The impact behind him was like an elephant sitting cross-legged, and before Li Xiuyuan could support his arms, the gravity behind him made him lie on the ground again.

The waterhole under the waterfall was full of rocks, and as Li Xiuyuan tried to hold it up again and again, he was photographed again, and his chest was already scratched by sharp stones, and the depth of the wound was the size of a fingernail, and white bones could be seen in the deepest part.

Although he is already a seventh-stage monk, he is only a mortal in the flesh, how can he resist the impact of this nearly tonnage.

Li Xiuyuan raised the wooden sword to block the impact of the waterfall, but the moment he raised his hand, his hand was slapped on the stone, and the wooden sword in his hand was almost thrown out.

As time passed, Li Xiuyuan found that not only did he not adapt to this impact, but the strength of his body was being hollowed out little by little.

When the aura and physical strength can't support his body, Li Xiuyuan will definitely die here.

Li Xiuyuan held the wooden sword in both hands, used the sword as a pillar, and slowly stood up.

This time, he stood in the middle of the waterfall in a half-kneeling position, but when he tried to get up half a step, the gravity of his shoulders and the top of his head made him kneel hard.

Fortunately, this time the bearing surface is smaller, and the pressure he faces is much less, which gives Li Xiuyuan a chance to breathe.

Li Xiuyuan gave up kneeling as a seat, sat cross-legged at the bottom of the waterfall, and endured this baptism.

Time passed little by little, and Li Xiuyuan's shirt was torn into strips by the waterfall, and a day and a night passed.

The next day, the middle-aged Taoist priest did not appear, as if he had run away, and Li Xiuyuan was already able to try to stand up.

But it is still difficult to stand for a long time.

On the third day of the waterfall practice, Li Xiuyuan held the sword in his ear with one hand, and the color of perseverance in his eyes was even stronger. He hadn't advanced half a step in his cultivation, but he could feel that his body was no longer the showmanship it used to be.

At noon on the third day, the middle-aged Taoist priest passed by nibbling on an apple, and when he saw Li Xiuyuan standing under the waterfall, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"That's it. ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest threw the apple to the afterlife, and his eyes were a little sad: "Why is there only apples to pick in this ghost place, when this kid's strength is improved, he must go into the depths to pick some strange fruits to serve me." ”

After saying that, he stepped up the tree, tilted his head, and fell asleep.

When he woke up from his sleep, it was dusk. He stepped into the waterfall in three steps and waved his hand at Li Xiuyuan with a look of disgust.

"Okay, it's not a shame to be able to stabilize your body and stand in shape for three days. ”

"Don't sleep tonight, practice your sword, and if you can't cut 10 centimeters into the waterfall tomorrow, go back to the slums. ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Li Xiuyuan to ask, and went to the cave by himself.

In fact, Li Xiuyuan didn't plan to ask, and when the middle-aged Taoist priest finished speaking, he stood with his sword in his hand, carrying the impact and heading towards the waterfall above.

Upward picking, like thrusts and flat slashes, are the most common sword moves. Not to mention that these moves are written in the sword spectrum, I am afraid that any person who pulls them out can say a few words.

If others listen to the request of the middle-aged Taoist, they must be ashamed to laugh, which can be regarded as teaching people to practice?

sighed The two people in the jungle are really one who dares to teach and the other who dares to listen to them.

It is absolutely easy to practice the upward movement once or twice, but if it is a hundred or thousands of times, even the foundation building monk will be so tired that his arms are sore and he can't move.

But Li Xiuyuan just kept practicing, ignoring everything, from the sore arm to the cracking and bleeding of the tiger's mouth, and then to the weakness of the arm and almost unable to move.

Although a sword is slower than a sword, the action of picking up and slashing the waterfall has not stopped for a moment, until the sword qi enters the waterfall and the sky clears, and the young man collapses to the ground and gasps for breath.

The water of the waterfall washed away the scars on the boy's back and slid over the boy's resolute face, and the boy's face showed a rare look of satisfaction.

The sword qi slashed up the waterfall, which was already three times more than the task laid by the middle-aged Taoist priest.

When his sword qi slashed out, Li Xiuyuan found that his cultivation had quietly come to the eighth stage of qi training, which could be regarded as a good progress.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Li Xiuyuan lying on the ground from the entrance of the cave, and a rare relief flashed on his face. This kid finally looks like he has a little hope.

It's a pity that now this kid is completely insisting on revenge, and I don't know what kind of attitude this kid will have towards his cultivation after the hatred is over.

The path of cultivation is not difficult for anyone to take every step, and it is difficult to see the end.

The middle-aged Taoist priest jumped down, grabbed Li Xiuyuan's clothes and walked towards him: "What use do you say you gave birth, it took you to cut out a zhang in one night." Even if it's a pig, I guess it can cut three feet high. ”

"It's just that you can be complacent about your kind of garbage. ”

Li Xiuyuan's face, which was still smiling, gradually darkened.

"Am I really that bad?" Li Xiuyuan began to doubt himself, he was also a black gold cultivator.

Gold is rare to see in a hundred years, shouldn't black gold be above the ......

", that thing to test talent is a lie, and it doesn't work as a chicken. The middle-aged Taoist priest rolled his eyes and once again saw through the thoughts in Li Xiuyuan's heart.

The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't know where to take out an apple, grabbed it with the hand of the foot picker, and sent it to his mouth.

When the apple was almost gnawed, the middle-aged Taoist priest pointed in the direction of the slum: "There seems to be a girl looking for you in that village, you can go back and have a look, so as not to worry others." ”

"When you come back in the evening, remember to bring a pheasant with you, and bring the girl with you. In terms of sword training talent, girls are more than a little better than you. ”

After the middle-aged Taoist priest finished speaking, he secretly wiped the saliva from his mouth, he hadn't opened meat for a long time. The pheasant is easy to catch, and it's rare to get a delicious one.

He asked Li Xiuyuan to take the girl with him, it was completely because when he passed by the slum yesterday, he saw a girl roasting chicken, and the fragrance spread a mile away, and she looked very greedy just by looking at it.

Li Xiuyuan has such a relationship with the girl, shouldn't he bring the girl to help him, a cheap master, cook and satisfy his appetite?

Li Xiu saw that the middle-aged Taoist priest said that Liu Yunyan had an excellent talent for sword training, and his heart was filled with a little excitement.

But remembering that after he returned to the slums, Liu Yunyan would chatter and ask non-stop, and he had a headache again.

However, he didn't return for a few days, and he did worry about something.

Li Xiuyuan nodded: "Then I'll leave my predecessor first, and I will keep in mind what you explained." ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest waved his hand impatiently: "Get out, the farther you go, the better." ”

The more others look at their apprentices, the more pleasing they become, but when he looks at Li Xiuyuan, the more he looks at it, the more disgusted he becomes. Why are there such bad people in the world?

What made him even more irritable was that he couldn't accept this apprentice.

What a special dog day vow!

On this day, the middle-aged Taoist priest swore that he would never make an oath again in the future......