Bu Chen's mind was filled with the surging sound of Jianchuan.

His eyes looked straight ahead, but he could not see the houses, the streets of the ancient city, or the passers-by. His eyes seemed to have transcended the space and looked directly at the Jianchuan River several miles away.

He no longer remembered how many times he had seen the river and how many days and nights had passed by listening to the sound of waves.

But never once, the waves in front of you were so distinct.

The next moment, he seemed to be in the endless waves and was washed by the endless river.

The streets under his feet seemed to have turned into mud and sand at the bottom of the river, soft and muddy, and could not be mixed, which forced him to sit on his horse and stabilize the lower plate. The iron broom in his hand rowed like a boat oar, trying his best to offset the stamping of the river.

This is the feeling of practicing "The Stunning Sword Technique".

For Bu Chen, this feels too familiar. He has experienced it countless times in the past years. Many times, he will even jump directly into the real river to understand the mystery.

The gangs who run boats all have several similar martial arts inheritances, with titles such as storm, stomping waves, swimming fish, and turning rivers. The "Tao Lan Palm" by the Hengjiang Gang is one of them.

These martial arts are very skilled, but they are the easiest inheritance that shipping gangs can understand.

No one is more familiar with the characteristics of waves than them.

The same is true for Bu Chen.

However, with his sharpness and straightforward character, he finally simplified the "Jing Tao Sword Technique" and integrated it into several powerful and unparalleled killing methods, focusing on momentum, and often taking the lead in the face of the enemy, with one sword and two pieces.

So, he got the nickname "Broken Wave Sword".

The nickname is intended to indicate that Bu Chen's full force will have to be divided into a point for the continuous river.

Zheng Meng, the master of sword casting in Jiuhuanshan, even after seeing his sword skills, tailored a top-grade sword for him - Fen Tao.

This extended single sword, combined with Zheng Meng's guidance, made Bu Chen feel that his martial arts realm has taken another big step, and it won't take long to enter the blood exchange realm.

Therefore, although Zheng Meng's guidance to him was for the transaction between Huweitang and the Dongsha Gang, Bu Chen was still sincerely grateful to Master Zheng! He swept the floor for a year for Master Zheng's bet, and he had no complaints.

But now, he forgot all Zheng Meng's guidance and the sword around his waist.

He was completely immersed in the graceful realm of martial arts practice.

"Wow—"

The iron broom swept across the bluestone road with its strong energy, stirring up a piece of sand, soil and gravel.

Bu Chen felt the resistance of the sand and stones from the tip of the broom and the rustling vibration from the broom pole, but Yan Li's two operas echoed in his spirit:

The terrifying waves are twirling, and the wind is swaying and lingering.

He has been sailing for many years, but he has seen many winds and rains or waves.

The dark river water rolled up the white waves connecting the sky in the storm. A wave can overturn the big ship and shoot the small boat into pieces!

Once upon a time, he believed that this was the power of the storm, and his sword skills were also derived from this.

But now, the "oat" in his hand fiddled with the waves, and the waves in the distant space and time echoed in his ears, but he had a completely different state of mind.

Thinking about the stormy waves and storms, many gangs and sailors are dominating in the wind and rain, shouting, and fighting against the wind and waves with all means. What about the real masters? What about those innate masters?

They will stand calmly at the bow of the boat, calmly, and look into the distance. No matter how wind and waves, they cannot stop their eyes; no matter how wild the tide is, they can easily relax and walk on a flat river!

Isn’t that stormy waves a melodious and melodious?

Isn’t that wind, clouds, thunderstorm a song of pipa, lingering and sad?

"Huh--"

Bu Chen's strength was getting heavier, but the sound made by the iron broom gradually became lighter, as if it had changed from a storm to a willow spring breeze.

He himself had no idea about this, but he just followed the feeling and the magical guidance of the broom, and kept sweeping down.

Think about it carefully, how arrogant the name of "Broken Wave Sword" is? The continuous waves are endless throughout the ages. How could it be broken by a slight martial artist who can swing a knife? But I was so contented that I couldn't help but incorporate my strong and fierce aura into the sword technique. I saw the stormy waves of wind and rain across the sky, and the gentle and lingering wind and sunny days!

So stupid!

As his mood changed, Bu Chen had greater strength at hand. The iron broom struck the ground, but he could hardly hear any sound. Only a layer of continuous energy spread out, sweeping away the dust, like waves.

Before he knew it, Bu Chen, who was concentrating on his mind, actually had two black nosebleeds.

Buchen sweeping the streets was originally a big news, attracting a lot of people to watch.

There were also many people from the Dongsha Gang. Of course, they were not embarrassed to come to see Bu Chen, but were afraid that their senior brother would be made difficult and bullied - that was the entire Dongsha Gang who would be embarrassed.

They watched Bu Chen holding an iron broom in his hand and began to sweep the streets. The force he used was getting stronger and stronger. Finally, they even sat down on the horse and waved it with all their might.

This is not a sweeping floor, it is clearly a practice of martial arts!

The Dongsha Gang all admired their senior brother: Look at our Senior Brother Bu, we have always forgotten to improve our cultivation. In this way, we not only don’t care about it, but also work hard to practice martial arts. This is amazing!

Their satisfaction, before a quarter of an hour passed, sharp-eyed gang members discovered: "Hey~~ Look, why did Senior Brother Bu get bleeding from his nose? Or is it black?"

"Let me see...oh, isn't it? What happened..."

"It's not poisoning..."

“It’s really like…”

"It seems that Brother Bu himself didn't notice..."

"What are you talking about? Go and tell your senior brother!"

Just as several Dongsha Gang members were talking and were about to run over to slap Bu Chen, a burly figure rushed to the front of the people, waved their big hands like puffing, and stopped them.

It is Duan Heihu, the leader of Fenghuo.

"Don't move!" Duan Heihu lowered his throat and shouted, "This kid is changing blood, so you can't disturb him!"

Duan Heihu himself is a master of blood exchange, and his reputation as chivalrous is well-known, and his words are quite credible.

What's more, in front of everyone's eyes, Bu Chen was poisoned in front of Fenghuo Forging, and Duan Heihu was the first to be responsible!

When the Dongsha Gang heard this, everyone stopped, stretched their necks one by one, staring at Bu Chen intently.

Bu Chen seemed to have no idea, and many eyes were staring at him. The amplitude of his waving the broom became larger and stronger, and his strength became heavier. Finally, he completely forgot to sweep the floor, and even used the iron broom as a knife and danced freely.

His whole body's strength has also been improved to the limit, and his surging energy swept out through all sides of the iron broom, as if it was causing a storm of energy on the streets of Shizhang City.

Slowly, fine blood beads oozed out of his skin, crystal clear and red in the morning sun.

All the onlookers understand that this is really a blood change.

The blood beads on Bu Chen's skin were getting more and more, and even the front, chest and back of the top were glued to his body; the exposed part dried up into a black hard shell in the morning breeze and the turbulent waves.

The whole process lasted for a quarter of an hour until Bu Chen practiced the complete set of "Shocking Sword Techniques", and finally stopped the iron broom and stood on the spot.

At this time, he realized what was going on with his body. Before he could speak, he felt his abdomen swelling. He suddenly opened his mouth and vomited a large mouthful of black blood with a "wow".

After spitting out blood, Bu Chen immediately felt that his body was even lighter. He didn't care about anything else, so he quickly took two steps forward and bowed to Yan Li: "Master Yan's grace will never forget Bu Chen's will!"

"You can save it if you are polite." Yan Li said calmly, "Young Master Bu would rather go back and take a shower and change your clothes."

Bu Chen lowered his head and looked at the blood-stained coat and his hands covered with blood scabs, and smiled bitterly: "Master Yan, please forgive Bu Chen for being rude!"

After saying that, he stopped talking nonsense, turned around and left. He went to the pool of blood he vomited, took off his coat without hesitation, wiped the ground clean. Then he rolled up his ragged coat, carried the iron broom, and then walked away naked with his upper body.

The onlookers were stunned.

It is understandable to say that a young man with a promising future broke through and replaced his blood in the street. After all, there are always all kinds of geniuses in this world. I don’t know how many of them have appeared in Jianchuan City in hundreds of years!

What happened to Master Ke Yan’s advice?

At most, Master Yan only cultivates qi and cultivates his qi. How should he guide the Duanlang Dao Buchen, who is at the peak of skin tempering?

Could it be that iron broom has a secret?

Well, yes, it must be like this. Did Bu Chen treat the broom as a big pass knife before he saw it?

When the onlookers recovered and wanted to find Yan Li, they had already disappeared.

They rushed towards Fenghuobao, but saw Duan Heihu standing at the door of Fenghuobao, blocking the door tightly.

Duan Heihu raised his bell-like voice and said, "Master Yan likes to be quiet, don't bother with idle people. Also, the wind and fire are closed today!"

After saying that, with a "bang" sound, the wind and fire forging door was closed.

Everyone crowded at the door heard Duan Heihu inside laughing loudly with a "hahahahaha".

Wind-fire forged backyard.

When Duan Heihu walked in, there were already six young people inside.

In addition to Yan Li, Duan Yan and Gui Yun, there are three rare guests: Han Xi, Shang Shaoqing, and Shang Shaohong.

Duan Heihu is a generous person and does not regard these guests as outsiders. He walked into the courtyard with a smile and directly gave Yan Li a thumbs up.

"Master! Really, Master! When I hit the broken sword with a blow, a family was in trouble and didn't see anything. I was really depressed for several days! Today, a family finally made up for this game, which was a big eye-opener! Hahahaha--"

Duan Heihu laughed loudly and said happily with a loud voice, "What is Han Tong? To be honest, it's not too glorious to win him. Zheng Meng is a figure. When a certain family saw Bu Chen's knife, he was indeed more than me, Duan Heihu! But... he compared with Master Yan, hahahaha-if I was him, I would have committed suicide by slashing my sword when I saw that iron broom!"

Duan Heihu admires Zheng Meng's casting skills, but he doesn't like his character. He is a big man, and he just wants to come and challenge a sixteen-year-old boy. After losing, he is still hesitant and refuses to even say "lose". What's the matter!

Duan Yan has a similar personality to his father, and he also hates Zheng Meng, and laughs and says, "Maybe he's hanged on his neck!"

"Successful suicide!" Shang Shaohong followed suit, his voice muffled and showed a erectile slightness. He is Shang Shaoqing's younger brother, seventeen years younger than Duan Yan and one year older than Yan Li. In "A Broken Sword to Revenge", he is the face that plays Duan Yan.

"I will overthrow the spirit of the sky!" Shang Shaoqing smiled and responded.

Only Guiyun blinked and looked around, as if he didn't think of any new ways to die.

Yan Li waved his hand and smiled, "It's not that bad, it's not that bad! With Master Zheng's face, he can only vomit two mouthfuls of blood at most."

"Damn it, I'll take advantage of him." Duan Yan said angrily.

"But..." Yan Li said, "He must be more than one of them vomiting blood."

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Chapter completed!