"No, she is very good now, but no one is allowed to contact her except Chu Jian." Hao Wuyang said.

"Where will Chu Jian go after leaving Yard City?" Tang Xiaochuan asked.

"I don't know this anymore. It's not Chu Jian I received. I don't know. I have told you all the questions you want to know. Kill me, kill me!" Hao Wuyang just wants to die quickly now.

He has leaked the secret of the Wind Sect. Even if Tang Xiaochuan doesn't kill him, the Wind Sect will not let him go.

Swish!

Tang Xiaochuan pierced Hao Wuyang's heart with a dagger in his hand. After killing Hao Wuyang, he came to Luo Jinyang.

"Hmm? Dead?" Tang Xiaochuan glanced at Luo Jinyang. He thought Luo Jinyang fainted, but he didn't expect that he would die.

After Luo Jinyang of the Cheng family was seriously injured by Tang Xiaochuan, he fled all the way. The injury worsened again. He was hit twice hard by Tang Xiaochuan just now and did not survive.

"It's a pity that I only got a vague news. I don't know Chu Jian's current specific location. I only know that he has come to Yoko City. It seems that he has to find the Heimutangkou to get Chu Jian's specific whereabouts." Tang Xiaochuan said in his heart.

"Leave here first!" Tang Xiaochuan left from the entrance of the Heijiao Hall and returned to the villa by the lake.

After breaking through to the Golden Pill Realm, Tang Xiaochuan has mastered the ability to fly physically, but the speed of flying is much slower than that of swordsmanship.

After returning to the lakeside villa from Yo City, Tang Xiaochuan flew for two hours.

"The speed of the body flying is still too slow. It seems that the broken flying sword must be repaired as soon as possible." Tang Xiaochuan walked up to the second floor, pushed open the door of the practice room and walked in.

He took out the broken flying sword from the storage bag and looked at the broken sword carefully.

The shape of this broken sword is an ancient Han sword. The broken sword has neatly cut off the sword. After the sword hilt and blade are preserved, two fonts of the size of tadpoles are carved on the hilt.

"Flying Xue." Tang Xiaochuan recognized these two ancient characters.

"So the name of this flying sword is Feixue." Tang Xiaochuan said in his heart.

Then Tang Xiaochuan took out the Pope's Holy Sword.

"Although this Pope's Holy Sword is not as good as the Broken Sword Feixue, it is enough to use it as a material for repairing Feixue." Tang Xiaochuan glanced at the Pope's Holy Sword, and the silver light of the sword body flowed, like the stars in the sky.

He took out an alchemy furnace from the storage bag, and the Broken Sword Feixue and the Pope Sacred Sword threw it into the alchemy furnace together.

Tang Xiaochuan used spiritual energy to transform into flames to temper the broken sword Feixue and the Pope's Holy Sword in the alchemy furnace. At the same time, Tang Xiaochuan used his soul to monitor every move in the alchemy furnace.

Under the tempering of the alchemy furnace, the Pope's Holy Sword was refined into a silver liquid, and the broken sword and snow turned into a purple liquid. Tang Xiaochuan controlled the two liquids to mix together.

The white liquid and the purple liquid are mixed together to form a silver-purple liquid.

Then Tang Xiaochuan cast the silver-purple liquid into the original appearance of the broken sword Feixue. A silver-purple flying sword flew out of the alchemy furnace and floated in front of Tang Xiaochuan.

Tang Xiaochuan looked at the silver-purple flying sword in front of him. His sword body was like the stars in the night sky, and his sword blade was extremely sharp: "Your name will be Feixue in the future."

"Flying snow has been tempered, and its quality will be much better than Hong Shining. With Feixue, my strength can be greatly improved. With this flying sword, I can finally practice the Drop Sword Technique." Tang Xiaochuan thought to himself.

Feixue was taken away by Tang Xiaochuan, and Tang Xiaochuan wanted to see the Sword Technique of Drop Water.

The four words "Dripping Water Sword" appeared in his mind. These four words flashed by, and then a row of dense words, the size of mosquitoes and flies, appeared.

"This is the first move of the Drop Sword Technique: Drops of water wear away the stone." Tang Xiaochuan carefully watched the first move of the Drop Sword Technique.

In half an hour, Tang Xiaochuan was shocked after watching the first move of the Sword Drop.

The first move of the Drop Sword alone: ​​the power of the Drop Stone is several times stronger than the bright moon rising from the sea, the black and white thunder sword, and the Five Elements Great Thunder Curse.

This Drop of Water Sword Art is indeed not simple.

"The first move of the Drop Sword Technique: Drops of water wear out the stone. It is of course very powerful, but it is extremely difficult to practice. It is a water-pulling time. It requires not only a lot of time, but also an extremely important understanding." Tang Xiaochuan thought in his heart.

He waved his hand to summon the flying sword, held the flying snow tightly in his hand, and silently recited the first move of the Drop Sword Technique in his heart: Drops of water penetrate the stone.

"Dripping water wears through the stone." Tang Xiaochuan shouted lightly and swung the flying sword in his hand.

Click!

Feixue flew into the air and fell down.

"Failed." Tang Xiaochuan was not surprised to see that he failed to use the first attempt to use the drip stone to penetrate the stone. It would be strange if he mastered the drip stone to penetrate the stone for the first time.

"Do it again." Tang Xiaochuan waved his hand again, and Feixue that fell to the ground returned to Tang Xiaochuan's hands.

Tang Xiaochuan concentrated his mind and calmed his mind. He combined the snow in his hand into one. The snow sword body trembled slightly, and the sound of water droplets falling to the ground around Tang Xiaochuan's body seemed to sound.

Whoosh!

I saw the snow flying out of Tang Xiaochuan's hand flying out at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, turning into a small bean-sized droplet of water.

Bang!

A trembling sound rang out.

The flying snow that turned into water droplets returned to its original form and fell from the air to the ground again.

"This time the effect is much better than the last time. The last time the transformation was not successful, at least the transformation was successful." Tang Xiaochuan waved his hand and recalled Feixue.

"Continue." Tang Xiaochuan continued to practice dripping water to wear away the stone.

This time, the snow did not transform successfully and flew into the air and fell down.

Tang Xiaochuan was not discouraged and continued to practice.

Time passed by little by little, and Tang Xiaochuan was busy sleeping and was practicing the trick of dripping water passing away the stone in the practice room, but he was not satisfied with the effect every time.

Once, Tang Xiaochuan successfully used it, but unfortunately the power was too small, not half as powerful as the bright moon ascends to the sea.

Tang Xiaochuan knew that it was not because of the Drop Sword Technique, or that he did not understand the trick of Drop Stone.

"There is still no obvious effect. I have fully mastered the sword move of the dripping water through the stone. Unfortunately, the power is too small after using it. There is still something wrong? What is wrong?" Tang Xiaochuan sat cross-legged on the ground, frowned, and looked at Feixue on the ground and pondered hard.

The clear sky outside the house was dark, with strong winds blowing, dark clouds gathering quickly, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain roared. Tang Xiaochuan stood up, got down from the building, walked out of the door, and looked at the downpour of rain, and kept thinking about the sword move of dripping water through the stone in his mind.

The heavy rain stopped quickly and the sun also emerged from the dark clouds.

Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick!

The sound of drops of water attracted Tang Xiaochuan's attention. He looked at the place where the sound came and saw the accumulated water on the eaves falling on the ground drop by drop.

The soft soil ground was dripping with water drops, forming a small finger-shaped pit.

Tang Xiaochuan looked at the water droplets dripping from the eaves, as if he had caught something.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!