Xingchen returned to the Motian Sect, returned to the Alchemy Hall, and lived in the room opposite the Dan Room, still repeating the days of the sun rising and the moon setting, chopping wood and alchemy.

Qingniu Daoist once came to ask Xingchen who Murong Shuang gave the two Bi Serum Wind Pills to, and when he learned that they were given to Lian Shaojie, who was seriously injured, he didn't ask more.

Xingchen felt that his body, with the cultivation time, was getting stronger day by day, and then looking at the wind and thunder beads in his pocket, there was already a third thunderbolt, presumably he had reached the foundation building period.

When it comes to the foundation building period, a cultivator has officially stepped into the path of cultivation, and he can feel the true qi flowing in the sea of qi. But before awakening the dust, he was already able to use his true qi, and it was very likely that the wind and thunder bead had advanced his cultivation progress.

Xingchen didn't think about these things, and buried himself in penance.

Xingchen chops firewood every morning, so that after cutting firewood early, he can practice swordsmanship. A person practices swords in the open forest, and he has no scruples in his heart and plays at will.

One day, Xingchen went up the mountain to chop firewood as usual, after chopping firewood, tied up the firewood, and took out the spirit snake sword, and practiced in the forest.

"Pap-papa-pap-", Xingchen heard a person clapping behind him, the applause was very rhythmic, Xingchen immediately collected the sword momentum, and when he looked back, it was Ling Huzhuang who clapped his hands.

Ling Hu Zhuang has never been to the Alchemy Hall since he entered the Famous Sword Hall, he is a little fatter than before, presumably the Futu Daoist of the Sword Hall, seeing that he is a nephew, takes care of him a little more.

And Ling Hu Zhuang clapped his hands, not appreciation, but with a bit of mockery. Ling Hu Zhuang was followed by several disciples of the Famous Sword Hall, and at first glance he was Ling Hu Zhuang's followers.

Ling Hu Zhuang approached Xingchen's body and said: "I haven't seen you for many days, I didn't expect Brother Xingchen to still do this kind of chopping wood, what, Brother Xingchen, do you want to practice swords? Then enter the Famous Sword Hall, you know, in the entire Ferris Sect, only our Famous Sword Hall's swordsmanship is the most outstanding." He knew that Xingchen was not qualified to enter the Hall of Famous Swords, so he deliberately used such words to satirize Xingchen.

Xingchen glanced at Ling Huzhuang and said, "You disciples of the Famous Sword Hall, you are not good at practicing swords, what are you doing in our Alchemy Hall?"

Ling Hu Zhuang smiled and said, "Master saw that several disciples of the Famous Sword Hall were injured due to sword practice, so let me come to this alchemy hall to get a few pills." So I came here. ”

"Let you take a few pills, what are you doing on the mountain behind this alchemy hall? "Xingchen knows that these people didn't have any good intentions when they came here.

Ling Hu Zhuang squeezed his eyebrows and said: "I came to the back mountain, not to see how Brother Xingchen is doing now, I brought my brother here because--because I'm afraid, you see, this lonely mountain is densely forested, what if there are demons infested? ”

"Well, you have a point. Xingchen didn't have time to pay attention to him, sorted out the bundle of firewood, and prepared to carry the firewood down the mountain.

"Wait!" Ling Hu Zhuang struck the sword in his hand and stopped in front of Xingchen. Some of his brothers also gathered around him with bad intentions.

Xingchen put down the firewood burden on his shoulders, raised his eyebrows coldly, and said angrily: "Ling Huzhuang, what do you want to do?"

Ling Hu Zhuang lowered the sword in his hand and said: "Brother Xingchen, how can you call him by his name, how can you say that we are also brothers of the same family." ”

"I've been kind enough to you. Xingchen replied that he didn't want to get entangled with these people.

"I've been here for so long, I see that your sword practice has been very proficient, what's the point of practicing sword alone, do you want to learn from you for your brother, let you open your eyes, have a long insight, and know what is the real swordsmanship, if you practice like this, you will not be able to understand any swordsmanship in your life. Ling Huzhuang smiled and looked at Xingchen.

Of course, Xingchen understood Ling Huzhuang's intentions, and he clearly wanted to take the opportunity to insult him in the name of learning. But Xingchen will not compete with him at this moment.

Xingchen once again picked up the burden, ignored Ling Huzhuang's obstruction, and walked down the mountain.

Seeing that Ling Hu Zhuang glanced at the brothers who came with him, those guys pulled out their swords in unison and pointed the tip of the sword at Xingchen.

Xingchen looked around at their cold eyes, knowing that there would be a battle today, so he put down the burden of firewood and pulled out the spirit snake sword. The blade of the sword was raised flat, pointing at Ling Hu Zhuang.

Ling Hu Zhuang said to his group of brothers: "You put down the sword for me, you must know that today is a one-on-one competition, don't let others laugh, how can the people of our famous sword hall have face when they bully more and less?"

The brothers of the Famous Sword Hall slowly put down the sword in their hands, and the bright silver sword in Hu Zhuang's hand had been popped out, and the sword in Xingchen's hand was very bright, and the sword body was as white as snow and like a spirit snake.

Ling Hu Zhuang glanced at the sword in Xingchen's hand and sneered: "What a beautiful sword, the sword in your hand is ten times better than mine, but today you still have to lose." But don't worry, we're all brothers, and I won't want your life. ”

After that, the tip of the fox strong sword drew an arc, and the sword was like the wind, the sword was so fast, but Xingchen was ready to defend against this blow.

The sword strikes resonated, making a series of gas explosions, and the two were bounced away by the force of this strong blow, and Xingchen didn't know how to deal with the next move, so that Hu Zhuang had already found the flaw in Xingchen's swordsmanship.

"Ah," Xingchen screamed miserably, fell to the ground, and his shoulder was cut by Ling Hu Zhuang, and the sword in his hand had reached Ling Hu Zhuang's hand.

Xingchen was about to get up, and the sword in Ling Hu Zhuang's hand had already reached his chest, only to see Ling Hu Zhuang say leisurely: "You have already lost!"

Ling Hu Zhuang won very easily, and Xingchen lost completely, but Xingchen felt that he had worked very hard, but he could not surpass those who had undergone professional swordsmanship training in the Famous Sword Hall.

"Haha, your sword is very beautiful!" Ling Hu Zhuang looked carefully at the Spirit Snake Sword he had just snatched from Xingchen's hand. He danced in the air, and it felt very comfortable.

"Well, this sword is very useful, it belongs to me!" Ling Hu Zhuang smiled.

Xingchen pressed the bleeding wound and said painfully: "Give me back the sword, it's my sword!"

Ling Hu Zhuang kicked Xingchen who was lying on the ground with his foot, and said in a disdainful tone: "You are my defeated subordinate, and you no longer deserve to have this sword, so this sword must belong to me." ”

"Haha, this guy is really useless......"

"Useless things, just fragile ......"

"A waste wood, a waste wood that chops wood every day...... Haha......"

The disciples of the Famous Sword Hall who followed behind Ling Huzhuang did not forget to leave a few words to taunt and strike Xingchen when they left.

Ling Hu Zhuang snatched Xingchen's Spirit Snake Sword, and left with a smile with his brothers, leaving Xingchen alone in this empty mountain field.

When Xingchen heard the word "waste material", he felt a pain in his heart, many years ago, he has been regarded as a waste material, why is he not a waste material after so many years, is he really not motivated at all?

Xingchen sat up and used a hemostatic charm to stick it to the wound to stop the bleeding. He tried to carry the load, but his shoulder hurt like a tear, so he had to let it go.

"Big brother, can't you bear it anymore, do you want to rest here?" said a childish girl's voice.

Xingchen looked back, it turned out to be Xue Ling'er, Xue Ling'er was carrying a small bamboo tree, holding a small medicine hoe in her hand, she was wearing a plaid skirt, cute, very cute little Lori.

"Hey, the eldest brother is injured!" Xue Ling'er saw that the wound on Xingchen's shoulder was still oozing blood.

"The bleeding has stopped for the time being, I put a hemostatic charm!" Xingchen said bitterly.

"How can you stop bleeding alone, you still need to apply medicine, I just picked some herbs!" Xue Ling'er said as she took out some herbs from her back, chewed them and put them on for Xingchen.

Xingchen said gratefully: "Thank you, Sister Ling'er, you are so good to me, but this matter must not be known to the hall master Qingniu Daoren." ”

"Well, then I'll go down the mountain first, big brother. Xue Ling'er said, jumping down the mountain, she has always been such a happy little girl.

Xingchen sat on the ground for a while, watching the sun go down, but the bundle of firewood could not be carried back anyway.

At that moment, a dark figure walked into the woods, and the man was wearing a hat when it was dark.

"Master!" Xingchen recognized at a glance that the person was his master, Aokasa Daoren.

There was a lot of blood on his shirt and sword, and it was clear that he had experienced a bloody battle not long ago.

"Master, have you killed someone again?" asked Xingchen as he looked at the bloodstained hands of the Aokasa Daoren.

Qingkasa Daoist wiped the blood from the sword and said to Xingchen: "Child, you have been in the sect for a long time, how do you know how fierce the battle in the outside world is, almost every moment, someone dies because of the fight. ”

"Master, you are injured. Xingchen pointed to the sword wound on his shoulder and said to Aokasa Daoren.

"Oh, who hurt you?" asked Michito Aokasa.

Xingchen then told the people of Qingkasa Dao about the competition with Ling Huzhuang and his gang, and the fact that the spirit snake sword was taken away from him.

When Aokasa Daoren heard this, he was very angry in his heart and said: "It's all because the teacher didn't teach you swordsmanship in the first place, so that you were bullied by others here!"

Xingchen said: "It's just that the disciples are not angry, and the cultivation progress is so slow!"

Qingli Daoist took out a yellowed pamphlet from his bosom and said: "This is a sword book obtained by the teacher who fought with a decent Taoist today, and for this sword book, I have been fighting with several of them for more than an hour! If you learn this sword book, you will definitely be able to defeat the person from the Sword Hall and take back your Spirit Snake Sword." ”

Xingchen took the sword and flipped through it, and saw that the cover of the sword was lost, and the first page was clearly printed with the word "Zhenji", but he didn't know what the name of the sword book was.

However, Xingchen has decided to cultivate this sword book diligently, and he wants to defeat Ling Hu Zhuang.