Sword bones can be dug out. If another person is fused into his body, that person will also have sword bones, which will have no impact on his future understanding of swordsmanship.

The only difference is that one is born and the other is acquired.

Yun Xuanlin was really harsh. Because he took a fancy to Du Xinyi's sword bones, he took ruthless actions to kill Du Zhong and his wife. Then he cut open the original owner's back and dug out the sword bones alive.

Finally, the original owner was thrown under the high cliff.

Thinking about what happened just now, Jiang Chan was filled with righteous indignation. It was because Yun Xuanlin was strong and Du Zhong’s family was all mortals, so should they be bullied by Yun Xuanlin like this?

Although the strong prey on the weak in the world of immortal cultivation, Du Zhong's family is just mortals, so it is undoubtedly wrong for Yun Xuanlin to do this. But for a master like Yun Xuanlin, perhaps only his own strength is everything.

As long as his strength is not as good as him, what does all the principles and laws in the world have to do with him, and why should he abide by it? Jiang Chan admits that cultivating the immortal world is indeed the prey of the weak, but people must have a minimum moral bottom line, right? Otherwise, what is the difference between them and wild animals?

Now that the Du family can't go back, Du Zhong and his wife have passed away, and she has fallen to the bottom of the cliff, it is still a question whether she can go out. In addition, she has thin arms and legs and has no cultivation. The most urgent task is to survive.

It was noon when the original owner's family met Yun Xuanlin. Jiang Chan looked at the sky, and it was dark under the cliff. Although it was not that they could not see their five fingers, the visibility was also very low.

She stood up hard, Jiang Chan was about to explore the environment at the bottom of the cliff. She wanted to settle down at the bottom of the cliff, otherwise in this place with a large temperature difference between day and night, all she could wait for was a dead end.

Du Xinyi's body is only six years old and is still a little bean. In her previous life, she fell into the cold pond and practiced to the Golden Elixir stage. It can be seen how desperate she is. Jiang Chan doesn't want to be compared by herself.

Now there is a wound about a foot long on Jiang Chan's back, which is deep and visible to the bones. The wounds on her arms and legs were all cut on the cliffs when she was holding vines, and now they have almost stopped bleeding.

The injury was not serious, but it was not fatal, but Jiang Chan knew that if she didn't find a place to rest, it would be difficult for her to live here after the night.

What made Jiang Chan most glad that in this world, the supernatural power of plant whispers given by Fiona could still be used. Jiang Chan put his hand on a big tree that two people wanted to hug each other, and stayed for a long time before moving away.

Then Jiang Chan walked slowly towards the depths of the bottom of the cliff with a branch...

During Xiao Jin's life, Jiang Chan was always in the Sword Sect. Although the Sword Sect mainly focused on sword cultivation, there were other peaks, such as Dharma cultivation, alchemy cultivation, array cultivation, talisman cultivation, etc.

But they are usually hidden under the light of the sword cultivator and are not that famous. In fact, in Jiang Chan's eyes, they all have their own unique features.

When she was in the Sword Sect, she had a lot of dealing with Mo Yu and those monks. She also knew a lot of cultivation tips, and she could say that she didn't have to worry about cultivation.

But the original owner's wish is to become a sword cultivator. In addition to seeking revenge on Yun Xuanlin, she also has to step on Yun Xuanlin's grandson Yun Linghai. What she wants to prove is that even if her sword bones are dug out, Yun Linghai is still not as good as her in the sword path!

Sword Cultivator, Jiang Chan sighed. When it comes to Sword Cultivator, Feng Qiwu was the one who impressed her the most. The one she had ever seen was the person she was the most cruel to her. She waved her sword thirty thousand times a day and never stopped.

Even if she ascended later, she never gave up swinging her sword every day, which shows her perseverance and determination.

Perhaps because of the cold pond, the living creatures that exist under the cliff are pitiful. Jiang Chan has lived purely on these wild fruits these days, and as for the meat and fish, there is no one.

During the day, Jiang Chan explores the bottom of the cliff, and at night, she practices at the bottom of the cliff. The original owner's qualifications are quite good. He successfully draws qi into his body in less than two days. According to the light spots in the air captured, the original owner is born with a golden spirit root.

I guess the spiritual root value is not low. Otherwise, if the original owner was so miserable in his previous life, why would he finally reach the Golden Pill stage? It’s a pity that God jealous of talent, which made the original owner meet the despicable villain Yun Xuanlin.

After urging the qi into the body, Jiang Chan's life at the bottom of the cliff became much better. At least after she started practicing, she could fast and her food demand was much less.

At the bottom of the cliff, she had nothing and had to do everything by herself. After cutting three pieces of wood in a row, Jiang Chan made a small wooden sword and began her entry into her swordsmanship.

After the daily horizontal and vertical chopping basic sword technique, Jiang Chan was so tired that she couldn't even lift her fingers. But she couldn't give up, and she had to use this cold pond to refine her body.

Fortunately, the original owner was still young at this time and had a flexible body. If he were bigger, he would suffer even more.

Although she was alone and had no living creature around her, Jiang Chan arranged her life in full bloom. She was like a cultivator, either practicing or practicing every day.

As her cultivation level improved, she slept less and less, and her practice was much more effective than sleeping. In less than three years, Jiang Chan rushed to the seventh level of Qi Refining, and she was just nine years old at this time.

In the early morning, when she woke up from her meditation, Jiang Chan looked up at the misty sky and inferred that it was almost winter. She had lived at the bottom of the cliff for three years and was particularly familiar with it.

Perhaps because she is not the darling of the Heavenly Dao, even if she falls to the bottom of the cliff, she searches the bottom of the cliff, and she does not surprisingly encounter any secrets or spiritual beasts that recognize the master.

After stretching her muscles and bones, she moved her legs and feet that were slightly stiff all night, Jiang Chan took the wooden sword and began to swing the sword day after day. As time went by, her sweat became more and more, but Jiang Chan didn't realize that the speed of swinging the sword did not slow down, and she always maintained this frequency.

When she reached the 29,000th stroke, the wooden sword suddenly broke. Jiang Chan frowned. As her cultivation level improved, the wooden sword became more and more durable. She could have been used for a year and a half, but now she will be replaced in two or three days.

He called out the spare wooden sword next to him, and Jiang Chan continued to wave the sword.

After swinging the sword, he was tortured. Jiang Chan bent himself like a twisted flower by the cold pond and into various flexible postures. The degree of self-abuse makes people feel tooth-ache when they see the ground.

After the bodywork was finished, Jiang Chan lay in sweat by the cold pool, staring at Hantan for some reason. After pausing for a quarter of an hour, Jiang Chan sat up cross-legged.
Chapter completed!