For Qiu Yu, practicing in another world is really a torment, because he has taken shortcuts, allowing him to grow into a strong man with a strong soul in the shortest time. He has experienced too much hardship and pain. The previous blood pool tempering was equivalent to peeling off a layer of skin every time. He also suffered a lot when practicing the Netherworld Seal and Crazy Dragon Claw.

However, at this moment, dabbling into the Jiuyou Brutal Sword made Qiu Yu feel that his previous experience was really small. The severe pain seemed to swallow his nerves. It was worse than death. At the beginning, he could still grit his teeth and hold on. After about a quarter of an hour, fine beads of sweat emerged on his face that was already painful. He could no longer hold on and rolled back and forth on the grass, looking embarrassed.

A huge blue bird stood not far away, turned his head and looked over, with curious eyes flashing in his eyes. He didn't know what the owner was crazy about. After looking at it for a while, he really couldn't understand it. He stopped paying attention, but just stayed in his original position, looking around with a vigilant look, as if he was performing his guard duties.

Even so, he didn't make any noise, for fear of alarming the little girl in the tent. He still silently recited the magic tricks, and his inner breath became cruel and terrifying, and violently collided in his meridians, making him feel as if he was in a torrent and was about to be swallowed by monsters.

It was such a perverted martial arts, with too strong backlash ability. Qiu Yu was exhausted and was soaked in sweat. He had no energy to roll. The surrounding weeds were tilted. He lay in it and was almost spasm, and his consciousness gradually lost...

Just as Qiu Yu was about to fall into a coma, a clear breath appeared in the meridians, which made his mind suddenly clear. He felt that the pain was slightly relieved wherever the breath went. It was really a surprise. Although it was so painful that he could only survive, he could barely resist the pain. What's going on?

Xiao Jiu, who was in the sea of ​​consciousness, sat on the pavilion, with gloating eyes flashing in his bright eyes. He watched Qiu Yu suffer with interest, without any sympathy, and cursing hatefully in secret. It is really worth it. If you always don’t listen to your own words and insist on taking your own actions, you will suffer more.

Upon learning that the brat was in doubt, she snorted coldly: "Idiot, this is the scent of Dijujue, otherwise you have lost consciousness and entered a state of being in a state of being possessed by the devil."

Qiu Yu suddenly realized that he was tortured by the martial arts that were not worthy of his life. He forgot to take the spiritual medicine treasure before. It was probably because the medicine had worked and began to suppress the martial arts backfire. At the same time, he was also scared. It seemed that the secret book of Jiuyou Cruel Sword was correct. You must have the sausage to practice, otherwise you will definitely die if you practice rashly.

The cool meaning is like a drizzle suppressing the raging fire, allowing Qiu Yu to keep his mind and continue to recite the mantra silently, and follow the map in the sea of ​​consciousness to first refine Qi. For this true meaning of the sword score, after practicing it, you can naturally have the skills to control the sword.

The pain was still like bone-bone. Fortunately, Qiu Yu also found another way to deal with it, that is, Xiao Jiu, who is as beautiful as a fairy in the sea of ​​consciousness. No, maybe it is more appropriate to call him a little fairy, especially this girl is not wearing clothes. Her beautiful face is shocking, and her concave and convex body is completely exposed, and her skin is like cream...

Staring at Xiaojiu's graceful body, Qiu Yu felt much stronger, so he gritted his teeth and persevered. He had spent too much effort on refining until dawn. At the end, he lay motionless in the grass. His whole body seemed to be washed with water, and his whole body was wet. He steamed out in the cold morning, as if he had just left the pot.

Looking at the tent again, Han Yu'er came out from inside, her graceful body was exposed in the sun, the morning light reflected on her pretty face, her long eyelashes flashed slightly, making her bright eyes and white teeth look beautiful, forming a picture that anyone who sees will feel relaxed and happy.

The little girl's eyes flashed around. She saw the blue bird but did not see Qiu Yu's figure. She was shocked and secretly wondered where this kid had gone. Could it be that she was angry with me and left me alone, no, he shouldn't be so stingy!

The puzzled eyes remained on the blue bird, and Han Yuer felt at ease. After all, Qiu Yu's mount was still there, so she asked softly, "Where is your master?"

The blue bird is very psychic. Waiting here for a night is equivalent to protecting the master. As a beast, it didn't understand very well at first. What the master was doing in the grass? If it was crazy, what was he playing? No woman would play with him? Later, I finally figured out that the master should be in the practice, so it would do its best to protect him.

When he heard the little girl ask, it whispered, and led Han Yu'er over with two long legs, and came to the position where the master was several feet away.

Seeing Qiu Yu lying in the weeds with heat, Han Yu'er was startled and said in a lost voice: "Xiao Yu, what's wrong with you?" In a panic, she suddenly stepped forward and bent down to check, and was even more surprised.

In other words, the young man who was originally energetic became decadent, his whole body seemed to be washed away, and he lay down in exhaustion, and his condition was very poor.

"I'm fine... I just made some mistakes in practicing martial arts..." Qiu Yu responded weakly. He was definitely not pretending. Last night, he first dabbled in the self-abuse martial arts of Jiuyou Brutal Sword. He really consumed too much spiritual energy. Fortunately, he had just gained something from the point of view, but he was so tired that he was almost hollowed out.

"Ah... that's not very dangerous." Han Yuer was shocked. The way of cultivation was full of risks. The most fearful thing was that mistakes in practicing martial arts. Ten of them would lead to being possessed by the evil spirit, which was very dangerous.

At this moment, the little girl forgot the unhappiness they had with each other, and was just worried about the safety of each other, and was so anxious that she was about to cry.

What a great girl. Don’t hurt her in the future, otherwise you will be punished by God! Qiu Yu sighed in his heart. In order to prove that he was okay, he squeezed a smile on his face, "It doesn’t matter..."

Han Yu'er didn't care about so much. Now Xiaoyu is soaked, and the cold outside is mixed with the north wind. She was afraid that Qiuyu would be attacked by the wind and cold again, so she quickly picked up the other party and walked towards the tent quickly. The tears in her eyes couldn't help but slide down and flew with the wind.

The tent was much warmer and the situation was urgent. Han Yuer quickly took off Qiu Yu's clothes and took off her wet clothes, covered her with a quilt, and asked with great concern, "How is it? Are you still cold..." Then he accused him again and said with sobs: "It's all my bad, I shouldn't be as tough as you. I was so cold last night, but I drove you out..."
Chapter completed!