Ding... Ding...

The sound of swords and stones colliding echoed in the martial arts performance field this night, and Cheng Dali did not stop his movements until dawn.

When the disciples who came to practice swordsmanship saw this scene, they were stunned. What is wrong with the muscles of Senior Brother Cheng?

Everyone looked at Cheng Dali so quietly.

If it were the past Cheng Dali had already drunk everyone.

But today he was devoted to his cultivation and completely forgot his gaze.

After the disciples' practice was over, Cheng Dali felt a little tired and left with a heavy sword on his back.

For several days, Cheng Dali came to the martial arts venue at night and left at noon, regardless of wind and rain.

Such a paranoid Stone-Splitting naturally scared many disciples of the Sword Forging Peak.

But when he thought of Cheng Dali's stubborn temper, no one dared to go forward to dissuade him. If he was beaten up by Senior Brother Dali, it would be a loss.

The disciples began to silently think of the Sixth Elder in their hearts:

When will you come out of seclusion, Master?

Senior Brother Dali is crazy, no one can stop that kind!

Until this day, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared on Zhujian Peak, and purple air came from the east, and then a thunder thunder fell towards Zhujian Peak.

Rumble!

The huge roar alarmed the entire disciples of the sword-making peak.
Chapter completed!