As soon as the Ming Wang Sword fell into the pot, there was no special change, Tian Qian sighed lightly, his eyes widened unwillingly, and he stared at the Ming Wang Sword carefully.

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no strange thing happening, Tian Qian thought for a while, looked at the lines on the turtle pattern pot, and then looked at the wood ashes in the stove, thoughtfully, turned around and walked out of the room, and when he came back after a while, there were already a few more pieces of wood in his hand that were the same as in the previous stove.

This wood is not a particularly ordinary thing in the stove room, so he still asked Liu Ningyang for some.

Ignited the wood, Tian Qian immediately saw the first stripe on the turtle pattern pot, which brightened again, and the wood fire burned rapidly and gradually extinguished, when Tian Qian's heart moved, the Ming Wang Sword in the pot suddenly shone with a silver light.

Tian Qian took a few steps back, and after a while, the light dissipated, and he immediately felt a fierce intent coming from the pot.

He took a deep breath, approached cautiously, and saw the Mingwang Sword in the pot, and a dazzling silver pattern appeared that was the same as Lingmi, which was slowly fading, and finally became dark silver. When you get close, you feel cold.

"It's done, this Ming Wang Sword has successfully refined the spirit once. "At this moment, the sword spirit of King Ming came out, and it was a dream.

Tian Qian asked: "Youmeng, you have now become the sword spirit of the Ming King again, we are really fateful." ”

Youmeng said: "Tian Qian, don't keep looking for me if it's okay, it was found that it wasn't a joke, so Youmeng went back to the sword." ”

Tian Qian was ecstatic, holding the sword of King Ming and couldn't put it down, he looked at the pot again, thinking about how to dispose of this thing, and finally decided to put it here, the more so, the more no one cared.

As for the Lingmi, it is eaten and eaten, and the Ming Wang Sword is absolutely not allowed to be seen.

In the following days, Tian Qian was like a fish in water in this stove room. While refining the spirit, Tian Qian did not forget the investigation of the plague. Tian Qian felt that the character of the Gu Array family was good.

But he still felt unsafe, so he asked him to carry the pot on his back and carried it on his back, so he felt a sense of security, and staggered out of the stove room and went down the mountain.

Walking on the bluestone road of the Ancient Array Sect, Tian Qian looked at the beautiful courtyard attic around him, and a deep sense of sadness rose leisurely in his heart.

"The white horse has passed through the gap, life is like a dream, I Tian Qian has practiced so far in this life, looking back on the god, thinking about the sect back then, full of sighs. He muttered to himself with emotion, with his hands behind his back and a black pot on his back, and met a lot of miscellaneous servants on the way, and after seeing him, they all looked sideways.

Especially a few female disciples, after seeing Tian Qian, they were amused by his appearance and chuckled, and the laughter was like a silver bell, which was quite good.

Tian Qianyuan's face was slightly red, he felt that he was becoming more and more powerful, coughed dryly, and walked forward with his head held high.

It didn't take long for him to get out of the miscellaneous area of the third peak, and suddenly he saw a lot of miscellaneous servants in the distance, all of them looked excited, and ran quickly in one direction, where the mountain road of the third peak was located, and it was a place where the outer disciples haunted on weekdays.

Gradually, more miscellaneous servants ran with excitement, this scene made Tian Qian stunned, and hurriedly selected the thinnest teenager from the crowd passing by him and grabbed it.

"This brother, what's going on, why are you running there?" Tian Qian asked curiously.

The young man was grabbed by someone, showing displeasure, and Tian Qian could be seen.

"It turned out to be the noble guest Tian Qian's brother, you also go and take a look, I heard that Tianjiao Zhou Hong and Zhang Yide, among the outer disciples, are fighting in the trial ground under the mountain, and the two of them have some personal grudges, I heard that they are all six layers of condensation, such a view, how can you go to see it, maybe you can understand one or two, and gain something." After the boy explained, he was afraid that he would be too late and there was no place, so he hurriedly ran forward.

Tian Qian was very curious, and also ran over, followed the flow of people, and after a short time, he left the miscellaneous area, and arrived at the foot of the third peak, and saw that there was a huge high platform there.

This high platform is a thousand zhang in size, and at this moment there are countless miscellaneous servants densely surrounded by it, and there are even many figures on the mountain, and their clothes are obviously luxurious, all of them are outer disciples, and they are also watching.

As for the high platform, there are two young men at this moment, wearing the same luxurious robes, one has a scar on his face, and the other has a face as white as jade, and they are intertwined with each other's figures, and there are bursts of roaring sounds.

There was a treasure light shining outside the body of these two people, and a small flag in front of the scar-faced young man was windless, like an invisible hand grabbing and waving, forming a fog tiger, and the roar was deafening.

And the young man with a face as white as jade was shuttling through his figure, a small blue sword, drawing bursts of spiritual marks, and roaring away with great agility.

Tian Qian, who watched this scene, widened his eyes and took a deep breath, these two people didn't seem to have much reservation when they shot, they were murderous, and they were even quite dangerous several times, so that there were many wounds on their bodies, although there was no vital point, but they were also shocking.

This was the first time Tian Qian had seen the monk's fighting method, which was completely different from the immortal fighting method in his impression, and the fierceness and arrogance made his heart tremble.

Tian Qian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and when he saw the fog tiger transformed by the scar-faced young man Xiaoqi devouring the other person with a ferocious mouthful, Tian Qian wiped the sweat on his head, feeling that the group of people outside completely ignored the feelings of his brothers and sisters.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly retreated, but at the same time as he retreated, a loud roar came from not far away.

"Tian Qian!!"

As soon as Tian Qian turned around, a man in a green robe was rushing towards him with a cruel smile, and a wooden sword in front of him emitted an unusual light, which was obviously not comparable to the condensation layer, and at this moment drew an arc, exuding a not weak spiritual pressure, and went straight to Tian Qian.

Tian Qian saw the wooden sword coming, his pupils shrank, and he immediately felt a strong life and death crisis.

"This is going to kill me!" he let out a terrible scream and ran away.

"Killed, killed......" The voice was so loud that many miscellaneous servants around heard it, and they looked at it in surprise one by one, and even Zhou Hong and Zhang Yide, who were fighting on the high platform, also paused with each other, which shows the loudness of the sound.

Even the young man in Tsing Yi was taken aback, he obviously just shouted the other party's name and chased after him, and the sword had not yet touched the other party, but Tian Qian's screams were as if he had been stabbed a few holes in his body.

"Tian Qian has the ability, don't run!" The young man in Tsing Yi had a blue face, and the roots of his hateful teeth itched, and he went straight to Tian Qian to chase after him.

"If I hadn't been incognito, I would have killed you a long time ago, I'd still run a fart, kill someone, kill someone!" Tian Qian's scream was extremely fast, like a fat rabbit, and he was almost out of sight in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, at the top of this mountain peak, there is a hanging pavilion, in which two monks, one middle and one old, are sitting opposite each other, playing chess with each other, the middle-aged is Li Qinghou, the old man opposite him, full of white hair, ruddy complexion, there is a streamer in his eyes, he looks extraordinary, at this moment he swept the mountain and laughed.

"Qinghou, you look at the little baby who came back with Feng'er, it's a little interesting. ”

"Haha, this kid has a good talent, but it's a pity that he has a good personality. Li Qinghou had a headache, and after dropping the chess pieces, he shook his head and said.

"The children in the stove room are all arrogant, this son can get along with them, it's not simple, it's not simple. The old man touched his beard, and there was a mockery in his eyes.