The purple bamboo forest is located 30 miles southeast of Nuwa City. Of course, this is not the place where Guanyin Bodhisattva lives in mythology. The monsters here are very loose, with levels between 33 and 40, so few teams come here to level up. Only some mavericks like Fatty will come here, and it can also be said that this is a paradise for mavericks.

The purple bamboos stood upright on the ground like frost. The purple bamboo poles and green bamboo leaves shone together, which was very unique. A breeze blew, and the bamboo leaves whirlpools whirlpools whirlpools, giving people a scent of "the wind is whistling, the water is cold".

The fat man walked into the bamboo forest with a knife. Today he was not here to kill monsters, but mainly for the seventh sword that he could not crack! He will perform a mission tomorrow. He will understand this sword earlier and have more ways to save his life. What's more, he also needs to rely on this sword to improve his footwork, which is the most important thing in the fat man's eyes.

There was no one around, only the breeze accompanied by the falling leaves. The fat man closed his eyes and recalled every move he had when he fought against the leader of the horse thief. The bamboo leaves blew up and fell on the fat man's face. The fat man stood there without hearing it for a long time without moving.

"Wow!" A strong wind blew, rolling up the fallen leaves all over the sky and flying. The fat man suddenly opened his eyes, and his momentum changed. All the fallen leaves flying in front of him turned into flying knives that were chopping at him.

Concentrating and calming, there was no room for a moment! The fat man's hand holding the knife began to tremble slightly, and a "Crash! Crash!" sound made a sound from the saber. In an instant! The fat man moved, and the saber swung continuously, tracing one strange arc after another, leaving six white sword shadows in the air at the same time!

The knife stopped, and the fat man stopped, his face was a little pale and ugly, and he barely supported his body with the knife. "Puff!" He actually spitted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, splashing more than half a meter away.

"What's wrong with me!" The fat man shook his head in confusion, seeing that his blood volume had dropped by more than half. Looking at the bamboo leaves that fell on the ground and cut them from the middle, the fat man carefully recalled the trend of each knife just now, and was a little dazed. "What happened just now! That feeling... how could he not remember?" No matter how the fat man scratched his head, he just couldn't remember what was going on. He only remembered that he came to the bamboo forest to practice swords, and then he couldn't remember anything.

It seems that he accidentally used a very sharp sword technique. Each sword was extremely fast and had a tricky angle. Judging from the movement steps and the traces of bamboo leaves being cut off, it should be his seven sword techniques. But unfortunately, from his footsteps, it can be seen that he still did not cut the dazzling seventh sword unconsciously. Perhaps it was because he did not complete the sword technique, and his body was not smooth for a while. In the words of martial arts novels, he would spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood volume suddenly dropped by half.

If such a thing happens, the fat man dares not practice blindly. If he does it again, wouldn’t he die? In fact, the fat man has no idea what luck he has left today. He may not have encountered the “entry and enlightenment” that a martial artist may not have encountered once in a hundred years. He even imagined that he would do it again again. It was really a daydream!

The purple bamboo brown bear, a level 38 monster, and the fat man started to kill the black bear. It was so much stronger. Not only did it improve the level a lot, but it also had thick skin and thick flesh, high blood, and high defense, and did not move slowly. The attack power was not clear yet, but after seeing that it broke a bamboo with one claw, the fat man probably wouldn't be missing!

How could such a powerful monster be only at level 38? Is there something wrong with the system? Although the fat man was very depressed, why is this brown bear so powerful, this cannot be an excuse for the fat man to be lazy. After more than ten minutes, the brown bear turned into a ball of white light with a sound, leaving only a bear skin on the ground.

This purple bamboo forest is very large, but there are very few people. Along the way, I only saw four or five people leveling up. The empty bamboo forest makes people feel a little inexplicably afraid.

After walking around for more than half an hour, a shocking roar suddenly came not far ahead, and the birds were startled. Then a burst of "crackling" came, and the tall purple bamboos began to fall down in pieces!

"No, it's another BOOS!" The fat man was speechless. He seemed to be particularly destined to be with these BOOSes. Others tried their best to do anything, but they were sent to him one by one as if they didn't have money!

Carefully stumble over and drink! What a big brown bear! Like the King of Kings in the movie, traveling through the dense bamboo forest. At this time, the brown bear king was chasing a thin figure in front of him, looking like a female thief, with very light and flexible movements. The fat man also wanted to help, but when he saw the calm expression on the face of the female thief in front and the smile he smiled when he came back from time to time to measure the distance between the Brown Bear King, the fat man knew that the female thief was prepared, at least he didn't need anyone to help.

The fat man's inference was indeed correct. When he approached a relatively thick bamboo, the female thief jumped lightly and stood lightly on the top of the bamboo. A naughty smile appeared in the corner of his mouth. Looking at the Bear King not far away, he took out a knife. A white light from "swish!" cut off a hemp rope in an inconspicuous place. Then the overwhelming broken bamboo shot at the Bear King, which was no less dense than the last clip in "Hero".

While the fat man was shocked with the powerful visual effect in front of him, he was constantly making moves up and down, left and right, for fear that the female thief would have had some mechanism trap under his feet.

At this time, the huge body of the Bear King became his most fatal weakness. Nearly 70% of the broken bamboos were shot, and one of them shot through its left eye. There were countless mouths, and the blood flowed not only on the black fur on his body was dyed red. It was said that the injured beast was the most dangerous beast. The Bear King roared in anger and shook violently twice in a row. The broken bamboo on his body fell down and blood flowed like a stream.

When the last broken bamboo was left inserted into the left eye, the bear king stood up straight, and his two thick front paws hugged the bamboo without hesitation, and the fat man's heart trembled. The blood-faced bear king slowly walked towards the female thief step by step. The already fierce face was even more terrifying and terrifying against the backdrop of blood!

The female thief stood on the bamboo and was shocked by the momentum of the bear king. She felt a little weak. From this perspective of the fat man, she could clearly see that her feet were trembling slightly at this moment.

The female thief turned over and landed steadily, and ran a few steps to the right. The Bear King roared and turned around and rushed over. A black shadow covered the sky above. The female thief flashed behind a piece of bamboo in panic. The dagger in his hand slashed in the dark again. The three thick bamboos that were bent into a "bow" shape instantly lost their bonds, and roared on the Bear King's huge body.

"Touch!" "Touch!" "Touch!"

With three muffled sounds, the Bear King was thrust three times to the left and staggered three times. He fell into a huge pit that had been disguised.

The female thief's heart finally fell to the ground, and a look of relief appeared on her face. Then she waved her hand again, and a barbed lid was exposed from the pit, hitting the bear king who wanted to lift it up again, completely cutting off its life. Finally, the female thief sat leisurely on the bamboo, holding a short crossbow and shooting arrows into the pit. The series of injuries floated up, and the bear king could only roar in a hurry.

Soon, the blood volume of the Bear King was less than one-tenth. While the Bear King's body was trembling, it was covered with a layer of yellow halo. A large part of the arrows shot by the female thief were blocked back, and even the damage caused by the shooting was much smaller. The fat man looked at him and shook his head. He knew that the Bear King was dead. While admiring the female thief's skillful methods, the fat man also fell into deep thoughts, especially the scene of using three bamboos to beat the Bear King into the pit, which kept echoing in his mind.

"Use the power of bamboo rebound! Maybe this is the secret of the seventh sword. The two accelerations transform into a sudden rebound, with a large force and a fast speed... Maybe I've been making mistakes all the time!"

While the fat man was still thinking about the sword technique, the bear king finally let out the most aggrieved voice. The female thief jumped into the pit and picked up the falling items. After coming up, he looked proudly in the direction where the fat man was. After making a naughty face, he walked away with a smile!

"So she saw me!" The fat man looked at the disappearing figure of the female thief, said to himself and turned his gaze to the surrounding bamboos.

He tentatively bent a bamboo and suddenly sent it away. After several times, the fat man finally found some feelings. He did it as soon as he said that, and the fat man pulled out the formation and danced and waved the saber on the spot. One, two, three, four, five, six, accelerated rotation and rebounded, and a white light passed by, "plop"...

After a long time, the fat man slowly rubbed his belly and limped up: "It hurts so much!..."

After getting off the game, my stomach started to croak. When I saw that the watch was already 7:15. I hurriedly got up and put on my clothes and washed my face. When I was about to make something to eat, I suddenly found a bag of things on the table.

The fat man opened the bag and found a tray of small buns and a bowl of peeled egg porridge. Then he looked at the white paper next to the bag, with only two simple words on it: Thank you!

The fat man glanced at Fang Yu's tightly closed door and curled his lips: "I'm still a little conscience at all." He grabbed a small bun and stuffed it into his mouth in one bite, and said vaguely: "It's oily (beef) and soft (meat)!"

Suddenly the fat man found a line of small words written at the bottom of the paper. Curiously, the fat man picked it up again.

"A fat man eats so much, be careful to choke to death!"

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At 7:40, the fat man left the house. He almost choked to death by Fang Yu, and his face was pale and ugly.

As soon as he entered the store, swallow's big mouth yelled loudly: "Xiaohua is here, have you eaten? If you don't eat, someone will feel distressed!"

The fat man really had no choice but to beat Gu Chunyan, and he couldn't beat him or scold him. He could only accept it. If you want to blame him, he would blame his bad life!

"What's wrong with you? Your face looks ugly! Are you sick?" Cheng Jiaozi jogged all the way, and his little hands were about to wipe the fat man's forehead.

"Well! Well! It's already dawn, and there are still people here!" The store door was pushed open again, and Wang Xiaomei walked in deliberately with big strides, and her eyes drifted around the two of them from time to time: "I said fat man, do you want me to change Jiaozi and let you two be on duty together?"

Fatty and Cheng Jiaozi both had red faces. Before they could refute, they heard Gu Chunyan, who was afraid of the world's chaos, shouting: "What's the point of being on duty? Fatty, let me change it with you. The two of them were watching each other at night, and there were not many people in our small shop at night. It would be so convenient to do something!"

The two of them started a big discussion. Even though the fat man was still strong, he didn't get into the cracks in the ground. If he didn't do it, he would be miserable. His face was flushed and he was about to drip.

After teasing for half an hour, Cheng Jiaozi turned around and repeatedly told the fat man to be careful and to have breakfast... to leave.

"Hey! Fatty doesn't see it. You really have a skill. In just a few days, we have fascinated our little beauties like this!" As soon as Cheng Jiaozi and Gu Chunyan left, Wang Xiaomei came up and flipped the fat man three times but couldn't see anything surprisingly attractive.

The fat man thought of Cheng Jiaozi's tenderness, and his mind was refreshed, and he returned to that somewhat erotic night.

"No... don't talk nonsense, we are just ordinary friends..." The fat man hesitated a little. "Oh! Ordinary friends!" Wang Xiaomei also knew that she couldn't ask anything from the fat man, so she shook it for a while and went to sort out the goods!

After a day passed, nothing happened. When the shift was handed over at night, Fatty and Cheng Jiaozi were inevitably teased again.

When he got home, the fat man prepared the meal as soon as possible. Just when he was about to ask Fang Yu to come out to eat together, a scene in the morning suddenly happened. The fat man, who was a little angry, simply put all the food on the table. As for when Fang Yu came out to eat, he couldn't care so much!

Enter the game...

In the purple bamboo forest, the fat man was still practicing his sword technique. It was much better than once, at least he would not fall out again. After practicing for a while, the fat man was a little tired and sat on the ground to think about how he could avoid this last knife.

The fat man imagined a scene in his mind. One of himself was using the seven-way sword technique, while the other himself was trying to dodge. The first six swords were easy to deal with, but the fat man changed seven or eight methods in succession with the last sword. Even the donkey rolled around, but he still couldn't avoid it.

The fat man was a little depressed, and fell to the ground, spread his limbs and his eyes were empty, looking at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking. Suddenly a meteor crossed the sky...

"How can there be meteors in broad daylight? Really." The fat man muttered, and suddenly stood up and thoughtfully said: "Meteor! Trajectory!"

Yes! The knife moves and will not stay at the same point, so there will be a gap on its moving trajectory, which is just a matter of time. Just seize the opportunity to hide in the gap on its trajectory? But how can you judge the moving trajectory and hide in the gap at the moving trajectory at an excellent time? One problem was solved, but more problems were brought in. The fat man's head was almost blown up!

In order to find a solution as soon as possible, the fat man could only use the knife technique over and over again to study every movement trajectory when swinging the knife. He did not study the method of avoiding it for a day. The knife technique was purely a lot, and he finally gained some results.
Chapter completed!