“Ah!!!” A heartbreaking scream came from the next room.
Ch Huaixu stood up from the futon with satisfaction, and imitated him in his room angrily: "Ah!"
Lao Chu, who had been tormented by this "dysmenorrhea", was now so happy that he exploded! It made his scalp numb with pleasure!
"Comfortable, comfortable." Chu Huaixu opened the door with a smile and went to Hantan.
In the small room, Xu Ziqing fell to the ground in despair, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"This technique is so torturous!"
His eyes fell on the booklet, and he suddenly realized.
"The two seniors on the first and second pages must have failed to practice! That's why they left such words!"
"This technique is too difficult and torturing. Only the third senior mastered it, so I left four characters - peerless magical technique!" Xu Ziqing gradually became enlightened and thought wildly.
It makes sense to prefer something like logic.
He has figured out that if he cannot endure the pain and then exercise for a week, then all the previous pain will be in vain.
"No wonder my senior brother told me to be mentally prepared." He once again felt his senior brother's kindness.
When Xu Ziqing thought of the death of his family members and the deep blood feud, he was living entirely for revenge at this moment.
As soon as he gritted his teeth, he began to practice again.
Chu Huaixu spent experience points to level up as soon as he started. He got started directly, and his pain threshold was raised accordingly.
Xu Ziqing has learned nothing now. His pain threshold is the same as that of ordinary people, but it is unbearable.
"Sword Refining Technique" is actually the most difficult to get started! Most of the exercises related to body training are actually like this.
The handsome young man turned the blood feud into strength. He was almost unconscious from the pain, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
Finally, he succeeded in running for a week, and immediately fell to the ground and began to breathe heavily.
"Is it...successful?" There was a smile on his face, curled up on the ground, looking a bit miserable.
Soon, this smile turned into a bitter smile, because his acupuncture point did not move at all and was still severely blocked.
How can the cultivation path of a pseudo-spiritual fetus be so easy?
“Sure enough, I think very highly of myself. I am not a cultivation genius at all.” Xu Ziqing was frustrated in his heart, and the young man’s edges were smoothed a bit by reality.
"It seems to me that I am indeed a rookie as my senior brother said." He imitated Chu Huaixu's words and laughed at himself.
With this thought, he took out the first kit from his arms.
"Senior brother said that after practicing your skills for a week, you can open the first tip bag." He was a little curious and wanted to see what kind of trick was inside?
After opening it, what came into view were four large characters, which made his pupils shrink.
On the other side, Chu Huaixu has arrived at the cold pool.
"Is it starting to feel cold?" He looked solemn.
Previously, the cold air in the cold pool was absorbed by the secret realm, and he was able to enter the bottom of the pool with his cultivation level at the Chongqiao stage.
Now, the cold has begun to grow again, leaving him less time.
"We must take advantage of the cold weather to get all the experience points in the third level!" Chu Huaixu thought to himself.
He seized the moment and jumped down.
The water-avoiding beads took effect again, but he still felt a bit cold.
And the further down you go, the stronger the coldness becomes.
If he hadn't been physically strong, he might have been a bit overwhelmed by the biting cold.
After entering the secret realm, Chu Huaixu still walked to the entrance of cave No. 7.
Hence, he quickly walked around the maze in the first level according to the [Map] function.
Soon, he passed the level directly.
At the eleventh fork in the road, Chu Huaixu knew that there was an illusion ahead.
He walked inside, and then with a thought in his mind, the small black sword that was connected to his mind trembled slightly.
In an instant, the surrounding illusion suddenly shattered, just like last time, like a mirror cracking, producing irregular cracks.
Strong light shined through the cracks, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.
When everything returned to normal, he was already standing on the open space paved with bluestone slabs.
"This is already the second time."
"I can already confirm that the illusion was broken by the [Heart Sword]!"
"It seems that there are other ways to pass this second level after seeing through the illusion."
"It's just that I destroyed it with one sword?" Chu Huaixu speculated in his mind.
He closed his eyes and carefully felt the small sword in the sea of consciousness.
It had obviously shown its power just now, but now it looked so sick again.
Chu Huaixu did not stay here for long, and directly left this open space that might still have the smell of Han Shuangjiang.
He opened the stone door and entered the third level.
Since there was no one around, he planned to take off his clothes and get stabbed in the water.
"You can't just ruin your clothes once, right?"
After jumping into the water, the development of the situation was consistent with Chu Huaixu's guess.
The suspended stone walls on the left and right began to fall, blocking the flow of water, and the underground river turned into a pool again.
The formation began to take effect, and the water jet swept over.
After being stabbed a few times, body tempering liquid flowed out of the four holes.
Chu Huaixu clearly felt that the damage caused to him by the water jet was getting smaller and smaller.
After opening one more acupoint, he has succeeded in refining his body again, and his own defense is increasing.
As for the slight pain, there is no need to mention it.
What disappointed him was that the growth rate of experience points also slowed down, and it was more than 50% slower.
"The effect of the body tempering liquid on strengthening muscles and bones is limited after all."
"I estimate that it is not far from its ultimate effect."
But no matter what, it is better than nothing.
Just swimming in the swimming pool when you have nothing to do will make you stronger. What else can you not be satisfied with?
Half an hour passed quickly. Chu Huaixu was swimming backstroke, breaststroke, etc. It was very comfortable.
He didn't take the water jet seriously at all.
When the water jet dissipated, he took a look at the harvest this time.
"It's not just cut in half, it only has 850 experience points."
“However, including the remaining ones, it’s just enough to reach level 8.” He was very content.
Chu Huaixu climbed out of the water, put on his robe, then took out the spirit plate from the storage token and placed it on the stone pillar.
He placed his palm on the soul board and the pointer turned to scale three.
The stone door opened and he entered the secret room again.
There was no system prompt in his ears, nor was he given the [Dan King Token] as a reward for clearing the dungeon again.
"It seems that the 1,000 experience point reward cannot be obtained repeatedly."
"I can't get it!" Chu Huaixu was a little disappointed again.
At present, the only option is to go back the same way and then enter the dungeon again, purely by squeezing out more experience points in the third level.
With this thought, he took action again.
Hongxiuzhao is a famous brothel in the imperial capital. I heard that it was originally the property of Huanxi Sect, a Shuangxiu sect.
It's just that now that the Huanxi Sect has been destroyed, the Red Sleeve Move has changed its owner.
Although it is still a brothel, its business style has changed.
No, there is a storyteller on the high platform in the center, telling stories eloquently.
High-end places are full of arty people.
Of course, the main thing is that this storyteller really tells the story very well and can tell the story of the spiritual world vividly.
By the time he finished speaking, there were still many people in the outer hall offering rewards.
"You're a good storyteller, but your stories are a little short every time." A guest said, still not satisfied.
"It's not short, it's not short." The storyteller smiled slightly and thanked the person who gave the reward.
After he stepped off the stage, he found a corner in the outer hall and sat down.
His work is over. A girl will dance on stage later.
The storyteller in a white robe took out a mirror from his arms, looked at it carefully, and then fiddled with two strands of dragon-bearded hair on his forehead.
He looks ordinary and short, but he looks mesmerized when he looks in the mirror.
There was also a big man sitting at the same table.
His skin is dark and rough, and his hair is a bit messy. He looks a bit like a middle-aged farmer.
The nails on the ten fingers of the big man are very ugly, just like the kind of person who likes to chew his nails. Over time, the shape of the nails has been chewed and deformed.
He looked helplessly at the storyteller who had been looking in the mirror, and couldn't help but ask:
"Little Master Uncle, it's almost time for us to set off back to the sect?"