Three gates, isolated from the cold night wind and the terrible screams.

The beastly roar was gone, and the bronze bird platform warmed up.

The raised eyebrows of the crowd slowly stretched, and no matter what was right or wrong, the mournful screams were always uncomfortable.

The dignified eight-rank sword master was actually cut off an arm, and his subconscious was still very repulsive, this is not only a person's problem, but a matter of merit.

For the vast majority of people, the entry product is already a myth, and it is unattainable, and the eighth product has surpassed the ancestor, and the destruction of the myth is not a thing to be thanked for.

Ram Chen let go of the half-cut bamboo sword in his hand and was taken over by Ram Changgeng.

The blood red on the young man's palm was a little glaring.

In these five short days, neither the right hand nor the right arm has been healed.

Fortunately, the boy himself had already taken revenge, the first was beheaded by him, and the second was cut off with an arm.

"Let's all go and rest, it's been hard for everyone these days. ”

Ram Chen owes his body, he is not the only one who has worked hard, these relatives or friends, whether they are deep and shallow, these days are left for his comfort, which can be described as waiting day and night.

When adversity sees the truth, he will naturally remember it in his heart.

"Ram, don't you think Moyan is a bit famous? Eight-rank sword masters shouldn't only have such strength!"

The white-clothed Chen Mo questioned, Zhan Tai Feiyun nodded, Zhuang Yang's face became serious, and only Liu Wanqian hugged You Long indifferently.

The young man in Tsing Yi nodded and said with a faint smile: "This is how we should be more fortunate, otherwise, I will wait for An to be spared?" ”

The three of them nodded, it was true, whether Mo Yan was injured or something else, this was indeed a blessing for them.

Ram Chen dragged his heavy legs to the wicker chair, his spirit and body were extremely tired, and at this time he relaxed and became even more sleepy.

He sat down slowly, leaning back, his eyes closed, as if he had lost the strength to open his eyes.

The sparks on the lotus lamp above his head jumped, and under the light, the young man's body curled up slightly, and his body, which was not strong, was a little fragile and short.

The young man lying there quietly looked immature, and at this moment, everyone realized that he was really young and very young.

Qiu Ju carried the water, and the vultures held the ointment, and the two walked gently to the rattan chair.

The vultures bent down and said softly, "Young Master, shall we wipe your wounds and apply some medicine?"

The young man snorted and stretched out his right hand.

Qiu Ju gently supported the master's arm with red eyes, and the vultures slowly untied the bloodstained light veil.

Most of the wounds on his arms have healed, only a few have cracked open and oozing blood.

Qiu Ju carefully wiped the blood, and the vultures gently applied the ointment.

Zhuang Yang sat on the futon and watched quietly, Chen Mo was a little distracted, Liu Wanqian lowered his head, and Ram Xing fell asleep with a blanket.

Everyone sat or slept, no one left, and it was quiet inside and outside Tongque Terrace.

The lights flickered and flickered, and so it was a night.

This night, many people couldn't sleep, the three ancestors of the ancestral temple, the patriarch of the Ram Clan, and the bigwigs of the Ram Clan.

And, of course, the one who lost his arm again.

After a night of turmoil, Mo Yan completely calmed down, and the people of the Ram clan fell silent, from the ancestor to the courtyard master, they didn't make a sound.

Maybe they were frightened, maybe they repositioned this young master who showed his minions, in short, many people didn't close their eyes.

As the sky grew brighter, the two small doors of Tongquetai opened, and the fat girl Qiu Ju poked out her somewhat messy head.

A pair of small eyes glanced around, as if looking for something, and after more than a quarter of an hour or so, the girl let out a sigh of relief, and there was some loss in her eyes.

The arm was gone, the sword was gone, and the ground was clean and free of blood.

The fat girl snorted, raised her hand to brush her hair, went out and took the door and walked down the steps, she was going to the kitchen to boil water.

Not long after Qiu Ju came out, first the ram was ploughing, and then Zhuang Yang, Zhan Tai Feiyun, and Wutong, all of them woke up.

Getting up early to practice swordsmanship, for every outstanding sword cultivation has become a law and an iron law, diligence is not worthy of praise, because everyone is very diligent.

The cold morning breeze still carries the coldness of the winter night, as if testing the will of the swordsman.

Swordsmen of all sizes, facing the cold wind, began to dance the sword, one by one the swordsmen with resolute eyes, the manual sword out, the long sword broke the wind, and the cold wind looked even more heroic.

Two white-clothed people walked out, one holding Youlong, and the other standing elegantly, neither of them got off the stage.

They just stood there quietly, and they became the people in the painting, beautiful, elegant, and extraordinary.

The two of them watched or discussed the sword, and communicated from time to time.

Whew—

There was no sound of footsteps, and Tsing Yi, whose eyes were slightly red, walked out.

The two white-clothed men nodded, the young man in Tsing Yi bowed their heads, and the three of them stood side by side, condescending and began to watch the sword.

The spiritual priests, spiritual disciples, and spiritual children in the audience suddenly all worked hard or shouted as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

In a moment, there was the sound of all families contending, and the long sword was clanging, showing its edge.

The two white-clothed sword-watchers glanced at each other, and there were smiles in both of their eyes, and the young man in Tsing Yi touched his nose unconsciously.

It seems that everyone looks at him wrongly, there is respect, piety, and longing, and even his uncle's eyes are so blazing.

Like ...... It's like looking at the teacher, yes, that's how it feels, he seems to have aged a lot overnight, and he has grown up a generation in the eyes of everyone.

Ram Chen was a little crying and laughing at this change, and he understood everyone's desire, just hoping to get his guidance.

In swordsmanship, they should learn from each other, he never had the idea of cherishing himself, even if his sword boy cultivation was higher than him, he would teach him what he thought was good swordsmanship.

As for whether others will surpass him, he has never thought about this question, because it is very boring and meaningless, and there are many people who are better than him, so why bother to guard against his own people.

Therefore, the genius boy who came to ask the sword, he did not refuse to come, discussed with the sword, and treated people sincerely.

Many people say that his kendo talent is extraordinary, he never thinks so, he has seen too many people with kendo talent higher than him, some are bigger than him, and some are smaller than him.

There is never a shortage of geniuses in the world of sword cultivation, and there are many talents.

Just like the two around him, one is an innate sword body, and the other is also cultivating divine arts, which is beyond his reach, not to mention that he still has the problem of transferring to cultivation.

Thinking of changing cultivation, even he, who had always been confident, was a little dazed, his understanding of the Dao Domain was like a newborn baby, he didn't know anything.

He is a young master of a kendo family who was born in the Sword Domain and grew up in Sword City, and everything he is familiar with is related to swords.

Familiarity increases self-confidence, while the unknown is always unsettling.

The young man was distracted, and everyone felt it, and they were extremely depressed in their hearts, it must be that their swordsmanship was too poor.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

"Huh?"

The light in Chen Mo's eyes flowed.

The cold temperament of the young man in white turned into a dazzling light.

"Huh!"

The young man in Tsing Yi lost his eyes, his eyes were full of stars, and his spirit was flying.