The specific situation of the yellow-faced middle-aged man can't say a thing or two, and what he said before is just hearsay.

Jiang Chuan didn't ask any more, glanced at the cave, heard footsteps approaching, and immediately dodged back to the forbidden area that was about to close, and pushed up the stone door to meditate and recuperate.

After a while, Han Luo's face appeared at the window, opened the prohibition and walked into the cave.

"You just moved the ban?" Han Luo went around to the back of the door and looked around, but found no trace of the spell.

"Maybe I was touched when I was practicing!" Jiang Chuan was puzzled:

"What's going on?"

"It's okay to pretend with me, see for yourself." Han Luo threw a piece of jade slip.

Jiang Chuan put it on his forehead, and when he saw the familiar figure, his expression suddenly froze.

"I forgot to tell you before, except for the door sealing, there has always been a monitoring formation in the passage." Han Luo seemed to be smiling, but in his heart he was quite curious about Jiang Chuan's method of breaking the ban.

"Okay." Jiang Chuan spread his hands:

"It's really boring to be alone, and I was going to find a master to learn from each other."

Han Luo said helplessly:

"Big brother, I'll call you big brother, let's not make trouble, okay, An Ansheng will leave after two months.

"Don't extend the confinement at that time, even I will suffer."

"Senior Brother should know about my foundation building from Senior Uncle Yunyan!" Jiang Chuan suddenly changed the subject.

"Of course I do." When he mentioned this, Han Luo couldn't help but envy: "I remember that when you entered the mountain gate a year ago, you still chased me and asked me for a spiritual weapon, and now this is the foundation to be built." ”

This is a piece of black history.

Jiang Chuan, who had just started, had no long things, and Yunhe and Senior Brother were afraid that he would be distracted, so they didn't pass on the spirit weapon treasures, so he had to hit Han Luo with his idea.

Who let Uncle Yunyan master be proficient in refining, I thought you would have a few hands.

Jiang Chuan said silently in his heart, took out a jade bottle from his sleeve and threw it at the other party.

"Take a look."

Han Luo opened the jade bottle in confusion, his expression shocked.

"Tsukidan, where did you come from?"

"Do you want the rest of me?" Jiang Chuan asked.

Han Luo put the jade bottle into the storage bag and expressed his thoughts with actions.

"Tell me what you want to do."

"There are not a few monks who are locked in the evil cave, so it shouldn't be difficult to help find a few who know how to do swordsmanship." Egawa said the request.

"Do you really want to talk to someone?" Han Luo understood Jiang Chuan's thoughts.

Of course it's true.

Although he is in confinement, Jiang Chuan has already made plans for himself.

Find someone to practice swords during the day, and go back to the cave to practice at night.

In this way, you can also improve some of the strength of the opponent before the upcoming inner door competition, so that you will not just be released, and you will be forced to participate in the big competition.

Jiang Chuan could hear Ning Que say that the disciples who had built the Dao Foundation in the inner gate were far more than just a few people on the surface.

Although his talent is not bad, in the end, he has not cultivated for a long time, his experience is insufficient, and he is easy to suffer against others.

"How's that, no problem?" Jiang Chuan looked over.

Han Luo thought for a moment and said:

"It's easy to find someone to talk to, but you have to have a lot, or someone will agree to do it.

"Also, I am not the only disciple on duty in the Lock Evil Cave, if you don't get through to the others, sooner or later someone will find out and stab Yun Ming."

"How many spirit stones do you need?" Jiang Chuan can be regarded as wealthy now, and he has the confidence to speak.

Han Luo thought back to Jiang Chuan's previous embarrassing appearance, and didn't dare to open his mouth, and tentatively reported a number.

"A thousand spirit stones?"

Jiang Chuan didn't raise his eyelids, and directly agreed.

"Deal."

Such a pleasure made Han Luo a little confused, so he took the storage bag handed by Jiang Chuan and checked it.

One thousand spirit stones, take fifty percent by yourself, and you can also make up for the subsidies lost after leaving the Fang City Law Enforcement Hall.

Seeing Han Luo's expression, Jiang Chuan couldn't help asking:

"You're not going to take it to yourself, are you?"

"Then how can it, what kind of friendship do we have, don't you know me?" Han Luo feigned anger, and his chest snapped:

"I'll do it, don't worry."

It's because I know you that I'm not at ease.

Spit and complain, but Han Luo's ability should not be underestimated, otherwise he would not have served as the captain of the Law Enforcement Hall.

Jiang Chuan didn't care about these anymore, and after Han Luo left to run errands, he took out the jade leaf.

The thumb wrapped in black light swiped it, and the wisps of gold like veins of leaf stems sank into the body along the fingers.

A legacy appeared in his heart.

"The Sword of the Mosquito".

Jiang Chuan subconsciously wiped his eyes and made sure that the word was "mosquito", not "Jiao".

The difference between one word and one word gives people the feeling that it is very different.

But after reading the records in the lineage, he realized that this sword technique was really literal, and it was created to stab a strange insect called "Yin Erosion Mosquito".

According to the records, the "Yin Mosquito" is a rare Yin mosquito, born in a place where the yin qi is strong, but it lives by devouring the aura, and can not be afraid of water, fire and knife soldiers, only a trace of white marks under the abdomen is the door of life.

At that time, a casual cultivator got some spirit eggs of the Yin Erosion Mosquito out of nowhere, and spent a lot of effort to cultivate and hatch them, and the imperial envoy worm sneaked into the spiritual veins of this sect, stole the spiritual essence of heaven and earth in the root of the spiritual veins, and offered them to cultivate.

But without the essence of heaven and earth, the root of the spiritual vein withered, and the entire spiritual vein seemed to be abolished, so that the two sides naturally formed a life-and-death enmity.

Although there are many seniors in this sect, in the face of this kind of mosquitoes that come and go without a trace, they still suffer a big loss, and the disciples with lower cultivation have even sucked away their spiritual power.

In desperation, the master of the sect borrowed a strange treasure and deduced the life gate of the Yin Erosion Mosquito, which had never appeared in the immortal cultivation world before, and jointly created this "Mosquito Stabbing Sword Technique" for low-level disciples to cultivate, and there is also a way to deal with the Yin Erosion Mosquito.

But why does this sound so familiar?

Stealing, Spiritual Veins, Spiritual Essences.

Isn't this the method of the predecessors of [The Great Thief Like an Immortal]?

Jiang Chuan looked strange.

He decided to go to the forum and ask, if this is the case, the [Great Thief Like an Immortal] senior should have some understanding of this sword technique, and maybe he can also give some advice.

Not unexpected.

[Thieves Like Immortals]:

"At that time, I was also a little bit of a matter, and after a grudge with an elder of Wangchao Pavilion, I thought of revenge and came back with this evil breath, so I made the Yin Erosion Mosquito do such a thing of anger and resentment.

"As for the "Mosquito Stinging Sword Technique", I have some impressions, you wait first."

After a few breaths, several images appeared below the floor.

Jiang Chuan clicked on the picture and found that these were all dynamic pictures.

"Why doesn't my phone have this capability?" Jiang Chuan muttered in his heart, and watched it one by one.

From the perspective of the [Great Thief Like an Immortal] senior, something like gray mist poured out of the sky, but it was drowned out by the various sword lights rising from the hands of countless people on the opposite side, and the gray mist rained down one after another.

Although it was a little blurry, he could still see that the other party's sword light clearly pierced every wisp of mist.

[Thieves Like Immortals]:

"More than two thousand years later, when I was out of the customs to prepare to survive the Heavenly Tribulation, I heard that the Wangchao Pavilion had been changed to the Shooting Tide Sword Pavilion that specialized in swordsmanship.

"The past is unbearable!"

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