Among the top ten swords in Sword City, Xuan Yan only ranked one higher than Chengying, ranking eighth.

In his Cui Puyang's eyes, except for the shortcomings of talking a lot and barely being a shortcoming, everything is fine.

Originally, Cui Puyang planned to add a seventh-ranked one, but when he saw how his master looked at it, he seemed to have seen through the little caution in his heart, so he had to grit his teeth and replace it with Kan Xun, who ranked fifth.

What Huang Jiulong wanted him Cui Puyang to do was to obtain the approval of the sword in the Sword City.

Especially the kind of top ranking, not to mention the peak ten swords, that is, the shortlisted hundred swords, a thousand swords, are all listed here, ordinary swords are even better, it is like deceiving a blind man, and casually fooling the past.

But those who are in the top 100 and have sword souls in their swords are not so easy to deceive, and his brother is a ghost and a ghost, and he still teases him from time to time, Cui Puyang, a little man.

Therefore, his Cui Puyang's heart was full of sorrow at this time, and he had to go back and forth with those swords.

Thinking about it since then, I had to sigh secretly in my heart, I was bored, I was bored, I knew that I didn't tell my master so early that I had been recognized by those thousand swords, so that I, Cui Puyang, had fallen to the point where I was going to be jumped back and forth by those few sword soul swords early.

It's really a fateful time.

Huang Jiulong narrowed his eyes and whispered to Cui Puyang: "Good boy, do you want to see the hearts of people on this mountain once?"

So before he Cui Puyang nodded in agreement, Huang Jiulong turned around without giving him a chance.

Facing the crowd, he said directly: "Girl, this ancestor is happy in his heart, so he will call you two sentences, the exercise is a good exercise, is it your own master told you, first the first layer into it, the second layer wakes up in it, the third layer breaks it, and then the exercise is completed, and you will practice the supreme swordsmanship?"

Huang Jiulong didn't mean anything, most of the monks were dumbfounded, you look at me, I also look at you.

There is only one person, whose body is condensed, stunned in place, is Lin Yan'er, who has not cultivated to the early stage of King Xuan.

Huang Jiulong continued: "In the old man's opinion, the exercises are barely enough, but after passing the three levels, it doesn't seem to be a difficult thing to get a Xuan Emperor of the Three Realms, but your master is stupid, for others, you need to crawl slowly, and you don't need it, hehe! Now is a good opportunity to climb to the sky, and from now on, sword cultivation is the person of my generation." ”

"The old man is not so careful and considerate to his own baby apprentice, so the girl, the avenue is close at hand, if you don't grasp it well, you can only leave a regret, it's a pity, it just so happens that the old man I can't see a good cheap embryo buried, and there are more words, as for whether to do it or not, it depends on whether you are willing to seize the opportunity, after all, the old man and I am such a tall person come and go without a trace, the clouds in the sky, floating. ”

Then, a wisp of sword intent in the crowd rose out of thin air.

The sword intent is extremely small, and the weak one is almost impossible to remember, but in the eyes of the few pure sword cultivators present, this wisp of sword intent is particularly like that.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qingfeng, who had never left Lin Yan'er's back with one eye, suddenly took a few steps backwards and screamed: "Yan'er! What's wrong with you? Don't be confused by that old guy! I'm Song Qingfeng, don't you want to be a happy pair of mountain Dao brigades with me!"

Lin Yan'er turned around and said with a normal face: "I naturally know who you are." ”

Song Qingfeng walked forward slowly, approached Lin Yan'er, and said sincerely: "Yan'er, don't scare me, say that you want to be a mountain Taolu, as long as I go back this time, I, Song Qingfeng, promise that I will definitely take the initiative to mention it to my master, okay?"

Lin Yan'er's eyes were not sharp, as if she had heard Song Qingfeng's words, and asked suspiciously, "Really?"

When Song Qingfeng nodded his head very sincerely, he had already walked in front of Lin Yan'er.

opened her arms and hugged each other, and Lin Yan'er was also like a deep in it, like a bird throwing herself into her arms.

It's the same as before, but it's different from the past.

Suddenly, Song Qingfeng's eyes suddenly became particularly ruthless, and he sent a beast horn-like mysterious weapon behind Lin Yan'er's back, which was terrifying, and it was a barely medium-grade mysterious weapon.

It was his master who lent him Song Qingfeng for use, and it was the most pressing thing in the later period of Song Qingfeng, the Xuan Master.

The reason why he pressed the bottom of the box, but had to press the bottom of the box, every time he used this mysterious weapon, half of the Xuan power around his Song Qingfeng had to be absorbed by him for driving.

And he, Song Qingfeng, knew that half of the Xuan Power would only flow into the hands of his master.

However, at this time, Song Qingfeng didn't care so much at all, when it came to life and death, what was this half of the Xuan power?

It's just that in the next moment, if he Song Qingfeng couldn't imagine anything, a cold and bone-deep thin sword penetrated through his Song Qingfeng's body, and a soft and rigid sword intent wandered in his Song Qingfeng's body and soul consciousness sea, using his sword intent and strangling him Song Qingfeng's vitality.

Song Qingfeng could clearly feel that his soul was dissipating little by little, far from the sea of knowledge, a little bit exhausted, and he wanted to raise his body and take a look at the woman's face that he was obviously holding in the palm of his hand, and now what kind of face should it be that he couldn't see clearly.

It's just that he, Song Qingfeng, was moved by his thoughts, and he couldn't move his limbs, so the young monk died like this, in the hands of a woman he never thought of.

Many monks who didn't know the ins and outs were dumbfounded.

Huang Jiulong turned around and continued to look at his disciple, "How is it?"

Cui Puyang nodded and said very seriously: "I didn't see it." ”

Huang Jiulong laughed, but he didn't blame his disciple, and said: "It's not because of the master's words, this is the life and death struggle between the two, the woman's practice is actually derived from an extremely ancient sword technique, or it is derived from that sword technique, the man estimated that he didn't know that the woman would have an examination school related to life and death with him, and the master asked if you were the woman who couldn't help but take the exam or the man." ”

Cui Puyang originally wanted to talk about men, but when he thought about it, how could a simple answer be the answer in his master's heart, but when he wanted to talk about that woman, he felt that what if it was so simple?