Ji Yuan, where Jun Tianfu is located, has not slept in the middle of the night, and has been carefully guarding the white piece that belongs to his friend Yin Zhaoxian in the mountains and rivers of artistic conception.

So careful to cover because the heat on the white has not subsided.

In fact, Ji Yuan knew that it was not very useful for him to guard like this, and as long as he didn't stop it, the chess pieces would also go to the Dan furnace by themselves to absorb the spilled trace of Dan Qi.

But after all, it was the best friend in this life who had an accident, and he couldn't sleep anyway, but fortunately, he waited, and he had been refining the Qi of the Five Elements and the Mana Dantian.

Although the old dragon he met back then was nominally a friend of fate, in fact, the friendship was not so deep, but it was just a one-time chat.

It wasn't until dawn that Baizi's temperature finally subsided and stopped repeating, which also made Ji Yuan breathe a sigh of relief.

Exiting the artistic conception of mountains and rivers, Ji Yuan, who had been sitting cross-legged, lay back on the bed.

Then thinking back to the situation that made me nervous for most of the night, I also smiled self-deprecatingly.

"This samadhi is really hot... It's so ruthless......"

After laughing at himself, Ji Yuan's face also became serious.

"Master Yin, Master Yin, what did you mess with......

At the moment when a trace of the flame of the Samadhi True Fire collided with Madam Hong, Ji Yuan could also feel the demonic aura, and even vaguely heard the roar of resentment.

The other party obviously hated Yin Zhaoxian, even if it should have attracted the city god of Chunhui Mansion later, but after that, Ji Yuan didn't know whether the city god had taken the monster.

'What if I don't take it?'

Ji Yuan also narrowed his eyes, far water can't quench his thirst, he and Yin Fuzi are separated by a state, nearly two thousand miles in a straight line, and there are mountains and rivers in the middle of the way.

The Samadhi True Fire trick can be used once, but it must not be used a second time, otherwise if the monster is not dead, Master Yin may be killed by the true fire in the furnace first, and the monster will definitely be on guard.

However, although the monster has become a climate, even if Ji Yuan is there in person, he does not dare to confront it, but he was also caught off guard by the Samadhi True Fire and was not lightly injured.

Although it was only swept away by the flame, and it was not actually burned, the flame was not the light of a small flame, but the flame that faced the infinite true fire in the Dan furnace, which was by no means pleasant.

Ji Yuan kept thinking about countermeasures, and came up with a way to ensure that his best friend was okay, and it was best to kill the monster, after all, Master Yin was not only an important white man in humanity, but also Ji Yuan's best friend.

'Slash?'

Just now, his thoughts suddenly made him realize something, and he turned his gaze to the bedside.

Now that he is traveling, the Qingteng Immortal Sword has been suspended and hidden behind him.

But because the fairy sword itself has become a sword spirit, and the sword body is hidden by itself, not to mention that ordinary people can't see it, even if the Tao can't reach a certain realm, the immortals and demons can't see it, and there is a feeling that the sky is a book.

Because in a sense, Tianqi is also a kind of text that imitates spirituality, so it is naturally easier for the fairy sword that breeds spirituality to do this, and the initiative is stronger, and there are only a few people who can see it, except for the master, and it can be regarded as a sword with Fei Dun to become a sword after the sword spirit of the Qingteng sword spirit became its own.

Seeing Ji Yuan looking at him, the green vine gold beside the bed levitated and flew to Ji Yuan's side.

"Although my frontal strength may not be enough to face that kind of monster in a hurry, I have the Qingteng Sword!

Thinking of this, Ji Yuan sat up again and pulled out the Qingteng sword from its scabbard, not revealing half of the sword light.

"It's up to you this time!"

Airplanes~~

Although he didn't quite understand what his master meant, Qingteng Jian still responded.

Ji Yuan took a deep breath, the sound of the word "E" was contained in his mouth but not released, and the Xuanhuang Qi in the mountains and rivers of the artistic conception came out along the golden bridge, guiding the tip of his right finger with Ji Yuan's mana.

The fingers seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the fingertips were even more red and oozing blood.

Ji Yuan's right hand sword pointed at the sword, and the Xuanhuang Qi gushed out together with mana and blood, and the seal script wrote a word many times.

"Chop, chop, chop, chop, ......."

After each word is written, the next word will be more difficult to write, and the more mana will be consumed, and the mana of the dantian will be consumed later, and the Dan Qi needs to transform a part of the mana to write another word, and then convert a part to write another word.

By the time all the words were written, the sword body was enough to hold forty-nine chopping characters, Ji Yuan was already a little pale and dizzy, and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

The last slash fell, Ji Yuanqiang couldn't hold back the dizziness, and the Zhizi led the sky to seal the sword body with a wisp of heaven and earth positive yang qi.

The Xuanhuang mixed-blooded handwriting on the Qingteng sword gradually disappeared in the flash, restoring the original appearance of the sword body.

"Whew... Ho... Whew......"

Ji Yuan sat against the wall next to the bed a little out of strength, touching his itchy nose with his hand, and sure enough, there was a trace of blood.

The momentum of the three-year pregnant spirit of the Qingteng Sword is still there, and the point of cutting wild fruits on the mountain before is naturally not counted, and Ji Yuan uses the power of merit to execute the edict, and writes seven seven and forty-nine words in a row, which is bound to combine the sword momentum of the Qingteng Fairy Sword to kill the injured monster.

In the end, it is a monster that transforms into a climate, and Ji Yuan has no bottom in his heart, so he uses all the means to press the bottom of the box.

However, although I am not sure if it can be done, in the process of writing, Ji Yuan has no fluctuation in his mind to kill, so as to build up momentum for the Qingteng Sword.

The Qingteng Sword was now suspended in front of the bed, neither screaming nor flying wildly, as if it was pressing a heavy qi machine, making its sharpness hide and not emit.

When Ji Yuan recovered a little, he casually summoned the scabbard, slowly closed it to the Qingteng Sword in person, and then walked to the bed in the guest room to prop up the wooden window, turned his head to the Qingteng Sword and admonished:

"The flame of the Samadhi True Fire is not so easy to bear, you quickly go to where Master Yin is, use the True Fire Breath to find the demon, and kill it! Remember, that is a shape-shifting monster, you only have one sword at your peak, and then it will fall, if you don't succeed in a sword, you must not fight!"

Airplanes......

The sound of the Qingteng sword was subtle but extremely imposing, and the restrained sword intent made the air within two inches of the sword body slightly blurred.

"Well, go ahead!"

Ji Yuan's somewhat tired voice fell.

Sou~

The Qingteng Sword has turned into a streamer and flew out of the wooden window, and then soared into the sky, rising to the sky in a dozen breaths, and passing through it rapidly with the power of the wind, the qi machine pointed to the Chunhui Mansion in Jizhou, and the speed was actually beyond the imagination of Ji Yuan.

The spirit is difficult to conceive, the spirit is difficult to achieve, and the fate is as mysterious as the cultivation of the Tao, that is, how many immortal weapons and spiritual treasures are there in the entire immortal cultivation world, and the reason why the Qingteng Sword can make Ji Yuan, a person who has always been conservative in size, also set it as a fairy sword, is because the sword spirit has become and is agile.

Ji Yuan looked at his immortal sword flying into the air and thought about whether it could be done, and muttered on his lips.

"I'm a little envious......"

Another feeling of dizziness came, Ji Yuan shook his head, returned to the bedside, and began to sit cross-legged, casting a qi guide trick to attract spiritual energy to gather.

As bursts of aura converged to nourish the body, Ji Yuan's discomfort also faded little by little.