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Wang Chan glanced at the cover, and saw that there were a few lines of words written on the top that did not look like words, and the picture did not look like the pattern of the picture, which should be Tibetan. Then I opened the first page casually, and saw a lean and withered man painted on the page, pointing to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other, with a very strange face, and the side was filled with colorful strange characters, shaped like tadpoles, red or green.

Turning to the second page, I saw that this man was still painted on it, but the posture was different, the left foot of the golden rooster was independent, the right foot stretched out horizontally, the hands behind the back, the left hand held the right ear, and the right hand held the left ear. I flipped all the way down, but I saw that the posture of this person in the book became more and more strange, and the patterns were endless, sometimes he supported the ground with his hands, sometimes he flew in the air, and sometimes he stood upside down with the top of his head, but the lower half of his body gave birth to six legs out of thin air. It's just that in the second half of the book, the man began to have an extra scimitar in his hand.

Wang Chan's eyes narrowed slightly, turned back to the first page, and then looked at the face of the person in the picture, and saw that the tip of his tongue stretched out slightly from the corner of his left mouth, and at the same time, his right eye was wide and his left eye was slightly narrowed, and his face had a strange expression. The extremely faint gray lines were faintly visible, and Wang Chan knew that this was the meridian route of the Blood Knife Sutra, but it was completely different from the ordinary exercise route.

Wang Chan was already carrying the Nine Yin True Scriptures, and now he has practiced the Divine Illumination Sutra, so his vision is not comparable to ordinary people, and he knows that the martial arts of the Western Regions are very different from the Central Plains, so he is not surprised. Even if you learn the appearance of the person in the book, the tip of your tongue is slightly spitted, your right eye is open and your left eye is closed. At the same time, it urges the true qi in the body to start to work according to the meridian route in the book.

In a moment, Wang Chan felt that his whole body was warm, indescribably light and comfortable.

During this time, he had also practiced the Divine Light Technique, and although his progress was not slow, it was nothing compared to the current cultivation of the Blood Sword Sutra. According to the direction in the diagram, Wang Chan only felt that the true qi in his body was like a river flowing, and he did not use any force, his internal breath ran naturally, and he could clearly feel his internal breath becoming stronger every moment.

Gradually, Wang Chan felt relaxed and happy, and the blood in his whole body warmed up, and after a while, his body was fluttering, as if he had drunk spirits, and even involuntarily let out a whining and refreshing low sound in his mouth.

Of course, Wang Chan didn't let this blood knife true qi continue to grow stronger, but slowly wrapped and fused with the Nine Yin True Qi and turned it into his own internal force.

At first, Wang Chan could still hear the sound of the rain outside the temple and feel the darkness around him. But as the concentration deepened, these external sensations began to slowly disappear, leaving only the growing mass of true qi in the body like a small sun.

I don't know how much time has passed since this practice.

When Wang Chan slowly opened his eyes, a ray of sunlight happened to hit him, and the heavy rain outside stopped early.

The Blood Knife Sutra is the unique school of the Blood Knife Gate, which contains two parts: internal strength and knife technique. If it is an ordinary person who cultivates, every page of the atlas will not be able to practice at all for a year and a half. For example, the treasure elephant has been practicing for more than 40 years, and the Blood Knife Sutra has still not been completed. But Wang Chan is different, his martial arts talent needless to say, after practicing the Nine Yin True Scripture, his internal strength is very strong for the Liancheng Jue plane, plus this battle of Black Wind Mountain, because of the blessing of misfortune, the eight veins of the Qi Sutra have reached the Ren vein, and one trace can break through to the second grade realm. According to Wang Chan's conjecture, the Blood Knife Ancestor was only the strength of the second-grade realm at most. Therefore, Wang Chan can be said to be from a high position, and the cultivation of the Blood Knife Sutra is naturally handy, not to mention a hundred times faster than ordinary people!

After one night's hard work, he had almost completed the internal strength of the Blood Knife Sutra. Wang Chan was preparing to complete the last part of the cultivation in one go. Suddenly there was a noise outside the ruined temple.

"My lord, that lewd monk just entered the mountain temple in front, I just came back from collecting firewood from the mountain yesterday, and I can see it clearly. ”

"Okay, if the news is true, then the reward money of the yamen will be indispensable to you. ”

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the gate of the broken temple was soon rudely kicked open, and seven or eight officials rushed in, and a middle-aged man dressed as a villager cowered and hung at the end.

The first one was exceptionally tall and immediately distinguished from the servants around him, but the most memorable thing was his eagle-like eyes.

The man stopped a few steps away from Wang Chan, and the iron rope around his waist trembled.

He looked at Wang Chan and sneered: "Why can't you rats from the Western Regions catch them all, you started to do that flower picking business at a young age, and the Blood Knife Gate really lives up to its reputation." But I advise you to be obedient and captured, I have also encountered a mouse bigger than you these days, but unfortunately he refused to surrender and let me accidentally kill it. ”

I went, and here I did again.

Wang Chan sighed with a sigh, feeling deep regret for his actions for the first time, and at the same time extremely annoyed in his heart. I obviously look like a high-ranking monk, and this group of guys with eyes and beads will actually think of me as a prostitute monk of the Blood Knife Gate.

Obscene Monk ......

Well, the lewd monk is the lewd monk. Wang Chan glanced at the Tibetan knife in his hand and thought of it resignedly. The reason why the Blood Knife Gate is called the Blood Knife Gate, in addition to the heavy slaughter and slaughter of the disciples in the door, there is also a significant sign, that is, all the scimitars used by all the disciples in the door have a blood-red bay strip on them.

The middle-aged man apparently recognized him, and the man then turned his gaze to the naked corpse of the treasure elephant on the ground, and then looked at Wang Chan with a strange look in his eyes.

The middle-aged man in front of Wang Chan had some background, he was one of the seven chief catchers of the six doors of the Criminal Department, Tie Tianying. Since he was ordered to leave Beijing, he did catch some disciples of the Blood Sword Sect as he said, but they were all miscellaneous fish.

Of course, in the eyes of Tie Tianying, Wang Chan is also a miscellaneous fish.

Officers and soldiers catch thieves, and there is no need for superfluous explanations at all.

Tie Tianying waved his right hand, and several servants behind him held a single knife, and Wang Chan killed him together.

Wang Chan glanced coldly at the officials who rushed up, raised his hand and scraped a few big ears down, and directly whipped them out.

Seeing this scene, Tie Tianying's face turned cold, and his right hand slapped the iron chain on his waist, and the iron chain seemed to come to life, shooting directly towards Wang Chan.

Wang Chan didn't look at it, he pulled out the bloody knife and cut it down.

Clang!

The bloody knife slashed at the chain, nailing it to the ground.

"Oh, and a little bit of a skill. The corners of Tie Tianying's mouth raised slightly, and he was about to say something more, when a punching bag-sized fist suddenly blasted into his face.

Tie Tianying didn't have time to dodge at all, and was immediately beaten by this punch and his nose and face were swollen.

Lao Tzu let you pretend!