At this time, several young men in strong costumes squeezed in from outside the crowd, they were the outer disciples of the Xuantian Sect, and they were also the temporary law enforcers of this Cangyun Town, specializing in dealing with this kind of bloodshed that clashed during the Xuantian Sect's disciple acceptance conference, but they only dealt with the aftermath of the work, such as treating the losers after the conflict, or cleaning the blood-stained streets or something.

Anyway, as long as no one lives, they won't care, and it is precisely because of their "indulgence" that Zhao Xiaochen has seen more than a dozen bloody incidents along the way.

Several disciples of the outer sect of the Xuantian Sect came to the side of the miserable white boy and skillfully carried the miserable white boy onto the stretcher they were carrying. One of the young men took out a green bottle of thin-necked bottle from his arms, poured out a red pill from the bottle and stuffed it into the mouth of the miserable white boy, and then several people carried the stretcher and walked out of the crowd.

With the departure of a few people, the crowd gradually dispersed, and after watching the excitement, what should they do, what should they do, or poured into the Fengyue place, or entered the restaurant hotel, or squatted down to hunt for treasure, this section of the street became lively again, as if nothing had happened just now.

Zhao Xiaochen, who was standing outside the crowd, also walked away and walked towards the outside of the town, there was a nameless fire in his heart, and the breezy sword of the white-clothed young man just now was deeply imprinted in his mind, making his mood for practicing the Broken Flow Sword Technique even hotter.

Suddenly, Zhao Xiaochen felt an obese figure flash in front of him, he hurriedly looked over, only to see a fat figure faintly visible in the crowd, flexibly walking left and right into the distance.

Zhao Xiaochen showed a trace of doubt on his face and muttered, "Chubby?"

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Clear Water Lake.

Located at the foot of the mountain behind the Miscellaneous Peak, next to another mountain, a blue stream slid down the mountain from the top of this mountain and landed at the foot of the Miscellaneous Peak, thus forming a lake.

There are countless towering trees around the lake, and the big trees are stacked on top of each other, covering the sky and the sun, making the blue water lake extremely hidden.

On the shore of Bishui Lake, Zhao Xiaochen was standing under a big tree, his upper body was bare, his skin was better than snow, the muscles on his body were refined and even, his lower body was only wearing a pair of obscene pants, and the crystal clear lake water reflected his delicate appearance.

Next to Zhao Xiaochen, there was a huge black broken sword, and the broken sword was stuck upright on the ground.

Zhao Xiaochen took a wrong step, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, lifted it hard, and raised the broken sword high above his head.

The core of the Broken Flow Knife Technique, he has memorized it by heart. There is only one type of cutting knife method, which is to simply lift it and cut it down. Whether it is a small river or a big river blocking your way in front of you, there is only one thing you have to do, and that is to split them into two sections.

Running the exercises, from the purple and red aura in the body, a purple aura was separated, and the purple aura came out along the small pores of the hands, slowly devouring the entire broken sword, and dyeing the broken sword purple.

A cool breeze blew, and a green leaf floated down from the tree, the green leaf was light and agile, and it gently fell on the blade of the broken sword, and it was cut in half in an instant, and the originally pure blade had become extremely sharp after being blessed by the purple aura.

Drink!

Zhao Xiaochen's body sank, exuding an unstoppable momentum all over his body, and he slashed into the lake with a loud bang, splashing a large amount of water, drenching his whole body.

"The aspect of strength is done, but the aspect of aura is far behind, your aura is not real, and you still need to practice. ”

The elder who had turned into a spirit body stood on a boulder and shook his head slightly, the lake water splashing towards him was blocked by a purple light that he casually set up in front of him.

Zhao Xiaochen shouted angrily again, and for a while, the lake splashed, and his angry shouts echoed throughout the Bishui Lake.

As night fell, it was pitch black.

Only there is a bright flame on the shore of Bishui Lake, which is a pile of firewood with a crackling sound, and the firewood fire is shining, reflecting Zhao Xiaochen's delicate face and the old man in purple.

Above the flames, there hung a hideous-looking giant beast, which seemed to be a monster beast such as a wild boar horned ox, the giant beast was golden yellow, covered with a thin layer of oil, and exuded a rich smell of meat.

An old palm suddenly stretched out, grabbed the hind legs of the giant beast, and pulled it, and with a bang, he ripped off the hind legs, and the old man ate it in a big gulp, his mouth full of oil stains, completely devoid of the demeanor of his predecessors.

Seeing Jun Lao like this, Zhao Xiaochen pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly, he didn't expect Jun Lao to be a foodie, every night in the past two days, Jun Lao would disappear for a while, and when he saw him again, he got a demon beast out of nowhere and wanted to roast and eat.

As for how Jun Lao can eat a sword spirit, Zhao Xiaochen has also asked this kind of question, and the answer he got is to eat it, digest it with aura, and then take it out of his stomach. Well, I won't dig into what the food looks like when it's taken out.

A stream of fragrance came, Zhao Xiaochen's stomach was also rumbling, he raised his slightly trembling hand, tore off a piece of cooked meat, and ate it without fear of heat.

After two days of hard cultivation, he now only feels that the muscles in his whole body are extremely sore, which is caused by excessive exertion, but he has also gained a lot, and the Broken Flow Knife Method has made significant progress.

After eating a piece of meat, Zhao Xiaochen ripped off another piece of cooked meat, stood up, and looked up at the towering tree above his head, only to see that at a branch on the tree, there was a man in blood clothes lying half-lying, the man in blood clothes had long blood-colored hair and an awl-shaped face.

Xueyuan still had a smiling face, it seemed that there was only one expression on his face, he tilted his head, looking at the big silver moon in the sky, his eyes condensed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Blood Abyss!, do you want it?" Zhao Xiaochen raised his hand holding the cooked meat and shook it slightly.

Hearing Zhao Xiaochen's call, Xueyuan turned his head slightly, glanced at Zhao Xiaochen, and shook his head gently.

Nothing was said all night.

In the early morning, a thin pale white mist shrouded the entire Bishui Lake, and the mist was pervasive and lingered for a long time.

Boom!

A loud bang shook the pale white mist a little bit, and Zhao Xiaochen's joyful voice came from the blue water lake.

"Elder Jun, I have practiced the Broken Flow Knife Technique!"

ps: It's really hard to write a description of cultivation, Kavinka has to die, please scatter a flower and collect a Tibetan support.