Alas, Ling Chuxi sighed. What I just asked is like asking in vain. Are the treasures of heaven and earth that can cultivate the soul so easy to find?
A piece of black jade crystal can only revive Cangyuan for a short time. How much will it cost to make him condense into the sword spirit? Just thinking about it, Ling Chuxi felt her scalp numb.
However, Ling Chuxi was not someone who was looking for trouble. Anyway, she just took it one step at a time and quickly put this matter behind her and concentrated on practicing the Cangyuan Sword Technique.
Early the next morning, Ling Chuxi walked out of the door refreshed.
Almost the whole night, she was immersed in the sword intention of the Seven Swords of Cang Yuan. She didn't sleep for a while until dawn, but she didn't feel tired at all. That sword contained the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, and was infinitely mysterious. She was completely immersed in it.
The Communist Party is integrated into the world, so how can we feel tired?
When she woke up, Ling Chuxi felt that even her true energy was a bit more solid than before.
It turned out that the Seven Swords of Cang Yuan had such a wonderful effect, Ling Chuxi was overjoyed.
"Chu Xi, you're up too, let's go have breakfast together, and then we'll set off." Others had also gotten up one after another, and when they saw Ling Chuxi, Su Yizhi said in high spirits.
"Mr. Su, have everything been arranged?" Ling Chuxi asked as she walked downstairs.
"It's all good. After so many years, the descendants of my Su family can finally return to the sect." Su Yi pointed out his excitement and said with emotion.
Look at the other children of the Su family, they all have excited faces.
After breakfast, the group of people went out in a grand manner.
At the same time, in a mountain range in the distance, a man with voluptuous silver hair was standing quietly on the top of the mountain. His purple eyes were somewhat deep, and he looked ahead without saying a word for a long time.
After a long time, Huangfu Qingjue finally spoke slowly: "How long will you continue to follow me?"
There was no one behind him. If anyone saw such a scene, they would definitely feel strange. Was he talking to himself?
However, as soon as Huangfu Qingjue finished his words, a tall figure appeared out of thin air not far behind him, and he appeared so suddenly! The man was wearing a long-sleeved broad robe that was very elegant, and he was dressed in black that was heart-stopping, and his long flowing hair was almost
When he reached his heels, his perfect and delicate facial features were all cold. He stood behind Huangfu Qingjue and said slowly: "Who are you?"
"You know that's not what I'm asking." The man paused and then said, "Dongfang Yi." Obviously, Dongfang Yi is his name.
Huangfu Qingjue slowly turned around and faced Dongfang Yi. Dongfang Yi's pair of black eyes were like the deep night sky, making it impossible to see through.
"Have you been following me from Xiaoyingu Mountain all this time just to ask who I am?" Huangfu Qingjue's lips curved up in an uninhibited light arc.
"From that day to now, we have fought thirty-eight times." Dongfang Yi said coldly.
"Oh, isn't it thirty-seven times? Did I remember it wrong?" Huangfu Qingjue frowned, looked at the sky and thought seriously.
"Thirty-eight times, and there was no winner every time." Dongfang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cold light shining in his eyes.
"Oh, so you want to come with me for the thirty-ninth time today?" Huangfu Qingjue asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"In this direction, are you going to the sect?" Dongfang Yi asked rhetorically without answering.
"Of course, I have to wait for my woman." Huangfu Qingjue smiled slightly. The lines on his face softened at this moment.