Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 942 Each has a plan
Hearing Yunzheng mentioning that Xuepo Palace was formerly called Xuejian Palace, Liu Qinghuan asked in surprise, "Which sword do you want?"

Yun Zheng looked at him like a fool: "What do I want someone else's sword of primordial spirit for? The sword of a sword repairer can't be changed casually. What's more, even if the sword didn't break itself after the death of its owner, the sword spirit would still be able to use it. Definitely dead too."

Sword cultivators and swords have a very close relationship. Their destiny and mind are connected with each other. Most of their cultivation and understanding of swords and Tao are concentrated on that sword. It can be said that swords are people, and people are swords.

Therefore, after a sword repairer finds a sword that suits him, he will devote himself to cultivating the sword and cultivating the sword. With the improvement of his own cultivation, the power of the sword will become stronger and stronger, which is far better than changing a good sword when he sees it. .

Never leave, accompany life and death, used to describe the relationship between Jianxiu and his sword, that's why Yun Zheng said that the sword spirit that sank into the ground of Xue Po Palace died.

Liu Qinghuan was even more puzzled: "Since it's not for the sword, why are you still here?"

As soon as these words came out, he felt a strong murderous intent suddenly leaked from Yun Zheng's body, but he took it back in just a moment, and a disgusting smile appeared on his face again: "Didn't I say that?" , of course because of Qianjin..."

Seeing Liu Qinghuan's expression, he finally swallowed the word "sister" back.

At the same time, Liu Qinghuan heard four words as thin as a mosquito: "Bing Xin Jian Dan."

As I said before, the sword cultivator had to choose his sword of the primordial spirit very early on, but at that time his cultivation base was low, and the sword he could get naturally couldn't be a peerless sword.Although the sword of the primordial spirit will improve with long-term accumulation and the improvement of the monk's cultivation level, it is an unchangeable fact that the quality is low at the beginning.

Therefore, sword cultivators will look for all kinds of precious materials, and continuously smelt them into their swords to improve the quality of the sword, and sword gallbladder is a very top-level spiritual material.

Liu Qinghuan somewhat understood the reason why Yunzheng stayed, but she didn't understand why he acted as if he had a deep fear of Xue Po Palace and pretended that he had been enchanted.

He also asked via sound transmission: "What's going on with you, is there anything I can do to help? With the two of you and me, it's not impossible to turn this Xue Po Palace upside down, why bother..."

But Yun Zheng gave him a quick wink, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "So you go back to Jiutian Yunxiao first, I am very carefree here, maybe I can go to Wuxiang Xuanwei to have a look in the future, wait I'll come back to you when I have free time."

Liu Qinghuan was stunned, she couldn't even transmit sound?

Wuxiang Xuanwei, is he answering his question?It means that the backer behind Xuepo Palace is Wuxiang Xuanwei, one of Qingming's biggest forces, so he can't move casually.

He frowned deeply: "You really don't need my help?"

Yun Zheng waved his hand impatiently: "No need, you just go away! Go out and don't be discovered, or I won't be able to explain to others."

Pushed by him to go out, Liu Qinghuan said helplessly, "All right, I'll wait for you outside in the ice city."

"Understood, I will find you when I have time."

This wait lasted for more than half a month, just when he couldn't hold back and was about to enter Xue Po Palace again, he heard a loud noise suddenly coming from that direction!
Liu Qinghuan went out and saw that the flames that could not be suppressed even by a blizzard had already illuminated half of the sky red, screams and shouts came from afar, and saw a group of people rushing out from Xue Po Palace, chasing after several female cultivators, the two Fang quickly fought.

Liu Qinghuan was in a bad mood, and after a few flashes, she arrived nearby, only to find that those who fought with those female cultivators were basically male cultivators, and all of them were full of anger, with a certain humiliation on their faces.

A male cultivator turned around with a sword, and shouted at the female cultivator who was chasing him: "Bitch, how dare you appear in front of me!"

The female cultivator was in a graceful figure, with a colorful ribbon flying out of her long sleeves, entangled with the oncoming sword light, with a very indifferent expression on her face: "Why, a few hours ago, didn't you still say that you were pretending Is it all about me, that I changed my mind so quickly?"

Angrily, the male cultivator suddenly raised his hand and threw something, with a clang, the thing fell to the ground and shattered into crystals, a pink shadow floated up, and soon disappeared into a wisp of smoke.

"If it weren't for this thing to control my mind, I would have taken a fancy to you, an ugly monster?! This time, if it wasn't for the guidance of an expert, I would not be able to wake up. You simply used me as a furnace and kept sucking my spirit Yuan Cultivate yourself! You Xue Po Palace, if you produce such evil and poisonous things, aren't you afraid of being scolded by the entire immortal world after the truth is revealed?"

"Cackling!" The female cultivator let out a series of silver bell-like laughter: "Spit? Isn't this a normal thing in the world of cultivating immortals? Didn't many of you male cultivators do the thing of imprisoning female cultivators as furnaces? You can’t bear it when you come here? What’s more, I haven’t tortured you physically, don’t you sleep happily in my bed every day, hahaha!”

Nanxiu roared out of embarrassment and rushed towards the other party: "I will kill you poisonous woman!"

Such similar conversations resounded in every corner in front of Xue Po Palace, and even inside the palace, many men and women could be seen fighting fiercely.

Many monks who came over to watch the scene burst into laughter and kept pointing at the scene.

Liu Qinghuan snapped her tongue secretly, passed these people directly, and was swept into the Xuepo Palace like the wind, while secretly guessing in her heart.

Today's matter is probably inseparable from Yun Zheng, and then he took advantage of the chaos to do certain things.

Therefore, he headed straight for the place where the spiritual power fluctuated most violently, passing through the ice halls all the way, and when he encountered obstacles, he unceremoniously waved the opponent back.

A valley appeared in front of him, and the familiar biting sword intent rippling in the wind allowed him to determine Yun Zheng's position, and his speed suddenly increased.

"Who is it, stop!" A low growl suddenly sounded, and a person rushed out from the stabbing, blocking his way.

It was the old woman who was said to be waiting beside the lord of the Xuepo Palace. Seeing Liu Qinghuan, she put on a defensive posture as if facing an enemy, but said with a straight face: "The front is the secret place of my palace. Could it be that please enter yourself, or... hum!"

Liu Qinghuan glanced at her, too lazy to talk nonsense, with a flash of sword light between her brows, the Floating Sword escaped through the void in the blink of an eye, appeared behind the old woman, and slashed at her head!

The old woman's face was startled, her hunched body shortened, and a long mace appeared in each of her hands, bringing out a string of flying ice flowers, which could block the Floating Sword, and screamed: "Fellow Daoist, is this determined to fight with me?" The entire Xue Po Palace is an enemy?!"

"So what!" Liu Qinghuan snorted coldly, turned over her hands, and took out a fiery red crystal gourd. With a fingertip swipe again, the secret immortal glyphs on the gourd lit up quickly one by one.

(End of this chapter)