The swordsman Xia Hou www.biquge.info pen fun pavilion is cleaning his wounds by the stream.

Xia Hou didn't know about spells, so he didn't know how attractive his blood was to those youkai.

Generally to describe the darkness of society, it will be said that "people eat people", but this word eating only belongs to an adjective, but in the world of cultivating immortals, the word cannibalism is the original meaning, that is, to eat people alive.

Monks like to eat demon beasts, the flesh and blood of demon beasts are great tonics for monks, and refining demon pills into pills can also improve cultivation, and similarly, demon beasts also like to eat monks, because the flesh and blood of monks are also great tonics, and the golden pill is also crunchy when bitten, and ghosts are more picky, they eat people and don't like to eat bones and skin, they only like to eat flesh and blood.

In the eyes of ghosts, the taste of human flesh and blood is to be graded, the worst is the kind of old man, these old people's flesh and blood are old, the external performance is qi and blood like a lamp, such an old man eats like steamed buns, can fill the stomach, but don't expect the taste to be delicious, better than the old people are young people and children, the external performance of these people is qi and blood like a plate, the taste is like meat and steamed buns, not only can fill the stomach, eat more and do not feel tired, and then there are martial artists who have practiced martial arts, the external performance is qi and blood like wheels, the better the martial arts, the bigger the wheel of qi and blood, this kind of martial arts has tasted like abalone and sea cucumber, it is an excellent delicacy, and above the martial artist is the immortal cultivator, the external surface is qi and blood such as a pool, and there are qi and blood such as a river, qi and blood such as a river, qi and blood such as the sea and so on.

Xia Hou is a martial artist, and his martial arts are quite high, in the eyes of ghosts, his qi and blood are several wheels big, surrounding his body, it is simply conspicuous, ghosts generally will not let go of such martial artists, not to mention the grandmother who has just suffered a big loss in the hands of Lin Feng, grandma is in urgent need of supplementation, Xia Hou is now the best tonic for grandma.

So Nie Xiaoqian appeared, as soon as Nie Xiaoqian appeared, the surroundings had already been illusory by her grandmother, Xia Hou didn't feel that it was very wrong for a woman to suddenly appear on such a night, and he didn't notice that as soon as Nie Xiaoqian appeared, a talisman on his back had slowly burned.

Nie Xiaoqian successfully completed her task, she fascinated Xia Hou, and when Xia Hou wanted to make further moves, a burning pain suddenly came from her back, but it was the talisman that had already burned Xia Hou's skin.

Xia Hou's eyes suddenly became clear, and he also realized that something was wrong, and turned around to take the sword in his hand, at this moment, Xia Hou suddenly realized that a long tongue rolled towards him.

"What kind of person, pretending to be a ghost?Yan Chixia, is it you?" Xia Hou shouted, slashing away with a sword.

Xia Hou's martial arts are really good, the sword in his hand is also very sharp, one sword will cut the tongue in two, the severed tongue is jumping on the ground, the tree spirit grandma is also quite unlucky, it didn't expect Xia Hou to suddenly regain his senses, and suddenly suffered a small loss.

"You really deserve to die." Grandma, who had suffered twice in a row, was already completely angry, Yan Chixia was okay, and Grandma Tree Spirit couldn't do anything about him, but what kind of thing is Xia Hou?

A huge tree root suddenly appeared on the ground, and then directly turned into a human form, and the tree spirit grandmother stretched out her hand, and countless branches flew out of its robe sleeves, enveloping Xia Hou, it wanted to hold Xia Hou, and then drink blood and eat meat.

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"Fellow Daoist, did you use the Xuanyuan Sword Technique just now? Or did I read it wrong?" Yan Chixia pointed to the Xuanyuan Sword in Lin Feng's hand, and asked with a look of horror on her face.

Lin Feng was silent for a moment: "Hmm."

Lin Feng knew why Yan Chixia was like this, if it was replaced by Lin Feng himself, it would probably be about the same.

The monk's magic weapon is a very personal item, and after a long period of ritual cultivation, the magic weapon will form a unique connection with the monk, and unless this connection is severed, it is impossible for outsiders to use the magic weapon, especially the use of magic.

It's like having a dog at home, originally raised for several years, the owner originally thought that the dog had been raised, who knew that one day a stranger came in from outside, but this stranger can call the dog at will, let the dog bite whoever the dog bites, and even the owner himself, the owner can not be frightened?

The most terrifying thing was that Yan Chixia felt that the connection between him and the Xuanyuan Sword was still there, but Lin Feng used this sword to use the sword technique, so Yan Chixia was a little frightened, because this subverted his cognition.

"Why is this happening?" Yan Chixia grabbed his beard and almost pulled it off: "Why is this?"

Lin Feng looked at Yan Chixia and realized that this was the best time to get the Xuanyuan Sword, and he was always a little burdened to forcibly take away a knight's things, but what if Yan Chixia could take the initiative to give it to him or Yan Chixia didn't want it herself?

So Lin Feng slowly spoke: "Yan Daoyou, maybe I know the reason, don't hide it from Daoyou, my sect is called Fengwu Sect, and there are three ancestor statues enshrined in the sect."

Yan Chixia looked at Lin Feng and didn't know what Lin Feng was talking about his sect for at this time.

"One is Emperor Xuanyuan, one is Emperor Yan, and the other is the Nine Heavens Xuannu, I practice Emperor Xuanyuan's inheritance technique, which is called Xuanyuan Emperor Gong."

Yan Chixia froze for a moment, as if she understood a little.

Lin Feng continued: "There are many people like me in the sect, and our disciples are called Xuanyuan First Blood, and the disciples of Xuanyuan First Pulse will generally forge a Xuanyuan Sword as soon as they arrive at Yuanying."

Yan Chixia had already understood, and said in an astringent voice: "Daoyou mean that this Xuanyuan Sword is actually a remnant of a certain senior of your sect?"

Lin Feng didn't speak, because if he said too much, it would be easy to have loopholes, anyway, Yan Chixia had already thought about it, and Lin Feng didn't want to make a difference.

Sure enough, Yan Chixia sighed: "So it's no wonder that you can drive the Xuanyuan Sword."

Yan Chixia's face was full of bitterness, the Xuanyuan Sword could be described as his most powerful weapon, and it had been cultivated for several years, but now it was good, and suddenly a Lin Feng appeared, saying that the Xuanyuan Sword had something to do with his sect.

If it weren't for the facts, Yan Chixia would definitely not believe it, but now Yan Chixia can't help but believe it, each sect has its own unique inheritance, in Yan Chixia's mind, Fengwu Sect must have a heritage in forging magic weapons, so he will easily drive him to cultivate the Xuanyuan Sword for several years, because this sword was originally produced by Fengwu Sect, as a disciple, of course he can do this.

So what's next?

According to the routine of ordinary sects, the disciples of the sect have the obligation and right to be responsible for recovering the items of the sect, which is also to ensure that the inheritance of the sect will not be obtained by other sects, and when exercising this right and obligation, it is impossible to rely on lip service, it is necessary to use force, does he want to do it with Lin Feng? This makes Yan Chixia very difficult.

As an upright person, Yan Chixia found that he didn't seem to have a reason to do it with Lin Feng for a Xuanyuan Sword, even if the Xuanyuan Sword was originally his, really speaking, Lin Feng would be fine if he didn't kill him, this was the premise that Yan Chixia thought that Xuanyuan Sword was Fengwu Sect, and now he already thinks so.

The rush of bells rang suddenly.