Chapter Twenty-Three: Descending the Mountain (Four More Requests for Recommendation Votes)

Chu Li, who was on a killing spree, found a remote place in the depths of the woods, and leaned on the tree and vomited!

"Damn, the book says that novices who haven't killed anyone will vomit the first time they kill someone, it seems that it's really right!" This is Chu Li's first time killing after crossing to Forget Worries Big 6, Chu Li was still a college student before the crossing, and Chu Li didn't even hurt anyone, but just now he killed five people in a row, which really made him a little disgusting.

Although I have also seen a lot of bloody films, I have seen Zhao Gan's self-explosion not long in between, but it is really until he kills with his own hands, this feeling is completely different, all that comes to mind is the scene of lifting a sword and killing people just now, which makes Chu Li vomit more than once, but Chu Li knows that he must hold on, this is a cruel world, there will be killings every moment, and he only killed a few people who should be killed, it is nothing, if he wants to live well in this world in the future, he may have to kill more people. Isn't there a book that says vomit and vomit to get used to it, so let yourself get used to it slowly!

After getting a little better, Chu Li sat down cross-legged and began to meditate, the fight just now consumed all the true qi in his body, and there are many moves that are worth studying, and those few moves of his own will only be shown after they are performed, where are they lacking and need to be improved, and the most important thing is that they also need to study the Saint King Sword!

Slowly, Chu Li's mind sank in, a large amount of heaven and earth vitality kept gathering around him for him to take and want, and in Chu Li's mind, Chu Li was also separating the moves he had just seen from those he had performed, dissecting them, removing their dross and extracting their essence, and when Chu Li was meditating, the silver-white light spots in Chu Li's mind were also constantly rotating, and every time he rotated, he could eliminate a little bit of the surface protective layer of gray matter, but these were all invisible to the naked eye, even Chu Li didn't know anything about it.

I don't know how long it took for Chu Li to finally wake up from his meditation, he only felt refreshed, his whole body calmed down as if he had inexhaustible strength, and realized that his skills had made a lot of progress, and those moves were also firmly remembered by him, and the fit between heaven and earth was also more intimate. Although there is a lot of fighting ** now, but this time it is not so lucky, someone will come to feed him, but Chu Li can also suppress the battle in his heart very well now**.

Looking down at the Saint King Sword in his hand for such a long time, Chu Li's mind had touched this sword more than once, but every time his mind touched the sword, it bounced back and found nothing. I only heard Chu Li say to himself: "What kind of weapon is this? I'll study you right now!"

So Chu Li sat on the ground again, imagining in his mind whether there were any relevant clues in what he had seen before! According to the previous description of the cultivation realm, generally high-level weapons are dripping blood to recognize the master, only after recognizing the master can he know what the function of the weapon or magic weapon will be, and there is also a method of mind sacrifice, but the time required for heart sacrifice is too long, and there may be a certain kind of touch condition, maybe a part or something else, but this kind of thing is unavoidable, it seems that you can only try to drip blood.

Chu Li carefully cut a small cut on his finger with the Saint King Sword, his face was full of that kind of painful expression, just like a child is always very nervous when he gets an injection, and his brows are wrinkled together, even if Chu Li is now an eighth-level master, and he has killed people and seen blood in between, but when it comes to cutting himself, he always feels very scared in his heart, if he is usually accidentally broken somewhere and bleeds, but he doesn't feel this way at all.

Chu Li squeezed the small wound on his finger with his hand, and finally squeezed out a drop of blood, and the bright red blood slowly dripped on the Saint King Sword, Chu Li looked at the Saint King Sword nervously, hoping that it could make a little change, but after a long time, the Saint King Sword was still pitch black, and there was no change at all, and Chu Li didn't feel any strange feeling in his mind, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas, this method doesn't work, it seems that although I can be sure that it is at least a high-grade magic weapon, but for myself, it is just a little amplifying effect on the attack, maybe I can only know the mystery when I cultivate it in the future!

In fact, the several methods that Chu Li thought of were not all wrong, and the use of the Saint King Sword was stored in the secret room of the Demon Gate, and only by knowing the method of use could he appreciate its power, but Chu Li didn't know it, and Zhao Qian also didn't know that the Demon Gate Master who knew this method was dead, and it was estimated that no one knew about it now, even if other people from the Demon Gate knew about this method, and now that the Holy King Sword was in Chu Li's hands, they had no choice!

If you can't figure it out, you won't consume your brain cells, this is Chu Li's consistent principle, and I don't know how long I have been meditating, Chu Li is also ready to go down the mountain to take a look, after all, Li Mufeng is gone, he is too lazy to experience in the Tianshan Mountains alone, or walk more between the worlds, increase his knowledge and knowledge, after all, Gu Zeshen is already a complete cultivation maniac, Chu Li can't be the same as him, besides, it's not interesting to keep cultivating, if it's settled, it's okay, most people are tired of this boring life!

Chu Li didn't have anything to tidy up, and a person with a sword on his back rushed down the mountain. Just now, Chu Li's stomach was hungry at the thought of going down the mountain, and now he can't wait to sacrifice his five internal organs temple first!

When passing by the place where he fought with Zhao Fen and the others, Chu Li also carefully hid his figure, wanting to see if there was anything wrong, whether there would be anything that was seen, and after seeing it, the dead bodies no longer knew where they went, and the woods had returned to their original appearance, and the ground was covered by layers of leaves, only the broken trees and the scratches from the sharp swords on the trees were still clear, and people could still think of the fierce fights between them.

After nothing happened, Chu Li quietly left, and continued to run down the mountain. After running for about an hour, Chu Li only appeared in a few simple tents that he saw when he came here some time ago!

"Whew...... It's finally back!I'm starving to death!" The eighth-level master is far from reaching the point where he doesn't need to eat, but he has lasted a little longer, and only after reaching the cultivation stage of the cultivation period can he reach the realm of Bigu.

walked to a slightly larger tent and found a random place, Chu Li shouted: "Xiao Er, fry two good dishes, come with a bottle of good wine, and then serve a bowl of rice!"

After Chu Lixian finished speaking, everyone else in the tavern looked at him strangely, Chu Li also looked at himself, could it be that his clothes hadn't been changed for a long time, or was there something wrong?