In a simple cabin, a handsome young man was rummaging through boxes and cabinets, not knowing what he was looking for.

After a while, the boy pulled out a yellowed book from an inner corner under the bed, which was very dilapidated, covered with fine lines like spider webs, and even small holes left by insect bites in some places.

Patted the book with the palm of his hand, raising a burst of dust, the young man frowned and covered his nose and turned his face, and after the dust dissipated, he slowly opened the book, the paper in the book was also yellowish, faintly revealing a musty smell, and the edges were slightly upturned.

For example, on the paper, these two eye-catching big characters are written - broken flow.

The word "broken stream" was a little scribbled, apparently handwritten, and the boy turned the page, and in the new page, a humanoid figure was drawn, and the humanoid was holding a huge knife in his hand, and with a single knife slashed the river in front of him, and under the pattern, there were some small words.

Turning the page again, there were some annotations to this broken stream written below, and the boy slowly flipped through them, and looked at them carefully.

"Xiao Chen, is this the martial art that you are in a hurry to find?" The voice of the old man sounded next to him.

Zhao Xiaochen raised his head, glanced at the old man who appeared out of thin air, and then looked at the book in his hand, his face showed a trace of embarrassment, and he smiled: "Well, this is it." ”

Just now, as soon as he returned to the house, he washed up briefly, changed into a set of clean clothes, and then rummaged around the house, and the whole cabin was turned into a mess by him, and then he found this notebook at the foot of the bed.

"It's just a low-level martial art that doesn't go into the stream, and you can find it out if you can use it?" Jun Lao glanced at the yellowed notebook with a look of disdain.

"Oh, don't I have anything else?"

Zhao Xiaochen touched his nose and smiled lightly, this sword technique martial art called Broken Flow is indeed low-level, it is only a low-level yellow rank, and it belongs to the lowest level in the martial arts level or score. In the Wuji Continent, the martial arts and exercises are the same, from high to low, divided into: heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang, and the yellow level belongs to the lowest level.

However, this is the only martial art he has now, and this martial art was given to him by the old man Wu and the "Hui Qi Jue" together, but because his meridians were too small at the beginning, he couldn't cultivate at all, so he threw it aside.

This sect's disciple acceptance conference is imminent, so he doesn't have time to ask the crazy woman for some advanced martial arts, so he can only use it.

Wait, Zhao Xiaochen's eyes lit up, I didn't have anything else, but I looked at Jun Lao with some expectation: "Jun Lao, you can give me such a high-level technique as the Nine Heavens Xuanqing Sword Technique, there must be some high-level martial arts, right?"

"Yes, yes, but you don't have to think about it, the grade is too high, you can't practice!" Jun Lao stroked his beard, shook his head lightly and said, it's not that he doesn't want to give, it's really that Zhao Xiaochen's cultivation is too low now, and he can't cultivate at all, and giving it to him will only harm him.

Jun Lao's refusal made Zhao Xiaochen's face slightly disappointed, but he didn't have much hope to get high-level martial arts at the beginning, and it didn't matter if he could have the best.

"Then I can only practice this Broken Flow Knife Technique, I have to get a knife. ”

Zhao Xiaochen hid the old knife book in his arms, and hurriedly walked outside the house, now there are only four days before the sect's disciple acceptance conference, he must learn the sword technique within four days, improve his own strength, in order to have a chance to successfully break through and enter the Xuantian Sect, if he didn't really have a knife at hand, he would have gone to cultivate a long time ago.

The old gentleman behind Zhao Xiaochen suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke and sank into a sword-shaped item wrapped in sackcloth on Zhao Xiaochen's back.

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Cangyun Town is located in the corner of the Cangyun Mountain Range, and Xuantian Sect is located on the Cangyun Mountain Range.

It is said that it is a small town, but it is actually no different from the city, and it is even more prosperous than some cities, because the town is located in the Cangyun Mountain Range and is close to the Xuantian Sect, which has brought widespread popularity to the town.

Some of the disciples of the Scattered Cultivator and Xuantian Sect who entered the Cangyun Mountain Range to hunt demon beasts would often trade the treasures of heaven and earth here, which greatly stimulated other industries in this town.

Biwa Zhu eaves, floors stacked pavilions, carved railings and jade masonry, ten miles long street, busy traffic, wide streets are full of people, shops, pawnshops, dance pavilions, everything.

The hawkers kept hawking, the teahouse was noisy, there was a burst of noise in the air, and the carriages were moving slowly, and some young Xuantian Sect disciples were interspersed with them.

Zhao Xiaochen came to Cangyun Town and rang noon, the scorching sun still couldn't stop the heat of the street, the tourists were dense, the shops were popular, and they looked prosperous.

Passing through the ten-mile long street, Zhao Xiaochen came to an area of low-tiled buildings, there are ten miles of prosperity, and there are also ten miles of simplicity, not the entire Cangyun town is rich, there will be poor people if there are rich people, and he is one of the poor people.

This modest street is not wide, only five or six feet wide, and it is lined with all kinds of small shops. At the entrance of various small shops, there are also many vendors with stalls, all of which are messy and small.

The vendors didn't call out like the vendors outside, they all sat silently, waiting for the guests to come to their door.

Some pedestrians in rough cloth clothes squatted down to look at the stalls, and left without interest, Zhao Xiaochen came to the door of a small shop and stopped, this small shop is not big, only dozens of square meters, and there is a fist-sized hole in the dark door, which seems to have been smashed by someone.

On the wooden door, there is a slightly inclined wooden plaque, and the sword pavilion is written squarely above the wooden plaque.

Walking into the shop, a young guy came to him, with a smile on his face, and said in a good voice: "This son, the swords in our Sword Pavilion are all made of fine steel, and they are definitely good weapons for fighting with people and hunting beasts in the wild." ”

Zhao Xiaochen looked around, and saw that there were cold and shining blades hanging on the left and right, each of which was of different sizes and models. He walked slowly forward, came to a wide long knife, picked it up one by one, and swept it in his hand.

"Childe, you have a good eye, this knife was made by a master of Yimu at the mouth of the alley, after seven days and seven nights, 18,000 hammers, it is a good weapon. The young guy introduced on the side.

"Well, it's too light, there's no heavier one. Zhao Xiaochen casually inserted the knife back, only from his practice of "Ten Thousand Demons Refining Body Devouring Skill", his strength increased greatly, he didn't know how much strength he had now, that long knife was as light as tissue paper to him.

"Heavier, yes, Childe, please come here. The little guy took Zhao Xiaochen to a knife placed on the ground, pointed to the knife and said: "This knife is called Chongfeng, it is also made by a master of Yimu, weighing one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, three feet long and one foot eight wide." ”

Zhao Xiaochen looked at the knife on the ground, stepped forward, grabbed the handle of the knife with one hand, and as soon as he mentioned it, the heavy blade was picked up, and as soon as his heart moved, Zhao Xiaochen compared it in place, only to see the cold light flickering, but he didn't see the shadow of the knife.

Zhao Xiaochen's chaotic dance scared the young guy out of a cold sweat, and he hid far away, if he was stabbed, his small body would definitely be split into two sides.

After some chaotic dancing, Zhao Xiaochen stopped, put the heavy blade back in place, his face was a little disappointed, just that chaotic dance, he didn't have any sweat on his body, obviously this knife was not suitable for him, and shook his head gently: "It's too light, is there anything heavier." ”

"This, yes, you wait, Childe, I'll go get it. ”

The young man gritted his teeth and walked towards the shop, and after a while, the little man came out with a long and thick knife, and the little man walked very slowly, creaking on the wooden floor with every step.

The little guy blushed, came to Zhao Xiaochen with difficulty, let go of his hand, and the thick long knife fell straight to the ground, making a roar, and the young guy supported his knees with both hands, panting heavily.

Looking at the long knife on the ground, Zhao Xiaochen's eyes lit up, and he saw this knife......

(This one is even more to make up for yesterday, and there should be a change in the evening.) ）