In these three days, in addition to consolidating and breaking through the cultivation realm of the ninth layer of the Gathering Spirit, and recovering from injuries, Chang'an also used the essence blood to refine, in his mind, this strange fan sword, the least grade is also innate, since the storage bag can't be collected, there is no reason why it can't be hidden in the spiritual sea after the sacrifice. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

You must know that the treasures on Chang'an's body, only the ancient mirror has been refined by the essence blood sacrifice, and it has been hidden in the spirit sea of Chang'an, and even the innate grade Qiuyue Sword has not enjoyed this treatment, but has been placed in the storage bag by Chang'an.

If it weren't for the sudden increase in the weight of the fan sword by three hundred catties, reaching an astonishing five hundred catties, Chang'an would not have sacrificed its essence blood, but helplessly, after the sacrifice, the fan sword still couldn't be contained.

In this short road of more than ten miles, Chang'an came over stiffly, and even cut the blood-colored rattan that Chang'an gave Xiao Qi as a magic weapon into two sections, like making a medicine basket, one end was wrapped around the fan sword, and one section was made into a strap, which was carried on the body, because the fan sword was too heavy, and the ordinary branches and rattans could not bear it at all and broke.

What made Chang'an even more desperate was that when he was carrying a fan sword and calling out the Qiuyue Sword to fly, the spiritual power of the ninth layer of the spirit gathering was like a deflated ball, and it was consumed wildly, and it flew out of a mile, and the spiritual power in the spiritual sea was consumed forty percent, and the frightened Chang'an had to go over the mountains and mountains, travel a long distance, stick out his tongue, and pant to the village and town that Xiao Qi said.

This meal is good to go, Chang'an who walks is doubtful of life, and the outline of the village and town finally appears in his eyes, listening to the encouragement and shouts of Niuniu in his ears, Chang'an, dizzy, his eyes are green, and he just holds his breath and walks to the entrance of the town.

The person standing at the entrance of the town looked at Chang'an who walked in dumbfounded, and the deep footprints left on the ground made everyone gasp, swallow their saliva, and look at the fan-shaped strange weapon on Chang'an's back in disbelief.

What they didn't expect was that when Chang'an stepped into the stone steps at the entrance of the town, every time he stepped down and raised, he could see the shocking cracks on the stone steps, and no one could imagine that this boy who was only thirteen or fourteen years old was carrying such a heavy object that even the rocks were broken.

"It's right in front, do you see, that old woman, come on..."

Xiao Qi's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took out a small cloth that could wring out water, wiped the sweat that continued to secrete from Chang'an's forehead, and excitedly wanted to pat Niuniu, but suddenly saw Niuniu's cold eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his outstretched hand couldn't help patting Chang'an's head in embarrassment.

The distance of only a dozen steps, enough for Chang'an to walk for three minutes, looking at the villagers of Chang'an on the road, not only are they not afraid of Xiao Qi and Niu Niu, but when they hear Xiao Qi's voice, they are even more curious, and even the children who were holding hands by their parents and eating sugar gourds are staring at their parents with big eyes and asking their parents, Xiao Huang in his own family, why can't he speak.

Finally walked to the white-haired old woman's bun shop, Chang'an let go of the rattan on his shoulder, and under countless pairs of shocked eyes, the fan sword fell to the ground, smashing out a big pit, disgusted with a piece of dust, and Chang'an, who was about to collapse, ignored so many pairs of eyes that fell on him, regardless of others, lying on the fan sword in the pit, and his body posed with a big character.

His tired lips trembled, his hands and feet twitched, he looked at the clear sky, and suddenly felt that the world was so beautiful.

And this scene happened to be seen by the young man on the other side of the road, on the second floor of an inn, by the window.

This young man has phoenix eyes and a handsome face, and under a green dress, there is a beautiful girl about sixteen years old, beating her legs with small fists, and a flattering smile.

Behind the young man, there stood two big men with cold eyes, and opposite the young man sat a man dressed in black and wearing a hat and a hat, who seemed to be very young.

The young man raised the teacup, shook it and sniffed it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and he glanced at Chang'an lying on the fan sword, I don't know if it refers to the tea in his hand, or Chang'an, and said softly: "Interesting..."

Facing the young man, the person wearing a hat on his head, hearing this, tilted his head slightly, looked through the black veil, and looked at Chang'an, who was lying on the ground surrounded by many people, his whole body convulsed, and he was breathing heavily, and he couldn't help but chuckle at Chang'an's appearance.

"Niuniu, come on..."

Xiao Qi, who jumped on the ground, pulled Niuniu, jumped in front of the bun shop, stood on tiptoe, looked at the old woman who was rubbing her face and smiling, and shouted excitedly: "Mother-in-law... Mother-in-law... Remember me? I'm here to eat steamed buns..."

She remembered that a few years ago, there was a man and a woman, who looked like dignitaries, leading a tree stump, staying in front of her bun shop for a while, and asked for some buns, during which the most surprising thing for her was that the small tree stump had a great appetite and ate a lot.

Seeing the stump again, the memory of this old, kind mother-in-law's mind couldn't help but gradually become clear.

"Mother-in-law remembers, remembers..."

As soon as she heard the old woman remember, Xiao Qi glanced at Niuniu proudly, raised her eyebrows, and looked at the appearance, which made Niuniu roll her eyes.

"Let's have three meat buns first..."

The old woman smiled slightly, nodded, and shouted to the small room behind her: "Daughter-in-law Li... Wang'er... Here are three cages of meat buns..."

"Okay..."

A middle-aged man with an honest appearance smiled from the hut and waved his hand to Xiao Qi, he was very impressed by this small stump.

Xiao Qi also beckoned, smelling the basket of meaty steamed buns in front of the old woman, he couldn't help the excitement in his heart, his feet were together, and his body suddenly stretched out, holding the one-meter-high shop counter, his face was intoxicated, and he took a deep breath.

This scene not only frightened the old woman who was kneading dough at the counter of the shop, but also frightened the onlookers, her body trembled, and even some children who were held by their parents were frightened by this scene and pouted, looking like they were about to cry.

But somehow, these onlookers were stunned for a few breaths, and suddenly there was an old man holding a monkey and a leather whip in his hand, his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and he clapped his hands violently, and exclaimed: "Good trick, good trick..."

Those who heard the old man's voice couldn't help but clap their hands, and in an instant, in front of the old woman's bun shop, there was thunderous applause, and the quiet atmosphere became lively.

The child who was holding hands by his parents and licking the sugar gourd, when he heard the word trick, he couldn't help but look at the marshmallows on the small holes on the vendor's counter on the other side, and then looked at Xiao Qi, and then at the marshmallows, as if he had made up his mind, generally, suddenly took out a copper plate from his pocket and threw it over reluctantly.