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The camp was brightly lit.

Hua Huan's clothes were in disarray. He tried his best to hold on to Hua Xian, whose eyes were red with anger, and prevented him from beating to death the second-generation immortal who was covered with magical weapons.

One of the Immortal Second Generation's legs was twisted, blood seeping from the joints. He fell in a pool of blood with a hideous look on his face. He roared with his neck thick, "I won't let you go! You shameless untouchables!"

Hua Xian was about to chop him with a sword, but Hua Huan grabbed him by the waist and dragged him out of the tent: "Ah Xian, brother is fine, let's go, let's go!"

Before being dragged out of the tent, Hua Xian unwillingly swung his sword sheath onto the forehead of the Immortal Second Generation.

The guy who looked like a second-generation immortal sent people to kidnap Hua Huan when he was alone. If Hua Xian had not arrived in time, Hua Huan would have been raped by that bastard.

The next day, the secret realm was opened by the powerful people working together, and the journey to the secret realm finally ended.

Both brothers thought it was just an extremely vulgar robbery. Hua Huan thought he was being targeted by a pervert, while Hua Xian kept a close eye on his brother until the two returned to the sect.

……

"I heard that my disciple was in danger in the secret realm. I was really scared."

In the retreat room, the kind-looking monk in crane robes looked reproachful.

"I am an unworthy disciple, and I am sorry for your worry, Master. However, I have gained a lot from this trip."

Feng Yuanzi smiled and handed over a cup of tea: "Okay, okay, you look anxious, drink a cup of tea, and then tell me slowly."

The swordsman in green didn't hesitate at all. He raised his hand and drank the tea poured by his master. When he looked up, his graceful demeanor was visible.

"Disciple has found a way to shorten Master's lifespan." The blue-clothed swordsman took out a jade box and said, "Master, look, this is Condensed..."

Feeling dizzy, the green-clothed swordsman shook his head and suddenly realized that the spiritual power in his body was rapidly fading.

Snapped--

The jade box fell to the ground, and shattered into pieces along with the Ningyuan grass inside.

……

"Bone replacement is a matter of great importance. In order to prevent the sword bone from withering..."

"What are you afraid of! There is a spiritual ginseng to save your life, dig it!"

"Don't worry. The Shang family has promised you one fifth-grade and one sixth-grade longevity pill, and will make you a guest of the Shang family. As long as the young master can successfully change his bones, you won't have to stay in a small sect anymore."

The short knife with a cold glow started from the back of the blue-clothed swordsman's snow-white neck, cutting through the flesh and flesh along the spine, leaving a bloody mess all the way.

Under the effect of the Broken Spirit Tea, the young man on the stone couch had all his spiritual power dissipated completely, his spiritual elixir dried up, and he could not gather any spiritual energy at all.

His breathing was weak and although he was in a coma, his consciousness and senses were extremely clear.

He heard that Feng Yuanzi used his sword bone to make a deal with the Shang family, and used his sword bone to exchange for everything he wanted.

Feng Yuanzi whispered in his ear with malice in his eyes.

"My good disciple, it is worth it for Master to raise you and hide the fact that you have sword bones. Your efforts must have some value."

"My good disciple, Master must thank you for helping Master get what he wants, whether it is life span, cultivation or power."

"Not only you, but also your brother, is also a rare commodity. If you sell him to Qiuquetai, I wonder how much he is worth? After the sword bone is cut out, you will probably become a useless person. It's a pity that you, my disciple, have such a good appearance."

The bitter ginseng soup was forced down his throat.

Feng Yuanzi sighed, "Master ultimately hopes that you can survive, so that Master can sell you and your brother to Qiuquetai together. A pair of flowers blooms together, which is the most beautiful. You two brothers must serve the benefactor well, and don't forget the Master's kindness in helping you when you become successful in the future."

The blade penetrated three inches into the flesh, every inch of which was torn apart, every inch of which was heart-wrenching, and every inch of which was bleeding.

The sword bone is aloof and noble, and its character is so sharp that it cannot be bent or broken.

Now this proud bone is being scraped off inch by inch, its tendons are being cut inch by inch, it is being bent inch by inch, and it is being cut out inch by inch.

Hua Xian's ten slender white fingers were bent like iron hooks, tightly clasping the stone bed beneath him. Each of his ten finger marks was stained with blood and hatred.

The pain of having bones removed is hard to get rid of.

The doctor grabbed the blood-stained snow-white spine and pulled out the entire sword bone with a terrible wail.

Someone nearby was admiring the bloody sword bone with intoxicated eyes, and was speechless for a moment: "This is... a top-grade sword bone! It has an unstoppable force, and its color is as bright as jade."

"Congratulations, young master! Sword bones of this quality are hard to come by in a thousand years, and only you deserve them!"

A string of hot blood flowed from the end of the spine, and the bright red blood slid down the corners of the green-clothed swordsman's eyes, like crying blood.

The door of the secret room was pushed open by someone's body, light poured in in an instant, and Hua Xian fell into a complete coma.

The young man in red stumbled in front of his younger brother, touching his body with trembling nails, and sobbing.

……

In all the years Hua Huan lived, there was never a single day when he regretted wasting his time practicing.

Because he has a good brother.

His younger brother was born with a unique sword bone, and he regarded him as the strongest sword cultivator in the future, admired by countless people.

He never envied others. Others had powerful parents and were wealthy, but he only had a younger brother.

He has a younger brother.

He doesn't have to endure the hardships of cultivation.

He has a younger brother.

He has someone to protect him, so he will definitely be able to dominate the world of immortal cultivation in the future.

He always comforts himself like this, he has a younger brother.

The body of Yin wood, the posture of a furnace.

He didn't say it, but he knew that he hated this body, hated it so much that he wanted to scrape every drop of blood off it.

He was unwilling to practice.

The cultivation of the furnace and cauldron is nothing more than cultivating it into a furnace and cauldron that is more suitable for people to enjoy.

ridiculous.

If that's the case, why does he still need to practice?

"Why didn't I practice well? Why didn't I practice well! Why didn't I practice well!" The young man in red was beating himself neurotically. He was like a shrimp in severe pain, hunched over, and the pain was so severe that his internal organs were vomiting blood.

He was almost mad, and he whipped himself without feeling any pain. His nails scratched his face and blood seeped into the gaps between his fingers.

He raised his numb and bloodshot eyes.

I was helpless and weak like a joke. I didn't know whether my brother was alive or dead, and the beasts and enemies were right in front of me.

Who can he do anything to?

No one can do anything to this loser!

He smiled through tears.

"What kind of false nobleness am I putting on? What kind of false nobleness am I putting on?"