"Qiuping, you slow down~"

The woman had a hint of helplessness on her face, half-pushing and half-pushing Ma Qiuping's pull. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ma Qiuping smiled: "Cuicui, I only looked for you today, it's slow enough......"

As he spoke, he pressed the other party against the wall before he could close the door......

When Li Sanbai saw it, he was stunned for a while, and a little funny for a while, and quietly walked out of the room.

For this Ma Qiuping, he didn't have much idea of revenge, although the other party had also squeezed him in words during the day, but he had never been like Bai Wenxuan.

After Li Sanbai left the room, he went to another room, pushed the door in, and saw Song Ziyuan sitting at the table, holding a medicinal herb in his hand, and looking at it.

When Li Sanbai saw it, his breath suddenly stagnated, and his eyes burned to look at the grass.

I saw that the grass was empty and real, between the phase and the phaseless, it was the little phaseless grass he wanted to get.

After Song Ziyuan looked at Xiao Wuxiangcao for a while, he put it into a dark grid on the wall, and then went to the bed to meditate cross-legged and began to practice.

Li Sanbai slowly walked to the dark grid, took the small Wuxiang grass, and was about to leave, when there were suddenly two knocks on the door of "Tuk Tuk".

When Li Sanbai heard this, he was shocked, and Song Ziyuan, who was meditating cross-legged on the bed, also woke up, and shouted "Who", while getting up and opening the door.

Outside the door, there was a miscellaneous disciple, and said to Song Ziyuan: "Senior Brother Song, Senior Brother Bai Wenxuan is guarding the door tonight, but he was stunned by a spell, Senior Brother Liu found out when he was patrolling the night, so he sent us back to inform everyone to be careful, saying that someone may have sneaked into the Guanxin Courtyard at night." ”

"Is that so?"

Song Ziyuan showed a deep look on his face, and immediately turned around and walked towards the dark grid where the little phaseless grass was placed.

When Li Sanbai saw it, his heart sank, he couldn't be cautious anymore, and his body was longitudinal, and he ran past the miscellaneous disciple.

"Huh?"

"Who is it?"

When he rushed out, all kinds of movements were blocked by the clutch breath Dafa, but he brought up a piece of clothes with the miscellaneous disciple, which immediately aroused the confusion of the miscellaneous disciple and Song Ziyuan's surprise.

"Click~"

The secret grid was opened, and there was no small grass inside, Song Ziyuan still didn't know what was going on, but the concealment methods of the infiltrated person made him unable to detect it in person, which made Song Ziyuan shocked.

"Oh~"

Song Ziyuan swung out a sword light with his senses, and Li Sanbai took out a white-clothed sword to block it, and then his body was vertical and flashed to the side.

"Someone, someone stole the little Wuxiang grass!"

......

There was chaos in the Guanxin Courtyard for a while, searching everywhere for Li Sanbai's traces, but Li Sanbai relied on the Blame Ring, but he was stunned and went down to the Huangya Peak unscathed, and even the extremely protective magic array in the Guanxin Courtyard failed to stop him.

After getting off the Huangya Peak, Li Sanbai thought in his heart: "I only came to ask for the little Wuxiang grass during the day, and the grass was lost at night, no matter what, someone will suspect me." ”

"I just took advantage of the night to find Senior Li Qingyun and asked him to help me practice the white-clothed sword with Xiao Wuxiang Grass. ”

Thinking of this, Li Sanbai walked to Zhanqi Peak, entered Zixiao Palace, and touched the Heart Refining Building.

In the Heart Refining Building, Li Qingyun did not drink abnormally, but sat behind a table, looking at the bright moon through the window.

Li Sanbai's body was still in the Dafa of Clutch Breath, but as soon as he entered the Heart Refining Building, Li Qingyun was shocked, and the flying sword on the side flew spontaneously with a "poof".

"Who?"

Li Qingyun asked awe-inspiringly, the flying sword light was fierce, and Li Sanbai was forced from afar.

Although Li Sanbai was invisible, he felt that he had nothing to hide under Li Qingyun's sword light, and a cold sweat broke out on his back in an instant: "Uncle Li, it's me." ”

As he spoke, he withdrew the clutch and breath Dafa, revealing his figure.

"Sanbai?"

Li Qingyun looked at Li Sanbai and looked puzzled: "I almost didn't find out what kind of means you used to hide your figure." ”

When Li Sanbai heard this, his face hesitated, thinking that Chen Xuansheng seemed to regard this separation ring as very important, so he said: "Uncle Li, this is related to a friend of mine, can I not say it?"

Li Qingyun listened and smiled slightly: "Is it the disciple who came with you that day to lead the Luoyang ghost mission? He is a descendant of the Ghost Valley, so it is not surprising that he has all kinds of mysterious methods." ”

Li Sanbai was taken aback: "Uncle Li, do you know him?"

Li Qingyun said: "As soon as he came to the Heart Refining Building, I saw his identity, but the Guigu inheritance is different from the inheritance of various immortal sects, and it does not affect him to worship our Xuanwu Sect, so I didn't say anything." ”

He also said: "Sanbai, you came to the Heart Refining Building late at night, what's the matter?"

Li Sanbai said: "I came to find Uncle Li to help me practice the white-clothed sword with the little phaseless grass. ”

After that, he took out the little Wuxiang grass and told him about his experience today.

Li Qingyun listened to it and smiled: "I didn't expect you to have such an encounter today, Sanbai." ”

"Actually, if you encounter this kind of thing, just come to me directly, why bother to steal grass? Then Chen Xuansheng, as a descendant of Guigu, should be resourceful, why did he give you such a bad idea?"

"This ......"

Li Sanbai was stunned for a moment, and then he thought that what Li Qingyun said was right, if he came to him and he came forward, then Song Ziyuan would probably take the initiative to hand over Xiao Wuxiangcao.

It's just that although he had an agreement with Li Qingyun, he had only met a few times, so he didn't expect him for a while.

When Li Qingyun saw it, he smiled slightly, but he didn't care, and said to Li Sanbai: "Then you will start to practice the white-clothed sword with the method of blood sacrifice, and I will refine the little Wuxiang grass for you on the side and integrate it into the white-clothed sword." ”

"Good. ”

Li Sanbai nodded, then handed the little Wuxiang grass to Li Qingyun, and then concentrated on it, forcing a little blood out of his fingers along the meridians, and pointed at the white-clothed sword.

Suddenly, I saw that the white-clothed sword lit up, and there was a faint connection with Li Sanbai, and Li Sanbai separated a wisp of divine consciousness and fell on the white-clothed sword.

This divine consciousness wanted to merge into the white-clothed sword, but a soft groan came from the white-clothed sword, and the Xuanmu needle appeared, and Li Sanbai's divine consciousness was already connected to the needle.

When Li Sanbai's newly separated divine consciousness fell on the white-clothed sword, the divine consciousness on the Xuanqi needle was shocked, and the newly separated divine consciousness was immediately shaken.

Seeing this, Li Qingyun's face was calm, and with a pinching of his hand, a Xuanguang shot out, which fell on the little Wuxiang grass, and the little Wuxiang grass quickly melted, turned into a puddle of medicinal juice, and fell on the white-clothed sword and the Xuanqi needle.

"Ding~"

"Hum~"

......

Drenched by this pool of medicinal juice, the shape of the white-clothed sword and the Xuanqi needle gradually faded, and a sword shadow faintly appeared in the white-clothed sword.

"Oh~"

The sword shadow was in silence, but it was shaking, and the medicinal juice passed through the white-clothed sword, and gradually the sword shadow.

"Oh~"

"Ding~"

......

In the white-clothed sword, although the Xuanmu Needle and the Chengying Sword originally sensed each other, they were clearly distinguishable from each other, but at this time, they gradually eliminated the barrier, and faintly seemed to be one.

"Huh~"

Seeing this, Li Sanbai threw his wisp of divine sense on the white-clothed sword again, and began to practice with great painstaking efforts.