The Immortal Sect traitor is also gaining favor in the Demon Prison today

143. The Advancement of Mengjun Sword

In the evening, the two sisters were staying at their residence. "Huh~ In the bathing pool, Chunlan sat in the pool with a comfortable look on her face, her face flushed. Qiuju also sat beside her, slowly wiping the water and splashing it on her fair neck.

My sister and I haven't bathed together like this for several days. "It's all because of that bad guy Sang Ce." Chunlan snorted.

Our relationship has been so strained these days." Although her tone was still aggressive, Chunlan's words were no longer as hostile as before. Qiuju also smiled awkwardly, and after a moment she suddenly said, "Sister, what do you think of Mr. Sang?" Chunlan paused for a moment and asked casually, "What do you mean?

"Don't you think that Mr. Sang is actually a good person?" Qiu Ju said to herself: "He is good at swordsmanship, has a humorous personality, and looks very good.

Teacher, you are so kind and you are willing to work so hard for our sisterly relationship...

Don’t you think, sister, that Mr. Sang is quite like the handsome and teacher-like white-robed swordsman in the storybooks? "

Chunlan opened her mouth, but couldn't help turning her head away. "I, I don't usually use the communication device to watch that kind of thing..." "But Mr. Sang is indeed quite likable, isn't he?" Qiuju walked gently to Chunlan's side and whispered in her blushing ear: "Sister,

Although I say one thing and mean another, I don’t actually hate Master Sang that much in my heart, right?

Chunlan felt a little limp from Qiuju's coquettish whisper. She hesitated for a while before saying, "You are the one."

More friendly than anyone else." "Is it because you can't walk when you see a man?" "How could that be... Qiuju pouted her lips aggrievedly, "I really think that you and Mr. Sang are a good match." "Oh, no. That kind of bad guy is only suitable to be with a soft girl like you who dare not fight back when being bullied." The two sisters said a few words, and seemed to realize that the topic was not right, and fell into silence again. "I, I've had enough of the bath, I'll go out first." Chunlan got up first, wrapped herself in a bath towel and went back to the house. Only Qiuju was left in the pool, staring blankly at the sky. Her eyebrows were slightly drooping, and drops of pool water stopped on her collarbone and the bend of her neck, which was delicate and tempting. "Sister is really a weird person who says one thing and does another."

She must have thought that I also liked Mr. Sang, so she kept her feelings to herself and didn't dare to speak out. "Qiu Ju thought silently.

But this won’t work. If you like someone, you must say it out loud. In the novels, many lovers gradually drift apart because they say one thing and do another.

Towards the end.

Qiuju also knew that with her sister's awkward and stubborn personality, she would definitely not be able to bring herself to talk to Master Sang.

..I have to think of a way to create more opportunities for my sister and Mr. Rou. She thought to herself. If my sister and Mr. Sang can finally be lovers in the future, that scene will be...

It must be more romantic and beautiful than the storybook. Ah. Just thinking about it makes me feel shy. Mr. Sang is so teacher-like, and the sister is so arrogant and soft-hearted. The two of them will definitely be happy. Thinking about it, Qiuju couldn't help but feel a little envious. It's great. She couldn't help but sigh in admiration. When. Can I meet such a romantic and beautiful person?

On the other side, Chunlan returned to the room and immediately wrapped herself in the quilt.

After a long time, she slowly poked half of her head out from under the quilt. "Qiu Ju, that stupid girl..." "Just like her if you like her, why do you have to test me?" "I'm your elder sister. Even if I really like her, I won't snatch her from you."

He sighed helplessly.

She understood her sister's thoughts too well. On the surface, she acted calm and even boasted that she and Master Rou were a good match. But in fact, she felt very bitter in her heart. It must be her self-abased and Confucian character coming out to torture people, making her feel

You are not worthy of Master Rou, yet you want to push him to me.

This damn girl... Chunlan gritted her teeth. "If you like me, then you like me. Why are you hiding it?" He is just a man. They all have two arms and two legs. What's the difference? You are inferior and timid, and dare not speak up. Then I will create an opportunity for you. Chunlan thought secretly. But thinking of what Qiuju said just now, Chunlan was inexplicably absent-minded again.

Come to think of it. I really don't hate San Ce that much, do I? But he is so mean. He always plays pranks on me and makes me laugh. He laughs so hard when he sees me make a fool of myself.

Heartless.

Although it may be true that he is helping us sisters as he said, but, but he has bullied me so much, how can I not hate him? Chunlan couldn't figure it out. For some reason, when she thought of these things, she felt a little confused.

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I have lived in the Sword Palace for ten years, and my impression of men is almost blurred.

This seems to be the first time she has been with a man like you for such a long time. Are all men as hateful and annoying as him? Or... is he just special? Chunlan always felt that her mind was confused and she tossed and turned in bed but couldn't fall asleep.

Sleep.

He simply gave up sleeping and started thinking about how to create opportunities for Sang Ce and Chun Lan.

Sang Zhe was of course completely unaware of the sisters' imagination. At this moment, he was in his bedroom, watching the woman on the bed gradually trembling and losing consciousness.

Meng Junjian gave a sinister smile.

"Niannian, how is it?" "...almost done." Next to him, Niannian pushed up her glasses expressionlessly.

"The Mengjun Sword has basically been restored to its factory settings." "If this continues, its connection with Gu Yingmian will be severed."

"But given its current condition, Gu Yingmian will definitely be much weaker when using it again than before."

Nian Nian had told me that the connection between Meng Jun and Gu Yingmian was much closer than I had imagined. Even though I had infused so much sword intent into Meng Jun's sword, Gu Yingmian actually had

You will be affected consciously or unconsciously.

The sword art does not mean that the more you learn, the better you will be. Too much confusion in sword intentions may also cause the sword master to lose his concentration.

Compared with her original swordsmanship, Gu Yingmian's strength declined and her sword intention became mixed. Gu Yingmian is a special one in the Mahayana realm. Everything about her revolves around the sword. Her skills, cultivation, state of mind, swordsmanship, everything is tailor-made for the Mengjun Sword in pursuit of the ultimate swordsmanship. This makes her extremely powerful when she has the Mengjun Sword. But at the same time. If her will is chaotic and regressed, Mengjun will no longer be so satisfied. The impact on her is also fatal. With only cultivation but no Mengjun Sword, she may not be as good as an ordinary Mahayana cultivator.

I guess after a few levels, she will realize that her swordsmanship has regressed."

Nian Nian said softly: "Host had better prepare as soon as possible and proceed with the next plan."

"No problem." Sang Zhe perfunctorily replied, then turned around and looked at Meng Junjian with a burning gaze. Meng Junjian would no longer be bitten by Sang Zhe's fierce and ferocious gaze. It seemed to have lost its mind and lay motionless on the bed. It no longer had the agility and vitality it had when they first met. "Little baby." I will return you to your master tomorrow." Sang Zhe's fingertips gently stroked down from the sword body, all the way to the sensitive area of ​​the hilt. "Are you happy to be back to your master soon?" Meng Junjian's sword body just trembled slightly, and there was no response. "Haha. It doesn't matter if you are unhappy." Sang Zhe chuckled and said, "No matter when, as long as your original master can't satisfy you. You can come to me." "I will definitely satisfy you~" Meng Junjian did not move. But for some reason, Rou Zhe actually felt a trace of sadness and coldness from the sword. It was like a woman silently shedding tears.

Gu Yingmian hadn't slept well in the past few levels. She didn't know how Sang Zhe repaired Meng Jun Sword. She always felt something strange from Meng Jun Sword when she was about to go to bed.

I felt an unbearable tingling and itching sensation.

Although this feeling was actually vaguely comfortable, Gu Yingmian's sleep quality was not very good due to such comfortable stimulation.

It seemed like there was always someone who, when he fell asleep, would vaguely rub the blade of Mengjun Sword with his hand.

That feeling was transmitted to me through the Mengjun Sword, as if it was caressing my own body.

Gu Yingmian has only known how to practice sword since she was young, so naturally she knows nothing about this kind of thing. She vaguely feels that this feeling is very fresh, but inexplicably a little shy. So every night, there is always a faint whisper in Gu Yingmian's bedroom. But she can't blame Sang Zhe. After all, it was she who agreed to let him repair the Mengjun Sword. He didn't know the connection between her and the Mengjun Sword, and he certainly didn't do it on purpose. Maybe he has some secret recipe for touching her body in the middle of the night? At this age, Gu Yingmian can only ignore the various sensitivities and strangenesses coming from her body, and eagerly wait for the day when Sang Zhe repairs the sword.

However, early this morning, Sang Zhe came with the Mengjun Sword. "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission." Sang Zhe looked at his dark circles and spoke with a tired and fairy-like face: "With the palace master's entrustment, I have worked tirelessly day and night to find a way to repair the Mengjun Sword." "Finally, I have found the corresponding nourishing method to restore the Mengjun Sword to its original state!" "Really?"

Surprise flashed across Gu Yingmian's beautiful eyes, and she took the Mengjun Sword into her hands with a wave of her hand. Touching the familiar and long-lost beloved sword, Gu Yingmian's eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness.

Suddenly, she groaned softly, with a hint of surprise in her eyes. "?" "Palace Master Gu, what's wrong?" Sang Zhe asked cautiously, "But what's wrong with my repair...

" "No

Gu Yingmian hesitated to speak, and finally kept her words in her heart. She felt that the grade of Mengjun Sword seemed to have improved.

144. Eater, Eater Soul

Most weapons and magic treasures in the world are of similar grade to the cultivator's own. However, the higher the grade of the weapon, the easier it is to connect with the owner. It can make the owner use it more handy and more suitable for the owner's use.

But in the past, in the world of immortal cultivation, the highest-grade magic weapon was only a weapon of the Heavenly Realm. Yi Yingmian's Mengjun Sword was already a famous magic weapon in the world.

Everyone knows that this sword is unparalleled in the world, but only Gu Yingmian herself knows that the power of the Mengjun Sword is far beyond people's imagination.

This sword is not only the result of her life's hard work. It is also the ambition of the entire Jianhua Palace that has been passed down for countless generations. The origin of Meng Jun is a large piece of foreign meteorite. At first, no one knew what was so special about the material of this meteorite. They only knew that this meteorite

Iron is extremely hard, yet suitable for forging, and contains a large amount of spiritual power.

It is a rare treasure in the world. Therefore, the first palace master of Jianhua Palace paid a great price and summoned all the

The most famous weapon refiners spent several years to create this Mengjun Sword.

But in the end, restricted by some invisible limitations, Mengjun Sword was ultimately unable to break through to the Mahayana realm.

But since the first Palace Master, every disciple of the Sword Flower Palace has firmly believed that the upper limit of the Mengjun Sword is far more than that. It will definitely become a sword that truly breaks through the boundaries of heaven and earth and is unparalleled in the world. Therefore, the successive camp masters of the Sword Flower Camp have passed it down from generation to generation, just to make it

Mengjun Sword can go one step further.

Gradually, the Mengjun Sword also gained spirituality and became increasingly powerful under the nurturing of countless generations of palace masters.

But the final boundary was difficult to cross. If you have to make an analogy, it's like the last cut of Pinduoduo. It's just a little bit short, but it can't be satisfied. Gu Yingmian has inherited the Mengjun Sword for more than a hundred years. This hundred years of nurturing has made it almost impossible to distinguish between him and the Mengjun Sword.

He also witnessed with his own eyes how the Mengjun Sword, under his nurturing, gradually approached that boundary.

But now, Sang Zhe simply repaired it. The grade of Meng Jun Sword was visibly improved. For Gu Yingmian, it was not clear whether this was a pleasant surprise. "Mr. Rou...how did you repair Meng Jun Sword?" Finally, Gu Yingmian

Still unable to resist his curiosity, he asked softly.

Seeing Sang Zhe's embarrassed expression, Gu Yingmian shook her head and said, "If it involves the secrets of family inheritance, then it will be considered as my fault."

It's not that Sang Zhe didn't want to say it. It's that he really didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell Gu Yingmian that the way to mend things was to use more violent means.

Let's dance for a bit, shall we?

"It's not that I'm hiding something on purpose," Sang Zhe said, "It's just that this method of repair has special requirements. Only my physique can use this method."

Gu Yingmian lowered his eyes slightly in disappointment: "So that's how it is." "But Master Sang has repaired the Mengjun Sword this time, and he still owes a favor to my Jianhua Palace." "If Master Sang wants anything, just ask." Wrong. How can I be so embarrassed. If you say so. Then it's not that I can't just pick a hundred or eighty swords from your Cangjian Pavilion and take them back to the company. If the company doesn't want them, I can sell them for money. Although Sang Zhe imagined such a happy scene in his mind for a moment. But in the end, he only dared to say: "Junior dares to pick a sword to replace my old friend Hu Gu Wucun" "Okay." Gu Yingmian smiled and said: "The swords in the Cangjian Pavilion are at your disposal. " "Thank you, Palace Master!"

- It's called picking a sword. But actually Sang Zhe himself doesn't use a sword. He still remembered that he promised Yan Rouwan before leaving that he would bring her a gift when he returned. So in the Cang Pavilion, Sang Zhe picked and chose, and chose a unique and beautiful sword with a swallowtail shape on the hilt. This, Senior Sister Yan should like it. He thought. Suddenly, a familiar and delicate voice sounded behind Sang Zhe: "Mr. Sang~" Sang Zhe turned his head and looked at Qiuju, who was holding her hands behind her back and looking at him coquettishly. "What's wrong, sister Qiuju? Are you also here to pick a sword in the Cangjian Pavilion?" "No, I'm here specifically to find Mr. Sang." Qiuju's beautiful eyes moved slightly embarrassedly, and she fiddled with her fingertips and whispered: Tonight...my sister and I wanted to make something to eat ourselves. " "But we found too much food and couldn't finish it." "I just want to ask... Mr. Sang, do you want to come to our house to eat together? "She looked at Sang Zhe with a hint of expectation. Sang Zhe hesitated after hearing this. "Ah, is it inconvenient for Master Sang? Then let's do it another day..." "No. I'm a little worried. Sang Zhe said seriously, "You guys are not the kind of people who say they can cook but end up making something inedible, right?" Qiu Ju "

“It’s not a rare treasure, but my sister and I are confident in our cooking skills.

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She looked at the case with a slightly sad look: "Mr. Sang, you will know after you try it once?" It's not that I don't trust you. The person who said that last time was Si Jingzhu. As a result, the food he made was so good that no dog would eat it. Jiaojiao smelled it and thought it was

She started vomiting. Not as good as herself. But since the other party had invited her so warmly, Sang Zhe could only agree reluctantly: "Okay." Qiu Ju immediately became cheerful: "Then, my sister and I will be waiting for you, Mr. Sang!" "You must come~" Seeing the little girl leave briskly, Sang Zhe was already thinking about whether he should go to the system mall in advance to exchange some antidotes just in case. As a result, it was evening. When Sang Zhe sat at the table of his sister's house, he looked at the dishes on the table and came to his senses. It turned out that what he needed was not the antidote. It was a takeaway bag. He had to pack a few more dishes to take back as a midnight snack. To be honest, the canteen of Jianhua Palace was indeed too vegetarian. There were only a few vegetarian dishes every day, and Sang Zhe was almost fed up with them.

Seeing the whole table full of delicious dishes, Rouzhe couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Mr. Sang, how is it? " Qiuju took off her apron and looked at Sangzhe with a blushing face: "Would you like to taste my and my sister's cooking?" "It's all because of Qiuju that girl that I made it for her." Chunlan still looked away stubbornly and said: "I didn't plan to make so many delicious dishes for you." Here it comes again~ Sister is really inconsistent. Qiuju covered her mouth and laughed secretly in her heart. .... I can't let Sangzhe misunderstand that I made it, don't snatch Qiuju's opportunity to show off in front of her lover. Chunlan muttered in her heart. And Sangzhe. He had already picked up the chopsticks without caring about anything and started to gobble it up without noticing the expressions of the two people who were thinking about each other. "Well! Delicious! The cooking skills of the two girls are really good." While eating, Sangzhe did not forget to compliment: "Any man who marries you two in the future will be blessed." This sentence made the two sisters blush and shy for a moment. The two looked at each other and then looked away at the same time. "It's all because of my sister's good cooking skills." Qiu Ju said quickly, "If a man marries

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If you marry my sister, you will truly marry a good wife and a good mother."

"No... No way..." Chunlan blushed and waved her hands, "It was all done by my sister. I just helped...

"It's my sister's credit." "No, it's my sister's." "My sister's." "My sister's." Seeing that neither of them would give in, Sang Zhe's cheeks were bulging with food, and he couldn't help but mumbled: "What's the difference?" "You sisters have such a good relationship, why don't you marry the same person when the time comes." Chunlan: "Ah?" Qiuju: "Ah? That's bad. Could it be that... Master Sang wants to marry both sisters?! This thought came to Chunlan and Qiuju's minds at the same time. What should I do? Let my sister and I serve the same husband at the same time. Qiuju's face instantly turned red like a ripe apple. That bastard is not satisfied with just one sister, and he doesn't even plan to let me go? Chunlan's heart was pounding.

What should I do? If Mr. Sang really wants to get both sisters, I don’t mind, but my sister won’t be jealous of me, right?

What should I do? If he really wants me too, I won’t be willing to leave my sister, but my sister won’t be discouraged and quit on her own initiative, right?

For a moment, the two sisters were all confused and their minds were full of thoughts. They didn't notice at all. A glutton had quietly eaten all the dishes on the table for half an hour. He even added two bowls of rice. "Hmm, it smells so good." He shoveled the last mouthful of rice into his mouth, then leaned back in his chair with satisfaction.

She sat on the bed, stroking her swollen belly. "You sisters are really good at cooking. Hehe." Chunlan and Qiuju did not say anything. They both looked at Sangzhe with a burning gaze. They seemed to want to read something from Sangzhe's eyes. Slightly frightened by the sisters' gazes, Sangzhe gradually felt guilty and asked cautiously: "So you guys charge for this meal?"

Chunlan and Qiuju glared at him resentfully. "We sisters are treating, so of course Mr. Sang doesn't have to pay for it." "I just don't know if Mr. Sang is satisfied with the meal?"

"Satisfied, of course I am satisfied." Then. The three of them stared at each other. Sang Zhe didn't know what to say, anyway, the other party was looking at him, and he was thick-skinned, so he looked back. The two of them felt their cheeks burning because of his gaze, but Chunlan still had the courage to ask: "Mr. Sang is looking at my sister, is he obsessed with her?" "Sister, don't talk nonsense." Qiuju said coquettishly, her beautiful eyes flashed from Sang Zhe, "Mr. Sang is obviously looking at you, sister." "He must be looking at my sister because she is pretty and charming." "No, he is looking at my sister because she is beautiful." "Mr. Sang." The two sisters looked at Sang Zhe at the same time, "Who are you looking at?"

Sang Zhe looked at the two eagerly. "Um, that." "I want to ask." "These two dishes, the Kung Pao Chicken and the Chili Fried Pork. Can you still eat them?

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"If you can't eat, I'll pack some for a midnight snack. Do you mind?" he said expectantly.

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One White Forty-Five, Look at the Rice, King Gu Gong is Not Ready

It had been several days since Sang Zhe repaired the Mengjun Sword and returned it to him. During this time, Gu Yingmian had also debugged the Mengjun Sword several times. However, although the Mengjun Sword no longer had the feeling of resisting him, it seemed that when he infused his sword intent into it, he could not get any response.

It responded. It was like a stagnant pool of water. At first, Gu Yingmian was still wondering, was it because Master Sang didn't repair the sword? But later she felt that it was not the case. Obviously, the current Mengjun Sword is now more relaxed and smooth when accepting her sword intent. Her sword intent can be easily infused into the sword without any hindrance. But it is just too smooth, without any hindrance. I always feel something is weird. After thinking about it, Gu Yingmian finally came to the conclusion. It is because the grade of Mengjun Sword has been slightly improved. Her previous sword intent can no longer satisfy the current Mengjun Sword. It seems that she has to improve with the Mengjun Sword. Wanting to see this, Gu Yingmian made a special trip to Sang Zhe to observe the sword intent several times in the past few levels. After returning to the palace privately, she also practiced diligently and hard for a long time alone.

But the more he practiced, the more he felt something was wrong. He felt that his sword intention was not as clear as before. He felt confused and even a little unconfident. If a swordsman is not confident in his swordsmanship, how can he use it?

The sword intent will naturally be much worse.

Gu Yingmian thought about it for a long time and realized that this might be because he had been exposed to too much sword power recently.

You can't digest too much if you don't chew too much. If you fail to integrate too much sword spirit into your own swordsmanship, it will only make you regress instead of progress.

So, when Sang Zhe happily came to Gu Yingmian to practice sword again one day, Gu Yingmian took the initiative to say: "Sorry, Master Sang." "I want to take a break these few days." "I won't observe Master's sword intent for the time being. Upon hearing this, Sang Zhe suddenly became nervous, with a pitiful face like a puppy about to be abandoned: "Is the Palace Master finally... tired of my sword intent? He sighed and wiped away a non-existent tear: "Junior understands, I will pack up and prepare to go down the mountain..." "Ah? No no no!"

Gu Loumian quickly comforted him: "No, our camp has just been exposed to too much sword intent recently, and some of the confusion has affected the swordsmanship."

I just want to rest for two days, and I have no intention of sending Master Sang away." "Master Sang is my honored guest in Jianhua Palace, you can stay as long as you want, I even hope that Master Sang will stay in Jianhua Palace forever..." Sang Zhe wiped his tears and secretly glanced at Gu Yingmian. "Palace Master...you really won't send me away?" "Absolutely true!" Gu Yingmian looked sincere. "Then about the complicated sword intent, I do have an idea." Sang Zhe immediately became as if nothing had happened the next second, and said seriously: "I don't know how long it has been since you practiced swordsmanship with others, Palace Master?" "Mistake?" Gu Loumian confirmed. "A sword is sharpened by grinding." Sang Zhe talked freely, "The more powerful the sword intent, the more you can only integrate it in the use and make continuous progress." "Just like the sisters Chunlan and Qiuju, if there hadn't been that exciting battle in the Sword Palace Competition, it would have been difficult for the two to break through in their swordsmanship."

And if the Palace Master wants to restore the impure sword intent as soon as possible. " "Then. I might as well be bold and serve as the right-hand man to accompany the Palace Master in sword practice." Although Sang Zhe looked sincere. But Gu Yingmian hesitated with her beautiful eyes. "This. Mr. Sang appreciates your kindness." But the gap between our camp and Mr. Sang's cultivation is too big. Even if we deliberately don't use our cultivation, we can't guarantee that we won't hurt Mr. Sang."

"Such a dangerous thing, does Mr. Sang really have the confidence to try it?" Of course he did. "Sang Zhefeng smiled calmly. Ha. What a joke. How can a mere Tiancheng realm threaten me? Don't you think so, Nian Nian?

.Why don't you say anything? Don't be silent! You told me to ask her to cut it! Don't sell me out! Seeing Rouzhe's calm and confident expression, cold sweat almost soaked his back, and Nian Nian's voice sounded faintly in Sangzhe's mind:

(Don't worry. Just follow my instructions and fight her with the Qingping Fusheng Sword.

After hearing this, Sang Zhe felt a little more at ease.

Although her own system was unreliable, it would not do her any good to kill herself. She would not do such a thing. Thinking of this, Sang Zhe said more firmly: "Please don't worry, Palace Master.

The younger generation has their own way! "

Gu Yingmian looked at him suspiciously. This Mr. Sang... is really a weirdo.

But he does have some skills. Not only his swordsmanship, but also his ability to cultivate the sword. I think the person who comes here is not sure, and he won't come to me to cut the silicon. At most, I just need to be careful not to hurt him when cutting. Thinking of this, Gu Yingmian also nodded: "In that case, come with me."

Behind Gu Yingmian's bedroom, there is a quiet courtyard. Sang Zhe looked around the courtyard. The courtyard is very large, and there are traces of formations around it. It is obvious that there is a

It is usually Gu Yingmian’s personal sword-practicing place.

After bringing Sang Zhe here, Gu Yingmian thought about it and handed the Mengjun Sword to Sang Zhe.

"Read? Then the Palace Master... "I will use a wooden sword." As he said that, Gu Yingmian slowly summoned a wooden sword from the corner of the yard. Sang Zhe knew that the other party was afraid of hurting himself, so he deliberately chose such a harmless option. "The Palace Master has such good intentions." "Then I, the junior, will show you my ugliness!" Sang Zhe's eyes gradually became deep. He raised the Mengjun Sword in one hand and made a starting posture that Gu Yingmian had never seen before.

? Gu Yingmian seemed to look at Sang Zhe in surprise. This set of swordsmanship... is different from all the swordsmanship he has used before. After watching Sang Zhe raise his sword and close his eyes, a feeling of indifference and peace came over Gu Yingmian's heart. Almost in an instant, Gu Yingmian keenly sensed it. This is sword intent. A very strange sword intent. It is more special than all the sword intents he has seen before. It can even infect oneself, making oneself fall into this sword intent unconsciously. For a moment, Gu Yingmian not only aroused strong interest, but also raised her hand seriously. She also slowly condensed her own sword intent. Yi Yingmian's sword intent is loneliness. It is a state of absolute purity, where there is nothing outside the heart and there is no reason outside the heart. Under her sword, the existence of worldly things is not important. Only the sword in her hand can turn mountains and seas over and kill hundreds of thousands of people. When Gu Yingmian falls into her own intention, her emotions will become unaffected by the outside world. He became focused and only helped to tighten the sword in Sang Zhe's hand. Although Gu Yingmian didn't know what the sword intent of Sang Zhe was this time.