Gu Yunxi shook his head and said, "There are no ordinary magic weapons, and the magic weapons that have the spirit of the instrument are extremely precious, Tongbi, they were given by the elders of my family." ”

The falling moon should be the instrument spirit of the falling moon chain, so isn't the falling moon chain a very precious magic weapon?

"Don't think about it, I'm not a machine spirit. The sound of the falling moon sounded in her ears just right.

Chang Ling shuddered violently, raised his head and looked at Gu Yunxi weakly.

Gu Yunxi's face was as usual, as if he hadn't heard the sound of the falling moon.

He looked at Chang Ling's abnormality and asked with concern, "What's the matter?" If you're lucky enough, you can also meet a long sword with a sword spirit in the Sword Shrine. ”

Chang Ling nodded indiscriminately, his eyes casually looked at the scenery that flashed under his feet, and he didn't want to talk to Gu Yunxi anymore.

Gu Yunxi didn't say anything more, and quickly returned to Ziwei Peak with the flying sword.

After Chang Ling thanked Gu Yunxi, he turned around and stepped on the flying sword again, turning into a streamer in the sky.

Chang Ling looked at his back, and was a little stupid for a while.

"When can I become such a person...... she muttered.

"Harm, it's just a little golden pill, what do you envy?" Luo Yue's voice sounded again.

"Little Jindan, I don't know what kind of realm you are. ”

Chang Ling snorted coldly, she was no longer ignorant of the common sense of the cultivation realm, the monks of the Jindan Realm were true disciples in the Nine Great Sects, and they were all heads and elders in the other small sects.

There is only one in a hundred monks in the Pulse Opening Realm who can successfully enter the Concentration Realm, and only one in a thousand monks in the Concentration Realm can successfully form a pill.

Now that he has just stepped into the Pulse Opening Realm, it is difficult to say whether he can concentrate or not, Brother Jindan, that is already a great power that can fly to the heavens and the earth.

Chang Ling sighed with emotion, and didn't quarrel with Luoyue anymore.

When she returned to her room, she retrieved the piece of iron that had been lying in the corner for a long time, tied it tightly to her limbs, and began her long-lost run.

The head of the sect is right, there are nine peaks in the sect, but there are still many places I haven't been to, so let's run slowly.

Chang Ling felt full of power.

............

Most of the immortal cultivators use meditation and practice to offset their sleep, so most of the immortal sect lectures are in the morning, and yesterday just after asking the elders the time of class, today Chang Ling overslept.

Of course, meditation is about meditating, but sleeping is also about sleeping.

On the third pole of the day, Chang Ling quickly tidied up his robe and hair, and ran while biting on steamed buns, extremely envious of the disciples who could fly with the sword.

By the time Chang Ling arrived, the lecture had already ended, and the disciples were all scattered in twos and threes, and there were a few people around the teacher to ask for advice.

Chang Ling leaned in a little closer, with his back to these people, but in fact, his ears were pricked up and he listened quite carefully.

"This nephew, are you absent from today's class?" The teacher, who was surrounded by everyone, walked behind Chang Ling at some point and patted her shoulder with a smile.

"Oh? no, I'm sorry. Chang Ling turned around, and the tips of his ears were dyed slightly red.

"Look at your sweaty appearance, it's very hard to come here to class, right? It's too hard to not advance to the Condensing God Realm and not be able to resist the sword!"

"That's it, you run a few laps around this Wuhua Peak first, look at you like this, you're quite happy to run. ”