Seeing Li Qiushi's affection for Cheng Yaojia, Lu Hong carried three Qianyuan bags and walked into the depths of the bamboo forest alone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The breeze in the forest is gentle, the bamboo leaves are lightly blowing, and the shallow sword marks on the bamboo branches seem to be swaying.

Lu Hong observed all the way, meditated all the way, this sword mark seemed ordinary, but it always gave him a sense of escape and obscurity.

When Lin Xiaowu lived in Xiaoyao Peak, his cultivation was already in the realm, and in the cultivation world, from Cheng Yaojia, why not think about such a first glimpse of the doorway to Fan Gang, Ruan Lingyin, and then to Lin Xiaowu's peak, there is a long way to go, and many people have achieved nothing more than a small success in their lives.

As for Fan Gang, Ruan Lingyin, who crossed the first threshold in less than thirty years, is already a rare talent, and he is quite courteous in the sect.

Lu Hong sat under a green bamboo, opened the Qianyuan bag of Wang Sheng and the three of them, and looked at it, which contained nine flying swords and twenty-four spirit stones.

Lu Hong couldn't help but shake his head, the ordinary disciples of the Red Mansion could only receive five or six spirit stones per month, while Wang Sheng and the three of them were just little waiters in the Peony Pavilion, and each of them could receive eight spirit stones. The arrogance of the Peony Pavilion can be seen.

In addition, there are three exorcism talismans, five elixirs, gold and silver, rouge gouache and other things.

Thinking of Wang Sheng, a man with eyebrows, painting these women's things every day to please Du Hehuan, Lu Hong couldn't help but feel a burst of hair in his heart.

And the biggest gain is the "Sword Poison Secret Codex" found in Wang Shengqianyuan's bag, the matter between Du Hehuan and the Holy Fire Sect in the Western Regions in the past was not chasing after the wind, and his sword, palm, and poison three stunts were even a headache in the sword world.

If it weren't for his ability, the master of the Red Mansion, who had always been arrogant, would not have spared his talents so much, and he didn't even care about his past bad deeds, and even connived at him to do anything wrong in this holy place.

When I opened the "Sword Poison Secret Codex", I saw that most of the records in it except for the exquisite swordsmanship were the methods of quenching poison, quenching poison in the sword, quenching poison in the palm, and even quenching poison in the heart and aura. It has a general description of all kinds of poisonous insects in the Western Regions, poisonous flowers, and their respective infests and growing places.

Lu Hong has only heard of Du Hehuan's name, but has not seen his name, and after reading this sword poison today, I have to admit that although this person has a unique habit and is ruthless, his knowledge, cultivation, and realm are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"If an ordinary monk is painstakingly immersed in poison, it will be difficult to distract himself from cultivating the mental method, and the realm will be difficult to improve, but Du Hehuan has not only used poison, but his cultivation has also become supernatural, and when he is against the enemy, if he is injured to the slightest point, his life will not be saved, even if he temporarily suppresses the poison that enters the body with his spiritual power, his combat power will inevitably be greatly depleted. Back then, Ren Feixian suffered a loss here, although he hit Du Hehuan hard, he also died of poison after the sword of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain......",

Lu Hong sighed, Ren Feixian was a sword cultivator who was selected by Xinghua Village in the previous generation, and he was cultivated with all his strength. He traced the traces of the curse of the Xianmen until he reached the Holy Fire Sect in the Western Regions, and he planned to go to the sect leader Wei Qinghong to ask, but he didn't expect to meet Du Hehuan when he arrived at Dasheng Pass, and finally died in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

Ren Feixian has been favored by Xinghua Village since he was a child, but he failed to relieve the Xianmen curse for the people of Xinghua Village, and returned to his hometown without shame, so he drove the gluttonous remnant soul to send what he had learned all his life back to Xinghua Village before he died.

Later, Sun Yao refined the gluttonous soul in Lu Hong's body, helped him practice the gluttonous skills of the heart, and participated in the six-style sword finch with him.

In the past, Ren Feixian had a grudge with Du Hehuan, and decades later, his next-generation heirs had a grudge with Du Hehuan's favorite boy.

Lu Hong placed the nine flying swords on the ground and took out a picture scroll from his Qianyuan bag.

The scroll is less than three feet wide, with twelve talismans on it, tightly bound with white cloth.

Lu Hong untied the white cloth and opened the scroll, only to see that the scroll was about a zhang long and black, blurred in the east and west, but the patterns of a few small swords in the black ink were faintly visible.

This scroll was originally lifeless, but as soon as it was opened, the nine flying swords on the ground trembled, and the sword intent flew out. In a short time, all the qi that turned into mist was absorbed by the scroll, and the light on the body of the nine flying swords was first dimmed, then rust was born, and finally all of them turned into scrap copper and rotten iron.

The flying swords of Wang Sheng and the three of them were all of the highest grade, but after the sword intent of these nine flying swords was sucked into the picture scroll, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and a fingernail-sized sword light in the pitch-black ink disappeared without a trace in a flash.

And the picture scroll was not satisfied at all after devouring the essence of the nine swords, and the talisman seals on the three swords behind Lu Hong suddenly trembled, and the Zhengyang sword on his waist trembled violently, as if making a wailing sound.

Lu Hong's heart moved, and he hurriedly crossed his qi in the twelve rune seals, closed the picture scroll, and tied it tightly with a white cloth.

When I looked at the Zhengyang Sword again, I saw that the pure Yang Gang Qi on it had lost nearly one-third.

"This Qianqiu Sword Diagram is even more domineering than my gluttonous skills",

Lu Hong smiled bitterly.

He put the Qianqiu Ba Sword Diagram into the Qianyuan bag, and was about to crush the spirit stone and devour the spiritual energy, when he suddenly heard the wind outside his body move.

The sound of the wind was very light, but it was like a grain of stone falling into the lake, causing ripples, and the wind became more and more rapid. Thousands of green bamboos in the bamboo forest shook suddenly, Lu Hong's long hair flew upside down, and then with a "click", a green bamboo broke from the middle, and the broken place was exactly the sword mark left by Lin Xiaowu, and a blazing and matchless sword qi shot towards Lu Hong without warning.

This sudden change shocked Lu Hong's heart, and he pulled out the Zhengyang Sword, ran the Xuan Gong, and used all his strength to resist this sword.

"When",

The sword qi came like a white rainbow, and there was a loud bang on the body of the Zhengyang sword, and a crack appeared on the body of the Zhengyang sword in the piercing sound.

The spirit pattern was like rippling water, Lu Hong only felt that his chest was like a collision, and this sudden sword qi faintly had the atmosphere of rivers and seas rushing, the qi and blood in his body were surging, and the Xuan Gong was stagnant, and his body flew out involuntarily.

"Click, click",

After a sword, the wind became stronger, the green bamboos broke one after another, the sound of fluttering was endless, and the dense bamboo forest was instantly destroyed by a devastating momentum.

And the next moment, it was ten thousand sword qi that converged into a majestic sword sea in the air, galloping like thousands of troops.

Lu Hong used the Zhengyang Sword to resist a sword that was already a sword injury, and at this time, he suddenly found himself in this majestic sea of qi, like a lonely boat in the rough sea, as long as a wave hit, it would be shattered.

Knowing that it is inevitable to die here today, Lu Hong still intends to give his life a fight, and at the moment the two mental methods of Mixed Yuan Gong and Gluttonous Gong are running at the same time, with red makeup, green glass, and three swords of palpitation unfolding like a folding fan, and the sword qi in front of him is like a peacock.

At the moment when the majestic sword sea was surging, he smelled a faint aroma coming from behind him, followed by a loud sword roar, and another majestic sword qi came suddenly.

A pair of beautiful feet stepped into the bamboo forest with pointed steps, the wind blew, and the white clothes were blowing.