For Xuanyuan Linghan, Yang Qingyan couldn't tell how she felt about him, but she could also feel that she really liked each other.

In her previous life, Yang Qingyan also fell in love, but for some reasons, she didn't yearn for love so much, but even so, there was a handsome guy who liked him, how could he not have a trace of feeling.

Yang Qingyan glanced at Xuanyuan Ling Han, the look in his eyes surged, and then he smiled lightly, the peerless face under the veil quietly bloomed, and the look in his eyes became firm, "If we can be together one day, as long as you live up to me, I will never fail you!" ”

After hearing Xuanyuan Linghan's words, the woman surnamed Yan suddenly took a small step forward, lightly opened her lips, and was about to say something, but saw the firmness and confidence in Xuanyuan Linghan's eyes.

Especially after seeing the interaction between him and Yang Qingyan, a trace of loss flashed in the cold eyes of the woman surnamed Yan, and her lips opened slightly, then pursed them together, and quietly retreated.

The man surnamed Mo had a different color in his eyes, and his heart moved slightly, so he nodded at Xuanyuan Linghan and said, "In this case, then there is Lao Xuanyuan Daoyou." ”

Xuanyuan Ling Han glanced at him, a hint of discoloration flashed on his handsome and uncast face, his cold eyes flashed, and he nodded lightly.

A hint of cruelty and curiosity flashed in the eyes of the white-robed young man beside the man surnamed Mo, and he wanted to see how powerful the Terran cultivator who could turn swords into silk was.

Then he looked at Yang Qingyan again, a hint of discoloration flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a smile, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.

"Xuanyuan donor, I'm afraid I'll die for a lifetime, the little monk has a Yuanguang relic here, so I will temporarily borrow it from Xuanyuan donor!" A trace of pain flashed on the indifferent face of the little monk in the moon-white robe, and he took out a relic exuding golden brilliance from his body and handed it to Xuanyuan Ling Han.

I saw that this relic was about the size of a thumb, it looked like glass, it was translucent, and there was a faint flow of five-colored brilliance in it, and the entire body surface of the Yuanguang relic exuded a faint golden light.

As soon as this relic appeared, everyone felt that their minds suddenly settled down a lot, and they couldn't help but secretly praise the treasure.

Xuanyuan Ling Han glanced at the Yuanguang Relic, a hint of different color flashed in his indifferent eyes, and he took it.

In fact, this monk didn't want to give away his Yuanguang relics to others, but among them, only Xuanyuan Ling Han's mana was the deepest, and he was also a sword cultivator, as long as he was not injured by the sandstorm, he would definitely be able to kill the queen ant and break the sandstorm. Therefore, for the sake of insurance, he temporarily lent him the Yuanguang Relic.

Yang Qingyan saw the Yuanguang relics that the monk gave to Xuanyuan Linghan, his heart moved slightly, the blue light flashed in his hand, and the crystal mirror was buckled in his hand.

Xuanyuan Ling Han glanced at Yang Qingyan, and with a light touch of his big white jade-like hand, a blue sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The blue light shining on this sword is not gorgeous, it is actually a superb magic weapon.

Seeing this sword appear, the expression on Yang Qingyan's face changed suddenly, and the secret path was indeed him.

It turned out that this sword was owned by Liu Mufeng who had seen it at the beginning, and at this time, although Xuanyuan Linghan's figure and appearance were different from before, the cold temperament it exuded was more and more similar to Liu Mufeng before.

He lowered his head slightly, hiding the look in his eyes.

I saw Xuanyuan Linghan at this time, or it should be called Liu Mufeng, and I saw that as soon as he threw the sword in his hand, the blue sword emitted an extremely cold air and stood in the air out of thin air.

Where the cold air passed, a thick layer of cold ice appeared out of thin air in the entire wood spirit cover, and when everyone saw this, their faces were solemn, and there was a hint of vigilance in their eyes when they looked at Xuanyuan Linghan, obviously they didn't expect Xuanyuan Linghan to be so strong.

But when everyone was paying attention to the Ice Immortal Sword, they didn't see Liu Mufeng after casting this method, his eyebrows, which were as beautiful as Snow Peak, wrinkled slightly, and his already white jade-like face became a little whiter at this time.

Then I saw Xuanyuan Ling Han pinch it with one hand, and an extremely strong blue light emanated from the sword, and Xuanyuan Ling Han's well-proportioned body also emitted a faint blue light.

Then Xuanyuan Ling Han's body moved slightly, and it turned into a blue light and entered the blue sword.

"Turning into a sword?!" Suddenly, the man surnamed Mo exclaimed. The voice was full of incredulity and disbelief.

And except for Yang Qingyan, who didn't understand this word, the rest of the people all changed their faces greatly. There was shock in his eyes.

Yang Qingyan looked at their shocked expressions, a hint of strange color flashed in his eyes, and he asked: "Mo Daoyou, I don't know what it means to turn into a sword with my body, can I solve the little girl's doubts." ”

"The method of sword cultivation is divided into nine stages, the first stage of sword qi silk can generally be comprehended as long as a person with extremely high talent is at the peak of qi training, and the sword can only be comprehended when it reaches the foundation building period, and Xuanyuan Daoyou can comprehend this method during the qi training period, which can really be described as a demon." A trace of unwillingness flashed in the eyes of the man surnamed Mo, and he said slowly.

Hearing the words of the man surnamed Mo, a trace of surprise flashed in Yang Qingyan's eyes, and he secretly thought that his talent was already one in a million, but he didn't expect to meet a demon so soon.

And just when everyone was full of thoughts, the sword that Xuanyuan Ling Han turned into suddenly turned into a streamer and flew out of the flower and tree spirit shield, heading towards the ant queen in the sandstorm.

Without the protection of the Flower and Wood Spirit Shield, the fierce wind and sand suddenly swept towards the sword body, but a surprising scene happened, the wind and sand particles hit the sword body before it hit the sword body, and the sword body flashed blue light, blocking all the sand grains.

The blue fairy sword was like a dragon entering the sea, and the violent sandstorm couldn't even cause any damage to this fairy sword.

The queen ant in the center of the sandstorm sensed the danger, hissed, and the four pairs of wings behind her shook suddenly, and suddenly an earthy yellow light flashed, and the sand and dust seemed to be under the control of the queen ant, all rushing towards Xuanyuan Ling Han.

The blue light on the sword body of Xuanyuan Ling Han's sword exploded, freezing all the grains of sand that were attacking him, and then accelerated violently, heading towards the queen ant at a faster speed. Everywhere the blue sword passed, there was a crackling sound in the air.

When the queen ant saw that the sandstorm was useless, she suddenly screamed again, and the sand grains suddenly formed a sand wall, blocking in front of her, but although the sand wall was thick, where could it resist the power of the fairy sword. A sharp blue light flashed. The sand wall was like paper paste, and it didn't even last for a moment before it was pierced by the fairy sword, and after breaking through the sand wall, the fairy sword struck towards the queen's body with endless might.