C4 Virtual Small Sword

Duan Chuchen's legs trembled as he screamed crazily in his heart, "I'm not a trash!" Duan Chuchen slowly raised his head and looked at Duan Wuyang.

"I... I am not... "Not trash …" Duan Chuchen said with great difficulty. His eyes were filled with ruthlessness, unyielding, and unwillingness as he stared at Duan Xiangyang.

"Deng deng deng!" Duan Chuchen's gaze instantly made Duan Yang feel a burst of fear. He retreated three steps back and was shocked in his heart: "How could I be scared by a trash's gaze?"

Now that he recalled Duan Chuchen's gaze, it was filled with a sharp sword intent. If looks could kill, then Duan Xiangyang would have died hundreds of times over.

"Shua!" Immediately, Duan Xiangyang moved behind Ling Tianyu and threw a punch towards Ling Tianyu, which landed directly on Duan Chuchen's stomach.

"Wow!" Duan Chuchen spat out a mouthful of acid and hugged his belly as he rolled on the ground in pain. At this moment, Duan Fengyang's face was filled with a complacent expression.

Duan Qian Yang raised his fist and looked at Duan Chuchen who was rolling on the ground. His eyes were filled with excitement as he shouted in his heart: "Is this power?!"

"Pa …" "Pa …" Pah! "Duan Xiangyang walked over to Duan Chuchen step by step and said," Do you see that? This is the gap between us. If you admit that you're trash, then I'll let you off today!

Seeing Duan Chuchen in such a sorry state, the surrounding people all felt a trace of pity, hoping that Duan Xiangyang would stop beating Duan Chuchen up.

Duan Chuchen's heart was filled with stubbornness. The unyielding feeling in his heart was that Duan Chuchen stood up once again. Duan Chuchen looked at Duan Wuyang and said in an intermittent manner: "I …" I am not... "He's not trash!" After he finished speaking, he punched towards Duan Wuyang.

"Pah!" With a sound, this weak punch was easily blocked by Duan Wuyang.

"Good, good, good! If you are not trash, then I will turn you into trash today! " Duan Wuyang walked towards Duan Chuchen once again.

When he was young, every time he had an argument with Duan Chuchen, he and Duan Chuchen would always fight and he wouldn't be Duan Chuchen's match. But today, the situation finally reversed, and the person lying on the ground right now was not Duan Chuchen, but Duan Chuchen.

Duan Chuchen walked in front of Duan Chuchen and grabbed him by the collar. Duan Xiangyang easily lifted Duan Chuchen like a hawk holding a chick.

"Bam!" Duan Xiangyang punched towards Duan Chuchen's stomach. "Pah!" When Duan Weiyang was about to reach Duan Chuchen, Ye Zichen grabbed his arm.

"Duan Wuyang, don't go too far. We have already been taught a lesson by you, let's not let things go too far. No matter what, we are still from the same family." The person who caught Duan Wuyang said.

"Hmph, Duan Zhangfan, today I will fiercely teach him a lesson. What do you think? Don't tell me you want to help him?" At this time, Duan Wuyang was staring at Duan Jian's passage.

"Then I don't mind fighting you." At this moment, Duan Xiufeng's eyes were filled with determination, and he thought to himself: It seems like he is determined to help Duan Chuchen.

In his heart, Duan Wuyang thought about it. Right now, he was only at the early sixth level, whereas Duan Fanfan was already at the peak of the early sixth level. If the two of them were to fight, then he would definitely not be able to gain an advantage.

Duan Guanyang stared at Duan Fanfan and said, "Okay, since you've come out, I will let Duan Chuchen off today. If I meet him again, I will definitely teach him a lesson."

Finishing his words, Duan Wuyang walked away without looking back, Duan Fanfan said: "There's nothing to see, everyone hurry up and go!"

Hearing Duan Fan's words, everyone went back, leaving only Duan Chuchen and Duan Fan on the ground.

Duan Fan slowly walked to Duan Chuchen's side and supported him up as he said: "You are out of this world, are you alright?"

Duan Chuchen's legs were trembling. With much difficulty, he stood up and left without looking back …

Duan Chuchen walked towards his own room. When he returned to his room, Duan Chuchen started to meditate and the sounds kept appearing in his heart.

"Duan Chuchen, you piece of trash! Speak, as long as I admit that you are trash, I will not hit you. " The good-for-nothing son kept circling Duan Chuchen's ears.

Duan Chuchen started to meditate and absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. He did not believe that he was a piece of trash that was constantly absorbing spiritual energy in an attempt to turn it into spiritual energy.

Once … Ten times... Hundred times... Duan Chuchen kept trying again and again, but every time he reached the most important moment, the spiritual qi he absorbed would dissipate outside his body.

Time flew by and it was already the next morning. Duan Chuchen was so tired that he was covered in sweat, he closed his eyes, but just as he did so, Duan Chuchen saw an ancient Purplish-red Stiletto in his mind. This small sword was carved with complicated patterns, and it looked very mysterious and domineering.

Duan Chuchen was surprised and immediately opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, the small sword in his body disappeared.

Duan Chuchen closed his eyes once again, and the ancient Purplish-red Stiletto appeared in his mind once again. The Purplish-red Stiletto was faintly discernable, it was a real existence repeatedly, and it even seemed to be an illusion, making Duan Chuchen want to know if it was real or not.

Duan Chuchen started to imagine himself entering his mind. Suddenly, his own figure appeared in his mind.

"I... I... I actually have my own consciousness! " Duan Chuchen was shocked. At this time, Duan Chuchen suddenly remembered his father's words, when one reached the Homo Martial realm, they could produce their own consciousness, and when they release it, not only would they be able to see the unexpected objects surrounding their body, they would also be able to see the situation within their own body.

"Isn't this divine intent? But I still haven't reached the level of Homo Martial, and haven't even reached the first level yet. " Duan Chuchen's heart was filled with questions.

At this moment, Duan Chuchen imagined himself touching the purplish-red sword. The moment Duan Chuchen touched the sword, the sword actually became solid in his mind.

In an instant, all the spiritual energy in Duan Chuchen's room rushed towards him crazily and poured onto the purplish-red sword. The color of the sword suddenly started to change.

Crimson red, crimson-purple, dark purple, purple, and then purple. When the red became the most red, the blue spiritual energy suddenly turned purple in the small sword. The purple spiritual energy directly poured into Duan Chuchen's body. Duan Chuchen instantly felt a surge of energy surge into his body.

Duan Chuchen continued to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth as the spiritual energy was constantly transferred into the sword. The color of the sword was constantly changing and then streams of purple spiritual energy were sent into Duan Chuchen's body. Unknowingly, it was already night and Duan Chuchen was still absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

If there was someone else present, he would definitely be extremely surprised. This was because the wounds on Duan Chuchen caused by Duan Wuyang were healing at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

On the morning of the third day, a touch of fish-belly white appeared in the sky. Duan Chuchen slowly opened his eyes …

Duan Sheng felt a burst of comfort in his entire body. After a few simple washing up, Duan Chuchen arrived in his own small courtyard.

At this moment, Duan Chuchen felt a surging power flowing through his body. Duan Chuchen wanted to release this power.

"Pfft!" Duan Chuchen punched a huge rock in the yard. "Bam!" The giant rock was instantly knocked two meters away by Duan Chuchen.

"What!?" I have spiritual energy! " At this moment, Duan Chuchen's face was filled with extreme excitement. When he punched earlier, his fist was wrapped in a faint spiritual energy. Duan Chuchen was sure that the power of his punch was comparable to a beginner level 3 fighter.

Duan Chuchen thought to himself: "It must be the little sword that gave me the spiritual energy to absorb and cultivate." At this moment, Duan Chuchen's eyes lit up with hope again as he exclaimed in his heart: "I'm not trash. I haven't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage and I already have the strength of a beginner level 2. Just you wait, Duan Xiangyang.

Duan Chuchen was so excited that he didn't even have time to eat breakfast. He went straight back to his room and started to meditate. Through the small purplish-red sword, he continued to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The small purple sword continued to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. The color of the small sword kept changing, and finally, a stream of purple spiritual energy was sent out and absorbed by Duan Chuchen's body. The purple spiritual energy continued to circulate in Duan Chuchen's body, and after a full cycle, the spiritual energy directly became spiritual energy and was absorbed by Duan Chuchen's body.

Unknowingly, Duan Chuchen's training had reached the afternoon. Duan Chuchen could feel the Spiritual Qi in his body becoming stronger.

The stronger Duan Chuchen became, the more excited he became. He continued to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and through the small sword's circulation, he transformed the purple spiritual energy into spiritual energy to provide his own cultivation.

"Dong, dong, dong!" At this moment, there was a knock on Duan Chuchen's door. Duan Chuchen woke up from his cultivation and asked curiously: "Who is it?"

"It's me." A thick and dignified, yet familiar voice entered Ling Tianyu's ears.

"Oh, it's father. Come in!" Duan Chuchen replied. As the Patriarch of the Duan Family, Duan Chuchen's father was extremely busy every day, and Duan Chuchen was overwhelmed by the sudden visit to see him.

"Creak ~", Duan Chuchen's interview was pushed open. At this time, a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance entered the room. This person was Duan Chuchen's father, Duan Tianya.

Duan Chuchen asked curiously, "Why are you looking for me so late?"