon, Jiang Chan looked at the sky, and the cliff was dark and gloomy, although it was not that he couldn't see his five fingers, and the visibility was extremely low.

Reluctantly standing up, Jiang Cicada was ready to explore the environment at the bottom of the cliff, she had to settle down at the bottom of the cliff, otherwise in this place where the temperature difference between day and night was large, what was waiting for her was a dead end.

Du Xinyi's body is only six years old, she is still a little bean, in her last life, she fell into the cold pool and cultivated to the Jindan stage, it can be seen how desperate she is, Jiang Chan doesn't want to be compared.

Now there is a foot-long wound on the back of the ginger cicada, and the bones are visible. The arms and legs were all wounds from the cliff when he clutched the vines, and now the bleeding has almost stopped.

The injury was not light, but it was not fatal, but Jiang Chan knew that if she didn't find a place to rest, it would be difficult for her to live here when it got dark.

The most fortunate thing for Jiang Cicada is that in this world, the ability of plant whispering given by Fiona can still be used. Jiang Chan's hand was placed on a big tree that the two of them wanted to hug together, and stayed for a long time before moving away.

Then Jiang Chan leaned on a branch and walked slowly towards the bottom of the cliff......

In Xiao Jin's life, Jiang Chan has been working in the Sword Sect. Although the Sword Sect is mainly based on sword cultivation, there are also other peaks, such as Fa cultivation, Dan cultivation, array cultivation, Fu cultivation, and so on.

It's just that they are all under the light of sword cultivation on weekdays, and they are not so famous, in fact, in Jiang Chan's eyes, they also have their own uniqueness.

When she was in the Sword Sect, she and Mo Yu did not deal with those monks less. She also knows a lot of cultivation tricks, so it can be said that she doesn't have to worry about cultivation.

It's just that the original owner's wish is to become a sword cultivator, in addition to wanting to seek revenge on Yun Xuanlin, she also wants to trample Yun Xuanlin's grandson Yun Linghai under her feet, what she wants to prove is that even if her sword bones are dug up, in the way of the sword, he Yun Linghai is still not as good as herself!

Sword cultivation, Jiang Chan sighed. When it comes to sword cultivation, the one she impresses the most is Feng Qiwu. It was the most ruthless person she had ever seen, swinging her sword 30,000 times a day without stopping.

Even if she soared later, she never gave up swinging her sword every day, and her perseverance and determination can be seen.

Perhaps because of the cold pool, there are few living creatures under the cliffs. Jiang Chan is purely relying on these wild fruits to survive these days, and as for the meat, there is no one.

During the day, Jiang Chan explores the bottom of the cliff, and at night he cultivates at the bottom of the cliff. The qualifications of the original owner are still good, and the qi was successfully introduced into the body in less than two days, and according to the light points in the air captured, the original owner was born with a golden spirit root.

It is estimated that the spiritual root value is not low, otherwise the original owner was so miserable in his previous life, why did he finally reach the Jindan period? It's a pity that the original owner met Yun Xuanlin, a despicable villain.

After inducing qi into the body, Jiang Cicada's life at the bottom of the cliff was much better. At least after she started cultivating, she would be able to open the valley, and her need for food would be much less.

At the bottom of this cliff, she has nothing, and she has to do everything by herself. After cutting three pieces of wood in a row, Jiang Chan made a small wooden sword and began her introduction to kendo.

After the daily horizontal and vertical slashing basic sword technique, Jiang Cicada was so tired that he couldn't lift his fingers. But she can't give up yet, she still has to use this cold pool to refine her body.

It is also thanks to the fact that the original owner is still small at this time, and his body bones are flexible, if he is bigger, he will be tortured even more.

Despite being alone, there was not even a living creature around. Jiang Chan has a full schedule for her life, she is like a cultivation maniac, and she either cultivates or cultivates every day.

As her cultivation improved, her sleeping time became shorter and shorter, and her cultivation was much more effective than sleeping. In less than three years, Jiang Chan rushed to the seventh layer of qi refining, and she was just nine years old at this time.

Early in the morning, waking up from his meditation, Jiang Chan raised his eyes to look at the foggy sky, and deduced that it should be almost winter. She has lived at the bottom of the cliff for three years, and she is very familiar with this place.

Maybe because she is not a darling of the Heavenly Dao, even if she fell to the bottom of the cliff, she searched the bottom of the cliff all over the place, and she did not encounter the secret book or the spirit beast to recognize the master.

After stretching his muscles and bones, and moving his legs and feet, which had been a little stiff after sitting cross-legged all night, Jiang Chan took the wooden sword and began to swing the sword day after day. As time passed, the sweat on her body became more and more, but Jiang Chan didn't realize it at all, the speed of swinging the sword did not slow down, and she always maintained this frequency.

At the time of the twenty-nine thousand swings, the wooden sword suddenly broke. Jiang Chan twisted her eyebrows, as her cultivation improved, the wooden sword became less and less durable, and it used to be able to be used for a year and a half, but now it has to be replaced in two or three days.

Beckoning the spare wooden sword next to him, Jiang Chan continued to swing the sword.

After swinging the sword, it is the forging body, and Jiang Chan bends himself like a twisted twist on the side of the cold pool into various flexible postures, and the degree of masochism makes everyone who looks at the ground have a toothache.

After the forging was over, Jiang Chan was sweating profusely and lying on the edge of the cold pool, staring at the cold pool and not knowing what he was thinking. After a pause for a quarter of an hour, Jiang Chan sat up cross-legged.

Her hand was suspended above the cold pool, and the true yuan power in her palm surged, and not long after, a black ice sword floated up from the cold pool and flew all the way to Jiang Chan's eyes.