In the following days, according to the words of Third Young Master Cui, as usual, get up early, drink porridge, take a walk on the Shinto, and consume food. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It wasn't until the third day that the third young master Cui San, who finally couldn't stand such idleness, finally lost his patience, or he was really hurt by eating shallots mixed with white porridge, and rushed to the Qingqiu Sword Shrine angrily.

Then, within a stick of incense, in Xiao Qiao's extremely surprised gaze, he hurriedly rushed down, with a dignified face, and directly grabbed Cai Wenzhao's sleeve, and was about to go up.

"What's the matter, San Shao?" Cai Wenzhao's face was a little tired these days, obviously the problem that had plagued Chen Zhi for decades also trapped him.

"Why are you still so calm, Xiahou Ba is about to unlock the first sword tablet?" Third Young Master Cui gasped, obviously the walks these days had not enhanced any physical strength at all.

"I see. Cai Wenzhao didn't feel any anxiety or uneasiness after hearing this, he just lowered his body lightly, and pressed one on the Shinto and continued to rub.

"Oh, my Lord Caiyan, you, you! Third Young Master Cui couldn't hold his breath anymore, let go of Cai Wenzhao's hand, and looked at Xiao Qiao, "Xiao Qiao, do you go with me." ”

Xiao Qiao frowned lightly, forgot to look at Qingqiu, looked at Cai Wenzhao again, shook his head, and then held his knees with both hands, squatted down not far from Cai Wenzhao, and said softly like a mosquito, "I'm here to accompany him." ”

"Okay, okay, I really don't understand the two of you, count me as a third young man, my emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry. Third Young Master Cui threw down his sleeves and strode towards Qingqiu.

"The three young soldiers, the one with the greatest soldiers, seek a country rather than a city. Cai Wenzhao suddenly raised his head and said slowly, and when he said this, a touch of purple flashed in his eyes, which was extremely sharp.

Young Master Cui San's body suddenly paused, and suddenly remembered that once upon a time when he was still in the old man's arms, the old man once said to himself: "Business is like the way of soldiers, if you want to stand in an invincible position, you must always have a long-term vision and see places that no one has seen." If you take one step and think about ten steps, the gains and losses are not between one city, and only those who seek the country can always be invincible. ”

For the first time, a solemn face appeared on the smiling fat face, and the hurried steps of the third young master Cui suddenly became steady, turned around, and saluted Cai Wenzhao extremely respectfully for the first time: "Taught." ”

After saying this, Third Young Master Cui turned around again, straightened his clothes, and walked indifferently towards the sword monument, for some reason he suddenly had a lot of confidence in his heart, and he was honored because he had such a friend.

After Cai Wenzhao finished saying this, he also stood up, his body straightened, and looked at the seventeen purple and gold breaths on the green hill, and suddenly showed a meaningful solemn expression on his face: "This sword mound is not like this, the sword seeker is the last in the end." That is the master of the seventeen divine swords, which one is not a king, this sword intent is of course mysterious, and it is a great creation, but the king who holds the sword is the ultimate treasure of the sword mound, the real jewel in the crown. No wonder Chen Zhi's talent is also indecisive, it is not easy to subdue the emperor's qi, and people who do not have the emperor's destiny are afraid that they will not be able to withstand the seventeen emperors' qi. ”

Cai Wenzhao looked at the green hill, his eyes showed a trace of struggle, once he couldn't subdue the seventeen imperial qi, he could only die, so before he finally took that step, he needed to cultivate his state of mind to the peak state.

"Little Joe, give me some more time, I need to sharpen my will with the sword intent above the Shinto. Cai Wenzhao said secretly in his heart, once again falling into his own state.

In front of the first sword mound, under the stone stele, a group of people were pressed by black at this moment.

Third Young Master Cui finally squeezed in, only to see that everyone was looking at one of them at the moment.

Xiahou Ba was surrounded by a field at this moment, his eyes were closed, and the periphery of that field was like a layer of light, vibrating rhythmically, and his body was filled with a mist.

Zhu Ling was standing beside him expressionlessly at the moment, obviously protecting the Dharma for Xiahou Ba, and the face of this unfathomable former Mid-Autumn Festival banquet lord frequently showed a look of approval.

Under the sword stele, there was a sudden sound of vibration, and that frequency resonated with Xiahou Ba's field.

The mist that permeated Xiahou Ba's body suddenly slowly sank towards the bottom of his meditation, and at the same time, a complex and incomprehensible expression appeared on his face, as if he was feeling a fierce sword intent.

Suddenly, in everyone's eyes, an extremely strong fluctuation appeared in Xiahou Ba's realm, and in a light whistling sound, only a ball of light bloomed out.

That light rose into the sky, turning into a giant sword phantom in mid-air.

The sword is as graceful and clear as a hibiscus out of the water, the carvings on the hilt of the sword are like the stars running and flashing a deep light, the sword body and the sun are integrated like clear water flowing through the pond calmly and soothingly, and the sword blade is like a cliff with a thousand feet of lofty and majestic......

All the scholars looked up at the sky with a trembling heart, feeling this peerless sword intent.

Zhu Ling felt it once, and when he saw this sword at this moment, his voice still trembled: "Pure Jun Sword Intent, I finally see you again." ”

And in that sword intent phantom wrap, Xiahou Ba's entire body was like an unsheathed divine sword at this moment, and the whole person stood straight.

"Ahh

Xiahou Ba spewed out a sword qi from his mouth, and when the pair of eyes opened, the whole person seemed to have been sublimated, and his temperament became like a divine sword, sharp and unparalleled.

His eyes scanned the surroundings, and everyone had a kind of suppressed and strong breath of heart beating.

"Pure Jun Sword Intent, Return to the Position!"

Xiahou Ba mouthed the truth, and the illusory sword shadow entered his body like a swimming dragon, merging with his own realm, but he couldn't bear it for a while, and his face was flushed.

"Meditate and cross your knees, comprehend this sword intent, integrate it with the sword technique, and achieve the unparalleled sword domain with the sword intent. Zhu Ling walked out as soon as possible, and a pill appeared in his hand at some point, stuffed into Xiahou Ba's mouth, and his right hand was gently pressed on his back.

The scholar on the side saw the doorway for the first time, and his face was slightly pale: "That's the Returning Spirit Pill?"

Third Young Master Cui was also crowded in the crowd, not very clear, but most of the people in the venue knew that this Returning Spirit Pill was a holy medicine in the mortal realm, and it was a supreme divine product that built the foundation and consolidated the realm.

This Zhu Ling actually helped Xiahou Ba like this, the horror is not simply because of the relationship between Xiahou Mansion, and people with a discerning eye can see that Zhu Ling is not angry with Cai Wenzhao's previous posture, and he used Xiahou Ba's hand to humiliate Cai Wenzhao.

After Xiahou Ba took the elixir, and with the help of Zhu Ling's palm True Yuan, the whole person restrained the fierce sword intent in an instant, and the mist that permeated his body was also slowly absorbed into his body.

A restrained and domineering aura looms over this floor. A gust of wind came out, and the branches and leaves on the surrounding trees, at some point, turned into lines, scattered and scattered, clearly cut by the sword intent.

Xiahou Ba opened his eyes, stood up, turned around slowly, and looked at the place of the second sword stele, only to see a sword shadow appear in his palm, and with his footsteps, like a golden lotus on the ground, the white and flawless stone steps appeared out of thin air.

Step by step, fly up to the second floor.

A scholar from the prince's family stood up for the first time and looked at Xiahouba's back respectfully: "Congratulations to the prince, the first to unlock the Chunjun Sword Shrine!"