"You didn't faux pas, why apologize?" Yin Qingle retorted with a smile, casually enlivening the atmosphere between each other.

Yan didn't know how to hold Yin Qingle's legs wrapped in the robe, separated by true qi. He didn't really offend Yin Qingle, the two seemed to be close to each other, but in fact there was no ambiguity.

He jumped lightly, flew into the air with Yin Qingle, and broke away from the encirclement in an instant. The surrounding landscape receded rapidly, the trees of the dense forest gradually thinned, and the gentle breeze roared. The true qi hovering beside him blocked the wind, and Yin Qingle did not feel the slightest discomfort, but was extremely relieved.

She even had the leisure to let out a cry of surprise: "It's amazing, at this speed, you can enter the snow field in a few hours." ”

She lowered her head, and the man's clear face came into view. I don't know if it's an illusion, the pair of pitch-black pupils lit up slightly, as if a star had fallen, radiating light.

"Thank you." Yan didn't know how to open his lips and said, "No matter what the reason, thank you girl for speaking up." He half-tilted his face, Yin Qingle was held by him, and for the first time, he looked down at Yan from top to bottom.

It was the first time she observed Yan Buyi from this perspective, and she couldn't help but take a few more looks. The more I look at it, the more I feel that this face looks like a finely carved jade, and it is so beautiful that it is breathtaking. As he spoke, the tails of his eyes were raised, and his eyes were dotted, and under the thin moonlight, there was a soft and hazy halo on it.

"It doesn't matter, the road is uneven, just talk to each other." Yin Qingle responded sluggishly, losing his mind for a moment, and even forgetting the monk who came with a long sword behind him.

"You threw your weapon, what next?" She thought about what to say now, so that she could brush up more favor, "By the way, the sect above, did you rob your natal sword?" ”

In the original plot, Yan didn't know that there was a natal fairy sword named Heguang. He tamed it in the secret realm, brought it out, and kept it by his side for a long time. When he fell into the Dome Scar Abyss, the sword was taken away by the Yan family, but in the later stage of the plot of "Asking Heaven", it reappeared beside him. For this demonic demon, a few wisps of fairy posture are lined out.

Yin Qingle likes Yan Zhiyi, loves Wu and Wu, and naturally likes the fairy sword.

"Have you ever thought about it?" Yin Qingle leaned into his ear, "After you recover, steal Heguang from the Xuanchi Sect." ”

"You even know it?" Yin Qingle's words were amazing, and Yan didn't know that he had gradually gotten used to it.

His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his empty hands were clenched in a hollow manner: "After all, I have sat on the position of the young master for three hundred years, and no matter how I say it, I owe it to the Xuanchi Sect." It doesn't hurt to give them to them. "Hundreds of years of time, no matter what, are not easy to take over in a few words.

Yin Qingle lay on him and stretched his tone: "That's not the case." ”

"In the words of our hometown, you are called a cow and a horse, working for them for free, being squeezed without knowing it. Although the grades were excellent, when he left, he was not only deducted from his salary, but also slandered his innocence out of thin air and entered the blacklist of the Xiuzhen Realm. No matter what you think, the Yan family owes you. ”

Yan didn't know that a pair of good-looking phoenix eyes widened, and the tails of his eyes became more and more raised, as if he was thinking about something: "I owe?" ”

"Yes, I owe it. So, there is no problem with going to get your wages back. Yin Qingle said, "Whether it is the natal sword, or the sword bone, or the spiritual root, it is originally your thing, and there is no reason for them to snatch it." ”

"What's more, you have to send me home. What if you don't have a weapon and you run into a more powerful opponent? Yin Qingle repeated her old tricks, covered her face and began to fake crying, "Obviously said that everything was done with me first, why did you start talking to yourself the next day." ”

"You want me to get Kazumi back?" Yan didn't know that he had been silent for a long time, and finally understood the purpose of Yin Qingle's soft grinding and hard foaming.

"Of course." Yin Qingle replied immediately, "Although it is more troublesome now, after you recover from your injuries and enter the Xuanchi Sect by hiding your breath, you will definitely be able to get the natal sword back." ”

"But you don't know it, so why do you have to do it?"

"I don't care." Yin Qingle finally understood that it would not work if she couldn't reason well with Yan, she had to be heaven and earth, and she had to be unreasonable, so that Yan didn't know what to do with him, "I want to be with the light, I like it, I want you to take the natal sword with me to find the way home." ”

She pretended to cry for a long time, and heard Yan Zhi's helpless voice: "Okay, I will do what I say." ”

Yin Qingle raised her eyebrows and began to think about the plan to sneak into the Xuanchi Sect to steal. I had just come up with a beginning, when I suddenly heard a crisp impact. She fixed her eyes and saw that it was the three people who had been ordered to kill her before, who caught up with her and Yan Buyi.

After all, the speed of a monk alone is not as fast as a vehicle, not to mention holding Yin Qingle in his arms. The three of them were already at the front, and they were the inner disciples of one in a hundred, and they were not shot down by Yan Zhi when they were arrayed, and after the sword galloped, they quickly closed the distance.

Before anyone arrives, the sword is out first. Yan didn't know how to turn around, and his true qi condensed into a sword blade, just enough to stop the three sword qi that were like wind and electric shocks.

"Yuanqing, Yuanning, Yuanxu." Yan didn't know how to speak indifferently and shouted out the names of the three people.

The True Qi around him was surrounded, as if he wanted to merge with the thick white mist of the Dome Scar Abyss: "I once led the fire to the spiritual fire, talked with you about swordsmanship, and also traveled thousands of miles to send you to the Wuxiang Sword Sect to participate in the sword competition. ”

"And now, will you also fight against me with swords?" Most of his face fell into shadows, looking extremely dark, and when the true qi was transformed, it was only slightly illuminated.

"Young Sect Master." One of them spoke abruptly, unconsciously continuing his old name, "This is the order of the sect master, if you don't obey it, it will be us who will die." ”

Yan didn't know and was silent for a moment. "It's fine." He responded. He looked up and sighed, as if he had given up something important, "If you insist on stopping me, I have no other way." It just so happened that I promised a girl to take her home, and she would do everything first. ”

Yin Qingle was suddenly named, looked down at him at a loss, heard Yan Zhizhi lower his voice, and calmly narrated: "That sword has already given birth to sanity, it is a good boy, if you want it to come over, you don't need to do things like chickens and dogs at all." If you're worried that I won't be able to protect you, I'll take it. ”

It is said that Jian Xiu loves the sword as his life, will he treat the natal sword as his wife, what is the matter with the "good boy"? When Yin Qingle heard this title, he immediately couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Yan didn't know how to raise his fingers and pinch the trick, and drew a silver white in the dark night, and the trick was formed, and the true qi surrounding the two of them was shocked. Above his head, a white light shot up into the sky. Its light was extremely strong, not from the Qiongji Abyss, but from the Xuanchi Sect, which stood majestically above the Ten Thousand Miles.

He seemed to be talking about something very light: "Heguang is a good sword, you must be reluctant to destroy it, but seal it and reactivate it in the future, but guess whether it recognizes the spirit bone or a human." ”

At the same time, Yan Jiaojiao's scream came from behind: "What are you three doing!" Actually let him forcibly take the sword?! ”

Before Yan Jiaojiao could say anything else, a piece of blue rock fell from a high altitude and hit the ground to kick off flying dust. The Xuanchi Sect, which had been shattered by the heavenly thunder, made a rumbling sound, and more gravel fell, crackling.

High in the sky, several circles of seals swung open, and countless inscriptions wrapped around them. At this moment, the originally solid seal was trembling violently, and the true qi was churning and gushing, gathering and then spreading again. Like a bound dragon, it keeps rolling and struggling in the turbulent blue sea.

In the dazzling light, the sound of cracking and shattering sounded frequently, and in the layers of sounds, Yan Ming's voice came smoothly into Yin Qingle's ears: "The sword qi is cold, lower your head, so as not to be accidentally injured by it." ”

As the last scale fell, a crisp popping sound sounded. All seals and inscriptions were eclipsed. It seems that a meteor has fallen from the sky, leading a long tail, breaking through the wind.

"And light, come." With a peaceful and peaceful cheer, the stars fell into Yan Zhizhi's hands.

It was a three-foot-long thin sword, which was not brilliant at first glance, and was so light that it could be described as weak and windy. Once it is out of the sheath, the sword body as thin as the wings of the cicada sharpens the iron like mud, and there is a sword to cut Kyushu. The sword qi erupted, as if there was a sound of the piano.

The sword light is like snow, like a round fan flying away. Yin Qingle's figure moved with Yan, and he saw with his own eyes that more than a dozen giant trees in the woods in front of him were cut off, and after standing still for a while, Qi Brush fell down with a bang.

Several monks with cultivation skills drew their swords at the same time and attacked the two of them. Some people knew that they were not Yan Zhi's opponents, and stabbed their swords at the girl in his arms.

The bright blade stabbed at Yin Qingle's face, and the bleak light reflected by the cold sword under the moon went straight into his eyes. Even though he had True Qi to protect his body, Yin Qingle was still trembling by the powerful coercion.

"It's okay, you won't get hurt." Yan didn't know how to reassure him, he still remembered Yin Qingle's trembling appearance when he saw the corpse, so he added, "Don't be afraid of dead people, I won't kill them." ”

Yan didn't know that his footsteps had not moved, and he sent the scabbard horizontally, and formed a barrier in the air, and with a "ding" sound, he blocked the incoming prisoners a few feet in front of him. Yin Qingle lowered his body, trembled all over, and stumbled to explain: "There is no discomfort, but the psychological pressure is relatively high." ”

Even if it is a dozen against one, a monk who can fight with Yan Buzhi for a round has to be Yuanying upwards to say anything. As an ordinary mortal, her momentum alone almost crushed her to death.

Yin Qingle hugged Yan Buzhi's neck, her little face was as pale as paper, and she tried her best to bury her head in the cold white shoulders and neck, almost sticking to Yan Buzhi's body.

The body sank down, and he sank into the man's arms for half a minute, and the clear and good smell poured into his mouth and nose, Yan didn't know how to let go of Heguang, and patted Yin Qingle's back soothingly: "Don't be afraid, I'll fight quickly." ”

Hearing this, Yin Qingle finally breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up again, and watched the fight between the monks.

Yan didn't know how to hug Yin Qingle tightly, his upper body remained still, and he retreated backwards. With a little finger behind his back and a hook of his backhand, the fairy sword sheath flew up, and floated like a feather to several people in front of him. Yan didn't know how to move his fingers slightly, swatting mosquitoes, stabbing the interceptor from mid-air.

The arc light was like the long tail of the crescent moon, sweeping by, and Yin Qingle's eyes were empty, and there was no one who attacked.

A sword is swept away, and the victory and defeat have been divided. More than a dozen people gathered around Yan Buzhi, with large and small injuries on their bodies, they covered their lower abdomen, their expressions were very painful, and they didn't dare to take another step. And Yan Jiaojiao, who is the leader, doesn't know where she has gone.

Yan didn't know that he was standing with his sword, and the light had not even been unsheathed, his eyes were calm, and he shouted: "Retreat." The sword momentum spread out together, and the sound seemed to have magic power, reaching everyone's ears, and more than ten sword cultivators couldn't control their movement and took a few steps back.

Yan didn't know whether he was noncommittal, and said coldly: "Retreat again." He felt a little funny, but he didn't expect that when he stopped caring about friendship and did it straightforwardly, the group of people would listen to him carefully.

Ridiculous, really ridiculous.

Hula, the monks retreated farther than the first.

It wasn't until there was a large area of cleanliness around him that he was satisfied, and the corners of his mouth were full of bitterness: "This is the last time, if you want to stop it again, I won't show mercy." ”

"Go back to your sect master about that. I have something important to do, I may owe something to the Xuanchi Sect, but she doesn't, if you come to attack again, I won't stay. After finishing speaking, Yan nodded to the ground and flew into the distance.

"It's over." Seeing that the person in his arms was motionless, he patted her head with his true anger and spoke.

Yan waited quietly for a moment, but did not hear the expected reply. His eyebrows jumped, and his heart couldn't help but tighten, and he stopped suddenly, put down Yin Qingle, and looked up and down carefully.

"Why did you stop?" Yin Qingle didn't react, and asked sneeringly.

"Why did you put me down?" She stood on the ground, and subconsciously wanted to kick Yan Zhizhi's body, "Let's leave quickly, so as not to be overtaken." ”

Yin Qingle's tone was flying, there was no timidity on his face, and his face was flushed. She lay on Yan Zhi's body, staring at the monk's fighting method with wide eyes, although she didn't see blood, she was still nervous and sweating, and now her temples were soaked with sweat, and her shoulder-length hair was wet and sticking to her collarbone, which made her round apricot eyes big and bright, full of excitement that couldn't be hidden.

Yan didn't know how to breathe a sigh of relief for no reason: "I saw that you didn't speak, and I was worried that something would happen to you." ”

Yin Qingle smiled and said, "I was well protected by you, what can happen?" She blushed and turned her head, not daring to look at Yan Zhi. I'm afraid that if I look at it again and look away a second too late, I will be uncontrollable and scream.

So handsome! So handsome! So handsome! is worthy of the paper man she fancies, whether it is summoning the fairy sword, controlling the light freely, or intimidating everyone with a winning attitude, he is handsome.

Yin Qingle was hugged on a high place, leaning on Yan Zhizhi's shoulder, enjoying the unique scenery. After the initial horror, the whole person was occupied by excitement and novelty.

That's right, she was very spineless, and when Yan didn't know how to show her might, she went up. If he hadn't remembered that they were fleeing, Yin Qingle would probably turn into the leader of the group on the spot, using his mobile phone as a glow stick, and giving Yan Bulai a head-to-toe toution.

She spun around in place, and Chao Yan didn't know how to show that she was not damaged at all: "You are too powerful, I patronized to watch you play with the sword, and accidentally looked stupid." ”

Yan didn't know the corner of his eyes, coughed lightly, and said slowly: "In this case, don't delay any longer." He stretched out his hand towards Yin Qingle, his true qi condensed into an enchantment, and motioned for her to be carried by him as before.

Yin Qingle lowered his eyes, stretched his hand halfway, and suddenly stopped in mid-air. Yan didn't know that his eyes were peaceful, he held a sword in his right hand, and his left hand reached out to her. It was a very natural movement, but when Yin Qingle was about to stretch out his hand, he felt that the big hand trembled very slightly.

Yan Zhizhi was well disguised, if it weren't for the fact that she had been wrapped in true qi for a long time, floating in Yan Zhizhi's breath, and accustomed to a steady airflow, Yin Qingle would not even have noticed this trembling.

The injury has not healed, with one enemy and ten, even if it is an overwhelming victory, Yi Yan does not know the current physical condition, he should be exhausted. Still physically and mentally exhausted.

Yin Qingle opened his mouth, wanting to say something. Suddenly, a figure flashed in the depths of the dense forest, and something flew out of the air, smashing his head and face at the two of them.

Yan didn't know how quickly he reacted, but before he could draw his sword, the person in the depths sacrificed a sword qi, smashed the thrown thing into pieces, and then withdrew and left immediately.

Bang. Cracking sound. The debris fell to the ground, green smoke drifted up, and the strange aura dispersed. Yin Qingle looked at it intently, and the shape was vaguely a furnace ding. In addition to this, there is also a black, unformed powder.

That black thing, it can't be a phantom demon, right?

This furnace is again-

"Oops!" Yin Qingle hurriedly went to cover Yan's mouth and nose, and it was already a step too late. Yan Buyi's body froze suddenly, he covered his mouth and nose, and his expression changed. The cold poison and anger grew like weeds, growing wildly along the spiritual veins, and he tried his best to endure it, but he still couldn't suppress the painful gasp.

"I, miss the company......" He didn't even have time to apologize, let go of the fairy sword and pushed it to Yin Qingle, and the right was used as protection, and hurriedly stepped back. The figure was no longer as fluid as before, and when it left the dense forest, it also disappeared from Yin Qingle's field of vision.

Yin Qingle stayed where he was, stunned for a moment, casually broke off a branch, and began to dig hard. The immortal sword in the cultivation realm has a spirit, and Heguang is an obedient sword spirit, and after a while, Heguang flew to Yin Qingle's side, Yin Qingle grabbed it and tried to use it to shovel soil. He didn't hold it, and he planted it on the ground with a sword.

"You look light and small, why are you so heavy?" Her expression was full of disgust, "How many pounds do you have?" Why can't I hold ...... at all?"

Heguang: "......" is obviously because this person has no spiritual power and can't lift the fairy sword, so why blame it on his head.

Yin Qingle spent a lot of effort to bury the two things tightly. She tried her best to suppress her disgust, and when Lu Ding was still accepting the range and burying the phantom demon, Yin Qingle almost closed her eyes, and pulled it with her sword, and it was easy to pull it all into the pit.

She immediately filled in the soil and stepped on it, and after confirming that there was no green smoke floating out, she breathed a sigh of relief and clicked on the immortal sword suspended beside her: "Go, find your master." ”

The fairy sword broke away from the seal, and it happened to be when it was eager to unsheath and kill the Quartet, the sword body shook lightly a few times, and flew away like a phantom.

Yin Qingle wrapped his robe tightly and chased after him. Halfway through the chase, the true qi protecting the soles of her feet dissipated without warning, Yin Qingle lost her balance, leaned forward and stumbled, and fell to the ground.

The feeling of a needle pricking and a knife came again, and Yin Qing couldn't care so much, got up from the ground, and continued to chase the fairy sword. She was worried about Yan's unknowing state, he suddenly said goodbye without saying goodbye, and he lost his true anger halfway, and his state was obviously not much better. She turned on her phone and searched anxiously.

【How to use Tanqing grass?】 】

Yan didn't know that it was not far from her, and if it was an ordinary monk, it would not be long before she could find it. But Yin Qingle only had two legs to use, and his movement speed was extremely slow, and when he found the trace, he was already out of breath.

Considering that Yan didn't know that the demons and cold poison might attack together, Yin Qingle didn't dare to step forward directly, and when he was still some distance away, he took out his mobile phone to open the shooting interface, and swiped to enlarge Yan Zhizhi's location.

Yan didn't know that he was half-kneeling on the ground, holding his lower abdomen with one hand and pressing his forehead with the other, obviously suffering extremely much. The back of the waist is like a bamboo whose branches are pressed down by the snow, bending inch by inch.

The place where he was at the junction of the Dome Scar Abyss and the Snow Field, Yan Zhiyi's body fell outwards and fell into the pure white snowdrift, blood spilling from his mouth, like splashing red ink on white rice paper.

Deep in the forest. Yan Jiaojiao stepped on the dead leaves on the ground and walked leisurely.

As she walked, she threw out the discarded magic weapon. It took dozens of pieces to turn over a half-good piece. Yan Jiaojiao lifted it, put it in front of her eyes to observe it for a moment, raised her hand and threw it on the ground, and smashed it with her foot.

She looked contemptuous and didn't care. Constantly patting the dust on his clothes, although he was away for a long distance, he always felt the stench of burning corpses lingering in the corners of his clothes, and the strange smell of cigarettes.

"Useless waste, if I didn't run fast, how would I explain to my father?"

Yan Jiaojiao lightly jumped over the giant tree that fell to the ground, walked to the center of the array, leaned over and pointed to the ground, and said, "Get up." ”

The spiritual light under his feet was magnificent, and the dazzling golden light of the Demon Destroying Spirit Array pierced through the dense fog and illuminated the gray dense forest. Everywhere the golden light went, there was a sword cultivator who was in his own position, and their feet were rooted, standing upright in all directions of the formation, maintaining the operation of the formation.