Chen Chuan spent this night in continuous spiritual practice.

Even though the essence coming from the opposite side was not as good as the time when the Tianmen of the central city was opened, there were no enemies around, and there was no need for him to worry about other things.

Even if there was someone on the opposite side who coveted this end, it was still blocked by the creature occupying the mouth of the rift, which allowed him to devote himself wholeheartedly to practice.

When it was almost dawn, he withdrew from his sitting position, reached for the Xue Jun Dao beside him, and stood up from where he was.

Maybe because he was too involved before, he felt as if only a moment had passed.

During this practice, he could feel his spiritual power improving bit by bit. This kind of practice was really addictive and he didn't want to stop at all. But since he had agreed with Tarou not to practice during the day, others still

I feel safe letting him come here alone, so he won't break this tacit understanding.

Just wait until tomorrow.

As he retreated, the tentacles in front once again knitted together and closed tightly.

He left the waterproof bag here and walked out of the crack with only the Snow Lord Sword. After returning to the sea, he climbed up along the sea cliff.

At this time, the sun had just risen from the sea, and the golden light illuminated the entire island. The thick morning mist spread out from the forest, intertwined with the light and clouds, and looked like a dream from a distance.

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After arriving on the cliff, Uncle Olive seemed to be waiting there. When he saw him, he came over and said, "Mr. Chen, I thought you would always be in there. The guests who came before would not come out as soon as they arrived."

Chen Chuan felt that this was better. He felt that being on this island had a relaxing effect on his spirit. Going there at night would be more efficient.

Uncle You looked at him and tried to ask: "Mr. Chen, I wonder if you encountered some kind of existence on the opposite side when you were practicing yesterday?"

Chen Chuanchuan: "That's not true."

Uncle Olive looked cautious and reminded: "You still have to be careful. Tarrou has encountered this before when he went there, and it happened many times. It took a lot of time to get rid of it every time. There are also guests who have arrived before. They are also more or less

Someone who has had this experience.”

He added: "There is a lotus seat in the Danliu Pavilion. It is said to be the place where Master Hongfa meditated in the past. Practicing there can soothe the spirit and remove impurities. Would you like to try it, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Chuan suddenly understood. Was he afraid that his spirit would be contaminated down there? Maybe it was because he came up without any hesitation, which made them feel a little nervous.

He said: "Old sir, you can rest assured."

As he said that, he took out the jade pig dragon that the expert gave him. There was only a little bit of black on it. It was almost invisible if you didn't look closely. This was because the second time I removed most of the infection.

Got through it.

Uncle You looked at it and seemed to relax a little. He said, "It seems that I am worried for nothing. Mr. Chen will try to keep this thing by his side in the future."

Chen Chuan nodded and asked, "Where is the lotus seat, old gentleman?" Since it was left by Master Hongfa and it seemed to have the effect of removing dirt, he really wanted to take a look.

The old man said happily: "I will take you there, Mr. Chen."

He led Chen Chuan through the martial arts training ground. Before the sun had risen, the teenagers here had already begun to exercise with Tarrou. When he saw two people coming, Tarrou waved to them from a distance.

Chen Chuan nodded in response. After bypassing the martial arts training ground, he followed Uncle You to the dilapidated buildings. One of them could be seen to have been specially repaired. Under a curved stone wall, there was a jade lotus.

It can be seen that the seat has been aged for many years, and there are many signs of peeling and damage on it.

However, the seat was polished very smooth.

Chen Chuan came closer and suddenly felt a weak spiritual power, but it felt very peaceful and gentle.

He was slightly surprised. Master Hongfa was seven or eight hundred years old. After all this time, is there still spirit left in it? Or is it someone else's spirit?

However, this is very similar to the comfort of this island, and it seems that there is a certain connection between the two.

He walked to the lotus seat and sat down on the cushion in front. After a while, he saw that the black color on the Jade Pig Dragon actually weakened a little.

It seems to be useful.

When Uncle You saw him sitting down here and getting into the mood quickly, he suddenly felt much more relieved, touched his gray beard, and left here.

In the next few days, Chen Chuan went to practice in the fissure at night and meditated here during the day. Ten days passed in a flash, and his mental strength improved significantly.

And because his mental strength is high enough, every improvement he makes far exceeds the progress of ordinary people.

Uncle You admired him very much when he saw that he came here to sit upright every day during the day and practice at night without any interruption.

He said to Tarrou: "It is said that Master Hongfa sat down for ten years and became enlightened. This Mr. Chen is so good at such a young age and works so hard. No wonder Mr. Zhuan recommended him here."

Taru nodded with great approval. If it had been anyone else, seeing Chen Chuan like this, he would have gone back to practice more on his own under pressure, but she didn't.

Because she only practices fighting because she likes it, she only works hard for herself and has nothing to do with others, so she will not change herself because of others.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, causing the crackling of gravel. Uncle Olive looked at the sky, squinted and said, "It's going to be a strong wind."

Tarrou sighed. Every year in mid-July, there would be stronger sea breezes here. Fortunately, they had rich experience in dealing with it. The houses on the island had long been reinforced, and the guests would be persuaded to leave in advance.

On the other side, the members of the Turbulence Team had already figured out the situation on the island after pretending to be tourists for a few days. After being persuaded to leave the island, they returned and reported the situation to captain Utico.

"The fighter is on a big platform halfway up the mountain. We have rarely seen him come down. We were afraid of disturbing her, so we didn't go over to check. However, we confirmed from the villagers that except for her, everyone else in the fighting gym was strong.

Very average.

It’s just that there are at least several thousand residents on the island, and we don’t know the contact information for the time being, so it’s not easy to control them all..."

Someone said aloud: "Kenwa refuses to cooperate with us. He has many people under his command. If he brings them here, we won't have to worry about this matter."

Another person said disdainfully: "Don't pay attention to this lunatic. He thinks that by accepting the power given by the above, he can ignore the captain. He is just a clown, and his strength is only that. He is not himself."

If you come from cultivation, how far can you go if you rely on gifts from others?"

Utic said in a deep voice: "You're right. Only the power you gain truly belongs to you. It doesn't matter how many people are on the island. When the time comes, we will just control the main ferries and docks. When the storm comes,

No one can cross the sea at will."

One of the team members suddenly said: "Captain, there have been a lot of people wandering around recently, as if they are searching for something. Others should be eyeing this place, and there is definitely more than one. We seem to have quite a few opponents."

Utico said with a cold expression: "Don't worry about it for now, let's focus on our own plan. If it hinders us, then let's kill it together."

Two days later, on July 15th, strong winds arose on the sea surface. On the reef closest to Feiguang Island, the turbulence team, all of whom had already put on diving suits, waited until night fell and jumped into the surging waves one by one.

Among them, he swam towards the location of Feiguang Island.

There are six people in their elite team. Everyone is a third-level fighter. They are very good at cooperative sieges. Utico has already cultivated spiritual power. This is definitely not something that ordinary third-level fighters can fight against.

, so they are very confident in this operation.

More than forty minutes later, the Turbulence Team arrived at Feiguang Island.

The team members who had been to the island before had placed some equipment nearby. After they arrived, they took it out smoothly and put on the equipment.

Most of them had crossbows and projectiles in their hands. Although the firearms were good, they were noisy and not as useful as those they threw directly at close range.

With their strength, they can kill the entire village within ten minutes, but they have no intention of doing so. After all, they are planning to stay here for a long time. If the rift is here, they will not be able to leave here, and they will need someone to help them.

They provide services and necessities of life.

As long as the village bosses and people in the fighting gym are eliminated, or these people are controlled, they can replace the original ecological niche of the fighting gym.

After everyone was ready, they immediately moved quickly up the mountain.

On the platform halfway up the mountain, in front of the lotus stone throne, Taru was kneeling there. After embarking on the spiritual path of spiritual power, she used breath control instead of sleep most nights, and used the influence of the lotus seat to practice.

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At this time, she suddenly felt something, as if a stone had been thrown into the lake, causing an obvious disturbance.

She opened her eyes, stood up, took a long stick in her hand, and jumped back at the same time. The moment she left, several hastily fired crossbow arrows fell at her feet.

At the same time, the shadow of her stick rolled while she was leaping, deflecting the remaining arrows and thrown objects. Several auras appeared around her, forming a large encirclement around her, and headed towards her.

Gather and press.

Tarrou glanced at them, but had no intention of competing with them. She swung her stick and ran away, because she was sure at a glance that these people could not be dealt with by herself.

Old Tarrou once told her, if you can beat her, then fight her; if you can't beat her, then run away.

"Um?"

Utico has thought about many possibilities, and has also expected such a situation, but after all, you are the heir of the fighting gym, so many people regard you as their patron saint, so you just ran away without even losing your face?

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