Ning Qing stared at the long sword for a while, and the long sword was determined and unwavering and continued to pretend to be dead.

After two smacks, Ning Qing turned over and looked at the long sword several times, but he didn't find any inscriptions anywhere, so he couldn't know the specific name of the sword, so he had to stop his hand.

With this kind of magic weapon, Ning Qing really didn't dare to flirt too much, after all, they were not familiar with it.

In fact, the term magic weapon is just a general term.

In the cultivation realm, magic weapons are the lowest level, and if you want to advance to magic weapons, you need the master to constantly nourish and cultivate. If you still want to get out of the scope of simple things, you have to sharpen yourself in countless uses, in order to seek opportunities, and independently conceive advanced spirit treasures.

can give birth to spiritual wisdom, and condense into a humanoid phantom, at least a medium-grade spiritual treasure. It's just that it's damaged now, and the momentum is really not so sufficient, it's closer to the magic weapon.

With a snort of two more words, Ning Qing pondered about putting this sword up, otherwise it would be too ostentatious. He reached for the storage bag, but it was empty. Only then did he react, and it turned out that he had thrown away the storage bag.

There was no way, Ning Qing glanced at his whole body and pinned the sword to the waistband of his trousers.

It's not very elegant, so let's make do with it.

The long sword was silent, still stiff and pretending to be dead.

"It's a strange hobby. Ning Qing snapped the sword and walked around the cave, "Let's talk about it from the bottom of our hearts, the so-called people are dogs, weigh and go." It doesn't matter if you usually like to lie flat, but you can't drop the chain at critical moments. ”

The long sword trembled slightly, if it weren't for Ning Qing paying attention all the time, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to detect such a subtle movement.

Oh, I seem to be quite shy. Ning Qing thought as he walked around the cave.

Thinking that the magic weapon of this quality would stay in a place, how could it be a little commensurate with other treasures, holding an inch of land and not letting go of the mentality, the really poor ghost Ning Qing wandered back and forth in the cave. Unfortunately, he didn't find anything else at all, so he was speechless for a while, and walked out of the cave with his legs raised.

Ning Qing sighed with emotion: "You are so poor, you don't even have a pair of pants." ”

Poorer than him, completely poor and white.

The long sword trembled, and there was a little grievance.

“…… Don't pretend to be dead at this time?" Ning Qing twitched the corners of her mouth, but didn't say anything more. Well, he shouldn't be too greedy.

The long sword didn't move, hanging on Ning Qing's trouser belt, quietly as if he was dead again.

Ning Qing shook his head, didn't speak again, and walked forward quietly. After cultivating his good eyesight, he can still see clearly in the dark, without affecting his speed.

After a while, Ning Qing returned to the entrance of the cave, and without thinking about it, he stepped out of the cave with one foot.

At this moment, the long sword suddenly jumped up and floated into the air.

Ning Qing was stunned for a moment, then walked out of the cave with his other foot and stood still, looking up at the sword.

The sword body emitted a dazzling light, directly enveloping the place where Ning Qing's eyes could reach. The cave that originally held the long sword shook, and the heaven and earth aura inside underwent a drastic change, swarming towards the long sword.

The mysterious fluctuation appeared slightly, and he turned to another place strangely, and Ning Qing subconsciously followed it and found that it was dozens of miles away. It seems to be a canyon, and a wave of fluctuations erupted in a moment, and the changes in the aura were extremely mysterious, flashing to distant places, just like the moment when the heavenly spirit and earth treasure were born.

After doing this, the light of the long sword dissipated and slowly fell back into Ning Qing's hand.

Ning Qing looked down carefully, the sword body was no longer shiny, and became gray. The whole sword has no aura, like a mundane weapon. The intricate dark lines on it were gone, and even the pearl jade was dim, like a fake that could be seen through at a glance, and it was not high-grade at all.

Looking back behind him, Ning Qing found that the cave had shrunk a lot, and in addition to the mottled stone wall and stone milk, there was only some moss left.

No trace was left.

Ning Qing lowered his eyelids and gently stroked the sword body, this time the long sword lay quietly in his palm, unresponsive, as if his strength was exhausted, and he was so tired that he fell asleep.

Raising his head, Ning Qing saw all kinds of retreats rising into the air, and all the retreats passed above his head, whistling into the distance, and none of them noticed the movement on the top of the mountain.

I see.

Ning Qing pinned the sword back to his waist, pretended that nothing had happened, and looked into the distance, only to realize that he was at the top of the peak.

The summit was bare, and the mountainside was covered with soft grass, swaying in the wind until it stretched to the village below.

Looking at the familiar village, Ning Qing realized that the place where he landed was not a dangerous central place at all, but a small hill that was not particularly steep.

This place is called Xiaoqing Mountain, and there are only a few small villages around, and the one that can be clearly seen when looking east is Ning Qing's hometown Donghe Village, and his destination Puming Mansion is at least a thousand miles away.

Ning Qing sneered, secretly saying that the teleportation array in Luyang City was indeed inaccurate, and it would not be so large. It is estimated that those people did not dare to attack directly in the city, with the idea of teleporting him to a dangerous place. It's a pity that his hometown is not in Middle-earth, no matter how dangerous it is, how dangerous can it be?

The most dangerous part of Donghe Village is Xiaoqing Mountain, a small hill that looks a bit like a spinach nest.

Ning Qing remembered the rumors about Xiaoqing Mountain, what magic weapon left by the monk thousands of years ago, and so on, he couldn't help but touch the sword on his waist again.

In those years when he was a child, he saw treasure hunters going up the mountain more than once, and it is estimated that it has not been broken over the years. No wonder there were a few escapes just now, and the location was near Xiaoqing Mountain, so it turned out that someone was still not giving up.

It's a pity that the magic weapon has nothing to do with them.

Ning Qing's lips hooked up a slight smile, glanced at Xiao Qingshan, who was a little boiling, and swaggered back halfway up the mountain.

Under the vigilant and knowing gazes of several low-level scattered cultivators, Ning Qing pinned his longsword, which didn't look very good, and rushed to the edge of Xiaoqing Mountain with them.

is like a curious passerby, except for a somewhat arrogant attitude, there is no disobedience at all.

This also has something to do with the fact that most of the people who come to see the excitement are casual cultivators.

These scattered cultivation realms are actually very low, the high ones are only in the early stage of soul cultivation, and the low ones have just stepped into the forging body. Most of them can't get along in Central Continent, or they feel that the gap is too big, so they go to Dongyun Continent, where the aura is not abundant, and pull the tiger skin to fill the banner in this place.

They are very protective of themselves, often have a tough heart, and a body that can withstand the torment. Facing Ning Qing, who is dressed like a beggar and pretending to be a rich second generation, they will be careful not to cause trouble.

Don't look at Ning Qing is also an early stage of Qi refining, but who knows if there is a late stage of Jin Dan behind him?

Ning Qing didn't know much about their psychology, just learning from their appearance, huddled with them, looking into the distance, in fact, they couldn't see anything.

Even if you see it, it's useless, the treasure already belongs to Ning Qing.

Sure enough, the handsomeness of people is different, this world is proper to look at the face, even the sword to choose the master has to look at the face!

Ning Qing thought intoxicatedly, that sensual expression and his ragged dress made the people around him creepy, and he kept retreating to the side, and soon his surroundings became a vacuum.

Unclear Truth Onlookers: ...... Is this a sickness?

Ning Qing looked at the retreating crowd, met their eyes watching the play, and before he could speak, a few rays of light fell, interrupting his train of thought.

The monk, who exuded great power, jumped down from the magic weapon and walked towards them.

Among these monks, some of them wore moon-white gold-rimmed robes, which were unique to the deacons and disciples of the Imperial Void Sect. Those who wear other similar styles of clothing should be deacons and disciples of other sects.

Although the costumes are different, the unpleasant expression is the same.

It's just gorgeously dressed like a blind date, and the expression is miserable like a funeral.

Look at it and see that none of them have received any treasure.

Ning Qing blinked, expressing joy in her heart, but her face was the same as everyone else, showing a little envy and jealousy.

This kind of expression made the imposing deacons feel a little better.

In view of Ning Qing's standing out from the crowd, several deacons saw him at a glance and quickly recognized which disciple it was.

It's really that Ning Qing's name is too widespread, and the snake spirit disease in the legend is really not a good thing to say.

The deacons are not afraid of snake spirit disease, but Ning Qing is different, Ning Qing will tell her parents about snake spirit disease, if they want to be embarrassed, they must also weigh it in their hearts.

Several people exchanged a few glances with each other, and the deacon disciple of the Yuxu Sect who took the lead stepped forward and asked with a pleasant face, "But Ning Qing's senior nephew is in person?"

Ning Qing raised her eyebrows, she didn't expect the other party to be so polite, her heart moved, she had a plan, but her face was silent, and she grinned: "It's me." Good afternoon, uncle, have you eaten at the old man's house?"

The other side twitched, cleared his throat and said, "The poor road has been cleared. ”

Ning Qing was shocked: "Uncle Shi, why can't you think about it so much? The so-called life is eating, drinking, and wearing in the world, Ye Zhenren has to have lunch!"

The deacon's disciple said in his heart that this person was really sick with a snake spirit, and he answered vaguely, and when he wanted to ask again, he was cut off.

"Do you see anything you shouldn't see?"

Ning Qing was stunned when he heard this, this voice was a little familiar. When he turned his head, he saw a monk approaching, and his white-trimmed snow-blue robe almost pierced his eyes.

This man he had seen was the one in the illusion when he took the sword.

"What shouldn't be seen?" With a somewhat dazed look on his face, Ning Qing paused and slapped his thigh suddenly: "Oh, is that genius earth treasure?

The man raised his eyebrows, glanced at the sword on Ning Qing's waist, and said impatiently: "Where is your upbringing?

Ning Qing frowned and said disapprovingly: "This senior uncle, who blurred your eyes and made you not take me seriously?

As soon as the deacon disciple saw Ning Qing starting to climb Ye Haoyuan, he knew that it was not good. According to what he knew about Ning Qing's character, if he couldn't really do it, he would really do the matter of passing the flying sword to Ye Haoyuan and discussing the issue of upbringing with the other party in detail.

He hurriedly coughed a few times and interrupted the Xueqing Daoist robed monk: "Yuan Daoyou said that he laughed, Master Ning's nephew has always been polite, and Ye Zhenren has also praised it." ”

Ning Qing snorted: "Of course, I'm highly educated, but my temperament is a bit of a peasant!"

The deacon's disciple choked for a moment, and hurriedly said to Ning Qing: "Senior nephew is back to visit relatives, how can he be here?"

Ning Qing smacked her lips regretfully, as if she was regretting that she didn't quarrel, and said weakly: "Don't mention it, I was originally going to Puming Mansion, who ever thought of a teleportation accident." The □□ businessman in Luyang City, hum. ”

The deacon disciple knew this, his face did not leak a single bit, and he whispered a few words of relief, and then reminded Ning Qing to go back earlier.

Ning Qing waved his hand indifferently, turned around, and hummed a little song with his hands behind his back, intending to leave.

The monk in the Xueqing Dao robe was extremely unhappy, and stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Wait! You want to leave without asking anything?"