Three days later, Lan Mo Jin Yao came to visit Leng Xiao, only to see that Leng Xiao was already sitting cross-legged on the eaves and began to cultivate facing the rising sun.

This habit from childhood to adulthood is difficult to change, and Leng Xiao doesn't want to change it. Even if he swallowed the wisp of purple qi that was rising in the morning sun was of no great use to him, it could be regarded as a kind of remembrance from the depths of his heart.

"Your Excellency, morning. ”

A very ordinary greeting, but it is very pleasing to the ears in Lan Mo Jin Yao. The only thing that doesn't please the ear is that the title. He jumped up, sat next to Leng Xiao, and said with a smile: "Brother Leng and I hit it off at first sight, if Brother Leng doesn't give up, he will call me by my name." This time, thanks to Brother Leng's sacrifice of his life to rescue, he has not been thanked, the holy envoy is not the holy envoy, and the adults are not big, it is true!"

Leng Xiao said: "Since this is the case, then I will dare to call the Holy Envoy Brother Lan." Brother Lan was killed by thieves for the sake of my Purple Heart Mountain, and as a disciple of Purple Heart Mountain, I am naturally duty-bound. Besides, I am also a blessing in disguise, if I really want to say it, I should still thank Brother Lan for giving me this opportunity. ”

Leng Xiao said as he pulled down the brim of his hat, revealing slightly pale cheeks, looking a little sickly, this body had been destroyed to the foundation, and now it seems that compared to the skinny appearance, at least there is no difference from ordinary people.

Lan Mo Jin Yao was suddenly displeased, he also took off his hat, waved his hand and said: "Brother Leng said something, you sacrificed your life to save me, and finally ended up in prison, and then the opportunity is also the result of Brother Leng's own hard work, what does it have to do with me? You flatter me like this, but I am really ashamed!"

"I think I regard Brother Leng as a friend, between friends, don't talk about these things anymore, it's really unpleasant. ”

Leng Xiao smiled: "Well, in that case, you and I can be regarded as being saved by the head of Cangjin and the masters, otherwise you and I may have died at the hands of that tree demon." ”

"Yes!"

When Lan Mo Jin Yao was excited, a sickly flush would appear on his pale face, which was a lack of qi and blood, and he was not fully compensated.

Leng Xiao took out ten grains of blood sand and handed them to Lan Mo Jin Yao: "Brother Lan, this thing is called blood sand, it has the effect of making up for qi and blood, you refine it, and your body will naturally recover." ”

These ten grains of blood sand all devoured the power of the tree demon's qi and blood, and Leng Xiao had also given Qiu Yansheng a few grains two days ago. After all, the physical body has a limit, and the medicine is defective, and both he and Qiu Yansheng have used too much blood sand, and if they use it again, it will have little effect. If it is only used to make up for the deficit of qi and blood, it can be said to be a panacea.

Lan Mojin Yao saw ten fine grains of sand lying in the palm of his hand, he didn't pay much attention to it at first, looked at it carefully, was shocked, and said loudly: "This ...... Such a strange thing is extremely precious, before the Cangjin Daoist took out a thousand-year-old blood ginseng to boil medicine for me, it was extremely painful, this should not be owned by Zixin Mountain, right? Brother Leng, you and I just met in Pingshui, why should we be so generous?"

Leng Xiao waved his hand and said: "A hundred years of acquaintance may not be close, and Pingshui may not be strange." It's just a 'fate' word, life in the world, there is no need to worry too much. ”

Lan Mo Jin Yao smiled and put away the blood sand: "Since this is the case, I might as well obey my fate if I am respectful!"

"Between friends, that's how it should be. ”

"Come and don't be rude, Brother Leng is a gift, Lan is ashamed, since this is the case, I also happen to have something to give to Brother Leng. ”

He took out a stubborn stone from the ring, put it in Leng Xiao's hand, and introduced: "I saw before, Brother Leng is a person who uses a sword. This is the top of Qingfeng Mountain, the green qi has been nurtured for thousands of years, and has been born spiritually. Qingfeng Mountain, according to legend, was the fall of a monk who cultivated to the sky countless years ago, and the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand evolved into a mountain. ”

"The sword intent on Qingfeng Mountain is too strong, originally after the spiritual perfection of this spirit fetus, it will definitely trigger the sword intent of Qingfeng Mountain, and then it will be crushed and return to its origin. It was a coincidence that I was able to bring it back. ”

Leng Xiao nodded: "I see!"

Listening to Lan Mo Jin Yao's narration, in terms of value, this spirit fetus is obviously above the blood sand. However, although the two have known each other for a short time, their friendship has become much deeper, and there is no need to be pretentious.

The use of the spirit fetus, Leng Xiao had guessed, was to fuse into the sword and become a sword spirit. The horned soldier is conceived by heaven and earth, and it is something that even the green dragon cherishes, and this spirit fetus is conceived by a sword mountain, and it is also compatible with each other.

Lan Mo Jin Yao was suddenly emotional, and he was a little angry: "I can't hide it, my wife is a spiritual creature conceived by heaven and earth, I originally wanted to refine her at that time, but such a kind and beautiful life, I can't do anything." Now that I've said goodbye, I haven't seen her for many years, I don't know how she's doing?"

Leng Xiao patted him on the shoulder and said calmly: "If you are no longer by her side, then no matter how good she is, it will not be good." ”

"Brother Leng's words are very good! As I said, one day, I will go back. ”

Leng Xiao looked into the distance, the sky was red, soft and gorgeous, and said softly: "I will also go back, definitely." ”

He slashed through a space power in his hand, the boundary gate, maybe he could open it when he cultivated to the top of the distraction. It's just that the node where the human world is located is not easy to find.

After talking with Leng Xiao for a long time, Lan Mo Jin Yao went down the mountain and left. This time, he said that since the holy clothes had been broken, he simply left with ease, and no one knew that he was the Holy Envoy of the Holy Palace of Conscience, Lan Mo Jin Yao.

In the Shadow Palace, the hall master stood with his hands on the shadow student, with his back to the heavens and the earth, casually glanced at the heads of a few people who rolled down to his feet, and said lightly: "Why are only the two of you coming back, disposing of a few wastes, and losing one person?"

The two of them immediately said: "The subordinates are incompetent!"

Xiang Yingsheng sneered: "That's it, dying at the hands of waste can only show that people are not as good as waste." It seems that you thirteen years call you brothers and sisters on weekdays, and you are friends for eight worships, and when you are in the hands of your life, you are really ruthless?"

Tiansha's fist tightened, and then loosened again. The dead are gone, and no matter how much you say or think about it, it is meaningless.

"You've done a good job this time, go down!"

Xiang Yingsheng turned to look at Lan Mo Jin Yao's head, and sneered: "This scar, it really affects the beauty, a good handsome face, it was destroyed like this." ”

He stared at it for a long time, his smile suddenly retracted, his face gradually became gloomy, and with a wave of his arm, a shadow flying knife was nailed to the center of his skull, shooting it through.

The skull became hazy and dispersed into a cloud of mist, and when the mist cleared, only a fragment of a collar fell to the ground.

"What a bunch of useless rubbish. ”

The Shadow Hall was thirteen evil, and four people were damaged, and as a result, they brought him back a piece of rag?

Xiang Yingsheng's face was calm, but his fingers trembled a little with anger, and he suddenly roared angrily, and a cloud of shadow demon drilled out of his body, blasting a mountain ten miles away into slag.

At noon, the sky was just right and the sun was shining.

On the Purple Heart Mountain, the Cangjin Dao Leader personally watched, and the Nine Masters presided over, and began to screen the candidates for the competition of the Hidden Dragon Peak Fighting Method.

But all disciples of Purple Heart Mountain can participate. The Hidden Dragon Peak Fighting Method is a competition for the younger generation, but it is not a young man, and monks under the age of forty are eligible to participate.

Among the junior teachers, there are also a few young generations, and it can be said that they must be candidates for the contestants. Each faction can have a total of fifteen people to fight, so ordinary disciples still have more than half of the places to compete for.

After all, it is a matter of fame, and it is more able to promote the prestige of Zixin Mountain, keep the existing resources, and take the opportunity to go down the mountain to have a good taste of the outside world, so the emotions of the disciples are very high.

When Qiu Yansheng re-cultivated, he was earlier than Leng Xiao, and his entry was not slower than Leng Xiao's, but he was only building a foundation for cultivation, like Leng Xiao and him, as well as people like the mage who escaped from the Xuanmen Realm and started cultivating from scratch, basically there was no hope of getting a quota......

Although there are not many disciples in Purple Heart Mountain, they are all outstanding people, I don't know how many Jindan monks alone, and Yuanying monk Leng Xiao has also met a few, and they are even younger than him.

Even if his mind was affected by the poison and became indifferent to everything, Qiu Yansheng still mixed in with the crowd of disciples, trying his best to blend in, trying to change his mentality.

Leng Xiao didn't know if it was because the poisoning was too deep, or if there was such an indifferent element in his nature, and he really didn't have the heart to watch the battle.

However, those rescued mages were quite interested in this kind of lively thing, and it seemed that they had really been lonely for too long.

The Purple Heart Mountain is huge, and within the sphere of influence, the mountains are continuous, and there is no edge in sight. Leng Xiao randomly found an uninhabited mountain peak and plunged into it.

He took out the spirit fetus that Blue Ink Jin Yao had given him, and after the spirit fetus lost the nourishment of the sword qi of Qingfeng Mountain, the gestation speed became extremely slow, but he could still feel the warm life force within it.

The horned soldier cultivates with his life, but his cultivation is insufficient, and he can't exert all the power of the horned soldier at all, if he can fuse the spirit fetus and give birth to the sword spirit, the power of the horned soldier will definitely be able to go to the next level.

He raised his sword and slashed it in the palm of his hand, squeezed out the blood, dripped it on the spirit fetus, and continued to pour in the spiritual energy, and after the ten thousand spirit crystals were dimly shattered, the spirit fetus finally cracked a small gap.

On the surface, the inconspicuous spirit fetus, which was as inconspicuous as a stubborn stone, suddenly burst out of it with a cyan sword intent, which was extremely powerful, and the surrounding trees were suddenly cut into several pieces and collapsed.

Leng Xiao pressed the spirit fetus on the body of the Horned Soldier Sword, and an extremely pure aura immediately flowed out from the spirit fetus, causing some impulses to absorb and refine it in his heart.

Such a spiritual creature, if he refines it, he may be able to immediately condense the golden pill and break through to the golden pill realm.

It's just that he doesn't want to do this, firstly, he doesn't want to live up to Lan Mo Jin Yao's trust, and only by turning into a sword spirit can he give full play to the greatest value of the spirit fetus, and thirdly, it is indeed a newborn life, like a child. Every life is always born simple and kind, and there is no reason to destroy it.