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Chapter 348 Sword Intent Grass

"Hiss..." Zhu Cheng felt a splitting pain.It's like a knife slashing open your skin. At first it was just a slight sting, but as Zhu Cheng continued to climb up, the pain also deepened.

Zhu Cheng frowned as he looked at the endless Jianfeng, it was so painful, how long will it take to find my sword?

Zhu Cheng said that if this continues, he will not be able to hold on.

"Cuckoo..." Zhu Cheng's stomach began to growl violently.Forget it, he hasn't eaten for almost a day, and now his chest is stuck to his back with hunger.

Zhu Cheng placed the lamp in a pothole, and then reached into his arms to take it out.In the morning, the remaining piece of jerky was put into his arms.

"Huh? Huh?" Zhu Cheng's hand went deeper and deeper, and even scanned left and right, but he couldn't find the jerky.

"Googoo..." My stomach growled as if it knew the result, expressing strong protest.

The piece of jerky that Zhu Cheng planted on Jianfeng before fell out, and now he doesn't know where it went.

"Ah, hungry." Zhu Cheng put on a bitter face, stroking his stomach to comfort it.Where can he find food for this bare sword peak, he can't eat the sword to fill his stomach.

Even if Zhu Cheng has such a good tooth and mouth sword, he will not agree, they are all psychic.

"Hey!" Because of hunger, Zhu Cheng felt a sense of urgency, and wanted to find his own sword as soon as possible, so he drew it as soon as he saw it.

He didn't use brute force, and if he couldn't pull it out, he gave up and changed to another one. Anyway, at his height, swords were everywhere.

"Huh—" Just as Zhu Cheng drew his sword, a gust of wind blew from top to bottom. The wind was not as soft as a spring breeze, but as violent as a tornado.

This is the unique style of Jianfeng called "Jianfeng", which is a way to vent the strong sword intent, and it is also a major means of tempering the sword.

"Ah!" The wind blew Zhu Cheng down in an instant, and he fell down, the lamp in his hand fell, and it hit the rocks and the hilt of the sword with a 'ding ding ding' sound.

"Hey!" Seeing the lamp falling, Zhu Cheng panicked and wanted to reach out to grab it.But now his body doesn't listen to him, and he keeps falling down. It's not a question of whether he will fall into meat paste, and where can he hold the lamp.

"Hey!" This shout belonged to Chen Yufeng and a group of Shushan disciples.If such a good seedling just fell down and died like this, they would be so heartbroken, and they would definitely not be able to sleep peacefully in the future.

"Ding ding ding..." The lamp didn't fall completely, and got stuck between the two swords.When the wind blows, it just swings happily in it, like swinging on a swing.

"Hey!" Zhu Cheng grabbed a sword hilt without any risk because of his hands and feet, and didn't fall off the peak to be smashed into meat sauce.

"Hiss—" The rest of the life after the catastrophe did not make Zhu Cheng feel lucky, but it was burning pain.

Just now when he was blown by the sword wind, and then scratched on the sword peak, there were many small wounds on his body, although the blood flow was not continuous, it was still painful.

Zhu Cheng didn't reach out to rub it, but looked at the lamp stuck between the two swords, and tried his best to reach out.

"Kacha" With a sound of rubbing, Zhu Cheng finally took down his baby lamp.

"Huh?" There was a piece of grass stuck to the lamp.

The grass is very thin and small, but the blades are as straight as sharp swords, with sharp edges like wild rice leaves.

"Cuckoo..." Seeing this grass, Zhu Cheng cried out in disappointment.

"Hey..." Zhu Cheng opened his mouth and swallowed the grass without saying a word. He has eaten a lot of grass in the past month because of his invulnerable physique.

"No!"

"It's over!"

"Hurry up and save people!"

Seeing the scene of Zhu Cheng eating grass, the Shushan disciples exploded, and even Chen Yufeng, the head teacher, stood there dumbfounded.

He never expected that the genius of the day would end up with a gut-piercing and miserable end.

Why are all the monks like this?
Just because the grass is not ordinary.If you think about it carefully, how can ordinary grass grow in Jianfeng Mountain, which contains a strong sword intent? Even if it is the most common weed at the beginning, it will inevitably undergo transformation after being baptized by the sword intent.

Sword Intent Grass is a metamorphosed spiritual grass, despite its plain appearance, it contains sword intent and killing spirit inside. It is a unique spiritual grass in Shu Mountain, and can only be found on Jianfeng Peak.

The sword intent grass is full of sword intent, so it is of great benefit to sword cultivators like Shushan, but because it also has the killing spirit in it, it cannot be swallowed directly.

If you swallow it hastily, the murderous aura inside it will explode, attacking the body from the inside out, and those who have not practiced like Zhu Cheng will surely die from intestinal rot.

Shushan disciples generally use Sword Intent Grass as the main medicine, and then mix it with other herbs to neutralize the killing spirit in it to make pills and swallow them, so as to cultivate their own Sword Intent and improve their cultivation.

"Ah!" Zhu Cheng wailed incessantly, feeling as if his internal organs were burning, his heart felt like a knife was being twisted, like a mischievous ghost slashing wildly in his viscera.

The severe pain made Zhu Cheng sweat profusely, as if he had walked through the water all over his clothes.

"No, I'll find a place to rest." Zhu Cheng thought.It was so painful that he felt like he couldn't hold it anymore.

Fortunately, Zhu Cheng is a fool, and there is a small cave not far away, which can accommodate him alone.

"Whoosh..." Zhu Cheng endured the severe pain and quickly climbed into the small cave, then leaned against the mountain wall, clutching his stomach and curled up into a ball.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Zhu Cheng screamed again and again, he could clearly feel that his internal organs were being tortured, especially his stomach was being tortured with constant cramps, like an eel was scurrying around in his stomach.

Beads of sweat kept coming out of Zhu Cheng's body, and after a while, a small puddle of water accumulated on the ground in front of him, enough to imagine how much pain Zhu Cheng was enduring.

But even with such pain, Zhu Cheng still didn't put down the lamp in his hand.Zhu Cheng took the lamp very seriously. He thought he was going to die, so he would not let go of the lamp and let it walk with him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Seeing that Zhu Cheng was in danger, a group of Shushan disciples could not sit still, they rushed to Jianfeng with flying swords one after another, forcibly broke through the blockade of sword intent, and dozens of powerful people blocked the cave.

"Huhuhu..." This was Zhu Cheng's snoring.He fainted from the pain, and now he fell asleep peacefully, snoring like thunder.

Feeling some thorns on his face, he stretched out his hand to scratch.

"This..." Seeing Zhu Cheng who had fallen asleep, the Shushan disciples were completely stunned.

how can that be!

Even if he wasn't tortured by the Sword Intent Grass, Zhu Cheng would definitely be dying at this time. How could he make such a healthy purring sound?
"Okay, let's all step back." Chen Yufeng's voice sounded behind a group of Shushan disciples.

"According to the sect's rules, outsiders are not allowed to interfere when asking about swords. Everyone retreat first, I wish you nothing." Chen Yufeng reassured all the disciples.

The disciples of Shushan scanned Zhu Cheng back and forth with their spiritual senses, and came up with a shocking answer - Zhu Cheng is fine, it's simply not too good.

For some reason, after swallowing the Sword Intent Grass, Zhu Cheng not only didn't die from gut piercing, but was a blessing in disguise: his body became stronger after being tempered by the Sword Intent Grass, which is equivalent to directly performing the process of "washing the marrow and cutting hair". Road foundation process.

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Chen Yufeng was the last to leave, his eyes paused for a second longer on Zhu Cheng's precious lamp, and he thought, "What kind of treasure is this?"

Since Chen Yufeng was the last to set off to Jianfeng, he was the last to finish the round light technique, and he saw a scene that all the disciples of Shushan had never seen before.

　It’s 80 words, I’m very shameless, asking for a monthly ticket, asking for a recommendation, asking for a reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)