Even if they knew that falling into the canyon would not die, it would help, looking at the puppet's snow-bright blade, Hook Pig and the others still trembled all over.

Knowing that you won't die, but if you are to be stabbed with a knife a hundred times, any normal human will feel a chill in their hearts.

In contrast to the endless mode of torture, death is nothing more than the enjoyment of the feeling of pain.

Hook Pig even wanted to accept the old man's transmission, and immediately left the transmission tower.

Not only can you get a lot of benefits, but you can also avoid this endless dilemma of adding white blades. But in this way, it will not be able to go to the higher level of the Gong Transmission Tower.

Hook pig stands at the head of the bridge like this every day, and experiences endless entanglement in his heart.

This is also a kind of cultivation, which is more difficult than cultivating true qi, cultivating the physical body, and cultivating swordsmanship, and cultivating courage.

He knew he had a lot to do.

He wants to save the peerless woman who has saved him many times from the shadow of death.

He wants to kick off the stumbling block of Tang Su, who threatens his Wuyuan brothers!

He wants to break through the foundation building nine layers within five years, and he wants to survive in death!

"Figured it out?"

A low taunt came from the puppet's empty mouth.

The ruthless puppet seems to be the embodiment of the ruthless world, teaching all the sword moves in every detail, while leaving a way into the canyon to regenerate the flesh, never killing people.

Life becomes such a cycle, and Hook Pig constantly tempers his courage at the bridgehead, overcomes the fear of physical pain, and then practices swordsmanship in the heart of the bridge.

I have to admit that the swordsmanship of the hook pig has been greatly improved, and he once fought with the puppet in three moves, and then gradually he was able to fight more than ten moves without falling behind, and then, he was brutally abused, fell into the canyon, the rebirth of the body and the condensation of true qi, as well as the stability and upgrading of the realm.

Whether it was Song Ruhai, the fat cow or the wood, they all overcame the fear in their hearts under the example of the hook pig and entered such a terrible cycle of cultivation.

Everyone is almost reborn.

Song Ruhai was originally talented, and within a month, he successively rushed through the middle, late and peak states of the foundation building triple, and even faintly wanted to attack the fourth layer.

The realm of the fat cow has also reached the late stage of the foundation building, these puppets are proficient in a total of two hundred and eighty-seven swordsmanship, and the ability to move and unload moves is even more accurate beyond the reach of humans, the fat cow is already obsessed with sword moves, under the death fight, the swordsmanship has been greatly improved, and even can fight with the puppet on hundreds of moves without falling behind.

The benefits received by the wood are the least, because of the innate tree body, once it is stabbed by the sword, it will automatically activate the defense of the tree body, so the injury is the lightest, even if it falls into the canyon, it will not get too many benefits of the immortal tree aura.

As for sword moves, Wood was not naturally accustomed to such weapons, and he preferred to use a bow and a hatchet. It's even a mess.

But even so, the wood has reached the state of triple peak in tempering.

Practicing their swords and bodies day by day, everyone forgot how many days had passed, until one day they suddenly felt extremely hungry and took out the Bigu Dan and swallowed it, only to suddenly realize that a month had passed.

For them, this month is not a wasted time.

One first-level martial academy with a fourfold foundation and three three-fold foundations, although it was still far behind Tang Su, it was already infinitely close to those perverted geniuses.

But Hook Pig also found that the Aoki aura at the bottom of the valley could give them fewer and fewer benefits, and although they could be reborn every time they fell into the canyon, it was becoming more and more difficult to improve their realm.

Because of the repeated blood exchange and rebirth, their bodies have become more and more the same aura as this immortal tree, and the immortal tree's interest in their blood is becoming less and less.

The improvement of swordsmanship is also a process of accumulation over time, and there is no ten or eight years of hard work to kill Tang Su by relying on swordsmanship, which is a fool's dream.

How can I get out of this level?

Hook pigs have been trying for a long time, and although they can go down to the canyon, they can't go up to the other side anyway.

Not only are the cliffs smooth and roadless, but the cliffs also give birth to the powerful repulsion they encountered when they forced many people to cross the bridge.

Obviously, from the bridge is the only way.

But to cross the bridge, you have to defeat the puppet alone.

Time is also getting closer and closer to the ranking battle of the Martial Academy, and they can only challenge the puppets again and again.

"You have begun to embark on the path of true sword cultivation. ”

Every time he saw them crawling out of the valley along the rope, the old carpenter would smile with rare satisfaction.

After dawn again, the old man would ask again as he had seen it at first sight, "Do you want to learn swordsmanship?"

Hook Pig even doubts whether he is a real person, and he believes that real humans must have weaknesses......

"Senior, I still have a few Pure Yang Pills here," Gou Pig tried to take out the immortal lotus, of course, this was borrowed from Song Ruhai, "The little one is a little urgent, I want to go to the other side, as long as the senior is willing to raise his noble hand and guide us to cross those bridges——"

"This is not the true path of sword cultivation. ”

The old man's gray eyes didn't see any fluctuations at all, he just shook his head.

Hook Pig was in a hurry, and even took out ten heavy Xuanyin Pills, which was already the biggest price he could accept in his heart, and the old man still didn't react. There was really no interest in money in his empty eyes.

Speaking of which, what is the use of an old man who stays here all day doing carpentry and asks for money?

Only enough wood is needed, however, the most important thing on the hill is wood.

This makes the hook pig can't help but go crazy.

He even wanted to devise a way to hang the old man up and beat him and torture him to cross the bridge. But to deal with a god-man who can step on the void and don't know the depths, it is better to deal with those puppets.

But those puppets, he can't beat them either.

Hook Pig suddenly discovers that at this point, the real living person is far inferior to the puppet.

People always have weaknesses, those who are rich die in wealth, those who are lustful die in lust, and those who value righteousness sacrifice themselves for righteousness.

Except for the puppets, they have no weaknesses.

Because they don't have any desires, they only do one thing - don't let anyone else cross the bridge.

Hook Pig once had four people fight the same puppet every day, hoping that the damage would accumulate until the puppet was completely damaged.

The swordsmanship of the fat ox or the violent impact of the wood can also cause some damage to these golems.

But the old man was extremely faithful to his duty. As long as these puppets are damaged in the slightest, even if only half of their fingers are cut off, he will come and recycle the old ones and replace them with new ones, so that the hook pigs will completely waste their efforts.

Hook Pig can only stare dryly every day, eager to find an opportunity to strangle the old man to death.

Every night, except for this wooden house, the rest of the place is plunged into that thick darkness.

The darkness drowned out all the feelings, but there was a glimmer of light in this wooden house, expelling the darkness and maintaining its own existence.

The old man didn't mind them spending the night in a wooden house.

The ground was covered with sawdust, but there was no bed, only a ten-foot-long platform filled with parts and tools of the puppets made by the old man.

They either lay on the sawdust, or lay on the platform and wandered around for the night, dreaming of the comfortable life in the woodhouse.

All the tricks of the hook pig were useless, I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't help but want to go out for a walk.

The chalet is not small and has a lot of room.

There was a glimmer of light in the room, and it was this glimmer that was driving away the darkness.

But there was no lamp in the room, and the fairy tree seemed to have a natural aversion to fire, and everyone tried to cut branches and light a bonfire at night, but they couldn't light it at all.

Darkness is enough to engulf all flames and make them nothing.

This glimmer of light is a kind of spiritual light, coming down from the earth.

It is a narrow wooden staircase that leads to the underground.

The planks were blackened on the outside, almost blending in with the darkness, and looked at least a few hundred years old.

The old man walked here at night and then disappeared.

After all, it is someone's private house, and out of politeness, Song Ruhai and they have never gone in to see it.

But this rule is obviously incompatible with the hook pig.

He's a thief.