Then the mutilated blue ring disappeared into the air, and the sword spirit that flew towards Xiaochen left a deep scar on his left chest, which was the result of his quick reaction and timely control of the sword spirit. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After this attempt, Xiaochen wanted to absorb a large number of sword spirits, and the idea of using them as a means of saving his life in the future could only be frustrated, but he could "steal" nearly a hundred sword spirits, and Xiaochen's heart had already blossomed. If you don't know how to control swordsmanship, you are also a foundation building monk, who can deal with these nearly 100 sword spirits, that is, if you become a monk, you will not be able to reach the later stage, or even if you are consummated, when you encounter a sword spirit of this scale, you can only turn your head and slip away.

Even if he only absorbed nearly a hundred sword spirits, Xiaochen had already had one time, and in the hands of the Yuan Shen monk, he still had a major problem that the remnant light sword summoned by Xiaochen did not have a large range of effect.

And once these sword spirits leave the space in his body, if they don't have time to stick to the five-colored light filament, they will fly away and cannot be used again, if they don't release them all at once. When encountering a master in the womb period, it will not play much role, there are advantages and disadvantages, and the "strength" obtained by such a trick can only be used at the most critical moment.

Under the care of Xiao Hei and Xiao Qing, Xiao Chen removed the remnant light sword, started from scratch, practiced repeatedly, and only when he exhausted the last trace of spiritual power, did he leave the place of cultivation and return to the place where the evil qi was weak, refining the evil qi while restoring the true element.

After many exercises, Xiaochen used the sword control technique again, and he was already able to catch it, and he would not waste any more true yuan, and the residual light sword summoned was also a little bigger than at the beginning, and the light filaments emitted were also a little more, but no matter how Xiaochen tried, he couldn't inhale a sword spirit into his body.

In addition, refining into the body of evil qi, Xiaochen has just started, and it is still far from the "condensation of evil qi" mentioned in the secret book, and this is not something that can be refined in a while and a half.

The sick old man allowed himself to cultivate here for two years, it was definitely not a requirement to refine the body of evil qi, after all, this was impossible, even if there was no resistance at all, and there was unlimited evil qi for refining, it was not possible to do it in two years.

Moreover, this refining into a body of evil qi and keeping the mind from loss is the most difficult, and this point, as the power of qi and blood in Xiaochen's body becomes more and more, he deeply understands it.

Heaven is not kind, to make up for it with diligence, even if he is transformed into a half-immortal body by the Qing Ming aura, Xiaochen's talent in cultivation is still no different from before, his qualifications are mediocre, and he barely cultivates.

This is Xiaohei Xiaoqing's evaluation of Xiaochen, which makes Xiaochen only smile bitterly, speechless, Xiaohei Xiaoqing will not tell lies, nor will he consider how Xiaochen feels after hearing it.

Although the talent is insufficient, Xiaochen really worked hard, and after coming to the Remnant Sword Dao to start cultivating, he almost never sleeped, and spent every moment on improving his cultivation and refining his body, Rao is so, two years have passed, and Xiaochen is only the first layer of the Xuantian Dao.

Converted a small part of the true element into spiritual power, there is still a short distance from the first layer of Qingchen Jue to achieve, aside from the fact that it only took a short time from qi induction to foundation building, this is the gift of the Qing Ying Pearl, in fact, the speed of his cultivation is indeed very slow.

Needless to say, Ling Ziling Ling Xiao is such a natural talent, even many senior sisters, Xiaochen can't compare, mediocre talent, the four characters summarize Xiaochen's talent without leaving a little pride, and he is a lifeless person, the two are combined into one person, which is equivalent to completely cutting off this person's cultivation path.

But whether it was when he learned that his qualifications were mediocre, or when he heard about the lifeless person in front of the Luntai mirror, all this did not make Xiaochen doubt himself, did not waver in his determination, and did not make him think about giving up his dream.

As chic and free as a fairy, as bright and shining as a star, never against the original intention, never retreat half a step, no regrets, not worthy of the heart, this is Xiaochen's-

Immortal Dao.

Seeing that the two-year period is approaching, whether he wants to or not, Xiaochen has to leave this place, and as soon as he comes, with his current will to cultivate as a carrying energy, he can no longer bear more evil qi.

Second, the period of Xuanqing Mountain's once-in-a-century sect competition has only been a few months, not to compete for fame and fortune, in fact, Xiaochen has no fame and fortune in his eyes at all, let alone what fame and fortune can bring, all he wants is attention!

High-profile, arrogant, crazy!

This is Xiaochen.

Random, casual, casual.

This is also Xiaochen.

"Senior Sister Haoxin, this Qingling flash is the first 'spirit' and the second is 'light', and the direction you are cultivating is just the opposite. "On the Xuanmu Peak, to which Xuanqing Peak belongs, a woman dressed in the costume of the fourth generation disciple of Xuanqing Mountain was practicing spells, and just after finishing a round of cultivation, a gentle male voice came into her ears, this voice she faintly felt a little familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was for a while.

The woman called Haoxin turned around and saw a young man who did not match the voice at all, also wearing a Xuanqing Taoist uniform, but it was the costume worn by three generations of disciples, with red hair draped behind her at will, her big eyes were blazing, revealing an arrogant gaze, and a scar crossed her right eye vertically, and it was rare to save her eyes, this is Xuanyuan Yuhao, the senior brother who is known to everyone in Xuanqing Mountain.

Xuanyuan Yuhao from the mountain to today, practiced for more than 90 years, cultivation has reached the great consummation of the fetus, and he has broken through the foundation to achieve the fetal many years ago, and has become a disciple of three generations for many years, the reason why he still retains the title of senior brother, there are two reasons, he is the master of Xuanqing Mountain, Qingcang Daozun disciple, this is one, over the years, even after becoming a disciple of three generations, he has been about the same age, he has always called himself a senior brother, this is the second, over time, everyone is used to calling him a senior brother.

Hao Xin found that the red-haired man was standing on the edge of the cliff with his hands folded at the moment, looking at him with interest.

"Thank you, brother. Hao Xin lowered his head and said softly.

"Senior sister doesn't have to be polite, senior brother just passed by here, and saw that you were cultivating Qingling Shan, and senior brother happened to have also cultivated in the early years, so I gave some pointers by the way. Xuanyuan Yuhao laughed, "Senior brother still has something to do, so let's go first." ”

After speaking, he didn't stay for half a moment, the light flashed under his feet, and a long knife appeared at the bottom of his feet, supporting him and going away in an instant, leaving only a light and shadow in the air.

Hao Xin watched the senior brother leave, and didn't do anything, just turned around and silently practiced hard for the sect competition.

Xuanyuan Yuhao is such a person, he remembers the names of almost all his junior brothers and sisters, and treats any of his fellow disciples the same, knowing everything and saying everything, this is a senior brother who makes all his fellow disciples jealous.

After leaving Xuanmu Peak, Xuanyuan Yuhao drove straight to the mountain behind the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, a month ago, he ended his retreat, after the Ming Master, he was going to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to have a look, wanting to choose a practice, and make adequate preparations for the sect competition.

In the back mountain where the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is located, in the woods in front of the Tianshu Pavilion, there are two rattan reclining chairs, and the two reclining chairs are shaking and shaking, and the sick old man and Xiaochen are lying on them.

The chaise longue each contained a bunch of mortal fruits and a large bamboo tube, most of which were filled with clear and cold spring water.

Three days ago, Xiaochen ended his cultivation in the remnant sword path, did not return to Yunyoufeng, and came directly to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, that day he saw the rattan chair lying on the sick old man, it took three days to carefully make this rattan chair next to him, this morning, and went to Qingfeng Town to buy a bunch of fruits, under the heavy profit that the sick old man promised to meet his request, half of it was divided.

"Old rascal, I'll ask you to give me a fairy weapon at will. A large leaf covered his face, and Xiaochen spoke.

"All these years of books, I have read in the belly of the pig, do you think the fairy is Chinese cabbage?" said the sick old man lazily with a big leaf on his face.

Xiaochen raised his hand and took the leaves on his face and continued: "It's not for others, you said that you are the boss of a mountain, can you not be a cabbage?"

"You're still the second in the mountain. The old man still said lazily.

"Old rascal, you have to be honest, this is what you personally promised. Speaking of this, Xiaochen remembered those ignorant years, how innocent and lovely he was.

"You still owe me a request from me before, so it's settled, think about it. "How can the sick old man be entangled with Xiaochen.

"That's not good, each has its own opinion, owes you a request, you can mention it casually, and what you owe me must be repaid to me. Xiaochen is no longer the little fresh boy he was back then, he has been soaked in the "red dust big dye vat" in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for many years, gradually, he will not be controlled everywhere, and occasionally he can still grasp some initiative.

Xiaochen's idea is not uncommendable, what can he do for the sick old man to plot, and the reverse is different.

The other party is at least a great monk in the Heavenly Opportunity Period, any little gadget can make the foundation building monk extremely useful, such a request for another request seems to be flat, but in fact, Xiaochen suffered a big loss, he naturally will not agree.

"You ......" The old man didn't expect Xiaochen to refuse, and he was dumbfounded for a while.

"What am I, hurry up and bring it. Xiaochen took advantage of the situation to pursue and vowed to blackmail the sick old man.

"You see, someone is coming, and I'll talk about it later. The old man pointed wildly, reached out and took the leaf off his face, stood up and walked away.

"Old rascal!" Xiaochen gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, and then stood up and followed the sick old man.

At this time, Xiaochen saw the direction pointed by the sick old man, and a long rainbow flew in, he had no divine thoughts, so it was naturally impossible to sense, only when his eyes saw it, he could be sure.

"Little rabbit, get down!" The sick old man shouted, Xiaochen only said that a fool would listen to you, but he didn't expect that the person who came fell off the cloud and fell straight down the mountain in the sick old man's drink.

Xiaochen was startled, and looked at the fallen person blankly, his heart was ideal, could it be another person who had just learned the sword like Ling Ziling back then, and was frightened by the sick old man, and fell down in fright?

And not everyone wants Xiaochen's body to be perverted, just now, the person of Edgeworth fell from such a height, and as a result, only those who died could not die again.

So Xiaochen immediately summoned Bi Liu, desperately urged Zhenyuan, and flew towards the fallen person at the fastest speed he could achieve in his life.

The sick old man didn't speak, nor did he stop him, he just looked at Xiaochen with a smile and bowed slightly.