(It's been a few days since he came to the Mo Inn, but Ling Qingyan spent almost all of his time in the Mo Inn, except for the first two days when he was dragged out by Ximen Wanwan.)

When he went out to hang out, Ling Qingyan also saw some of the properties under the Heavenly Sword Sect, but he never went up to recognize him. After all, he thinks that he won't be able to stay here for a long time, and because of his own identity, which is extremely unique, he is also unwilling to cause more trivial matters.

In the past few days, Ling Qingyan has also fully seen the grandeur of the imperial city of Tianyun City, and in two days, he has not even seen a tenth of Tianyun City.

"Whew!"

In a first-class courtyard of the Mo Clan's Inn, the purple-robed young man Ling Qingyan stood in it, the pitch-black long sword in his hand was like a long snake spitting out a letter, fast and powerful, slashing through the air and stabbing directly forward.

Call!

Suddenly, when the Netherworld Sword in Ling Qingyan's hand was withdrawn, the cyan true power also skyrocketed!

Suddenly, Ling Qingyan's sword eyebrows frowned, the gaze between his eyes froze, and the Netherworld Sword in his hand also roared out, mixed with the Netherworld Sword with True Power, in the early morning air, it looked so pleasant.

Whoa!

With the turbulence of the cyan sword, Ling Qingyan's figure also moved with the morning breeze, dancing in the courtyard like an elf in the wind.

The Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword, like this, followed the turbulence of Ling Qingyan's body in the novels "One", "Ben" and "Reading", and displayed them one by one.

Whoa!

Heavenly Sword Nine Styles, one to seven styles, Ling Qingyan has been cultivating for a long time, it can be said that he is familiar and familiar, and now between Ling Qingyan's deliberate dances, it is also easy to come by, extremely natural.

The cyan sword light rose one after another, slashing through the sky, and entwined in the entire courtyard, and Ling Qingyan, who was under the sword light, had no waves between the ancient and the modern, and the bronze cheeks shining in the early morning sun looked so solemn.

Call!

The Netherworld Long Sword shrouded in brilliant green mangs, as soon as Ling Qingyan's figure was retracted, it was also retracted in Ling Qingyan's hand, and the whole person gathered the sword and stood.

Whew!

Ling Qingyan's eyes flashed with a fine light, and as soon as his mind moved, the Netherworld Long Sword in his hand suddenly turned into a circle of brilliant cyan vortexes, which was extremely weird, and the air around the vortex couldn't help but stagnate the moment the vortex appeared.

As Ling Qingyan's bronzed cheeks moved slightly, the brilliant cyan vortex between his right hand also flew out from his hand, directly like a cyan meteor, cutting through the sky, circling a perfect trajectory, whistling into the distance.

Snort!

The brilliant whirlpool, under Ling Qingyan's manipulation, slashed through several natural trajectories in the air in a row, and finally with Ling Qingyan's mind, the Netherworld Long Sword turned into a sword light again, and gathered it in his hand.

"Heavenly Sword Nine Style, Eighth Style, so ......"

"I had walked into a misunderstanding before, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get a glimpse of the essence of this eighth style until a few days ago. ”

Talking to himself, Ling Qingyan also put away the Netherworld Long Sword and came to the stone table on the side and sat down.

"In the narrative of this Heavenly Sword Nine Style......"

I don't know when, Ling Qingyan already had a thick classic in his hand, and he was opening it at this time, "This to the seventh style has a detailed description, but the eighth style is vaguely described...... However, this last ninth form is only eight characters!"

"The sword is one, and the real power is condensed!"

"What kind of mystery is contained in these eight characters?!"

Ling Qingyan couldn't stop thinking about it, and it wasn't until a long time later, when Xiao Er in the inn brought a meal, that Ling Qingyan's mind completely retracted and recovered.

Early in the morning, Ling Qingyan had already gotten up and practiced the Nine Heavenly Sword Styles in this courtyard, and even now, he was indeed hungry.

Eating the food in a big gulp, Ling Qingyan also had to sigh at the deliciousness of the wine and food of the Mo Inn in Yun City this day. I'm afraid that even in the palace, the emperor's meal is nothing more than that!

After drinking for a long time, Ling Qingyan couldn't help but burp. And at this moment, the sound of knocking on the courtyard door sounded, and Ling Qingyan couldn't help but look back, outside the courtyard door, there were Yuwen Chenglin and Ximen Wanwan.

"Brother Yuwen, Wanwan!"

Ling Qingyan stood up, stepped forward in two steps, and welcomed the two in.

After sitting down, Yuwen Chenglin just wanted to speak, but he was robbed of the topic by Ximen Wanwan on the side, looked at Ling Qingyan, and said a little hurriedly: "Brother Ling, just now Brother Mo sent Brother Yuwen a few admission posts of Mo's Auction House, let's just go and have a look!"

"Huh?"

Ling Qingyan was stunned.

"Brother Ling, this Mo's Auction House can't compare to those auction houses in ordinary cities! The Mo's Auction House only holds a large-scale auction once a year, and ordinary things can't be included in the list of auction items of the Mo's Auction House at all. ”

"Mo's Auction House, the auction is full of treasures that have been identified by master appraisers, and there are thousands of kinds of treasures in between, and many treasures are absolutely extremely rare......

"Listen to my father, last year, the Mo Clan Auction House also auctioned a Venerable Demon Beast's Inner Dan!"

Looking at Ximen Wanwan and saying like a river, Ling Qingyan and Yuwen Chenglin next to him were stunned.

"Wanwan, if I didn't know that your surname was Ximen, I would have thought you were from the Mo family!"

Regarding Yuwen Chenglin's words, Ling Qingyan nodded approvingly.

"You ......"

Seeing Ling Qingyan and Yuwen Chenglin making fun of her, Ximen Wanwan was angry, but she couldn't take the two of them, she couldn't beat them, and she couldn't scold them.

"Hmph, I'm going to play with Chubby!"

Leaving this sentence, Ximen Wanwan left and walked to the room inside, without the slightest politeness.

Looking at Ximen Wanwan's back, Yuwen Chenglin couldn't help but shake his head, and his brows were also frowned, "This Wanwan, originally I only thought it was an ordinary girl...... Just now, she was so familiar with the Mo Auction House, and it seems that she is not a girl from an ordinary family!"

"However, those who have the surname Ximen, in the surrounding area of the Great Qin Kingdom, can only be ranked first, and the Ximen family from a few decades ago can only be ......"

"However, this Ximen family was wiped out by the Murong family more than forty years ago!"

The Yuwen family has a large intelligence network in the entire Chongwu Continent, except for the north, and knows a lot about the destruction of the Ximen family forty years ago. Yuwen Chenglin, as the third young master of the Yuwen family, also knows something.

"I'm afraid, she sneaked out," Ling Qingyan also shook her head and said with a wry smile.

Yuwen Chenglin nodded in agreement, and then continued: "Brother, Tianxing gave us a few of us, and we all brought an admission post for the Mo Auction House in three days. Mo's Auction House, as Wanwan said, only holds a large-scale auction once a year, but we are at the right time!

"Okay," Ling Qingyan nodded.

After Ling Qingyan heard Ximen Wanwan's introduction to Mo's Auction House earlier, she was faintly moved, and she had the intention of going to see it.

Now that there is such an opportunity, Ling Qingyan is not willing to miss it.