Martial Cultivator

Although Xie Nandu is known as a talented woman in the gods, she is actually a beauty.

When I first came to Shendu, it had not yet bloomed, but it was actually very beautiful. Now, more than half a year later, it is already much prettier than before.

She can be said to be a true beauty.

Wei Xu said this, of course, not because Xie Nandu was really unattractive, but just to express his position.

Xie Nandu smiled slightly and didn't take it seriously. He just said, "Senior brother, let's take the water route from now on."

Wei Xu was a little confused, "What about the carriage? That was brought from the academy."

"How much it's worth will be recorded in your account when the time comes."

Xie Nandu smiled and said, "I don't think Mr. Lai will care."

Wei Xu thought for a moment and did not refute. He just walked over and held the reins towards the crowd. Xie Nandu turned around and took a look and found that Wei Xu had led the carriage to the crowd over there. Then he began to talk to a person seriously. Watching guys with some money bargaining.

Not far away, Xie Nandu heard clearly.

Wei Xu, the most famous scholar in the capital, seriously advised the guy to buy a carriage and give up the idea of ​​taking a boat. This made Xie Nandu think of a story for no reason, about selling a wooden comb to a monk.

This is a story recorded in a miscellaneous book in the library. It is very absurd, because a monk has no hair and does not need a wooden comb at all. However, someone really got his wish and sold the wooden comb to a monk. , now Wei Xu is here, persuading the person who is about to take the boat to give up the idea of ​​taking the boat, which is actually exactly the same as that story.

It's also very weird.

But in the end that person succeeded, and Wei Xu also succeeded.

He got the heavenly money and sold the carriage to the man.

Then he returned to Xie Nandu.

A big boat came slowly from a distance and stopped at the ferry.

Wei Xu took Xie Nandu to pay the money to board the ship and asked for a guest room.

After getting on the boat, Xie Nandu said, "It turns out that senior brother is also very good at talking."

Wei Xu nodded and said, "Since you are studying in the academy, it is necessary to be able to speak. The debate at the lakeside is not about whose theory is more suitable, but about who can convince the other party. Of course, reasoning is always related to fists. , in many cases, there is no need to reason with him at all, but you also know that the current situation is different, and I am still trying to reason with him. "

Xie Nandu said, "This world is very unreasonable."

Wei Xu smiled and said, "It's already a very good world."

Xie Nandu said, "So I think the world will become better, but senior brother doesn't seem to think so."

Wei Xu frowned slightly after hearing this, and then said softly, "Some things can be done without thinking. Depending on the position you are in, you will naturally think about different things and make different choices. Junior sister, you are a smart person. Of course you know what I’m talking about.”

Xie Nandu shook his head and said, "Senior brother, you think about so many things and make so many choices. Have you ever given up those identities and just made choices based on your heart?"

Wei Xu was silent for a while and then said, "The teacher has a disciple who never likes to study, but in fact at that time everyone hoped that he could study hard and inherit the teacher's mantle, because the position of dean of the academy is really good. , at that time, even the teacher himself would be happy to see him go up a little bit, and then one day hand over the academy to him. "

The dean's lifelong wish was to accept seventy-two disciples and imitate that saint. In fact, among the many disciples in the early days, Wei Xu was not outstanding at all. The disciple he mentioned was the one with the highest hopes. .

"It's a pity that he likes to practice swordsmanship and kill monsters, but he doesn't like studying. So he found a way to practice swordsmanship very early and became a swordsman himself. Within a few years, he went north to kill monsters. ”

The disciple Wei Xu was talking about was naturally the senior brother who answered Xie Nandu's questions about swordsmanship.

"Actually, I admire him very much, because it would be very difficult for me to make such a choice, but he did it without any regrets at all. Of course, the consequences were something he never considered. ”

Wei Xu said with a complicated expression, "I was born in the Wei family, and I cannot choose many things. Even if I have reached this state now, it is still difficult."

Xie Nandu looked at his face and said nothing.

The Xie family and the Wei family had always been enemies in the Liang Dynasty.

Their position was not chosen by themselves, but they had to stand on the opposite side, otherwise it would not be a good thing for the Liang Dynasty.

Wei Xu looked at Xie Nandu and sincerely praised him, "Actually, I admire junior sister's character."

She also comes from a wealthy family, but Xie Nandu doesn't seem to care about these things at all. She must do what she wants to do.

It's hard for something like this to happen to them.

Xie Nandu shook his head and said, "How can things be so difficult?"

Wei Xu smiled and said, "I remembered a sentence for no reason. Junior sister must have heard it before. Guess?"

Xie Nandu looked at him, "Senior brother is just making excuses for himself."

Wei Xu was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then slowly said, "Maybe it is."

"Except for teachers, I have never met a so-called real person, but now junior sister seems to be another one."

Wei Xu felt inexplicably emotional.

Xie Nandu said nothing.

After the ferry docked for a short time, it began to move slowly along the river. A monk began to change the talismans from the bow of the boat. Those talismans called water-breaking talismans were attached to both sides of the ferry, which could speed up the ferry a lot, even if there was no wind on the river. He also walked very fast, which was a monk's method, but the talismans consumed a lot of money, and he had to replace the talismans every time he reached a ferry, which was quite costly.

Therefore, the ferry entered the Wei River within a few days.

It is considered to be passing through Weizhou.

Xie Nandu looked at the river, was quiet for a long time, and said softly, "I want to go down and have a look."

Wei Xu thought for a moment and came to the conclusion, "He is from Weizhou, but is that really the case?"

Only a few people know the identity of Chen Chao now. Although Wei Xu is the direct son of the Wei family, it is only a guess at this moment and there is no real confirmed answer.

"unimportant."

Xie Nandu looked at Wei Xu and said very seriously, "It doesn't matter what his identity is, and it doesn't matter who is standing behind him. I know that he is the same person as me."

Listening to these words, Wei Xu remembered the conversation he had with the young man by the lake in that small world.

In fact, if it weren't for him, the young man would have really killed Song Changxi in that small world.

That's something that's bound to cause a huge disaster.

But I felt that the young man really dared to do this.

"The young man growing wildly, it's really a strange... feeling."

Wei Xu stretched out his hand, and the mist between heaven and earth condensed. Some crystal water droplets hung in the palm of his hand. They were transparent and round. They looked like pearls. It was a very strange sight.

Xie Nandu looked at the water drops, and his thoughts arose. The water drops began to change. Wei Xu glanced at Xie Nandu strangely, but did not stop him. He just watched the water drops turn into pocket water swords, hovering like this. From the palm of his hand, the sword energy overflowed, revealing its sharp edge.

Even a great monk like Wei Xu could feel the sharp sword energy contained in the water sword.

It stings slightly.

"Junior sister is really a child born to practice swordsmanship."

Wei Xu looked at Xie Nandu and said, "Actually, I don't want to become a rival with my junior sister."

Wei Xu said before that they were brothers and sisters in the academy, but outside the academy, it was different.

Xie Nandu just asked, "I wonder how many flying swords I can choose this time?"

Wei Xu said calmly, "I feel a little sorry for my junior sister. If it had been a few years earlier, maybe we could have fought for that weed."

In the eleventh year of Tianjian, the century-old sword of Jianqi Mountain has been released. The sword was named Weedao and was taken away by a young sword cultivator. If you want another good sword like this, you will have to wait for decades.

"The sword is outside

Things will eventually fall on people. "

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The ferry soon reached the lower reaches of the Weishui River and passed through a small town. It was not Tianqing County.

But Xie Nandu stood at the bow of the ship and watched for a long time.

She didn't know the name of that ordinary small town, but she had a feeling that a certain boy had lived here for many years.

She did not choose to get off the boat to take a look, but just stood on the bow of the boat, waiting for the ferry to move forward until it finally reached the end of the Weishui River and disembarked.

After changing to a carriage again, the two brothers and sisters walked for a long time and finally saw a mountain.

A mountain that looks a lot like a sword.

Wei Xu looked at the mountain filled with sword energy, smiled and said, "This is the sword energy mountain."

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Jianqi Mountain is the holy place in the hearts of sword cultivators all over the world.

This is a very strange thing, because this is not a sword sect, and there is no supreme magic method that sword cultivators can practice. There are only a group of craftsmen who live only to make swords. Maybe they are not craftsmen, but swordsmiths. .

Here are the most swords and the best swords in the world.

The sword is the foundation of a sword cultivator, so this place will become a holy place for sword cultivators in the world.

The most important place in Jianqi Mountain is called the Sword Washing Pond. Behind the Sword Washing Pond, there is a sword furnace. There are countless swordsmiths here making swords day and night, so the temperature is extremely high.

The dean stood outside the sword furnace and stood side by side with another gray-haired old man.

The old man is the master of the Sword Qi Mountain of this generation and the best swordsmith in the world.

His name is Mrs. Yang.

This name is very strange. Many people will first think that this name refers to a woman, but only a few people know his real name and don't find it strange.

"Old man, after all these years, who would have thought that one day you would leave the Capital of Gods?"

Mrs. Yang looked at the dean with some emotion.

As one of the dean's few friends, Mrs. Yang knew why the dean did not leave the divine capital so easily.

The dean smiled and said, "I walked such a long way just to see you, an old friend."

When Mrs. Yang heard this, she immediately frowned. The wrinkles on his face piled up, looking like a cracked field with criss-crossing ravines, which didn't look very nice.

"Don't be like this. Every time you, an old man, act like this, I get a little worried."

Mrs. Yang frowned and said, "The last time you, an old man, came to see me, you deceived me into taking away the broken treasure in the mountain."

The dean said of course, "What's the use of putting your flying swords in the mountains? Why not let them be put to good use? Now that they are in the hands of my disciple, they have killed countless monsters. Isn't this a good thing?"

Mrs. Yang sneered.

"Don't separate yourself from Daliang Chao so much. Whether it's a monk or I, Daliang Chao, don't we all have the same character?"

When the dean brought the disciple who was determined to practice swordsmanship to Jianqi Mountain and took away the flying sword, Master Yang actually just turned a blind eye. At least the friendship between the two was still there. of.

"Is that close disciple of yours really a good swordsman?"

Mrs. Yang was a little reluctant to believe that he had heard the name of Xie Nandu from the academy a lot these days. He believed that the girl would be a good practitioner of Taoism, but he did not want to believe that she was also a good practitioner of swordsmanship.

The dean said sternly, "Among the young people of this generation, there will never be another woman who is more suitable for practicing swordsmanship than her."

Mrs. Yang sneered and said, "Don't blame me for attacking you. The girl in the double wall of the Dao Sect is also a sword cultivator."

The dean disagreed, "This old man naturally knows that, and it is useless to talk more. When she goes up the mountain, you will know that what I said is true. Just prepare for her to take the sword and go down the mountain."

Mrs. Yang's expression was not very good. In fact, no matter whether he was willing to accept the reality or not, since the dean came from the capital of gods, he would definitely bleed.

"If there is one of my flying swords in the mountain that matches her, I can let her take one away, but you, an old man, have to accept this debt!"

Mrs. Yang was not a shy person, so she quickly made concessions.

The dean looked at Mrs. Yang with a smile, a little embarrassed to speak, "It should be... more than one."

Mrs. Yang frowned after hearing this, but didn't say anything.

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When Xie Nandu and Wei Xu went up the mountain, the dean had already left Jianqi Mountain. The dean of the academy, the leader of scholars in the world, naturally left the capital this time not just to help his closed disciple get some flying swords. So simple, he had other things to do, he wanted to go further south to meet someone.

Xie Nandu and Wei Xu were waiting in front of the mountain gate. Looking at the dense forest in front of them, Xie Nandu and Wei Xu felt a little surprised. ♦♦🆂🅷🆄🆇.🅲♦🅼

It was their first time to come to Jianqi Mountain. They found that it was very different from the mountain they imagined. It seemed very ordinary. The mountain gate was not grand. They could not even see the mountain road behind the mountain gate. It was a very ordinary bluestone. The size of the paths and stone slabs are different, and they look like they are paved with bluestones randomly found in the mountains.

Jianqi Mountain really doesn't look like the so-called holy land of sword cultivators, but more like an ordinary sect, definitely not big.

I don't know how long it took, but just as the two of them were looking around, a thin middle-aged man walked out from the depths of the jungle.

He walked along the mountain road and came to the mountain gate. He glanced at Wei Xu and said softly, "I have met Mr. Wei."

Wei Xu has now entered the realm of Wangyou. No matter what, he needs to be respected, even Jianqi Mountain is no exception.

Wei Xu nodded slightly and smiled.

This time they came up the mountain to ask for swords, so naturally they had to lower their posture.

"Is this Fellow Daoist Xie?"

The middle-aged man looked at Xie Nandu, and without waiting for Xie Nandu's reply, he praised, "It is indeed a good sword."

In the eyes of swordsmiths like them, everything in the world can actually be a sword. They are swordsmiths and have excellent vision. Especially for sword cultivators, they have extremely accurate knowledge, so he can see it at a glance. , then he knew that the Xie Nandu in front of him was an excellent sword.

Xie Nandu didn't speak, just looked at the man quietly.

Presumably this middle-aged man already knew her purpose of coming.

The middle-aged man said, "The mountain master wants to meet with Daoist Xie."

Wei Xu was slightly startled. He naturally knew that the mountain owner was the famous Madam Yang, the most powerful swordsmith in the world.

So he glanced at Xie Nandu.

Xie Nandu nodded.

"Mr. Wei, wait a moment, but in fact, since Mr. Wei is not a swordsman, it is not a big deal if he doesn't go up the mountain."

This sentence seems friendly, but it is actually very blunt.

Sword cultivators are very straight-tempered, and the swordsmiths who make swords seem to be no less generous.

Wei Xu didn't say much, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Xie Nandu followed the man towards the mountain.

Mrs. Yang was waiting for her outside the sword pool.

Xie Nandu came here, a little lost.

The scene in front of me is a huge pool. In those pools, there are countless swords standing in it. The swords are full of energy and sword intent.

This is the sword pool of Jianqi Mountain, with countless flying swords.

This will make any sword cultivator come here and be shaken.

Who could not be tempted by this pond full of flying swords?

Xie Nandu was a little silent, and then he sensed several

Dao Jianyi approached him.

Sword cultivator chooses Feijian and Feijian chooses sword cultivator, both are mutual processes.

It's like men and women, they always choose to go in both directions to have a future.

Xie Nandu frowned slightly, not liking a few of the sword intentions, so he waved his hand.

Between the sky and the earth, a slight wind blew up, blowing the sword intent as it passed by.

There's something sad about it.

That is the sadness of Feijian.

As the master of Sword Qi Mountain, Mrs. Yang, although many of the flying swords here were not made by him, he can still feel the emotions of those swords.

He felt a little strange, but soon understood.

It was just rejected. 🄲

Nothing in this world is perfect, and if you love a woman, that woman must love you.

Mrs. Yang waved and comforted these flying swords.

Then he looked at the girl over there.

Xie Nandu stood by the sword pond and looked at the flying swords.

There is no water in the sword pond, but when the sword intention stirs up, it is like spring water flowing away.

The hair of the girl standing next to the sword pool was blown by the wind, like a flower swaying in the wind.

But he is not weak, but has his own tenacity.

Between heaven and earth, the sound of swords suddenly sounded.

It's like a cicada chirping.

Now that midsummer has passed, the sound of cicadas is also the sound of autumn cicadas.

More than one.

Mrs. Yang originally had a lot to say, but after hearing the sound of the swords, she just sighed and said nothing.

It turns out that this girl is, as the dean said, very suitable for practicing swordsmanship.

It's just that when such a girl comes to Jianqi Mountain, and she agrees to the dean's affairs, how many swords will be taken away from the mountain?

Isn't this a painful thing?

Mrs. Yang's eyes had very complicated emotions.

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Wei Xu walked down the mountain with brisk steps. Being blocked from going up the mountain might be a big deal to others, but to him it was not a big deal. He was always known for being quiet in the academy, let alone I care about these little things.

He just thought that his junior sister was picking up the sword on the mountain and might have to go down the mountain at some time, so after Wei Xu went down the mountain, he just stopped at the foot of the mountain and looked around. In fact, when he went up the mountain before, he noticed that there were many blacksmith shops here.

Jianqi Mountain has the best and most flying swords in the world, but not every sword cultivator can go up that mountain and get his own flying sword. Based on this, the blacksmith shops at the foot of these mountains came into being. Among them, Swords are forged at the foot of Jianqi Mountain. They never say that they have anything to do with Jianqi Mountain, and Jianqi Mountain doesn't care about anything. But since they are forging swords here, if they say that they really have nothing to do with Jianqi Mountain, I'm afraid No one will believe it either.

Many swordsmen who have no way to go up the mountain will choose to try their luck here.

After so many years, there will naturally be some unexplained stories here.

Wei Xu was not a swordsman, so he naturally would not choose to try his luck here. The reason why he walked towards a blacksmith shop was because he saw an old book under the table of a blacksmith shop.

The ground here is a bit rough, so many people choose to use something to cushion it.

This old volume is naturally one of them.

Wei Xu came to the middle-aged blacksmith and took out the huge amount of money he had received from selling the carriage.

The blacksmith looked at him and asked, "Which sword does your guest want?"

There are naturally many swords in the blacksmith shop, but they don't look like good things, so naturally they aren't too expensive.

Wei Xu shook his head, pointed to the old book, and said, "I want this book."

After hearing this, the blacksmith looked at Wei Xu again, and then realized that the scholar in front of him was full of bookishness. In addition, what he wanted was a book instead of a sword. The blacksmith realized that he had misunderstood and said quickly, "Guest sir, sir. You don’t need so much money for a shabby book.”

Wei Xu said, "It's an only copy. It should have been written by the great scholar of the Song Dynasty in the previous dynasty. It doesn't even exist in the library of the academy. I didn't expect to see it here."

He said this very frankly. The words "solitary copy" and "academy" were enough for the blacksmith to add a lot of money to the price. He could have left it alone, then maybe he could get the book for a very small amount of money.

But he said it anyway.

The blacksmith wasn't stupid either. He just sighed and said, "It turns out to be so precious, but I always treat it as an ordinary thing."

As he spoke, he picked up the book. Because it had been pressed under the table for a long time, the book looked very worn.

He handed it to Wei Xu and said seriously, "Sir, are you from the academy?"

Wei Xu nodded and shook his head and said, "I am just a scholar, but I am indeed studying in an academy."

"Sir's teacher must be a great person."

The blacksmith sighed, "That's a good place, but it's too far away. I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to see it in my life."

He is just an ordinary blacksmith. It is very difficult to cross the mountains and ridges to get to the academy. There are too many monsters along the way. For him, he is afraid that he will die before he reaches the academy.

Wei Xu gently brushed the old book and said softly, "If you want to go, I can take you to see it."

After hearing this, the blacksmith quickly shook his head and said, "Although the academy is good, for people like us, there seems to be no reason to go."

Wei Xu smiled and nodded to show his understanding. He stopped talking, then started to flip through the book in his hand and read it seriously.

But not long after, the sound of swords came from the mountain.

One after another, endlessly.

Wei Xu raised his head. The temperature in the blacksmith shop was so high that the air was filled with heat waves. When he looked up, there seemed to be layers of waves in the air.

But that doesn't stop the gaze of a monk who forgets his worries. When he raises his head, his gaze will fall very far away.

A blacksmith was surprised and said, "Is there another swordsman who went up the mountain to get the sword?!"

After so many years of forging swords at the foot of the mountain, he naturally knew what the sound of the sword's clanging meant.

"Just why are there so many noises?!"

The blacksmiths all looked up and said in disbelief, "How many sword cultivators are here?!"

It is always a sign that the flying sword in Jianqi Mountain recognizes its master.

Whenever a flying sword is taken away from the sword washing pool, the sound of a sword will definitely sound, without exception.

Moreover, the sword sound of each flying sword is different.

At that grand gathering of sword cultivators, everyone was waiting for the century-old sword called Weed to be born. When the Weed was born, the sound of the sword spread throughout thousands of miles.

Nowadays, the sound of these swords is not that loud, but it is better to have more.

a lot of.

How many swords are there?

The swordsmiths in the mountain stopped what they were doing, and everyone looked towards the sword pool.

Of course they knew who was coming to the mountain.

It is precisely because of their knowledge that they are a little surprised at this moment.

The girl is on the mountain.

How many swords will she take with her?

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The night wind is a bit cold, even when sitting in front of the fire.

But Han Hu still looked at Chen Chao insistently and repeated again, "No matter what, this is not your business alone."

In his early years, he was a frontier soldier on the Great Wall in Mobei. He knew one truth most, that is, he could not give up his brother Pao Ze at any time, let alone let his brother Pao Ze face the dangers alone.

Chen Chao had already stood up, but felt that the aura had become much lighter, so he sat down again.

Next, in front of the fire, listening to Han Hu speak, he frowned and said, "Why should you die in vain?"

If it were before, he might not have said such things, but now, he already has some feelings for Han Hu and the other warriors.

Especially to Han Hu.

This old martial artist is a truly good man.

Chen Chao even became curious about the border army in the north through him.

It was an army that had been placed in the most important position in the Liang Dynasty for more than 200 years. Basically half of the annual taxes were placed on the northern border. Every year, countless elite soldiers were selected to go to the north. Daliang Many monks trained in the DPRK were sent to the north.

If this were not the case, there would probably not have been more than two hundred years of peace in the Liang Dynasty.

Chen Chao glanced into the distance. The eye was still in the dark, but it had become much darker.

But still there.

It's now late at night.

Chen Chao looked at the fire and said, "I used to think that all things in the world should be solved by yourself. No one will help you."

Han Hu suddenly heard such words and said angrily, "When we were in the north, we were all together and we were all brothers. How could something like this happen?"

Chen Chao thought for a while and said, "It makes sense. When I met a girl at that time, I actually changed my mind."

After hearing this, Han Hu suddenly smiled and said, "That girl is probably the girl you like."

Chen Chao did not refute, nodded and said, "She is the girl I like."

As he spoke, he missed the girl a little and made no secret of it.

Han Hu smiled and said, "Now that you have a girl you like, don't think about death easily. After all... isn't it good to be alive?"

Chen Chao thought for a while and said, "What I said makes sense."

Han Hu nodded and said, "Actually, it's the old guys like us who should die, leaving young guys like you alive. After all, in a few years, you will definitely be better than me, right?"

Chen Chao smiled and asked, "If one day we are told that one person must die to ensure that the other person survives, what should we choose?"

Han Hu didn't hesitate for long after hearing this question. The firelight illuminated his weathered face. He told Chen Chao seriously, "If one of us has to choose to die, then it must be I'll die."

Chen Chao raised his eyebrows and said with interest, "Brother, do you know what I would choose?"

Han Hu looked confused, how could he think of this young man's thoughts.

"I would say, fuck you, there is no reason to ask others to die and live on your own. Then we will fight to the death. Whoever dies in the end will be unlucky."

Hearing these words, Han Hu laughed suddenly, and then he couldn't help coughing. The sound was so loud that the fire seemed to be blown by the wind.

But after a while, the wind really picked up.

The fire was blown out by the strong wind.

A biting chill came from the forest.

Han Hu's eyes widened, and he quickly grasped the knife. Of course he knew what was going to happen now.

Chen Chao sighed, this was the worst situation, but it still happened.

He reached out and pressed the handle of the knife, and began to stroke the handle with his thumb.

The broken knife is now sharper than before.

He is also more powerful than before.

But he still didn't have much confidence in his heart at the moment.

Because he knew very well that the terrifying monster hiding in the night seemed to be above the realm of Shenzang.

He defeated Song Changxi who was in the Sea of ​​Bitterness Realm, but that didn't mean he could kill a monster in the Sea of ​​Bitterness Realm.

In the battle by the lake, Song Changxi was defeated, but it did not mean that Song Changxi was stronger than the monsters who were also in the Sea of ​​Bitter Realm.

Compared to the monsters in the same realm and the monks in the same realm, I am afraid they will be more powerful...

Han Hu took out the knife.

It was a very sharp straight knife. This kind of knife had been circulated among the frontier armies of the Liang Dynasty for more than two hundred years. Every year, craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry studied the structure of the demon clan and made a new study on this kind of knife. Improvements were made to the straight knife. Han Hu retired from the frontier army for many years, and he took this knife with him.

This knife is not the latest style in the frontier army, but it is Han Hu's old friend who has been with him for many years. It is something that cannot be discarded no matter what.

Chen Chao looked at his knife and took out his own.

In that ordinary scabbard, there would be a knife of some sort. In fact, they had always been curious about it, including Han Hu.

In the previous monster attacks, Chen Chao never drew his sword because it was not necessary.

But now this time, it may be really needed.

So Han Hu was watching Chen Chao's movements carefully, but he was a little surprised when he saw Chen Chao pull out a broken knife.

Chen Chao's broken sword was only half the size of a normal straight sword. The blade was snow-white and cold. At first glance, one could tell that it was a good sword, but it was a pity that it was broken.

A martial artist like Han Hu, apart from the daily work of stretching his muscles and bones, loved the knife in his hand most. When he saw Chen Chao's broken knife, he would naturally feel a little pity.

Chen Chao glanced at him, feeling the regret in his eyes, and said helplessly, "I also want to find a place to recast it, but that place doesn't seem to be interested in knives."

The place Chen Chao was talking about was naturally Sword Qi Mountain, which has the best flying swords in the world and the best swordsmiths.

In fact, the best swordsmiths can obviously forge things other than swords.

But how could Jianqi Mountain forge a sword?

This is something that will make people feel very ridiculous if they say it.

Chen Chao rubbed his wrist.

"Although, brother, you don't need to get involved."

As he was speaking, a black shadow finally rushed out of the night, and its scarlet eyes were particularly terrifying at the moment.

Chen Chao took a step forward, his whole body suddenly exerted force, and then he crashed towards the black shadow.

The bodies of monsters have always been extremely tough. When ordinary monks encounter monsters, they would never think of confronting them head-on at such a distance, but warriors have always been special among monks. Beating their bodies is what they do most. In this case, when it comes to the toughness of the body, it is naturally unmatched by others.

But even so, choosing to resist the monster with his body was not a good choice in Han Hu's opinion.

The invisible black shadow opened its mouth wide, and countless waves of energy surged out.

A strong wind suddenly rose.

Chen Chao held the broken knife tightly in his hand, and then bumped into it with a heavy shoulder.

A violent sound sounded.

In Han Hu's shocked eyes, the black shadow was knocked back into the dense forest.

Countless trees were smashed, and big trees fell down here.

The violent sound woke up the warriors.

But when they looked up.

Nothing could be seen clearly in the night.

Han Hu did not hesitate, holding the knife in his hand and ran towards the dense forest.

The remaining people looked at each other, but soon they each picked up the weapons in their hands and chased after him.

They may not know what happened, but seeing Han Hu rushing forward, they would follow suit.

This is trust.

Unconditional trust.

This kind of trust cannot be developed overnight. It is the result of countless battles side by side.

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Finally we ushered in Wufu’s first long chapter, which is nearly ten thousand words.

Then, tomorrow we will resume the guaranteed three chapters.