The three of them sighed with emotion in their hearts, and watched Ji go away. Wen Feng turned around first, walked out of the guest room, and returned to the hall to sit down.

Yan Zhuoran looked at the scenery in the hall, gently pressed his palm to his chest, remembering that he was fatally injured last night, and his life was in danger, but this morning he was injured and his skills seemed to have improved slightly, and he felt like he was in a different world.

Fang Cai Yan Zhuoran conjured up the incarnation with a black jade and white frost pen, Ye Lan waved his palm and struck Ji Hui, Wen Feng saw it in his eyes, knowing that the two of them had full powers, he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, his palm touched the armrest of the seat that was half crushed by himself, and sadness and anger surged into his heart again. He lowered his head and was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and said to Yan Zhuoran: "My third brother and I are going to find Zhu Wenchang and avenge Wenquan, Brother Yan, are you going or not?"

Yan Zhuoran listened to Wen Feng's question, smiled slightly bitterly, but did not answer, just looked at him quietly, with a rather complicated look in his eyes. Wen Feng looked at him coldly, not urging.

Ye Lan was also anxious to avenge the eldest grandson Wenquan, and he wished that Yan Zhuoran would go with him, but seeing that he didn't speak, he couldn't help but show a trace of expectation in his eyes.

Yan Zhuoran was silent for a long time, suddenly shook his head slightly, and muttered: "Since Brother Wen asked him like this, it is obvious that he has not been able to make friends with Yan, but he has underestimated Yan......

Wen Feng's expression changed, and he wanted to speak, but he saw Yan Zhuoran turn his head and asked Ye Lan: "Brother Ye, your Xuanbing Fire Fan was snatched by Zhu Wenchang's gang, and you lost your sword, if you go to seek revenge empty-handed, it will be inconvenient." The eldest grandson brother and the Lin brother each left a piece of immortal weapon, you might as well choose a sacrificial one to refine into the body, so that we can have a few more chances of winning. ”

Ye Lan heard him call the immortal sword of the eldest grandson Wenquan a relic, thinking of the tragic death of the second brother, his heart was sour, and he said astringently: "No, it takes too much effort to refine the magic weapon, if it is delayed for a long time, let Zhu Wenchang take away the treasure of Chixuan, then it will be a disaster." There is another blade in my qi sea, and it will be used first......"

Yan Zhuoran sighed and said secretly: "Such a big event, how can Zhu Wenchang go alone? He will definitely invite more helpers, the three of us are already outnumbered, if you don't use the immortal weapon, we will have a little less hope of survival." Just wanted to persuade a few words, suddenly saw Ye Lan wave his hand lightly, the hall suddenly blue light dazzling, he already had a three-foot long sword in his hand, the sword body was as blue as a dream, and the layers of blue halo were like ocean tides, rippling in all directions.

Yan Zhuoran only felt a chill invade his body, and couldn't help but praise: "Good sword!" After taking a closer look, he saw that the waves on the sword were faint, as if there was a stream of water surging in the middle. He admired in his heart, secretly thinking that his black jade and white frost pen was already the top grade in the immortal weapon, but compared with the fairy sword in front of him, it was obviously inferior.

Wen Feng looked at the blue and faint blade of the Shocking Sword, sighed lightly, and said: "Third brother, although your Shocking Sword can't be considered bad, after all, it can't be compared with an artifact like the Xuanbing Fire Fan, you haven't used this sword for a long time, it's unfamiliar, you might as well dance the sword and ponder it a few times first, so as to enhance the sense of this magic weapon." ”

Ye Lan nodded in agreement, stood up, walked to the center of the hall, lowered his head to look at the tip of the sword, groaned slightly, and then pinched a sword trick in his left hand, and the sword suddenly burst into light, burning like a blue torch. He stabbed a sword in the east and a sword in the west, and the sword was very slow, and with each sword, he paused slightly, frowned, and looked pensive. As he continued to draw out the sword, the chill in the hall gradually increased, and after he came out of the seven or eight swords, there were snowflakes born from the sword circumference, falling to the ground and then dissolving.

Wen Feng stared at the sword light that came and went, nodded slightly, turned to Yan Zhuoran and said, "Brother Yan, do you remember where the treasure is?"

Yan Zhuoran nodded, took out the Heaven and Earth Compass and said, "That place is quite far away from here, I am afraid it will take a while to find it, but it should not be difficult to find." As he spoke, he pointed to the compass, and the scenery of the city appeared in the hall. He slowly turned the compass, and the mountains and rivers in the hall rose and fell, like a shadow puppet play, changing rapidly.

Wen Feng saw Ye Lan figuring out the Shocking Sword, Yan Zhuoran looking for the treasure place, and the two of them were busy concentrating, but they left him aside. He sat quietly for a long time, feeling bored, and suddenly remembered that the immortal sword of the eldest grandson Wenquan and Lin Wenyong's immortal gourd were still left in the backyard, so he got up and walked back.

In the blink of an eye, I came to the backyard, only to see the breeze blowing, blowing the grass and ashes on the ground. The two magic weapons were lying on the ground, both covered with a lot of dust, but they were still shining brightly.

Wen Feng bent down to pick up the long sword, gently wiped the dust on it, remembering that a few days ago, the eldest grandson Wen Quanshang held this sword in his hand and talked and laughed with himself, and now the fairy sword is still sharp, but the people are no longer in the world, I can't help but feel a sharp pain in my heart, I lost my mind, my fingers brushed the blade of the sword, and the skin was already cut.

Wen Feng looked at the blood on his fingertips, suddenly stretched out his hand, and danced wildly in the air. Blood burst out from his fingertips, congealing into blood words in the air. He wrote in one go, staring at his fingers, and there were three bright red characters floating in the air, which were Zhu Wenchang.

Wen Feng's sword crossed his right hand, and he shouted, the sword was like a dragon in the sky, passing through the three words of Zhu Wenchang, and the blood word shrank sharply and was attached to the sword body. He turned his Xuan Gong a few times, and a trace of white gas came out of the sword, and when the white gas dissipated, three blood characters were clearly printed on the spine of the sword near the hilt. The handwriting is reflected by the fairy light on the sword, and the red light is faint, and the evil spirit is compelling.

Wen Feng stared at the blood words on the sword, and said word by word: "Wen Quan, don't worry, I will definitely kill Zhu Wenchang with your sword, this matter will not be completed in one day, and the handwriting on the sword will not be scattered for a day!"

He had the intention of refining this immortal sword sacrifice into his body, but he hesitated slightly, but then gave up. It takes a lot of time to refine the new magic weapon, it will take at least two or three days, and he is eager to seek revenge on Zhu Wenchang, and he really doesn't want to delay. Moreover, he is used to using the green axe, if he suddenly changes to the sword, it will inevitably be unfamiliar, although this long sword is an immortal weapon, it may not be beneficial to improve his combat power.

Thinking of this, he reached into his arms and took out a palm-sized bag, which was pure black in color, non-cloth and non-leather, and had a very peculiar texture. Wen Feng opened the mouth of the bag and put the fairy sword and the fairy gourd into the bag.

This bag is called the treasure bag, the capacity is very small, not like the Qiankun bag can hold a huge amount of items, but there is a use that the Qiankun bag does not have, that is, it can hold magic weapons. The treasure bag is hard and has a built-in magic circle, so it can resist the aura emitted by the magic weapon. This item is difficult to refine, and the price is expensive, far exceeding the Qiankun bag, and ordinary monks cannot afford to buy it. Wen Feng has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and there are quite a lot of magic weapons obtained from treasure hunting over the years, but he has prepared this treasure bag early in order to store excess magic weapons.

Wen Feng put away the magic weapon and turned around and returned to the front hall. Seeing that the phantom of the mountains and rivers in the hall was changing rapidly, Yan Zhuoran was still concentrating on finding the treasure. Wen Feng didn't say a word, sat in the chair and waited with peace of mind, and after another half an hour, the mountains and rivers suddenly stopped, only to hear Yan Zhuoran say: "It should be here!"

Wen Feng had also carefully looked at the picture on the front of the Xuanbing Fire Fan, and remembered the mountain peaks depicted in the picture. He stood up, looked at the rolling mountains in the hall and looked at the shape drawn on the fan, and nodded slightly: "That's right, this is it!"

Yan Zhuoran relied on his memory and pointed to a mountain peak, which was the one with the portal in the picture. The mountain peak turned into a fist-sized phantom, floating in front of Yan Zhuoran.

Seeing that they had finally found the place where the treasure was hidden, the two of them were overjoyed, glanced at each other, and at the same time turned their heads to look at Ye Lan, seeing that he had already stopped dancing the sword, holding the sword in his right hand, and rubbing the two fingers of his left hand back and forth on the spine of the sword, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking.

Seeing this, Wen Feng coughed lightly. asked, "Third brother, is this sword still at your disposal?"

When Ye Lan heard this, his brows furrowed even deeper, there was confusion in his eyes, he was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "Don't tell the big brother, this sword is indeed a little disobedient." The last time I used this sword, it was only in the Tengyun realm, because my cultivation was too low, I couldn't exert the full power of this sword, but at that time, this sword was connected with my heart, and it was easy to use without stagnation. At this moment, my cultivation has reached the stargazing realm, and it stands to reason that the feeling of this sword should be more close, but somehow, this sword and my true yuan not only do not react, but also have a faint sense of rejection, this matter is so strange, but I don't know what the reason is?"

Wen Feng didn't know the reason, he pondered for a long time, and shook his head slightly. Suddenly, Yan Zhuoran said: "Generally speaking, the deeper the monk's cultivation, the stronger the sense with the magic weapon, and there is no reason for the cultivation to deepen and the magic weapon to weaken." Unless...... , unless the magic weapon is invaded by evil forces and damages the spiritual power, or the monk has newly cultivated a different kind of exercise, which is contrary to the nature of the magic weapon......

When Ye Lan heard him say this, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he thought of something: "These days, I have used Xuantian Wuji Gong to practice against the enemy, this exercise was created by Chixuan, and the Xuanbing Fire Fan was also refined by him. I only learned this Xuantian Wuji Gong in the Juyang Chapter, but the Shocking Sword is the most yin and cold thing, I think it is in conflict with the masculine true element of the Juyang chapter, and the spiritual power on the sword is suppressed by the masculine true element, so it can't show its power......"

Thinking of this, he lifted his long sword and lightly pointed it out. He deliberately stopped using the Juyang Chapter Exercise this time, and this sword was based on the family tradition of meditation. Halfway through the sword, the hall suddenly became cold, and Xiaoice Ling was born from the sword and fell to the ground one after another. Ye Lan's arm was raised flat, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and seven swords came out in a row. The sword broke through the sky like a flying star, and disappeared in a flash. As soon as the seven swords passed, the chill in the hall deepened, only a few crisp sounds were heard, and the two teacups on the table shattered into pieces and fell on the table. The tea in the cup did not spill, but condensed into two pieces of ice, standing in a pile of broken porcelain.

Yan Zhuoran only felt the cold qi invade his body, and when he saw that Ye Lan's sword power could condense into ice, he also felt admiration in his heart, and nodded slightly, knowing that if he hadn't healed from his injuries and his skills had recovered as before, he would not be able to withstand this cold.

As soon as Ye Lan counted the swords, his heart immediately brightened, and he knew that what he expected was good. There is no chill in the meditation technique itself, Ye Lan uses it to drive the Shocking Sword, and it can actually condense water into ice, which is naturally all the power of the Shocking Sword itself. His previous cultivation was too low, and the Shocking Sword spontaneously protected the Lord, and the cold was restrained and not announced. Now that his skills have improved greatly, the Shocking Sword is at ease, and he knows that he doesn't have to take care of his master at this time, so he has brought his power into play.