Qingcheng Mountain is divided into the front mountain and the back mountain, and the main institutions such as the council hall, the Yanwu Hall, the Jinguan Mansion, and the Soul Domain Academy of the town tribe are all in the front mountain, and the back mountain is the daily life residence of the tribal warriors.

In the mountain behind Qingcheng, a huge Bailian waterfall fell from the sky, and the water splashed loudly, like a thousand horses galloping. Under the waterfall is the small area of Wulong Pond, the whole pool is like an enlarged version of the stone basin, which is naturally formed by the waterfall for thousands of years.

There was a large rock that protruded out of the pool, and on top of it stood a sturdy man with a naked upper body, practicing his sword in the waterfall.

On the left side of Wulong Pond is the cliff of the ancient wood forest, and on the right side of the interval of dozens of meters is a slope full of greenery, among the greenery, a large area of lantana bushes grows in clusters, and there are rhododendrons, camellias, and wild chrysanthemums dotted in the middle, which is very beautiful.

A simple thatched hut, on the flat ground at the highest point of the slope, with a green bamboo fence around the perimeter, and a rude stone table in front of the house, on which a simple tea set is placed.

Xu Huaijin, who appeared at the mountain gate just now, was lying on the grass in front of the thatched hut at this time, staring at the man practicing swords under the waterfall without a moment's notice.

Although it was dozens of meters away from the waterfall, the thunderous sound almost overshadowed all the sounds around it, and the cold water vapor splashing everywhere soaked his heart and spleen, making Xu Huaijin's hair slightly wet.

Xu Huaijin, who doesn't like water by nature, didn't run away, because its attention was completely on the man who practiced swords, this was a man with a strong body: broad shoulders and bee waist, bare shoulders and arms with well-defined muscles, a belly with a beautiful vest line, and the mermaid line that attracted reverie, which was enough to make the unrestrained woman blush.

Xu Huaijin is not a woman, it is a demon beast, it does not blush, but it drools at the man under the waterfall.

The reason why it drools is that it has nothing to do with the word "sexy", although the figure of the man who practices swords can only be described as "sexy". In Xu Huaijin's eyes: this bulging muscle, beautiful texture, and imaginable full touch...... Like the most famous premium ham of Dingtian Villa - Jinhua ham.

The man who practiced the sword, Pang Wushuang, one of the members of the Elder Council of the Soul Suppression Tribe, a ninth-level martial artist.

He practiced sword training under the waterfall for three years, from the beginning of the need to tie the sword with a coarse cloth to his hand to not let go, to now the sword splits the waterfall, the power is not inferior to the roaring and turbulent waterfall.

The moment the sword was swung out, it seemed that it was not cut in the turbulent water, but it was split into time, and the uninterrupted waterfall was like a still canvas, which was cut in two instantly, with a slight pause, and only resumed flow after a few breaths.

It's been three years, and the Broken Flow Sword has finally been practiced!

Pang Wushuang put away his sword and jumped up the slope, there was no smug look on his face, as if it was a matter of course.

"Brother Huai Jin, have you come to see me practicing swords again?" he smiled at the unicorn in front of the hut.

"Wow~~Woo......" Xu Huaijin saw Pang Wushuang wipe the water and sweat on his upper body, put on his outer robe, and had nothing to look at, then stood up from the grass, shook the small droplets on his hair, raised his head and howled, stretched his waist, and ran away without a trace.

Pang Wushuang was strange in his heart, for three years, he practiced swords every day, Xu Huaijin also never stopped watching him practice swords, could it be that as a demon beast, what could it learn from it? What's even more strange is that every time he stopped practicing swords, Xu Huaijin left, and he didn't necessarily know how close he was.

The demon beast is a beast that has become a demon, and it is also a beast that has a way. In fact, in the world of beasts, it is far less complex than humans. For Xu Huaijin, a premium ham can explain many things that many smart people can't understand. Because of this, there is friendship and fighting between monsters, but they will not set off a group war like humans.

Pang Wushuang looked at the direction where Xu Huaijin disappeared and was a little stunned: After three years of hard training, he only had Xiaocheng today, and it didn't seem to bring him much joy. These days, there is always a little restlessness, although he is not responsible for the daily affairs of the soul suppression, but the news of losing many counties and counties is still like a haze in the hearts of every soul suppression warrior.

"When!when!when......"

At this moment, several melodious bells resounded through the valley, causing bursts of echoes.

Pang Wushuang silently counted in his heart, twelve, that was the signal of the tribe to convene the temporary elders, and the members of the presbyterian council at the headquarters had to arrive within the time of a pillar of incense.