It was another sunny morning, Sikong Ember slowly opened his eyes, and found himself in a spacious large room, the furnishings in the room were elegant, the materials were all fine pear blossom wood, and some decorations from friends, which looked very valuable at a glance.

Sikong Ember sat up, and suddenly remembered the terrifying battle inside the sword array before, struggling on the edge of life and death again and again, it was really like a world away.

After exhaling a long breath, he slapped his face without warning, hurting, and laughed stupidly, it seems that he is not dreaming, his little fate is picked up.

Hurriedly moved his lower tibia, and found that his body was fine, and his body was full of qi, and there was no sign of deep internal injuries at all.

The sword wound on his chest? Sikong Ember hurriedly touched his chest, and found that his original gray linen clothes, which were more beggars than beggars' clothes, were gone, and now he was wearing a white silk robe with excellent texture, with exquisite moire embroidery on it, I don't know what material was used, and the moire looked like there was even a trace of blue light.

My goodness, if this dress is taken out and sold, it will be worth a few hundred taels.

Sikong Ember carefully pulled the silk and satin on his chest away, revealing the chest wrapped in a thick layer of white cloth, it seemed that someone had bandaged himself carefully, and touched it with his hand, it didn't hurt much anymore, but it was a little itchy.

After the clothes were put on, he touched the big bed under his buttocks, he enjoyed such treatment for the first time in so many years, this bed was really big and soft, and it was very comfortable to lie down, it was estimated that the big fat man of the Qiongxiao Sword Sect could turn back and forth when he slept on, and his eyes were red when he saw the clanging belongings on the other party.

Hmph, now I have a baby, huh? By the way, what about my baby?

Suddenly thinking that his clothes had been changed, what about the sword given by Senior Brother Chengfeng in his arms?

With a smack, Sikong Ember jumped up from the bed and groped wildly on his body, no, what about the bedside, pillows, quilts, cushions, or no.

Such a beautiful short sword, who would be fascinated by anyone, was it really submissive by that group of dogs?

At this time, Sikong Ember caught a glimpse of a box on a beautiful round table in the middle of the room, this box was made of gold sunken wood, and a sense of luxury was rising, it was really extravagant, could it be that his own prices would be placed in it?

So Sikong Ember stepped forward, gently stroked the exquisite carving on the golden wooden long box, and was full of praise, and then carefully opened the box, and sure enough, a two-foot-long short sword lay quietly inside.

But...... How did it become so ugly, the originally transparent dark red hilt became black and unsmooth at this time, as ugly as a piece of black charcoal, the sword body is okay to say, there is still a little chill, but the surface is dull and has nothing to do with it, are you serious about growing so many rust spots?

Originally, I didn't dare to take it out and shake it, but now it's okay, I don't dare to take it out, this can't be taken out at all......

Sikong Ash, who was looking disgusted, suddenly saw that there was a piece of black and non-slippery thing in the box.

"Huh...... What is this?"

He took out the black merciless thing with his hand, and carefully did not let him touch his precious clothes.

"How do you look at it...... it's a little familiar"

Sikong Ember muttered quietly as he looked at it......

Suddenly, he thought of something, the token that flew around in the hands of the dead fat man, yes, Qiong Xiaoling, the thing that made him suffer in the sword array, how did it become this virtue, God opened his eyes and was struck by lightning?

Why am I very dark? What black things are thrown at me, isn't it the signature of the Qiongxiao Sword Sect? Why is no one robbing it?

After glancing at it with disgust, Sikong Ember threw it back into the box with his hand, and gently re-covered the box with his other hand.

It's just that what Sikong Ember didn't see was that at the moment on the lid of the box, Qiong Xiaoling once again bloomed with a dazzling red light, but in just a moment, he was deeply frightened back by the chill of the "burning stick" on the side.

Sikong Ember walked around the room a few times, stretched his muscles and bones a few times again, and an indescribable comfort spread throughout his body, one word, cool.

I don't know if my realm has improved, I was trapped in the sword array before, and I used the true qi that Senior Brother Chengfeng spent too much, but I didn't pay attention to my own realm, and now it is that the wealth of the family is gone, and it seems that only my own is the most precious.

Immediately hold your breath and concentrate, your left hand is down, and your right hand is on your chest, shattering the present day.

A familiar qi is running wildly in the body, and the flow of qi often referred to in martial arts refers to how long it can run in a breathing room, the longer it runs, the greater the intensity, the higher the intensity of the qi, and the stronger the lethality of the martial arts secret methods transformed into various forms.

Before, it was just the Sikong Ember of the six-grade realm, and the qi machine between a breath was not even running completely, this realm was a fantasy for him, generally speaking, the upper realm of the five grades could touch this realm, and a breath of ventilation could re-condense the true qi in the body, the richer the qi, the higher the strength of the muscles and veins around the body, and the more condensed the true qi.

Between the five peaks of one breath, the qi can circulate about 100 zhang.

The peak realm of the four products can reach dozens of miles.

The realm of the three grades is just like the previous heads of the Qiongxiao Sword Sect, and the qi is condensed to reach the sky, up to four hundred miles.

The peak of the strength of the second grade can be about six hundred miles, and those above are legendary-level figures.

Of course, practicing swords, it is still more than sword qi, immortal flying sword, and the momentum of slashing the sky with a sword is still more handsome than this.

The moment the Shattering Present Dynasty Exercise was running, all the golden runes in his body exploded out of his body at once under the control of Sikong Ash, and formed a tight circle around him, slowly rotating around him.

The whole room was suddenly dazzling with golden light, and a stream of qi burst out in an instant, but it didn't make any sound, and it was all blocked by golden runes.

One hundred and twenty zhang

The peak realm of the fifth grade is close to the fourth grade.

Sikong Ember slowly put the golden runes and the qi that flowed outside into his body, and then looked at his hands stupidly happy.

I'm happier than I was to eat a meal of meat in a few months.

However, when he suddenly thought of the terrifying strength of the black-robed man inside the sword array, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, in exchange for a kind of battle intent.

The Earth Spirit Bead is still in that guy's hands, and one day, I will get it back from you in the open.

There is also the last wish of Senior Brother Chengfeng......

Sikong Ember exhaled softly a breath of turbidity.

However, he did not go to the door, but opened the wooden box again, took a clean piece of silk from the side, took out the short sword and wiped it carefully, and found that those rust spots were innate, no matter how they wiped it, they were like that, and in desperation, they had to wrap the body of the short sword in the silk cloth that was still white but had some wrinkles, and carefully put it into his arms.

As for that token......

He took an ordinary piece of Juanpa from the side, and wrapped the black charcoal-like metal piece tightly with his hand and put it in his arms.

Other than that, Sikong Ember didn't take another thing.

After doing all this, Sikong Ember walked to the door, opened the door gently, a burst of warm sunshine came to the surface, a familiar fragrance of flowers came to his face, there was no day of fighting and killing, it was good.

Sikong Ember smiled lightly and rejected his naïve idea.

Outside the house were all disciples of the Qiongxiao Sword Sect who were busy, and they were all running back and forth with their working tools, as if they were repairing something.

Wasn't there so many young and strong laborers who had been arrested before? Why do you still need to go into battle on your own?

Sikong Ember was a little puzzled in his heart.

At this time, a disciple was a little surprised when he saw Sikong Ember come out, but the next moment he made a Jianghu salute to Sikong Ember with a fist, and said something to another companion on the side, and the other party ran away.

The disciple walked up to Sikong Ember and said, "Looking at the young man's full spirit, it seems that the previous injury is no longer serious, such a serious injury, if it were me, I would have to lie down for at least half a month before I could get out of bed." ”

Sikong Ember smiled and said, "I'm rough and thick-skinned, I'm used to it, I'm used to it, I don't know how long I've been lying down." ”

The other party did not continue to study this issue, and replied neatly: "Shaoxia has been in a coma for three days, several elders have come over before to personally heal your injuries, Elder Li Cheng also instructed me to wait, if you see Shaoxia you wake up, you must inform him as soon as possible, I have already asked my companion to report before, I think Elder Li Cheng should be almost here, Shaoxia, you should be hungry for so many days, just wait in the house for a while, and later arrange for other disciples to bring you food, they are all good dishes of the Sword Sect, and you are satisfied." ”

Sikong Ember heard the food, and his stomach was making a fuss, this is to rebel, there is no way, the Five Organs Temple still has to worship first.

So he thanked the disciple and returned to his room.

After a while, several disciples brought a pot of rice, a few plates of delicacies, and a pot of wine, which was really thoughtful.

Sikong Ember hurriedly got up to thank him, and the other party left after returning the salute, leaving Sikong Ember alone to eat there, this rice is fragrant, it is not a bargain at first glance, this dish is authentic, the meat is fat but not greasy, it is too delicious, and the wine is even more wonderful, mellow and fragrant, more fragrant than the first restaurant in Lingxi Town-Fengxian Pavilion's rice.

There was a gust of wind and clouds, and Sikong Ember ate all the meals cleanly, and burped very satisfied.

Only then did I find that there was a figure standing at the door, looking at him with a smile.

The person who came was none other than Elder Li Cheng, and when he found that the young man had finally found himself, he walked in and beckoned the other disciples to clean up the table of dishes and chopsticks.

Sikong Ember saw Elder Li Cheng come in, and hurriedly got up to greet him.

Li Cheng laughed and said, "Little brother, you can eat enough, do you want to have more?"

Sikong Ember smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly said, "Enough is enough, let the old-timers see the jokes." ”

Li Cheng walked to Sikong Ash, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Yes, it seems that there is no major problem, let's recuperate in the Sword Sect during this time." ”