With a screeching sound, the door of the wooden house opened, and Han Chen, dressed in a black shirt, quickly rushed out of the wooden house.

It was still noon, and a bright sun hung in the sky, and the bright light sprinkled down, and the refraction of the thick layer of snow covering the mountains was particularly dazzling.

Descending the wooden house, Han Chen rushed directly into the valley, and his rushing figure stopped in a clearing next to the waterfall.

At this time, in the open space in front of Han Chen, there was a bonfire, and several golden-colored fish were strung up by branches and inserted around the bonfire, slowly being smoked.

It's just that it seems to be a little overdone, the golden color of the fish has become a little burnt yellow, the fins and tails have been scorched black, and a faint blend is mixed with the aroma, slowly wafting out.

His gaze quickly swept over a few grilled fish, and Han Chen immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's not all scorched yet!"

This fish was caught by Han Chen a few days ago, when passing by a mountain range, from a very thick ice lake, although he didn't know what kind of fish this fish was, but the meat was extremely tender and had an excellent taste. And perhaps because the aura of heaven and earth in the 100,000 mountains is too strong, the flesh of this fish also contains some quite pure water spiritual qi, which makes its taste even more abundant.

After tasting the first bite, Han Chen liked it, but unfortunately, because he was in a hurry that day, Han Chen didn't catch too much. After a few days of eating, these are already the last few.

After the voice fell. Han Chen immediately stopped hesitating, and made a move like lightning, directly catching a few fish that had been obviously roasted and a little overdone.

It didn't matter whether it was hot or not, he directly opened his mouth to take a bite and feasted on it, but after a few breaths, a fish with a baby's arm length was directly swallowed by Han Chen.

"Hahaha, there is such a delicacy, and there is no wine" A fish belly, the water spiritual energy contained in the fish meat emerged in Han Chen's body. In an instant, it was transmitted to the limbs and hundreds of remains. Suddenly, a feeling of refreshment emerged from his body, and Han Chen couldn't help but laugh loudly.

With a flick of his fingers, a flask appeared in the palm of his hand and uncorked. Han Chen tilted his head. Poured it directly. The 100-day drunk with a rich aroma flowed out of the bottle and fell into Han Chen's mouth.

Knock, knock

"It's so fucking happy, hahaha" Han Chen's throat rolled, and he drank half a pot in a row. Fang stopped, and immediately laughed loudly.

After saying that, he grabbed another fish, and with a hundred days of drunkenness, he began to gobble up again.

Not far away, Guiguzi stood with a smile, not the slightest surprise at Han Chen's sudden arrogance.

For a long time, Han Chen has had a lot of pressure on him. A three-year agreement with Dugu to be undefeated. It's like a race against time, tense and tense cultivation. Under the realm of the Sword King, escape at the speed of life and death. The threat of Wan Bing Zhai is much stronger than that of the Dugu family.

These are like mountains, constantly accumulating on Han Chen's body.

Excessive suppression of oneself will only hurt oneself. So for Han Chen's seemingly arrogant appearance at this time, Guiguzi didn't blame him in the slightest, he knew that this was Han Chen's only way to relieve pressure.

"Hiccup!" After throwing away the last clean fish bone in his hand, Han Chen wiped the greasy greasy in his mouth, then raised his hand, raised his head, and drank the last bit of 100 days drunk in the wine pot in his hand, and threw away the wine jug, Han Chen burped with satisfaction.

After being full of wine and food, Han Chen leaned back directly and lay on the grass in the clearing.

The light hits the body, bringing a hint of warmth, but that's about it.

The deeper the 100,000 mountains, the richer the water spiritual energy, and the more bitterly cold the climate becomes.

Fortunately, Han Chen didn't care about this, his cold ice spirit body was the most suitable physique for the water spiritual energy, so the bone-chilling climate in the 100,000 mountains didn't make him feel much discomfort.

The "booming" rushing water, as if never stopping, continued to rush down from the top of the cliff, angrily smashed into the pool, the deafening roar, the thick water vapor, spread in the valley.

"This is life!!" Han Chen squinted his eyes slightly and said softly.

"It's a pity that we are the body of the young master, the life of hard work!" After a few breaths, Han Chen straightened his waist, sat up, shook his head with a wry smile, and sighed.

"Hehe, young people suffer a little more, it's always good to be good!" At this time, Guiguzi slowly walked over and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Han Chen rolled his eyes directly, and did not argue, the disciple and the teacher argued, and they couldn't find death.

Rising from the ground, he patted his shirt and dusted the grass clippings off it, then walked towards the center of the clearing.

Standing in the center of the clearing, there was a slight silence, and then Han Chen stretched out his hand and flicked it, and then saw a sheathed long sword appear in his hand.

The long sword is simple and dark, and it is Mo Han.

Reaching out to hold the swarthy swordsman, Han Chen jerked violently, and pulled it out with a 'choking' sound.

Holding the Mo Han Sword in his hand, Han Chen did not immediately enter the cultivation, but frowned slightly, and said softly: "How do you feel, Mo Han seems to have become lighter!"

Whew!

When the voice fell, Han Chen's arm shook, and the dark and heavy sword body was wrapped in a sharp aura, instantly smashing the air and emitting bursts of wind howls.

The arm stopped, Han Chen smiled bitterly, he finally found out the reason, the weight of the Mo Han Sword had not changed at all, and five thousand jin was still five thousand jin.

And the reason why he felt this way was not that the Mo Han Sword had become lighter, but that his strength had increased.

The weight of the five thousand catties of the Mo Han Sword, when his strength was still thirty-eight thousand catties, did seem a little heavy, and the texture was full.

But after refining the three drops of essence blood of the Qingluan Divine Bird, Han Chen's all aspects have been greatly improved, and the Yama Emperor Quenching Body Sutra directly advanced to the third peak, and his physical strength has also risen to the level of 60,000 catties.

In this way, under his 60,000 jin of huge strength, the weight of the 5,000 jin of Mo Han Sword is naturally nothing, and it feels lighter, which is inevitable.

"Teacher, if the second seal of the Ninefold Mountain Array is unlocked, what will be the weight of the Mo Han Sword?" frowned slightly, his gaze slowly swept over the dark sword body of the Mo Han Sword, and then stopped at the two mountain marks on the sword near the hilt, and turned his head to Guiguzi and asked.

"Thirty thousand catties!" Guiguzi spit out a number with a smile on his face. (To be continued......)

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