"Dad, what if Xiao Long is from the Long family, and my aunt really has his child?" Shen Xitian frowned and said worriedly. Music-Text-

"Son, this person lives in the world, there are always many choices, when you are powerless to change, you have to learn to adapt, welcome, even give up. Only if you are willing to give up, you will get it. Your ancestor is a master of the world, even if it is the spirit world, it is also a person second to none. Do you think that if we oppose him, we will have good fruit to eat? But if we actively cooperate with your ancestor, he will be happy and reward the spiritual elixir or something, and when the time comes, our father and son's skills will be greatly improved, and we can also go to the spiritual world. Shen Gonghu looked at Shen Xitian solemnly and said: "If Xiao Long is a member of the Long family and succeeds in recognizing the master flying sword, your master must know that when the time comes, Xiao Long must hand it over." If your ancestor doesn't ask about your aunt, we don't have to mention it, but once your ancestor knows......" Shen Gonghu gritted his teeth and said: "Then let your aunt beat the child, if she doesn't agree, it will only create an accident." ”

"Dad, I see." Shen Xitian nodded slightly, feeling a little chill in his heart.

"Son, don't feel unbearable, this world is the law of the jungle." Shen Gonghu patted his son's shoulder and said with a smile.

"But, Dad, although the ancestor is powerful, the Long family is not easy to mess with, if the Long family knows that we help the ancestor deal with their descendants, and then retaliate, our family will be finished." Shen Xitian said worriedly.

"Of course, I thought about what you said. However, in this situation, we can only stand aside. Compared with your master and ancestor, the Long family is still more reliable and advantageous on your master's side. Son, although family affection is important, but sometimes, what should be given up, must be abandoned. ”

"Dad, you don't have to worry, I know what to choose." Shen Xitian said softly, feeling a little depressed.

"It's good that you know. Rest well, get some sleep, and everything will be fine. With that, he got up and left.

Looking at his father's back, a trace of inexplicable sadness flashed in Shen Xitian's eyes. He had a feeling that Xiao Long should be a member of the Long family. He was worried about his aunt. My aunt is the person who loves him the most in the family besides my grandfather.

Xiao Long didn't know that the danger was approaching step by step, and he was happily playing with the little sword. With the small sword as the bone and the Ziyang True Qi as the flesh, Xiao Long condensed a three-foot green peak. The moves depicted in the memories were slowly rehearsed.

He doesn't need to deliberately practice these martial arts at all, as long as he looks at them once, he can master a rough idea, practice them a few times, and basically learn them. Apply against the enemy, at your fingertips. The more he pondered about this little sword, the more he liked it, and the little sword seemed to understand Xiao Long's intentions, like an elf, as if he wanted to fly for nine days and travel in the sky.

"The book says that a good sword can carry internal force, but I don't know if this little sword is okay." Xiao Long pondered, and slowly poured a trace of Ziyang True Qi into the little sword. Xiao Long felt as if there was a thin film wrapped around the little sword, blocking the entry of true qi.

"Huh? Can't get in? Isn't it possible to infuse true qi? Xiao Long retracted Ziyang's true qi in confusion. He was a little unrelenting, and took the tattered guillotine, and the purple yang true qi poured in, and the guillotine immediately emitted a layer of purple light, and the rust on it fell one after another, revealing the rusted pitted blade inside.

"Even a guillotine can infuse true qi, why can't this little sword?" Xiao Long was very puzzled, and shook the guillotine twice, and the guillotine exploded into a pile of iron powder like a piece of paper in a hurricane.

Xiao Long was a little stunned to look at the iron powder on the ground, and it took a long time to react, it was the reason why he was infused with true qi.

No wonder only a sword with a good material can carry true qi!

Xiao Long shifted his attention back to the little sword, and the true qi overflowed, wrapped it, and condensed it into a small furnace, and the purple qi inside it rose, as if it was burning with flames, and the small sword kept trembling inside, but Xiao Long did not feel afraid, but excited.

That's right, it's excitement. Xiao Jian was sending him an excited message, which surprised Xiao Long.

Before, Xiao Long dripped blood to recognize the lord and got a lot of information, he thought that someone had sealed it in the sword with a special technique, and the information would be released after someone recognized the master. This kind of thing is not unusual. But can a sword communicate with people like a living being?

Xiao Long paid close attention to all the changes in the little sword, and gradually, he found that the surface of the little sword seemed to overflow with a kind of black and purple strange energy, this energy seemed to be alive, and as soon as the little sword overflowed, it was about to break through Xiao Long's true qi and escape. I don't know why, Xiao Long always felt that this thing was not a good thing, and it should not be allowed to escape, otherwise it would suffer endlessly, so Xiao Long suddenly increased the amount of True Qi and continuously spread ten layers of Ziyang True Qi Energy Layer.

The black energy seemed to be very afraid of the Ziyang True Qi, and it was burned with a loud sound, stringing up and down, violently impacting, and continuously breaking through the eight Ziyang True Qi layers arranged by Xiao Long before it could not be sustained, and it exploded into a black mist with a 'bang', and then, a roar came from inside, and finally it was all refined into intangible.

In the spirit world, after She Weiyang sent his disciples, he returned to the Danfang with peace of mind to continue his face. He was not worried about his disciple's going to the human realm. But just when he was urging the true fire and continuing to warm up the elixir, he suddenly felt a burst of upset, and then, in the dark, it seemed that a thread connecting the soul had been torn off, which made him feel painful. A mouthful of blood spurted out, the fire control was unstable, and a scorched smell immediately emanated from the Dan furnace, and all the elixirs that were about to be refined in the furnace were scrapped.

She Weiyang's face was frightened and incredulous.

"Who, who, who, exactly? It was able to break the ban I left on the Blood Drinking Sword, and I was able to refine it to the bottom, and I couldn't escape, and my soul was injured. ”

Could it be that someone from the Long family's old antique entered the world and took the blood-drinking sword? If so, Fei Ke is in danger.

Sighing secretly, his soul is injured now, and he must retreat and cultivate immediately, otherwise, it will be detrimental to his future cultivation and he will not be able to go to the human world. As for the safety of the apprentices, it can only be left to fate.

Xiao Long refined the outer layer of the small sword in one fell swoop, and the Ziyang True Qi immediately entered the small sword unimpeded, and immediately, a large amount of information rushed to his face.

"Sure enough, it's a flying sword, in the world, there really is a flying sword, and it's a medium-grade spiritual weapon." Xiao Long couldn't help but be overjoyed. As soon as his heart moved, the little sword immediately floated slowly, swaying, like a toddler. Xiao Long concentrated his mind and connected with the Ziyang True Qi in the flying sword, and then pointed to a big stone in the distance, and the flying sword immediately flew out like an arrow from Xuan, like cutting tofu, drilling a hole in the stone.

"Good sword, good sword." Xiao Long beckoned, and the little sword immediately flew back into his hand. Xiao Longle's hands danced.

Just when Xiao Long was refining the prohibition and completely controlling the application of the flying sword, Shen Gonghu's family ushered in a distinguished guest.

A monk from the spiritual realm, Lu Yunfei