With the arrival of a crescent moon in the night, the sect Dabi gradually fell into the end.

It wasn't until Liu Pian relied on the reward of the sect Dabi to get an ancient animal skin that Liu Pian knew that he had not hidden everything from his master.

After the animal skin was in hand, Qing Xinzi borrowed the animal skin, and after returning it, Qing Xinzi's face was obviously much paler, and his breath was like a candle in the wind.

Liu Pian was very worried, but Qing Xinzi was in a very good mood, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I just practiced a wonderful magic weapon" Qing Xinzi was very proud when he spoke.

Let Liu Pian quickly melt this animal skin into his mind, Liu Pian also integrated this animal skin into the original piece after receiving it, and successfully obtained the follow-up cultivation method of grinding bones and connecting bodies, everything was very smooth and smooth, which made Liu Pian feel a little incredulous.

Half a month later.

"Senior brother, that old man in the Scripture Pavilion told me to let you go" Li Shen pushed open the door of Liu Pian's room.

Scripture Pavilion.

"Boy, I heard you're pretty good at swords," the old man asked.

Liu Pian was stunned and nodded gently, he was a little proud of this, that head was not cut off by this knife.

"Good boy, I'm afraid you won't dare to admit it" The old man spat out his wine and scolded with a smile, the language was not polite but very kind.

Turning around, the old drunkard pulled out a Tang knife from under a wine tank, the Tang knife was very beautiful, but it seemed to be used to cushion the tank.

The old drunkard held a Tang knife as if he was holding a burning stick, and said contemptuously, "Come, let me see what you can do."

Liu Pian is a little inexplicable.

"Don't be nervous, I'm a little old man, uh, what is that called itchy hands, uh, no, it's just a ''''' to bring juniors"

"Come on, but you only need to use a knife, you don't need to use aura, otherwise I will directly kill you, old man, hehe, then it won't be interesting, you say."

The drunkard old man, the fluctuation of aura has also been suppressed to the time of qi training, it seems that he really wants to compare with Liu Pian, not to carry Liu Pian.

The old drunkard took a sip of wine.

The eyes that had been half-squinted opened.

Tang Dao stretched out, silently and stabbed straight towards Liu Pian.

Liu Pian raised her scimitar.

"Bang"

A crisp voice appears.

"Bang"

One more knife.

Liu Pian was in a hurry for a while.

That strength had no effect at all in the face of this strange knife, and the rhythm was completely between the old drunkard's Tang knife.

"Bang 、、、、、"

Twenty strokes later.

A Tang knife had been gently placed on Liu Pian's neck, and the sharp blade lightly touched the sweat hair on Liu Pian's neck.

The drunkard old man, laughed, leaked a mouthful of wine molars and said, "This is your knife method hahaha."

Liu Pian didn't speak, just looked at the old man and said, "Come again"

"Do you think I'm not doing you well with this way of fighting, well, it's the same?"

casually threw the Tang knife aside, and from the bottom of a bookshelf, he took out another horse chopping knife, the blade of which was very heavy.

Liu Pian took the first step and quickly moved forward, and the scimitar brought up a gust of wind and slashed head-on towards the drunkard old man, but he left a little strength.

A smile flashed in the drunkard old man's eyes.

The chopping knife was very oncoming and the knife was fiercely opposed.

The heart said, "This kid can't have enough strength"

'Bang' all at once, and the knife was set up in the air.

The blade turned.

A domineering aura came.

In an instant, the drunkard old man seemed to have turned into a ferocious killing god in ancient wars.

The knife is domineering, and the knife is deadly.

With a loud bang, the knife in Liu Pian's hand flew out.

The huge horse chopping knife, with an infinite domineering aura, fell next to Liu Pian's head, and a few very long hairs fell to the ground when they touched the blade.

Liu Pian now knows the reason why the old man changed the knife, this is to beat himself to convince himself.

The drunkard old man gently put the saber on the ground, and said to himself, "It's better to be old than when you're young."

After being beaten in the face, Liu Pian said, "Do you know how you can lose?"

Liu Pian said "experience"

The old man smiled and said, "Elm Head"

Liu Pian looked at the already tattered knife in his hand and shook his head.

The drunkard old man rolled his eyes helplessly.

Then let you take another look.

I took a sip of wine, and when I spit it out, a knife mixed with wine appeared in the air, shining in the sunlight, which was very beautiful.

The old drunkard slapped the knife, held the wine knife, and looked at it, this is a knife.

Swinging towards Liu Pian, this sloppy drunkard old man was even a little elegant at this time.

The knife turned into wine turned into a colorful light under the sunlight, which looked very good, but Liu Pian only felt that the knife seemed to be as thick as heaven and earth.

I wanted to lift the knife in my hand, but I couldn't hold the knife at all, and I no longer had that rounded feeling.

For a while, his mind was taken away by the knife, and after Liu Pian came back to his senses, the knife made of wine was already on Liu Pian's neck again. If it's really a fight, Liu Pian doesn't know how many times he has died.

The knife, which had been extremely hard, had been reduced to pieces, as if it could not bear it.

The breeze blew, and the sweat on Liu Pian's back made Liu Pian tremble.

Looking at the fragment of the knife in his hand.

Liu Pian said to the old drunkard, "I'm less than a meaning"

"Knife Intent"

The old drunkard took a sip of wine and said vaguely, "It's quite wise."

"How to practice," Liu Pian asked.

"You don't need a good knife, but you need a knife of your own," said the old drunkard.

As he spoke, he threw out a thin booklet

"This is the method of refining knives, if you don't have a knife that communicates with your heart, how can you practice a good knife intent!"

Half a month later.

A dark room, a faltering candlelight, Liu Pian sat upright, a scimitar in his hand, also pitch black, as if absorbing the candlelight.

With a slight stroke, the blood tickled and left along the pitch-black blade.

Liu Pian sat on the spiritual sense that could be released slightly, and along the mysterious trajectory, it circulated on the body of the knife, and a little blood slowly seeped in, and the knife seemed to become blood red, and it slowly subsided after a while.

Liu Pian put the blood down again.

Two or three times, the body of the knife is blood-red and cannot subside for a long time.

Liu Pian was holding a piece of animal skin stained with his own blood, and wiped it slowly, without stopping for a moment, without resting for a moment, until the candlelight gradually disappeared and the room was dark, and Liu Pian stopped.

Gently put down the knife that had returned to its pitch black color.

Liu Pian's homework today was completed.

His face was as pale as paper, like a ghost.

Seeing Liu Pian coming out of the house, Li Shen stared at a pair of panda eyes and complained, "I don't know what kind of elixir that old drunkard gave you, but he really persevered according to his method for a month."

Ignoring Li Shen's kind complaints, their brothers and sisters are becoming more and more familiar, and they can even make some jokes.

Liu Pian smiled and said, "Let's go after your Xiaoxi, ignore me"

Li Shen had a black line, but he didn't expect this quiet junior brother to make his own jokes.

"Well, this is a tonic soup from the pharmacy, drink it while it's hot"

Li Shen hurriedly changed the topic and threw it to, and Liu Pian hurriedly left in a black box, which contained some ingredients and some decoctions.

He knew that Liu Pian's character was decisive and resolute, and he would not stop at all, so he could only support him with some good things.

Looking at the back of Li Shen's departure, Liu Pian was a little moved.

But when I thought of that incident, I also felt very interesting, and said silently in my heart: "That Xiaoxi is not so easy to chase, senior brother, you have to work really hard!"

Xiao Xi's original life is Mo Xiaoxi, the disciple of the head of the family, is a very beautiful woman, but her temper is ,,,,。

But the most important thing is that he doesn't like men, eh、、、、。

One day half a month ago, Li Shen and her met so much that a bloody sadomasochistic relationship began.

Everyone in the sect knows about it.

After drinking the ginseng soup for one night and resting for a while, Liu Pian's current cultivation is already at the peak of Qi cultivation, and he is just one opportunity away from entering the foundation building realm, but it is very difficult to grasp.

But now it was time to do it well, and the candles in the house were lit again.

Half a year passed slowly and firmly, like the yellow river flowing through the mountain behind the sect.

The spiritual consciousness still flowed on the body of the knife along a mysterious trajectory, but it was much lighter, as if it was dancing a song.

Blood was still seeping into the blade.

Drop after drop like a gluttonous child.

The blade, which had been dark, had also become a little blood-red, glowing red in the light of the candlelight, as if it was about to cut off the space.

A soft sound was not in the room, but appeared in Liu Pian's mind.

And then it gets bigger and bigger, and gradually appears in the house, in the room.

The sleeping old drunkard, who was snoring, laughed when he heard the sound of the knife, and his mouth was full of wine molars.

With a knife roar, the blood was constantly absorbed, the spiritual sense continued to shake, and the knife was unexpectedly windless, and the blood in Liu Pian's hand turned into it like a black snake along the blade.

A blood-colored light hung from the "bang" knife, and the stiff ironwood window in the room shattered under the gentle vibration.

The knife then vanished.

Liu Pian knew that she really had a knife of her own, not hard, not extraordinary, but it belonged to herself.

Liu Pian has a hand, a pitch-black scimitar, floating in Liu Pian's hand, the knife is pitch black, as if swallowing all the light, only the blade has a faint red, Liu Pian knows that it is stained with his own blood, but there will be more and more blood stained again.

The knife was just an ordinary forged piece of iron, but Liu Pian believed that it would be sharp after all.

Sleepiness, or lethargy・・・・・・・・.

The moon rises and sets, the sun rises and sets, time pushes the light to leave, and the darkness to come, until two months later, Liu Pian didn't wake up, but fortunately, he ate a huge Bigu Dan before, otherwise Liu Pian would have starved to death in his sleep.

Liu Pian held a sign in his hand, knowing that this sect's task could not be postponed again and again.