Bu Chen's mind was full of the sound of surging water from Jianchuan.

His eyes looked straight ahead, but he couldn't see the houses, the streets of the ancient city, or the passers-by. His gaze seemed to transcend space, looking directly at the Jianchuan River several miles away.

He no longer remembered how many times he had seen the river, and how many nights he had spent listening to the sound of the waves.

But never before have the waves in front of me been so stark.

In the next moment, he seemed to be in the middle of the endless waves, washed by the infinite river.

The street under his feet seemed to have turned into mud and sand at the bottom of the river, soft and muddy, and he couldn't mix it up, so he had to sit on his horse and stabilize his bottom plate. The iron broom in his hand was like an oar, trying his best to counteract the impact of the river.

This is the feeling of cultivating the "Storm Sword Technique".

It felt all too familiar to Buchen, and he had experienced it countless times in the past years. Even many times, he will jump directly into the real river water to understand the mystery.

The gangs in the rivers and lakes that run boats will have several similar martial arts inheritances, crowned with titles such as stormy waves, treading waves, swimming fish, and crossing rivers. Hengjiang Gang Zou Tong's set of "Taolan Palm" is one of them.

These martial arts are limited in skill, but they are the easiest inheritance of the shipping gang to comprehend.

Without him, every boat, every swimming, no one is more familiar with the surname Wave than they are.

It's the same with Buchen.

It's just that he relied on his own sharp spirit and straightforward surname, and finally simplified the "Storm Knife Technique" and integrated it into several fierce killing methods, focusing on momentum, and often taking the lead when facing the enemy.

As a result, he got the nickname "Broken Wave Knife".

The nickname is intended to show that he has to share one point with all his strength, even the continuous river.

Zheng Meng, the knife casting master of Jiuhuan Mountain, after seeing his knife skills, tailored a high-grade saber for him - Fentao.

This elongated single knife, combined with Zheng Meng's few words of guidance, made Bu Chen feel that his martial arts realm had taken another big step, and it wouldn't be long before he would step into the realm of blood exchange.

Therefore, although Zheng Meng's guidance to him was for the sake of Huweitang's deal with the Dongsha Gang, Bu Chen was still sincerely grateful to Master Zheng!

But now, he forgot all of Zheng Meng's instructions, and he also forgot the saber at his waist.

He was completely immersed in the graceful realm of martial arts cultivation.

"Wow-"

The iron broom swept over the bluestone pavement with heavy vigor, stirring up a cloud of sand and gravel.

Buchen felt the resistance of the sand and gravel from the tip of the broom, felt the trembling vibration from the broom rod, but the two sentences of Yan Li's drama echoed in the depths of his spirit:

The waves are more tactful, and the wind and clouds are lingering.

He has been sailing for many years, and he doesn't know how many winds and rains he has seen and how many waves he has experienced.

The black and heavy river, in the storm, rolled up the white waves that caught the sky. A wave can overturn a big ship and shoot a small boat to pieces!

Once, he thought that this was the power of the stormy waves, and his sword skills also came from this.

And now, the "oar" in his hand is plucking the waves, and the waves in distant time and space are echoing in his ears, but he has a completely different state of mind.

Think of that stormy and stormy moment, many gangsters and sailors shouted in the wind and rain, and used all means to fight against the wind and waves, but what about the real masters?

They will stand calmly at the bow of the boat, unhurried, looking into the distance, no matter how wind and waves, can not stop their gaze;

Isn't that stormy wave a piece of music, melodious and tactful?

The wind and thunderstorm, isn't it a pipa, lingering and compassionate?

"Whoa—"

Buchen's strength at hand became heavier, but the sound of the iron broom became lighter, as if it had changed from a stormy wave crashing on the shore to a willow spring breeze.

He didn't realize anything about it, he just followed the feeling, followed the magical guidance of the broom, and kept sweeping down.

If you think about it carefully, how arrogant is the name of the "Broken Wave Knife"? The waves are endless, and the eternal, how can it be that you are a slight martial artist, and you can break it with a sword? And you are so complacent that you can't help but integrate the fierce and sharp spirit into the knife technique, only to see the stormy waves of the stormy sky, and not to see the wind and the graceful lingering of beauty!

Stupid!

In the change of mood, the power at hand was greater, and the iron broom swept across the ground, but almost no sound could be heard, only a layer of continuous energy spread out, sweeping away the dust, like waves and waves.

Unconsciously, Buchen, who was engrossed in his attention, actually shed two black nosebleeds.

Sweeping the streets in the dust was originally a big news, attracting many onlookers.

The Dongsha Gang also came with a lot of people. Of course, they didn't come to see Buchen to be embarrassed, but they were afraid that their senior brother would be harassed and bullied - that would be the entire Dongsha Gang that would lose face.

They watched Buchen hold an iron broom and start sweeping the streets, using more and more force, and finally even sat on his horse with a heavy waist and waved it with all his might.

This is sweeping the floor, it is clearly practicing martial arts!

The Dongsha Gang all admires their senior brother: Look at our senior brother, he never forgets to improve his cultivation, so that in front of everyone, not only do he not care, but he also practices martial arts hard, which is amazing!

They were complacent, and before a quarter of an hour had passed, a sharp-eyed gang of people discovered: "Hey~~ Take a look, why did Senior Brother Bu have a nosebleed?

"I'll see...... Oh, isn't it? What the hell ......?"

"It can't be poisoning......

"It's a bit like ......"

"It seems that Senior Brother Bu didn't even notice ...... himself"

"What are you talking about, go and tell my brother!"

Just when several Dongsha gang members were talking and were about to run over to slap Buchen, a burly figure rushed in front of several people, waving a big fan-like hand to stop them.

It is the wind and fire forging master Duan Black Tiger.

"Don't move!" Duan Heihu lowered his voice and shouted, "This kid is exchanging blood, don't bother!"

Duan Heihu himself is a master of blood exchange, and his chivalrous name is even more well-known, and his words are quite credible.

What's more, in front of everyone's eyes, Buchen was poisoned in front of the Wind and Fire Forging Gate, and Duan Heihu was the first to be responsible!

Hearing this, everyone in the Dongsha Gang stopped, stretched their necks one by one, and stared at Buchen intently.

Buchen didn't seem to know at all, and many eyes were looking at him. He swung the broom more and more, and the power became heavier and heavier, until finally he completely forgot to sweep the floor, and actually used the iron broom as a big knife, and danced wantonly.

His whole body strength has also been raised to the limit, and the surging energy is swept out through the iron broom on all sides, as if setting off a wave of energy on this ten-zhang street.

Slowly, fine beads of blood oozed from his skin, shining and red in the early morning sun.

All onlookers understood - this was really a blood exchange.

There were more and more blood beads on Buchen's skin, even sticking to the front and back of his shirt, and the exposed part dried up into a black hard shell in the morning breeze and strong waves.

The whole process lasted for a full quarter of an hour, until Buchen practiced a complete set of "Storm Knife Technique", and finally put away the iron broom and stood on the spot.

At this time, he realized what had happened to him, and before he could speak, he felt a bulge in his abdomen, suddenly opened his mouth, and with a "wow" sound, he vomited a mouthful of black blood.

Spitting out bruises, Buchen immediately felt lighter on his body. He didn't care about anything else, so he hurriedly took two steps forward and slammed Yan Li to the ground: "Master Yan's grace of ignition, you will never forget it!"

"Kind words can be saved. Yan Li said indifferently, "Bu Shaoxia should go back and take a shower and change clothes." ”

Buchen looked down at the blood-stained coat and blood-scabbed hands, and smiled bitterly: "Please forgive Buchen for his rudeness!"

After saying that, he stopped talking nonsense, turned around and left. When he went to the side of the bruise he vomited, he took off his coat without hesitation and wiped the ground clean. Then he rolled up his tattered coat, shouldered the iron broom, and strode away with his upper body.

The onlookers were stunned.

It is understandable to say that a promising young man broke through on the street to change blood. After all, there are always all kinds of geniuses in this world, and I don't know how many have been born in Jianchuan City for hundreds of years!

What's going on with Master Keyan's guidance?

Master Yan is at most Qi cultivation, how can he guide the Broken Wave Knife at the peak of quenching?

Could it be that the iron broom implies a mystery?

Well, yes, it must be. Didn't you look at the end, did Buchen directly treat the broom as a Daguan knife?

When the onlookers came to their senses, they were thinking about Yan Li, but they had long since disappeared.

They rushed towards the Wind and Fire Forging, but they saw that Duan Heihu was like a black iron tower, standing at the door of the Wind and Fire Forging, blocking the gate tightly.

I only heard Duan Heihu raise his bell-like voice and say, "Master Yan likes to be quiet, don't disturb idle people." Also, Wind and Fire Forging is closed today!"

With that, there was a "bang-" sound, and the door of Wind and Fire Forging was closed.

The crowd at the door only heard Duan Heihu, who was not inside, let out a long laugh of "hahahaha".

Wind and fire forging backyard.

When Duan Heihu walked in, there were already six young people inside.

In addition to Yan Li, Duan Yan and Guiyun, there are three rare guests: Han Xi, Shang Shaoyan, and Shang Shaohong.

Duan Heihu is a bold surname, and he doesn't treat these guests as outsiders, so he walked into the courtyard laughing and directly raised his thumbs up at Yan Li.

"Master! What a master! When the sword was broken, a certain family was unlucky, and I didn't see anything, and I was really depressed for several days! Today, a certain family finally made up for this scene, which was an eye-opener! Hahahaha——"

Duan Heihu laughed loudly, and said in a loud voice, "What is Han Tong? To be honest, it doesn't have any glory to win him." Zheng Meng is a character, Buchen's knife, a certain family saw it, and it is indeed better than my Duan Heihu......! He compares with Master Yan, hahahaha-if I were him, I would be ashamed to kill myself when I saw that iron broom!"

Duan Heihu admired Zheng Meng's casting skills, but he didn't like his character. A dignified man, even if he came to challenge the sixteen-year-old baby, he still twisted and pinched after losing, and he refused to spit out even the word "lose", something!

Duan Yan's surname was similar to his father, and he also hated Zheng Meng, so he laughed and said, "Maybe he hanged himself by the neck!"

"Seppuku suicide!" Shang Shaohong coaxed, his voice urning and angry, showing a look of breaking out of his surname. He is Shang Shaoyan's younger brother, seventeen this year, one year younger than Duan Yan and one year older than Yan Li. In "A Hammer Breaks the Sword and Holds a Grudge", the flower face who plays Duan Yan is him.

"Self-cover Heavenly Spirit!" Shang Shao smiled, and he should also agree.

Only Guiyun blinked and looked around, as if he hadn't thought of any new way to die for a while.

Yan Li waved his hand and said with a smile: "No, no, it's not so big! With Master Zheng's face, he will spit out two mouthfuls of blood at most." ”

"Damn, cheap him. Duan Yan said angrily.

"But ......," Yan Li said hesitantly, "he must be the only one who vomits blood." ”

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ps. The half-dead data makes the poor road even feel more comfortable...... Alas, this book is really so ugly?