When the Northern Cultivator woke up, the light of the outside world had regained its strength.

He knew that he could rest in bed this time, but in fact, it was already Long Yao who released the water.

Mountaineering is a test, so as soon as he starts climbing, everything has to be done by himself.

With this in mind, he saluted respectfully to the hut not far away, and turned to walk up the hill.

Long Yao looked at his back and sighed slightly in his heart.

This young man, who has only begun to emerge in the mire, has a little bit of what his father looked like back then.

Her gaze turned to a place in the mountains, and the pen in her hand dipped in ink like a dragonfly, leaving a swimming dragon on the paper.

A voice with a slight smile floated through the cabin.

"I was really aroused, and I was really a child. ”

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Northern Meditation Cultivator was indeed stimulated a little by Yao Chong's results last night, but this was not enough for him to run all the way towards the peak of the Shoreless Sword Peak in order to surpass Yao Chong.

defeated Yao Chong, who was still six years old at the time, and felt ashamed of himself when he said it.

What he really wants is to become stronger.

He didn't need treatment for half a month, just patiently waited for the changes in his body.

In other words, the time limit set by Long Yao for him was half a month.

The more time you have to set aside, the better.

Although the mountains and forests on the mountainside are dense, there is always a day to go out.

Relying on the mountain springs and wild beasts in the mountains, the Northern Meditation Cultivator had approached the exit of the dense forest on the afternoon of the third day.

Leaving this dense forest, he would be able to touch the highest peak of the Shoreless Sword Peak.

There is no vegetation cover on the peak, but it reaches into the sky, so it looks particularly lonely and proud.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator was ready to conquer this mountain.

But as he was about to walk out of the forest, four monkeys came to him with their branches.

These monkeys looked very excited, and although the order of coming was chaotic, their eyes were all drip around the Northern Meditation.

They all held a wooden sword in their hands, presumably sharpened by themselves, of varying quality, and one of them was even a wooden stick in one hand.

The Northern Meditation didn't know why these monkeys appeared, but he also knew that they were coming for him.

A monkey with a pinch of fur on its top squeaked twice at its companion, and after receiving the echo of its companion, he happily jumped in front of Bei Mingxiu and waved the wooden sword in his hand defiantly.

"Do you want to compete with swords?" Northern Meditation Cultivator was a little crying and laughing, are the monkeys of Wu'an Sword Peak all such dicks?

However, he didn't take it lightly just because the other party was a monkey, after all, this was a monkey from the Shoreless Sword Peak.

The Cold Immortal Sword came out of its sheath silently and fell into the hands of the Northern Immortal Cultivator.

Feeling the intimate chill in his hand, Bei Mingxiu's heart perked up, and he said to the monkey jumping in front of him, "Come on." ”

As soon as the words fell, Bei Mingxiu only heard an excited "squeak", and the handful of hair was no longer in place, only the rustling sound of leaves came into his ears.

"So fast!"

Bei Ming Xiu was shocked in his heart, and the Cold Immortal Sword swung out according to his intention, narrowly blocking a sword that was stabbed at his right shoulder.

His response was so fast, after blocking a pinch of hair and a sword, the cold sword took advantage of the situation and struck upward, but it failed to touch a pinch of hair.

At this moment, the wooden sword appeared in front of him again.

The Northern Darkness Cultivator collected the sword in front of him.

The wooden sword appeared at his side again, attacking his lower plate.

Looking ahead, suddenly behind, it is difficult to find its trace, this is how the Northern Meditation Cultivation feels now.

He wielded his sword with great speed.

A pinch of hair's sword is faster than him.

In the time of a stick of incense, one person and one monkey have already faced more than 300 swords.

Sweat trickled down Bei Mingxiu's face, looking at his left arm and right calf that had been marked red by the wooden sword, and he had no choice but to take a step back.

If the other party was a human with the real thing, he would be dead by now.

Seeing that the Northern Meditation Cultivator was retreating, a pinch of hair had a triumphant face, and showed off a few times towards his companion, made a grimace towards the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and jumped back to his companion.

The handful of hairs on its head swayed in the wind, showing its pride vividly.

Defeated by a monkey, Bei Ming Xiu did not feel frustrated, but began to review the powerful sword cultivation and speed displayed by the monkey before.

Summing up the experience of failure and learning from the strengths of his opponent has always been what he is good at, even if the opponent is a monkey.

I don't know how long later, when he opened his eyes again, the monkeys were still in front of his eyes, holding wild fruits and eating.

Bei Mingxiu squinted and observed the light in the sky, confirming that it should be evening.

There were also a few more wild fruits in front of him.

He nodded to the monkey in acknowledgment and slowly chewed on the wild fruit, feeling its aroma.

After a while, one person and four monkeys were full of fruit cores in front of them.

The monkey with a pinch of hair on his head saw that the Northern Meditation was full of energy, and squeaked twice.

Bei Ming Xiu understood what it meant, and said, "Although I am not sure, I will try to defeat you." ”

A pinch of hair gave him a blank look, not hiding the disdain on his face at all.

Just as it was about to leap out of the country, the monkey with white spots screamed twice.

As soon as a handful of hair began to argue, the red-haired monkey's voice instantly overpowered it, and he had to reluctantly return to the team, but his eyes were still on Bei Mingxiu, as if waiting for his companion to embarrass him.

White Spot jumped off the tree and walked in front of Beiming's cultivation, holding the hilt of the wooden sword with both hands, and actually gave Beiming a gift.

Bei Mingxiu felt that this scene was embarrassing, but he still returned the salute.

The Stygian Sword was unsheathed again, striking at the White Spot with a breeze.

Bai Spot's eyes narrowed slightly, calmly watching the arrival of the cold light.

When the blade of the sword was no more than a foot away from it, it drew its sword.

The wooden sword was easily swung out, and it easily swept away the cold sword.

The mountain breeze in the forest seemed to be disturbed at this moment.

Bei Ming Xiu suddenly felt that his sword path had shifted, and this deviation would no longer be able to get back on track.

The wooden sword in White Spot's hand seemed to have become a bait, completely attracting him as a fish, even if he tried to withdraw the sword, he couldn't get it.

He was completely led by the sword of the white spot, and after holding out for half a quarter of an hour, he reluctantly made a decision.

The Stygian Sword came out of his hand and plunged into a nearby tree stump.

Bei Mingxiu took two steps back, rubbed his sore wrist, and said calmly, "Awesome." ”

If you don't make a move, you can only go with the flow, such swordsmanship is really powerful.

White Spot nodded at him, put away the wooden sword, and returned to his companion, and suddenly the sound of squeaking echoed in the sky.

The cry of a pinch of hair was particularly excited, even though the Northern Meditation Cultivator did not know monkey language, and knew that it was mostly mocking himself.

He retrieved the Stygian Sword and put it in its sheath, slowly closed his eyes, and recalled the image of the previous battle in his mind, and fell asleep again.