I am rich in the fairy world

With the words in the cloud first, Hu Qingyi wandered around without treating himself as an outsider.To be precise, it is treasure hunting everywhere.

Such a large site, there must be some production, right?
According to Yunzhong, they will not be released for one or two years.If the lower realm is closed for more than ten years, decades, or hundreds of years, the fairy world will only be closed for longer.

She can't be quiet for so long, of course she has to be diligent in her old profession.There are no minerals in such a large mountain range.

When looking for a way out, according to the direction of the mountains and the distribution of vegetation, it is obvious that there are many kinds of mineral deposits.As long as she finds it, she can complete the mining by herself.

Hu Qing followed the traces of the mine veins, and gradually discovered many human-made traces, including traces of practicing martial arts and traces of life.Unknowingly attracted by those traces, through those traces, it seems to see the people who lived here a long time ago.Following more and more traces, she found a holy land of sword intent.

It is a deep and tortuous canyon, the inner space is rugged and complex, from the bottom one can only see the staggered and converging skyscrapers, Hu Qing walked in and turned a few more turns along the not dim canyon road before getting lost.Could it be a formation?

The tall stone wall is covered with sword marks, and those sword marks are cut vertically and horizontally, and the deep sword energy lingers for a long time, forcing even moss to grow on the rock.What's even more rare is that these sword marks are full of sword intent.

Sword intent.

Not sword energy.

Sword intent is the most dreamed treasure of a sword cultivator, comprehending a sword intent is enough for a sword cultivator to break through a new realm.

It's like enlightenment.

These sword marks all over the wall, this endless sword intent—has he found the treasure of Canjian Mountain?
Hu Qing touched a deep and long sword mark with his fingers, but before he touched it, the skin broke and blood flowed out.

"What a sharp sword intent." Hu Qing sucked his finger, and with the blessing of spiritual power and spiritual consciousness, he pressed down on the sword mark.

With a bang, Hu Qing's hand was violently shaken away, the palm of his hand was in severe pain, his flesh was rolled up, and blood gushed out, as if he had been slashed by a sword.

What a brutal sword intent.

Hu Qing mobilized his spiritual power to repair the wound, and it took a long time to heal it, which shows how overbearing these swords are.

It's because her cultivation base is too low now.

Clenching his fist, the long wound squeezed slightly, and blood oozes out again.Taking a light breath, Hu skillfully untied the silk cloth and wrapped it up.

Can't touch it, should she check the head office more?

Sitting on a big rock, looking up, looking up at the net made of sword marks on the wall.Looking at it, those sword marks seemed to be three-dimensional, separated from the stone wall, and turned into a big net, and fell towards Hu lightly.

"what--"

Hu Qing yelled and fell to the ground, her clothes drenched in cold sweat, terrified and restless.

She closed her eyes: "Scared me to death, scared me to death."

For a moment, she seemed to see a hundred thousand sword celestial beings, all of which were killing her with their sword tips.

Silk cloth felt distressed: "I told you not to watch too much, but you insisted on watching."

As soon as he came in, he warned her that if she didn't have enough realm, she would be backlashed, so she had to refuse to listen.

Hu Qing paled: "I'm just curious, give it a try."

After swallowing three bottles of pills in a row, he was still in shock.

He simply untied the silk cloth over his eyes, released his consciousness and walked along the ground.Thanks to the seniors of Canjian Mountain, there are fewer sword marks on the ground than on the stone wall.She didn't dare to comprehend anymore.

The silk cloth read brokenly: "You are not a swordsman, what kind of greed is there?"

Hu Qing: "Shut up, I'm just curious. I'm also from Canjian Mountain, so what's the point of looking at my family tree?"

Silk cloth: "It's not too much, anyway, I'm not the one who got hurt."

Hu Qing's palms ached again, and he raised his hand and pressed it on the silk cloth, and the blood that oozed out was cleaned up in one go.

Silk cloth:. I will have a long mouth.

Hu Qing walked forward without knowing the direction, circling around, and when he thought he couldn't get out, he walked out.

She also thought that sooner or later, Yunzhong would come to her if he found out that she wasn't going back.

Unexpectedly, he walked out.

The front was empty, and the cold wind blew on his face, with the slight itching of ant bites.Taking off the silk cloth, Hu Qing blinked, and the front was empty.Looking down, his knees softened and he almost fell.

Less than one meter in front of the toes is a cliff.The cliff fell straight down to a depth of more than [-] meters, and there was a huge slope sloping down. The slope had no end, but she could see it clearly.On the slope formed by huge granite rocks, densely packed with swords.

It's all broken swords.

She thought, she had found the origin of Canjian Mountain's name.

Why so many swords?And as far as the eye can see, there is not a single handle in good condition?
Did the people from Canjian Mountain use it up?
The people in Canjian Mountain are really hard-working.

She flicked the spiritual power over, and after a few ding dings, the spiritual power bounced off the several swords and disappeared without any abnormality.

Putting down his consciousness again, Can Jian was silent and didn't respond at all.

After hesitating for a while, cheer yourself up: You are a serious person from Canjian Mountain.

Carefully fly down the cliff and stand in front of the broken sword.

I didn't feel it when I stood on the top, but when I stood on the slope and looked at it again, I felt a sense of bleak old age coming over my face, making Hu Qing almost out of breath.

These swords are indeed broken swords. Without spirituality, spiritual power will also be lost. Even the sharp blades of the past have gaps and rust stains.Here are their graves.

Desolation is not sad.

Hu Qing closed his eyes, as if he could hear the past glory echoing in their bodies.

Such a sword mound, such a scene, how could a weapon master bear it!

She stretched out her uninjured left hand, and held the broken sword in front of her with a kind of resonant friendliness.

All the swords here have their heads raised to the sky, and their tails are stuck in stones.I don't know if this is the rules of Canjianmen or their tacit understanding.

In the one in front of him, the blade was half folded, and the upper half was gone.The blade is less than one palm wide and less than one meter long, and has been rusted to iron by time and wind and rain.

The palm was attached, the fingers were held, and the sword in the palm of the hand was silent.

Hu Qing felt offended, gripped the broken sword tightly, and pulled it out.

click -

There was a slight sound, Hu Qing trembled, looking at the half-broken sword in her hand, she wondered if she would be kicked out by Yun Zhong.

so fragile?
Just break it?
I didn't mean that ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Silk cloth: "It's completely rotten, it's useless, and it's worthless when it's returned to the furnace."

He is a weapon, and he can feel that the broken sword in front of him is no longer a weapon, but a pile of rust marks.

Hu Qing said: "According to the conservation of matter—"

"What the hell?"

"Forget it. The wind blows and the rain blows, it is considered to be back to nature. The quality is as clean as it comes and goes, and it is good to rust."

Silk cloth: "What are you mumbling about?"

Hu Qing put the half of the broken sword in his hand next to the half on the ground: "I can't go back to the furnace, let's look at the others."

At least let her experience the art of refining in the fairy world.

There are many broken swords from a distance, but in fact the distance between them is enough for one person to walk through.Hu Qing tied her skirt around her waist and walked through the sword mound.The rust on the front is very thorough, and gradually the residual sword is taller and wider, and some of them can see the original appearance from the top.

Hu Qing tried to draw another sword and looked at the still intact sword.Obviously, only half of the sword body has rust, and the other half can be seen from the original dark blue color.As soon as she grasped it, the sword suddenly turned into debris and scattered on the ground, as if it was dried and crushed wood chips.