"Nothing will happen, right?" Luo Anxin was uneasy, Jin Zi didn't respond, and he didn't have the heart to do anything else, so he simply patted the storage bag and took out a sword.

The sword is a shark skin scabbard, with a green hilt, and the word Biyun is engraved on the hilt, which is obviously the Biyun Sword.

This is exactly the sword used by Zheng Jun, but he was killed by Luo An before he could sacrifice it, where is the opportunity to make it, but now it is cheap Luo An, this is used by the mid-stage Jindan monks, although it is also a spiritual weapon, but it must be much stronger than the spiritual weapon flying sword he used before, so he simply used this flying sword for the time being, so as not to alarm the gold with the flying gold sword.

Moreover, Jin Zi had also reminded him that in order to increase his experience, he still had to use the Flying Gold Sword as little as possible, and now he just used this sword instead, he is now strong in his Divine Thoughts, Zheng Jun is dead, and his Divine Thoughts are scattered, and it is naturally easier to refine the Biyun Sword.

"Roan!" a weak voice came from within the golden sword, it was the voice of Jinzi.

"Gold, how are you. Luo An hurriedly placed the Flying Gold Sword on the palm of his hand.

"I need to recover, I'm afraid I'll have to sleep for a few months, you can do it yourself, remember not to use the Flying Gold Sword lightly, especially in front of some Immortal Dao Ancestors who have participated in the Battle of the Gods. ”

After saying that, the gold stopped moving, and it was thought that he had fallen into a deep sleep.

It turned out that she just woke up from her deep sleep, fortunately she didn't sleep for thousands of years, Luo An was finally more down-to-earth, used to the days of gold, this girl was not there, and he always felt that there was something shortcoming.

"Immortals, Dao Ancestor?" If Luo An tastes gold, how can there be any immortals here, I'm afraid that there are no immortals in the entire Wuji Four Elephant Sect, as for Kunlun, as well as those big factions with inheritance sources, and even people in the Demon Sect, there must be some, and they shouldn't be able to touch it for the time being.

Luo An muttered, but it's always good to be careful, so let's just use the Biyun Sword first.

He shrunk the golden sword into the shape of an earring and hung it on his ear, and then found a reason to go out of the sect, found a personal government, and whether it was a corrupt official or not, and looted the gold in the treasure house, which was as much as seventy or eighty thousand taels.

If the gold wakes up and needs to be used, won't he break his hand? This can also be prepared, anyway, he has several storage bags, and he can also hold some.

When he returned to the sect, it was already dawn, and Luo An had breakfast in the inner gate dining hall and went straight to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The jade slips taught by the sect are just some ordinary spells, and the more advanced martial arts, spells and other books of the sect are generally in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, of course, it also costs points.

Luo An has accumulated more than 60,000 points, and he doesn't need to exchange them for flying swords, so he can simply use them to enrich himself.

It's just that he just came to the front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion when he saw a handsome male cultivator wearing a white robe coming out of it.

This male cultivator behaves freely, and has a floating temperament when he walks, but his eyebrows are raised, and his eyes look extremely yin and sharp.

Luo An recognized this person, it was Long Haoyang, a disciple of the sect, and it was said that this person was already a third-level cultivator of Jindan, the first disciple of the sect, and the person who was the most promising person to inherit the position of head in the future.

Tens of thousands of disciples of the outer door, after layers of selection, there are only a few people who have the opportunity to become a disciple of the family, and the disciples of the family have belonged to the core category of the sect, and the status of the disciples of the inner door is respected and I don't know much.

According to the rules of the sect, when the disciple enters the middle stage of Jindan, he can no longer be a disciple, either to become an elder of the sect, or to be used as a candidate for the head of the sect, and this Long Haoyang is the one with the highest voice among the heirs of the sect, the age is only thirty years old, he is already a Jindan, and his qualifications can be described as outstanding.

Long Hao came out, and saw Luo An at a glance, a touch of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he ignored him, and the white-clothed Shengxue passed proudly.

Don't look at Luo An's beheading of Zheng Jun, it is still nothing in Long Haoyang's eyes, in his opinion, Luo An is just borrowing the power of the magic weapon, and the golden sword is obviously a heavy treasure, with the existence of a soul. However, the golden sword soul was obviously hit hard, and it was hard to say whether it could be recovered, how could he put Luo An in his eyes as a senior brother of the sect and the first person to pass on his disciples.

It's just that he is very interested in Luo An's flying golden sword, but this person is extremely hidden, even if he is extremely eager for Luo An's golden sword, he is as cold as ice on the surface, and he can't see the slightest.

"Shit, pretend to be a criminal. Luo An secretly complained to himself, people ignored him, he didn't bother to put a hot face on his cold ass, but as soon as he was about to go in, he heard a coquettish cry, "Senior brother!"

Luo An looked back and saw that it was Feng Zhuyu The woman who ran over from the trail and met Long Haoyang.

"It turned out to be Senior Sister Zhuyu. This Long Haoyang's eyes showed a rare hint of softness.

Feng Zhuyu saw Luo An at a glance, and immediately remembered that he had torn his clothes to expose the spring light, and suddenly there was anger in his eyes, but this anger quickly disappeared, and he turned to Long Hao and said with a smile: "Senior brother, let's go to the outside of the mountain to practice swords." ”

"Okay, Senior Sister Yu'er!" This Long Haoyang even changed his name, the two laughed all the way, and went to the outside of the mountain together, and went to find a place to practice swords outside the sect.

"Shit, this pair of dogs and men. "How could Luo An not see that Feng Zhuyu liked this Long Haoyang, as for the few personal disciples who often followed her, they were just spare tires, used to brush up their sense of existence.

"What's the big deal, no matter how awesome Lao Tzu is, he has seen your ...... Hehe!" Luo An smiled weirdly and entered the Scripture Pavilion by himself.

There was an elder guarding the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but it was just like them who were also in the Dragon Realm, and Luo An immediately showed his identity jade card.

"Roan?" the elder glanced up at him, "Go inside." ”

Obviously, because Luo An beheaded Zheng Jun, he was already famous in the sect, and even the elders of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion knew about him.

There are three layers in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, covering thousands of volumes, and Luo An has advanced one layer, all of which are common spells practiced by inner and outer disciples, but there are more types, and there are some classics and history books.

Luo An flipped through and went up to the second floor, the second floor was obviously more advanced, which not only had spells, but also martial arts.

Luo An flipped through the same and went up three more floors.

At the door of the third floor, there is an old man with drooping skin and drooping eyes sitting upright, this old man's face is wrinkled, looking old, only occasionally his eyes open and close, but his gaze is extremely sharp.

Luo An came to him, the old man opened his eyes, and the dim eyes seemed to have two lightning bolts, but when Luo An looked again, they had already returned to normal.

"This old man is a master, at least no worse than that Zheng Jun. Luo An muttered to himself, but the other party's momentum was restrained, and he couldn't see the specific realm of the other party.