"Look at how soft your sword is? When men encounter such a thing, they should not be anxious. They should exercise more, take a shower alternately with hot and cold water, and maintain a good mood, so that they can regain their strength."

Xiao Ran responded weakly.

"You go away..."

This time, not only Chu Yan, but even Ling Zhouyue, who was taking a bath in the hot spring cliff, found that Xiao Ran had already cut the sword for three hours.

This sword technique has no effect in practicing swords, and it seems to be just a simple catharsis.

Is it because it’s too nervous to approach the Tianjiao Conference?

Or is my card skills soaring, and I'm pushing him too tight?

Maybe it's just excreting pressure...

After all, it's a man.

Second half of the night.

Xiao Ran waved his sword thousands of times, but he still resisted the urge to take drugs or spirit stones, allowing the sea of ​​energy to dry up, so that he could drive the bones of the blood moon and launch a critical strike.

It is also possible to drain yourself with one sword, activate the life-saving blood pack, and resurrect the full blood.

The sword energy he waved from the beginning ten feet to the wind, and soon to the windless three feet, and finally, the wind was about to scatter on his feet...

Chu Yan turned her head and looked out the window, almost moved by Xiao Ran. She was embarrassed to weave cloth and sew clothes again, and even had the urge to go out and wave the sword with Xiao Ran.

Ling Zhouyue counted Xiao Ran's sword swing in the hot spring, and fell asleep like counting sheep.

At dawn.

Xiao Ran waved his sword for the first ten thousand times.

After swinging the sword, his whole body aches and he fell to the ground.

With a clang, the sword fell beside him.

He really has nothing...

Sudden!

A sword energy slashed out like an explosion, and the vast sword energy ignited a huge wave and spread instantly.

Just a moment later.

Chaoxia Peak, eighteen miles away to the east, was cut in half by the sword energy, and the top of the mountain fell, shaking the entire door.

Ling Zhouyue's sleeping suddenly flashed and appeared on the edge of Jianping Cliff.

She frowned, wrapped in a bath towel, and stepped on Xiao Ran’s chest barefoot.

The face was as pale as the moon, and the pelvis could not stop being frightened slightly. The dripping blood slid down the base of the legs and dripped on Xiao Ran’s chest.
Chapter completed!