Douluo's opening send-off system

Looking at the broken wooden barrel and the broken pole, Han Wuyi looked back at the long steps. It was only over 5,000 steps and it wasn't very high...

It seems that the quality of the wooden barrel is not good, and the title of the richest man in the Qibao Glazed Sect must have been dug out.

After silently complaining, I suddenly thought - the barrel broke, should I be asked to pay for it?

The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, and he turned around and sat on the steps, doubting life.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the guard who was hesitating to speak, and said angrily: "Don't talk to me, I want to be quiet!"

"Don't ask me who Jingjing is!"

The guard who was hesitant to speak immediately closed his mouth and stood guard obediently.

The ghost leopard hiding in the dark shook his head and retreated into the shadows.

next day

At the waterfall on the mountainside, Han Wuyi stood under the waterfall, with the water up to his chin, and he was constantly slashing at the waterfall with the long sword in his hand.

Each swing of the long sword attached to the soul power would tear the water flow several feet apart, and the waterfall would heal itself. The water flow hit him hard. Han Wuyi was thrown into the water and choked on some water. He surfaced again and swung his sword again. Being thrown into the water over and over again.

At noon, the scorching sun scorched the water around the pool except the waterfall. Han Wuyi, exhausted of his soul, climbed onto the shore and walked towards the iron sword inserted not far away.

He held the hilt and pulled out the iron sword, holding the sword flat and motionless.

Although he didn't know why Chen Xin stopped sharpening his character and started teaching swordsmanship instead, Han Wuyi would not stupidly ask, who would train his mind if he could learn swords? Does he need it?

After a moment and a half, the wet clothes on his body were baked out of moisture by the harsh sun, and his whole body was shrouded in mist and looked like a fairy.

Half a day passed, the sun set in the west, and Han Wuyi fell into the embrace of the mountains. His clothes were still the same as when he got up from the water, wet, but no longer dripping.

When you get closer, you can still smell a sour smell. It is obviously soaked with sweat, not pool water.

Sword Douluo walked out of nowhere and came to Han Wuyi. He looked at Han Wuyi and saw that even though he fainted and fell to the ground due to exhaustion, the sword in his hand was still tightly held, and it never tilted.

"Pity……"

Chen Xin sighed with regret, squatted down and picked up Han Wuyi, twisted his eyebrows, and couldn't help but twitching his nose, and still carried Han Wuyi into the thatched house without changing his expression.

Under a tree somewhere, there is a ghost leopard with a face full of admiration.

"Why don't you come in? Do you want me to take care of your master?"

The rich voice rang in his ears, and Gui Bao suddenly turned pale. After all, he still didn't escape and entered the thatched house resignedly.

Looking at the Ghost Leopard who came in later, Chen Xin's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly calmed down and said, "Take good care of your master!" After carefully observing Ghost Leopard's expression, there was no trace of dissatisfaction.

He left in a hurry~ Well, he crashed through the roof and left. The ghost leopard was left alone gnashing his teeth and staring at the "skylight" that had just been opened. If he hadn't been able to defeat it...

The broken roof can be repaired, but... Gui Bao pinched his nose and looked at Han Wuyi lying on the bed with a face full of reluctance. Finally, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward to untie Han Wuyi's clothes...

"Wow wow wow..."

In the middle of the moon, the beautiful woman was washing her bare hands in the moonlight. She was still rubbing her hands in the middle of the night, and her skin was almost peeling off. Why didn't she just change her clothes and wash them on the way? What's the matter?

next day

Han Wuyi did not go under the waterfall again, but directly pulled out the long sword, walked to the tree and waved it wantonly. Sword Douluo, who arrived quietly, was a little disappointed in the chaos.

If you can't practice swordplay consistently, you won't be able to achieve anything, let alone chopping and dancing. Is this a showmanship or a swordplay?