The master will find the scabbard for him, and Li Xianyuan is no longer worried. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info is about to say goodbye. Suddenly remembering something, he asked: "Little junior sister doesn't know where she went?"

Ning Jiya said: "Nian Lei, she is competitive and competitive, and the more she achieves good results in the six faction competitions. Ongoing retreat in the room. Xianyuan, why did you think of her?"

I haven't seen it for a long time, and I suddenly remembered it, and I couldn't help asking. Li Xianyuan replied: "There is one more thing in vain." Will the third senior brother of the six factions also participate? Will the senior brother and the second senior brother come back?"

In the past, Li Xianyuan would never be like this now, asking about the current situation of others. I don't know what happened when I went down the mountain before. But Li Xianyuan's change is so obvious, which also makes her feel a little relieved.

Could it be that the three bastards were right, Xianyuan just thought about women. It's good to take a trip to the Qinglou? Ning Jiya said in her heart. Then he took a sip, secretly hating himself for being disrespectful to the old.

The expression between her eyebrows became softer and softer, and Ning Jiya said: "The eight immortals and six factions are all open to accept disciples on the first day of July of the same year. The Six Sects are also held on the 10th day of October three months after the acceptance of the disciples, with the intention of selecting new seedlings. Your three senior brothers have passed the time early, so naturally they can't participate. As for those two stinky boys, they travel all over the world all day long, and they don't know how to come back to see them as teachers. ”

"Miaozi?"

"The Eight Immortals and Six Sects are in the same spirit. Except for the different major exercises, the books in the library are almost the same. If there are outstanding performers, they are naturally talented and focus on cultivation. ”

After receiving the explanation, Li Xianyuan nodded thoughtfully. Then he took his leave and left.

Ning Jiya thought for a while, and suddenly called Li Xianyuan: "Apprentice." ”

Li Xianyuan stood still and turned around, tilting his head in confusion: "Is there anything else to do with the master?"

"Before Nian Lei retreated, she asked me to tell you that it was a mistake to hurt you that day, and I hope you don't mind. ”

Li Xianyuan said calmly: "Young and vigorous, he will always do something that seems stupid. I'm not at ease for a long time. ”

Ning Jiya bowed her head and watched Li Xianyuan leave, her beautiful eyes revealing complexity.

She made that sentence up. In order to avoid a stalemate in the relationship between the two little apprentices, she had to act like this.

On the other side, Li Xianyuan came to the Spirit Grass Garden. Cross-seated gazebo.

The outside is drizzling and hazy, and the mountain scenery is breathtaking. In the pavilion, Li Xianyuan first closed his eyes, and his spiritual power tentacles captured the free aura of heaven and earth, and then entered the Ming Hall.

There is one more bright star in the void, and two ghost poems. Even the Great Confucians did not have such capital.

The aura of Haoran is pervasive. From the total amount alone, even lifting people is not as good as him.

Nowadays, the more I practice, the more I feel that the path of a scholar is limited. Even if the power of a terrifying ghost god is only comparable to the realms of Jin Dan and Yuan Ying.

It seems to be extraordinary, but how many people in the world can make ghost and god poems? Not to mention that mortal flesh and womb have to suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death.

The real magic of scholars lies in the spirit of Haoran, specializing in restraining demons and monsters.

The palms of the hands are stretched out against the idol. The light group of believers is still five o'clock.

After a while, Li Xianyuan opened his eyes, took the sword duel, and looked at the cultivation method.

[Qi ventilation and stilts, condensation and transformation. Temper nine turns, the party is the master. 】

The law is surprisingly simple. Remember the sixteen words. Li Xianyuan attracted the spiritual power of the dantian, and went straight up with the yin stilt veins to communicate with the purple mansion divine sense.

The spiritual power spread out of the body, as if there was water vapor permeating.

Li Xianyuan is the water spirit root, and now it is a continuous drizzle, faintly corresponding to the celestial phenomena, and it seems that he can detect that the spiritual power is much more active than usual.

Opening his eyes, Li Xianyuan's divine sense manipulated the ethereal water-colored spiritual power in front of him, like a ball of soft mud kneading, and gradually pinched out the prototype of a small water spirit sword.

Turning the sword into a duel and tempering it nine times is the greatest achievement. Li Xianyuan's existing spiritual power was not enough to support him to hammer out the Nine Turns Spirit Sword, not to mention that one turn was enough.

There are still four-fifths of the spiritual power left in the body, and it is not a big problem to temper this first spirit sword.

The sword is a complete set of sword and spirit sword. The size needs to be the same. It means that this first spirit sword is very important.

I thought of a prototype in my mind, and I thought of the tempering method of the sword duel. The divine consciousness turned into a small hammer, hammering into the mass of spiritual power.

Several pieces of spiritual power were smashed open, flew out of the court, and turned into aura. As the Divine Sense Hammer continued to fall, the spiritual power sword shape gradually became clear. Li Xianyuan constantly replenished his spiritual power, so that it would not become bigger and smaller.

There are still three-fifths of the spiritual power of the dantian, and the prototype of the spirit sword has appeared.

A three-foot-long, watery sword appeared.

The long sword has no lines, and the blade is dull. A blunt knife cuts flesh and that's what it says. Although Li Xianyuan didn't have much requirements for the appearance of the spirit sword, no one would be satisfied with this thing like a child's wooden sword and burning a fire stick.

Li Xianyuan's eyebrows ached faintly, this was due to excessive consumption of divine consciousness. Just get some sleep.

Even if there is not much incense left, Li Xianyuan's divine sense will not be inferior to that of the foundation building period monks. Even then he was so tired that he knew how difficult it was to practice.

Lack of consciousness can lead to dizziness and difficulty concentrating, or coma and unconscious. Far more troublesome than when your spiritual power runs dry. Li Xianyuan had to stop for the time being.

The consciousness is gone, and there is no support. The half-smashed spirit sword fell from mid-air. Li Xianyuan stretched out his hand to catch the blue burning stick, and placed it horizontally on his lap to restore his consciousness.

That is, sleeping.

……

Time passes. When I opened my eyes again, the tea on the table was cold, and the soil outside the pavilion was wet. I thought about it and slept for a long time.

The weariness dissipated much.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Li Xianyuan's divine sense radiated and held up the prototype of the spirit sword. His eyes were condensed, and he smashed it with a small hammer of divine consciousness without blinking.

This kind of thing should be more convenient for a blacksmith. With Li Xianyuan's character, he should have gone to the bottom of the mountain to see how the blacksmith tempered. It's just that what he lacks most now is time, how can he have free time like this.

A stick of incense passed, and the small hammer was lightly hammered a hundred times, and the spiritual power small sword had been reborn. The three-inch long sword glowed with glittering water, and the blade was like autumn frost, with a cold light.

He had an unbearable headache and frowned. Fortunately, the hard work pays off. The spirit sword was formed, and finally reached the first level of the sword duel.

Just one day.

Retracting his divine sense, the spirit sword had no support and fell from mid-air.

Li Xianyuan stretched out his hands and caught the spirit sword steadily. The hand is cool and smooth, like touching the ice, and there is a little sense of flesh and blood surging up to the heart.

The overall blue of the sword is as blue as water. Touching the blade of the sword, the hairs around him stood up, and the chill was overwhelming.

Stand up on the futon. Li Xianyuan held the hilt of the sword and walked out of the pavilion with the spirit sword in hand.

The drizzle fell like silk, and Li Xianyuan waved lightly to cut off a few rains.

Raise the spirit sword flat, the drizzle falls, and the rain does not touch the body, and it crosses the spirit sword.

It's a pity that the garden is full of spirit grass, and Li Xianyuan can't test the sword with these "compatriots".

Strong to resist the headache, Li Xianyuan's divine sense control spirit sword slowly floated. Although it is crooked and difficult to stabilize, it has begun to show its edge.

Finally, there is a spell that can really fight the enemy.

Grabbing the spirit sword in front of him, Li Xianyuan dispersed his divine consciousness and breathed a long sigh of relief. swept the dantian in his body, and suddenly froze!

His dark eyes shrunk to the size of a pin.

Now his cultivation is ...... The second layer of gas refining. (To be continued.) )