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Chapter 1697 It’s so embarrassing that I want to pretend I don’t know him

"That's good. As long as the Xiao family and Wentiantai are fine, I won't have anything to worry about.

There are some pills here for the Xiao family. There is also a thunder tribulation fruit for you. With your current qualifications, you should be able to be promoted to transcend the tribulation. I hope you practice hard and cross that chasm as soon as possible." See you.

Xiao Changfeng was so refreshing and neat, without any sloppiness. Gu Qingxi was very satisfied, took out dozens of bottles of pills and a Thunder Tribulation Fruit, and said expectantly.

"Thank you so much, Lord. I will definitely not disappoint you, and I will be promoted to transcend the tribulation in the future." Xiao Changfeng was grateful and moved, and his voice choked up again.

Gu Qingxi waved her hand and stepped onto the flying boat with Ye Wuchen.

A flash of silver light streaked across the sky and flew towards Jiuman Mountain.

Below, the head of the Xiao family and others came after hearing the news and wanted to see Gu Qingxi off, but they were a step late and bowed to salute, with tears of gratitude and reverence shining in their eyes.

The undulating mountains flew by underfoot. Through the porthole, looking at the Xiao family's ancient house farther and farther away, there was a hint of sadness in Gu Qingxi's eyes.

"Thinking about Xiao Dingtian?" Ye Wuchen asked.

"Dingtian followed me all my life, and finally gave up reincarnation for me, stripped his soul and refined it into a sword spirit. I always feel a little ashamed of him." Gu Qingxi said quietly.

When they were leaving, the Dingtian Divine Sword made a gentle trembling sound. Xiao Changfeng didn't pay attention to it, but she heard it clearly. At the same time, she also felt the nostalgia and reluctance in the trembling sound.

Although she knew very well that the Dingtian Sword Spirit was just beginning to develop its spiritual wisdom. If Yafeng was an adult and Jiulijian was a young boy in the rebellious period, then the Dingtian Sword Spirit could only be considered as still babbling.

baby.

The attachment to her is just an obsession stemming from the remnant soul.

But precisely because of this obsession, she was even more moved, and she felt even more guilty when she thought of her neglect of him.

"Actually, it doesn't have to be like this. You were already very good to him back then. With so many followers, how many of them can teach you step-by-step sword skills, and how many of them can get the protective artifact you personally refined?

Besides, with Dingtian’s talent and understanding, he may not be able to be reincarnated, and even if he is reincarnated, he may not be able to embark on the path of cultivation again. It may not be a bad thing for him to strip off his soul and refine it into a weapon spirit to last forever in heaven and earth."

Ye Wuchen consoled him.

Gu Qingxi knew he was right.

Although everything in the world is in reincarnation, not many can re-enter reincarnation. For monks, when their cultivation reaches a certain level, whether they can be reincarnated depends not only on chance, but also on their qualifications and understanding.

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With Xiao Dingtian's qualifications and understanding, the chance of reentering reincarnation and embarking on the path of cultivation is indeed slim.

But no matter what, it was for himself that he refined part of his soul into a weapon spirit and completely gave up the chance of reincarnation. Thinking of this, Gu Qingxi still couldn't let go.

"I left a piece of Qinglin's dragon scale to Dingtian. If nothing happens, he should be able to recover his memory and reshape his soul. At that time, he can either return to the path of cultivation or enter reincarnation again.

So, you don't have to worry about him, and you don't have to blame yourself for him." Seeing this, Ye Wuchen added another sentence.

"You mean, when did you give Qinglong Nilin to him?" Gu Qingxi looked at Ye Wuchen in surprise.

Although the dragon clan is the lord of divine beasts, not every dragon scale can help a monk reshape his soul. Only reverse scales can do this.

"Just when you are promoted to the Great Yuanman of the God Transformation." Ye Wuchen said casually.

As if this matter is so insignificant and not worth mentioning.

But looking at his faint smile, Gu Qingxi's heart felt warm again.

The dragon's reverse scale is the place where the essence, blood and spiritual power of the body meet, and it is also the life gate of the dragon. Therefore, even the most docile dragon will become furious and burst out with supreme dragon power if it touches the reverse scale.

Although dragons will shed their reverse scales every time they metamorphose, such as from the newborn stage to the juvenile stage, and from the juvenile stage to the growth stage, generally speaking, at most four reverse scales will be left in their lifetime.

And as far as Gu Qingxi knows, not all dragon reverse scales can reshape the soul. Only a very few dragon reverse scales such as Qinglong can have such a miraculous effect.

It goes without saying how precious this kind of blue dragon reverse scale is.

If it wasn't to reassure her and prevent her from being sad, why would Ye Wuchen give it to Xiao Dingtian.

Holding Ye Wuchen's warm hand tightly, Gu Qingxi's whole heart and person seemed to melt into the warmth.

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Jiuman Mountain, Ziyan Valley.

The sun shines on the purple rocks on both sides of the valley, reflecting little crystal lights. The spiritual mist evaporates behind the valley, forming a huge barrier, in which ancient pavilions and buildings are looming.

In front of the valley, that is, outside the barrier, there were thousands of monks gathered, but no one rushed into the barrier. Everyone was looking attentively at a temporary competition platform. On the platform, a handsome young monk was competing with a young monk.

Young monks fight.

The young monk is not very old and not very tall. There is a liveliness between his eyebrows and his eyes, and the smile on his lips always seems to give people a bit of a bad feeling.

Well, it doesn’t seem like it, that is indeed a bad smile.

He holds a vajra in his hand, which is a common weapon among Buddhist disciples and is known for its upright and majestic aura. If used by a Buddhist monk, it can even use the power of Buddha's light to evade demons for thousands of miles.

But when the vajra fell into his hand, it appeared to be mysterious and unpredictable.

The young monk opposite looked about twenty-eight or nineteen years old. He was more than taller than him in terms of height and cultivation, but he was forced to run around the stage in a hurry by this vajra.

"Bang..." With a muffled sound, the young monk was hit on the chest with a pestle, and he took a few steps back.

Before he could stabilize his body, he saw a flash of golden light in front of his eyes, and the vajra came up from bottom to top, with a "whooshing" sound, and was picked towards the vital point between his legs.

In an instant, the young monk felt a chill in his heart, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

This kind of fighting method is not uncommon in the secular world, but in the world of cultivation, no matter whether it is a disciple of the immortal sect or a person in the demonic path, who would use such a despicable and obscene method of fighting?

What's even more incredible is that the person who used this move was a Buddhist disciple. He didn't use a sword, but a vajra pestle, which is famous for its long-lasting majesty.

What would be the result if this pestle hits a vital point?

The young monk did not dare to think too much and turned around to dodge.

It has to be said that his strength is quite good. Although he was seriously injured by a heavy blow to his chest just now, he still managed to avoid this fatal blow at the last moment.

However, the moment he turned around, the vajra turned into a prod and stabbed hard between his legs.

"Aww..." The young monk let out a shrill howl and flew out of the competition platform with his legs between his legs.

Everyone in the audience tightened their anus, raised their chests, and took in a long breath of cold air.

Gu Qingxi and Ye Wuchen were putting away their flying boats, preparing to fly down from mid-air.

Seeing this scene, she also had cold sweat on her forehead, and a sad lyrics came to her mind: The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is covered with wounds, the flowers fall and the heart is broken.

Do you want to go down now, or change your appearance before going down? Gu Qingxi, who has always acted resolutely, had a rare moment of hesitation.

The young monk in the audience is Miao Xin, Ling Kong’s former disciple and her old friend.


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