I originally wanted to go on a date with my 9-point girlfriend, who has big breasts and a slim waist, long legs and perky butt, to spend the Chinese Valentine's Day, but I thought that although there were not many readers, they were looking forward to my updates, and I realized that I have a responsibility.

He resolutely left her behind and rushed back from the date to update a chapter... Hey, why did I cry while writing this paragraph.

The Fenghai Sword Cleansing Conference was over. Everyone was more or less injured, and they were all taken away to recuperate. Only Ren Jiuxiao stood respectfully behind the leader. Ren Jiuxiao had always been arrogant and unruly, but only Ren Jiuxiao

I fear and respect my master, my master, and dare not go beyond the rules.

The earth pulses only once every two years. This is a good time to make swords. Naturally, the furnace cannot be opened just for a few outer disciples. At this time, dozens of swords are already displayed in the pool, according to the directions of the stars in the sky.

Arranged, the dense sword light and pool light blend into one, and it is cold and clear, like the ice that cannot be melted on a hot island.

But at this moment, Master Qingyue's eyes were even colder than ice.

"Each of the swords listed in the pool is extremely precious and was personally crafted by your great uncle, Master Xuanli. From the selection of materials, starting the fire, smelting, casting, and polishing, everything condensed on the sword belongs to your great uncle."

With all your hard work, ordinary people would find it difficult to get even one, but you are lucky enough to have destroyed seven swords with just one person."

Ren Jiuxiao lowered his head and said: "The disciples naturally know how precious these swords are, but since the swords are facing each other, the disciples should naturally strive for victory with all their strength. Although the swords are precious, they are nothing more than weapons. Only weapons can protect people. How can anyone protect weapons?

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Master Qingyue snorted coldly: "So, you did what you should do?"

"This is the fact. Disciple realizes that he has done nothing wrong." Ren Jiuxiao said stubbornly.

The face of the head of Qingyue became even colder, and he said: "Then this is done in advance. Let me ask you again, the final move you used to determine the outcome was the 'Silver Sword Gang' in the Spring and Autumn Sword Palace?"

"Yes!" Ren Jiuxiao said coldly, and lowered his head.

"Your uncle Yue Cangqiong is really not hiding his secrets. He actually taught you the secret art of Spring and Autumn Sword Sect. However, in my sword guild of Ling Xiao Sword Sect, you have to use other sect's moves to win, but you think that I, Ling Xiao

Is the swordsmanship of the Sword Sect not as good as that of the Spring and Autumn Swordsman?"

"Disciple doesn't dare." Ren Jiuxiao didn't dare to talk back and quickly lowered his head to admit his mistake. Qingyue's words were either big or small. If you were to put it more seriously, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was bullying his master and destroying his ancestors.

Qingyue tossed his sleeves and said coldly: "After the sword test, you will be forced to spend a year thinking about it in the Qilin Cave. Will you be convinced?"

"Disciple is convinced." Ren Jiuxiao kowtowed until his forehead touched the ground. Seeing his beloved disciple being so respectful, Qingyue didn't want to scold him anymore and said, "Okay, get up." Unexpectedly, Ren Jiuxiao was still as serious as ever.

Unheard, Qingyue knelt down and frowned, asking: "What else do you want?"

Ren Jiuxiao said: "Disciple is bold and wants to ask the master for ten pounds of cold iron star sand." Qing Yuefang's soothing expression turned cold again, and he said sternly: "Nonsense, do you know how precious the cold iron star sand is, and you opened your mouth?

, it’s only ten kilograms, do you think it’s sand on the roadside, and you’re allowed to ask for it as you please?”

"Disciples naturally know that Jianyu's geology is special. It is an island rather than a mine. Among them, the cold iron star sand is the most precious. If you use the heat of the earth's veins to make the cold iron star sand attach a thin layer to the weapon,

Even ordinary weapons can cut gold and cut jade. However, the cold iron star sand is extremely hard and difficult to mine. It can only be slowly eroded and accumulated by the water of the cold pool, so the output in a year is only three times.

Ten pounds."

"Since you know this, how dare you open your mouth like a lion."

Ren Jiuxiao said: "I lost seven of the swords in this sword meeting, and I can no longer make up the number of seven or seven. Master can only retreat and do the next best, take the number of thirty-six Tiangang, and place the swords in Tiangang's demon-suppressing formation.

, lead the earth fire to refine the sword, so there should be some leftover cold iron star sand."

When Qingyue heard this, he became furious and pointed at Ren Jiuxiao and said: "What nonsense! What nonsense! I know you are trying to recast the sword Yi, but the spirit of the sword Yi is dead. Even if it is recast, it will definitely not be as good as before. You

If you want a weapon, Master, I will naturally not be stingy and will definitely give you a magic weapon that is no less than rugged. You actually don’t know the importance and ruined my sect’s important task of forging swords!”

Hearing this, Ren Jiuxiao raised his head and said stubbornly: "Even if all the divine weapons in the world are placed in front of me for me to choose from, I only need a handful of bones. I am willing to accept the punishment for my mistakes. I only ask for your permission, Master."

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Qingyue's face changed several times, and finally turned into a long sigh, and said: "That's it, I'm sure you, the time has not come yet, go into the water and fish it yourself." Hearing this, Ren Jiuxiao's usually cold and arrogant face actually lit up with joy, and he kowtowed.

Three heads jumped into the water.

As soon as Fang entered the water, he felt miserable. The water in the pool was bone-chillingly cold. He had injured his shoulder earlier. The moment he entered the water, the blood seeped out and turned into ice slag, as if thousands of needles were piercing his blood vessels.

It was extremely hot, and the veins of underground fire were baking the soles of his feet. It was like walking in an iron pot of burning oil. The soles of the boots under his feet melted and stuck to the soles of his feet. Every step he took was a torture.

Ren Jiuxiao had lost all his air and strength and was seriously injured. Now the hot and cold air was arousing him, and he almost fainted. He bit the tip of his tongue, barely managed to steady his mind, and bent down to fish for sand. By the time he climbed out of the water to the shore, he was already

His energy was as thin as a thread, his face was dejected, and he had no trace of his high-spirited spirit.

Qingyue watched coldly from the side and asked casually as if he didn't care, "You can't die?"

Ren Jiuxiao exhaled a breath of cold air and said in a trembling voice: "Disciple is fine."

"Since it's no problem, let's accept the punishment. It would be fine if you broke the sword unintentionally, but since you did it intentionally, the one-year punishment is too light. I'll change it to two years of mourning in the Kirin Cave."

Ren Jiuxiao lowered his head and accepted the promise, and Qingyue continued: "When there are many enemies with a small number, you must extend the battle line to avoid being encircled. Put aside your scheming, just focus on strategy, and defeat the enemy with the silver sword, broken sword, etc."

A good tactic, but what will happen if you reach the point where the sword energy is separated from the body?"

Ren Jiuxiao's eyes lit up when he heard this. If in the previous battle, he had reached the point where the sword energy was separated from the body, he could have hurt someone ten steps away, and it would be difficult for the opponent to even get closer. Why break the sword and use the fragments to hurt the enemy?

Moreover, the fragments will eventually have a form, but the sword energy is formless and formless, and will never be broken by Ying Feiyang to see through the key and break it with a single sword.

"There are still seven days left before the sword test competition. Don't let people think that my swordsmanship in Lingxiao Swordsmanship is not as good as that of Chunqiu Swordsman. Can I do it?"

"Seven days is enough!" Ren Jiuxiao stood up and replied proudly.

The sun faded away its last ray of brilliance. At this moment when day turned to night and yin and yang alternated, Master Qingyue said: "The time has come." It was an understatement, but the sound was like a yellow bell that shook the eardrums. After the sound fell, a line appeared at the foot of the mountain.

At first glance, Fang looked at the giant shadow, which looked like a giant turtle crawling around. When he looked closely, he saw that it was four disciples who looked like warriors in yellow turbans, carrying a huge hollow furnace lid-shaped iron. All four of them were bare-chested and exposed.

The knotted muscles weighed heavily every time they landed, shaking the earth and the mountains, but their steps did not slow down at all, and they were already in front of them in the blink of an eye.

The four disciples shouted loudly at the same time and threw the giant iron towards the small pool. Ren Jiuxiao suddenly felt a black mass above his head, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him. Even though he was so bold, he couldn't help but feel nervous at this moment, fearing that the strength of the iron was not enough.

It fell straight down and smashed him into a pulp. Fortunately, the giant iron did not stop on top of his head. Instead, with a loud bang, it fell into the pool and held the small pool upside down.

It became a huge furnace, and the pavilion in the pool just emerged from the hollow of the furnace cover, becoming a vent for ventilation.

At this time, a sword light fell from the sky and landed directly on the spire of the small pavilion. It was Xuanli Zhenren who was in charge of the forging. Xuanli Zhenren stepped on Xuanbu, twisted magic spells in his hands, and said in his mouth: "Gather the fire of the earth, draw the light of the sky, and create a Tao formation."

Sacrifice to heaven, forge swords from mountains and rivers!"

The oven of heaven and earth is on!

Ying Feiyang only felt that his head was down and his feet were up, and he kept sinking, as if there was a bottomless river below. He couldn't remember how long he had been sinking. It was dark all around, and he didn't know what time it was. He held his hands

I was groping around, always feeling like I was looking for something, but I was confused and couldn't remember clearly. Suddenly, a light appeared in the darkness, it was the light of a sword!

Ying Feiyang suddenly remembered, "It's a sword, my sword. This is what I'm looking for." Ying Feiyang stretched out his hand to catch the sword light, as if grasping a life-saving straw. The handle of the sword was like a sheep.

Soft and smooth as fat.

"Ying Tianming, you little thief, are you pretending to be unconscious to take advantage of your sister's tofu?" A familiar voice came into his ears, Ying Feiyang slowly opened his eyes, the darkness around him disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was a picture of Yun Yun.

Hongxia's pretty face.

Ying Feiyang hurriedly threw his hand away and said: "Sister Xie, why is it you? Shouldn't I be at Jianyu?"

Xie Lingyan took out his hands and put his hands on his hips and reproached: "Jianyu, when did this happen? You have been in a coma for seven days, and you shed blood to win, right? The swordsman is so courageous, but it's a pity that you still end up lying like a dead dog.

Take care of me in bed."

"Seven days?" Ying Feiyang's eyes were confused, and he struggled to piece together the scattered fragments in his mind. He recalled the scene at that time, and suddenly his expression changed, and he asked urgently: "What's the result of the Feng Hai Sword Tournament? Is Nan Ba ​​shortlisted?"

Xie Lingyan's expression dimmed and he said: "No, he gave you the sword and he was eliminated. Now that he has recovered from his injuries, he is leaving. He came to visit you just now, but you haven't woken up yet."

Just as he was talking, Ying Feiyang suddenly stood up from his bed. Xie Lingyan cursed him secretly and turned away. When he looked back, there was no trace of Ying Feiyang.

The winding mountain road spiraled down, and Nan Ba ​​walked along the steps, looking back at the Xianjia Pavilion shrouded in clouds and fog. He felt that what he had experienced in the past few days was like the scene before his eyes, so ethereal and beautiful that it was almost unreal.

Although I had already made up my mind, I felt a bit reluctant to say goodbye.

Just when Nan Ba ​​stopped looking back and decided not to be nostalgic anymore, suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind behind his ears. Nan Ba ​​grabbed it with his hand as if there was a blind eye on his back, and what he got was a wine gourd.

"I promised to treat you to these three sake drinks. Why did you leave before I invited you? Are you afraid that I can't pay the bill?" A tall and elegant figure walked out of the mist, and it was Ying Feiyang.

Nan Ba ​​chuckled softly, uncorked the wine, raised his head and drank the wine, wiped his mouth, threw the gourd into Feiyang's hand, and said: "The wine is indeed good, I'm afraid that the store's wine is not enough for me to drink alone!"

Ying Feiyang weighed the gourd and found that he had drank most of the wine in one gulp. Then he realized that what he said before about drinking wine as milk was not a lie. He also took a sip and sighed: "A pot of wine, in exchange for

You have a sword and a chance to advance, it’s all worth it to me.”

Nan Ba ​​grinned and said, "Don't be polite to me. That sword is yours. If you feel guilty, use that sword to teach Ren Jiuxiao a lesson for me."

"It's natural. Ying Feiyang vows to win the championship this time and will never bring shame to your sword." Ying Feiyang said lightly, but with a sense of determination and confidence, he threw the gourd back casually.

Nan Ba ​​took the gourd and drank again, and said solemnly: "Besides, I don't like to stay in Lingxiao Kendo. The rules are strict and the levels are clear. When you enter this mountain gate, you feel that even the clouds and mist are heavy, weighing you down."

Uncomfortable, you said that the Kunming Sword Technique is meant to be carefree and unrestrained. Kunpeng can break through the bonds of the vast ocean and rush into the blue sky. How can I be trapped in the Lingxiao Sword Sect and other than the Lingxiao Sword Sect?

There is a broader world, mountains and rivers, that is where I will be happy!"

Nan Ba ​​said this with a hopeful look on his face and a gleaming light in his eyes, as if the mountains and rivers were already at his feet. When Ying Feiyang looked at him again, he felt that he was completely different from the first time he met him. He really flew like a kun fish turning into a peng.

soaring.

Nan Ba ​​felt uncomfortable looking at him and said, "What are you looking at me for? I'm not the pretty girl who takes care of you."

Ying Feiyang said: "I really think Brother Nan's words are very bold, and I am impressed."

"Hey, this is impressive. When I become famous in the future, won't you have to burn incense and worship me?"

Ying Feiyang cupped his hands and said: "Okay, then I will wait quietly for the day when the name of Nanba will be resounded throughout the world!"

Nan Ba ​​laughed loudly: "Don't call me Nan Ba. Nan Ba ​​is my nickname. Because there are few strokes, I only use it when I can get a big advantage when writing titles on the Tianbang. Brother, my real name is Nan Jiyun. You can

Note it down."

Ying Feiyang recited silently several times and praised: "Nan Jiyun shakes his body and lifts thousands of waves, flutters his wings and flies thousands of miles away. What a good name!"

"It is indeed a good name. It should move the world!" Nan Ba, no, Nan Jiyun drank all the wine in the gourd, threw it back, and strode down the mountain without looking back. Only his hearty laughter remained.
Chapter completed!