"Senior don't believe it?" Yi Xiaofeng asked with a strong anger.

The other party snorted coldly: "I don't believe it!"

Yi Xiaofeng got up directly, ready to leave through the window.

"Wait!" the other party hurriedly called Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng stopped turning the window and didn't look back.

The other party faked a cough: "Why should I be impulsive, Xiaoyou, I am the deacon of the outer gate of the Heavenly Sword Saint Sect, my name is Qiu Bearded Gong, Bai Hongxiao, as a sword saint, has always had a high status and prestige in the Heavenly Sword Saint Sect, it is the first time I have heard that he has a very good personal relationship with a Qi Refining Realm cultivator, and it is inevitable that he will be abrupt." ”

Yi Xiaofeng turned around, squatted down again, and snorted in a low voice: "That's because you are not talented, I am extremely talented, and the Sword Saint still teaches me skills, do you say that you are angry?"

Qiu Gong: "......"

Barrage surge:

"It's shameless!"

"Juggernaut: When did I have a good personal relationship with you?"

"Convincing, this is really shameless. ”

"You still have to follow your heart, right, this old-timer. ”

"Hahahaha, I'm laughing to death, I thought this old-timer was so strong. ”

"Looks like he's suffered a lot here. ”

......

Qiu Gong sighed and said: "Xiaoyou, you can't save me with your cultivation, this iron chain is made of thousands of years of fine iron, and it can't be broken if it is not a divine weapon, you still help me find the key, it's on Shan Tiange." ”

Yi Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows.

Still have to find the key?

He suddenly wanted to give up.

"So troublesome, then forget it, senior, if you bear with it, maybe in a few days Zhuoye Fort will be gone." Yi Xiaofeng frowned.

Qiu Gong: "......"

He held back his anger and said with a kind smile: "There are many difficult things in the world, how can you be afraid of trouble? Go quickly, after the matter is completed, I will not treat you badly." ”

Yi Xiaofeng shook his head and said: "It's really troublesome, Shan Tiange is stronger than me, and there is someone to protect, I don't want to die." ”

"If you don't try, how do you know it's going to die?"

"Hehe, it's easy to say, it's not you who sent you to death. ”

"Alas, if the Sword Saint is here, he will definitely go, no matter what kind of Longtan Tiger's Den is ahead, the Sword Saint is never afraid. ”

"Then you wait for the Juggernaut to come and save you. ”

Yi Xiaofeng said firmly.

Dog hair!

Want to empty the gloves of the white wolf?

Do you understand or not?

Do you have any social experience?

Qiu Gong gritted his teeth, his right hand turned over, and a sword appeared in his hand.

"This is the Red Cloud Sword, but it is a real magic weapon, even if you reach the Jindan Realm, you can use it, it is sincere enough, I will give it to you, you go to find the key." Qiu Gong said seriously.

His heart ached.

Yi Xiaofeng took the magic weapon and asked curiously: "Since it is a magic weapon, isn't it a divine weapon, why don't you just cut off your iron chains?"

Qiu Gong sighed and said, "My acupoint is sealed, and I can't mobilize my spiritual power, otherwise I would have made a move a long time ago, as for you, your spiritual power is too weak, really weak, even my Heavenly Sword Saint Sect's outer sect does not have a weak disciple like you." ”

"After all, don't insult me!"

"Ahem, I was wrong......"

Yi Xiaofeng glared at Qiu Gong, and then looked at Chiyun Sword.

The Red Cloud Sword was unsheathed, this sword was a meter long, three fingers wide, not too long, not too wide, but bursting with a faint red light in the dim room.

Yi Xiaofeng's eyes lit up.

A magic weapon is a magic weapon, and it is extraordinary at first glance.

Yi Xiaofeng asked, "Do you have to recognize the Lord before you can infuse spiritual power into the magic weapon?"

Qiu Gong frowned and said in disgust: "You shouldn't be a novice in cultivation, right?"

The audience burst into laughter:

"Discovered!"

"Yi Xiaofeng: Mom, I'm careless. ”

"Ask Qiu Gong's psychological shadow area, laughing at his father. ”

"Hahahaha, everyone put haha on the screen!"

"I had a feeling he wanted to go back on it. ”

"Laughing to death, you can be a peerless genius at your level, and make friends with the Sword Saint?"

......

When Yi Xiaofeng heard this, he snorted coldly: "Naturally not, I'm afraid that you haven't erased your mark of recognizing the master, and my cultivation is not as good as you, how can I make it recognize the master?"

He had learned the common sense of recognizing the Lord with Wei Weixin, and he could make up for it temporarily.

When Qiu Gong heard this, the worries in his heart suddenly decreased a lot.

Shouldn't be a liar.

"Be of good cheer, I have erased my mark of confession. Qiu said openly.

Yi Xiaofeng nodded and immediately walked out of the window.

Qiu Gong was stunned.

Going so fast?

You can't be a liar!

......

After leaving, Yi Xiaofeng quickly rushed towards the outside of Shan Mansion.

As for finding the keys, there's no rush for the time being!

Enhance your own strength first!

With the spiritual power of the fifth layer of the Qi Refining Realm and the footwork of the match swordsmanship, Yi Xiaofeng easily left the Shan Mansion.

He ran wildly for more than ten minutes before he stopped and found a house to hide.

The vast majority of the population has disappeared, and there are houses everywhere that no one lives in.

After Yi Xiaofeng made sure that there was no one in the house, he closed the door, took out the Chiyun Sword, and began to drip blood to recognize the owner.

This process is very cumbersome, and it also requires spiritual power to attract essence and blood, and after success, it must be maintained for a period of time, so that the magic weapon can establish a close connection with him.

It took about three hours for Yi Xiaofeng to succeed.

He poured spiritual power into the Red Cloud Sword.

Boom!

Red flames ignited on the blade of the Red Cloud Sword, illuminating the dimly lit room.

Yi Xiaofeng's eyes lit up.

Wow!

It's cool!

The audience was also amazed:

"Could it be that this is the legendary magic weapon?"

"Niu Pi, once again there is a huge gap with other players. ”

"It's so handsome, I want it too! I'll buy it online tonight!"

"Yi Xiaofeng has really become a cultivator, and the other players are still new to the level of martial arts. ”

"When the other players saw it, they must have thought it was a master. ”

......

Yi Xiaofeng cut off the spiritual power, although the Chiyun Sword was very cool after it was launched, but the consumption of spiritual power was not small.

Subsequently, in order to adapt to the Chiyun Sword, Yi Xiaofeng began to practice swordsmanship and perform match swordsmanship.

The sound of the blade breaking through the air echoed through the room.

It didn't take long to practice, and Yi Xiaofeng stopped.

I am afraid that the noise will be too loud and alarm the enemy.

He changed places, then took out the remaining Pure Yang Pill and began to take it.

It wasn't until dawn, close to ten o'clock in the morning, that Yi Xiaofeng finished refining the Pure Yang Pill.

His spiritual power was restored to its fullness, even stronger.

Refreshed, he pushed open the door and went out again.

This is already the fourth day.

There are still three days left before the end of the script, and it is necessary to hurry.

Until the last day, Yi Xiaofeng would not enter the black hole, and before that, he could try to do a side quest or weaken the power of Zhuoye Castle.

Half an hour later.

Boom!

An explosion resounded throughout the castle like a thunderbolt from the sky.

Yi Xiaofeng turned his head to look, and he couldn't see the smoke under the cloudy sky, and he didn't know what was going on.

After hesitating for a moment, Yi Xiaofeng still rushed to find a sound.

Meanwhile.

On a street hundreds of meters away, hundreds of patrolling disciples surrounded a woman.

This woman has a beautiful face, a cold expression, holding a long sword like ice crystals, wearing a long cyan dress, surrounded by a strong wind, and a fairy spirit.

The nearby streets are littered with charred potholes of various sizes and billowing black smoke.

Qiao Tiequan, the leader of the patrol team, glared at the woman in the blue skirt and said, "What do you mean by Suxin Palace? Could it be that our old castle master was harmed by your Suxin Palace?"