For most of his lifetime, Situ Feng and Su Qinglian lived in seclusion on the ancient sacred tree in Cangyun Back Mountain. Although he was famous as the Invisible Sword God in the world at that time, he actually didn't have many friends. Lin Zixu counted as him
One of the few good friends.
Once upon a time, two talented and beautiful men spent three days and three nights drinking wildly on the top of a mountain, with their feet on the sea of clouds, and they became lifelong friends.
The Mountain and River Fan is Lin Zixu's magic weapon.
Time is ruthless and time is cruel. When I wake up, it is already six thousand years later. The sea has turned into mulberry fields. Things are there, but people have changed.
Xuan Ying knew that Situ Feng had a good relationship with Lin Zixu, so he asked Situ Feng how he felt when he saw his good friend's magic weapon now.
Situ Feng ignored him. Even though he was a proud hero in the three realms, he still had a soft and fragile place in his heart. There were some things that he didn't want to think about and didn't dare to face.
Situ Feng's ignorance did not disturb Xuan Ying's interest in watching the fight. In fact, what interested her was not Ning Xiangruo and Li Qingfeng in the ring, but the magic weapon in their hands.
She said: "Ye Xiaochuan, the magic weapon your senior sister used to destroy Shishan just now was the Ziyang Dagger, right?"
Ye Xiaochuan nodded slightly.
Xuan Ying said lightly: "Young people nowadays are really amazing. Whether it is the Four Divine Daggers, the Love Thread, the Mountain and River Fan, or the Wufeng Zhanchen, almost all of these rare treasures were famous all over the world back then.
Are these powerful magic weapons and artifacts now in the hands of these young people? Is it because they are in the hands of those old guys with profound knowledge? Is it because the world has really changed, or because I have not been walking in the world for many years and can no longer adapt to the development of this world.
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Ye Xiaochuan scratched his head and said, "Do you think this change is good or bad?"
Xuan Ying finally looked away from the two people on the ring, glanced at Ye Xiaochuan, and said: "There was a poem that said that talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years. This sentence is absolutely true.
After all, the world belongs to young people. When you get old, you will withdraw from the stage of history. Among those guys who struggle desperately and refuse to accept old age, which one will not be abandoned by this world in the end? More and more powerful magic weapons and artifacts appear among young cultivation masters.
In your hands, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
Ye Xiaochuan also thinks so. Among those old guys who have lived for three to five hundred years, which one is not a person with extraordinary skills? At their level of cultivation, it is a waste to use powerful magic weapons. It is better to let young people continue to use those powerful magic weapons.
Use the remaining heat.
At this point, he felt that his master uncle did the best. He gave the Zhanchen Sword to Yun Qiyou, who had just turned twenty, and the Ziyang Dagger to Ning Xiangruo. There were not many of them.
The selfish big-mindedness cannot be compared to that of Qiankunzi who stood aside a hundred years ago and wanted to harm both the righteous way and the demonic sect.
It is said that the bigger the mind is, the greater the achievements will be. Yujizi's mind is obviously bigger than Qiankunzi's. Therefore, in just two hundred years, Yujizi has developed and strengthened the Cangyun Sect, which was originally in danger, and now it can almost compete with Xuantian.
The clans keep pace with each other.
On the seventh stage, the Ten Thousand Swords Guizong activated by Ning Xiangruo has taken shape. The huge green giant sword, like the divine sword that created the world, made a loud roar and galloped towards the pale Qingfeng Li.
On the jade stone platform, Taoist Guangyuan sat among a group of monk elders. At first, he held his goatee and was very confident in his proud disciple.
But when Ning Xiangruo used thunder to destroy the stone mountain summoned by his beloved disciple, he couldn't sit still. Now when he saw Ning Xiangruo's condensed giant sword taking shape, he knew that his disciple would be completely defeated in this battle.
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He couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the smiling Yu Jizi, and said: "Senior brother Yu Jizi, that female disciple on the seventh stage, the purple light magic weapon just cast, is it the Purple Sun Divine Dagger?"
Yu Jizi still had a spring-like smile, stroking his long beard with his hand, and said: "Fellow Taoist Guangyuan has indeed seen many people. Yes, it is the divine dagger Ziyang passed down by the ancestor of our sect."
Surrounded by big men and senior figures from various factions, how could they not figure out what that purple light just now was?
Guan Shaoqin stroked his palms and smiled and said: "The sky is full of wind, the sword is bright at Samsara Peak. Zhenwu Observation Tower, Beidou shines Ziyang. This Ziyang divine dagger has always been sent by me. Fish intestines, Liuyungu Longya and Hehuan sect's Zhan Xiangsi are tied for the top four in the world."
The Great God Dagger. In terms of spiritual power alone, Zi Yang ranks first."
Everyone nodded. The spiritual power of the four great daggers Ziyang and Longya were at the forefront, while the spiritual power of Zhan Xiangsi and Yuchang was slightly weaker, but each had its own strengths.
Yu Jizi said: "Why should Fairy Guan be so modest? Your fish intestine is a unique treasure that is rare in the world. No one in the world is 100% sure of receiving the full blow of the fish intestine."
This sentence is true. Seeing the way those good and evil bosses nodded slightly, it is obvious that these elders are also very afraid of Yuchang.
In a head-on fight, none of these old guys are afraid of anyone, but fish intestines are a silent assassin's magic weapon. Its weirdness and unpredictability are even greater than the love threads of the Acacia sect, making it difficult for people to guard against.
When Yun Qiyou left Yun Yazi, in that thatched hut, Yun Yazi clearly reminded her that if she met Fairy Yufu from Miao Miao Pavilion on Duantian Cliff, she must be careful of the fish intestines in her hands.
No one can be 100% sure of blocking Yu Guang's first assassination.
Of course, if the first bite of the fish intestines is blocked, the fish intestines will basically be of little use.
In Assassin's Creed, if you miss a hit, you will have two endings. One is to escape thousands of miles, and the other is to die.
In the great battle between good and evil a hundred years ago, no fewer than ten elders of the demon sect died under the dagger of the God of Fish Intestine, all of whom were killed with one blow.
Taoist Guangyuan watched helplessly as the huge green sword broke through the defense circle of his beloved disciple, and watched as his disciple was shocked by the pressure of the sword and spitting blood from his mouth.
He leaned helplessly on his chair, thinking that with the Shanhe Fan in hand, Qingfeng Li could enter the top twenty, but he ended up at the top 125, which was disappointing.
Ning Xiangruo in Arena No. 7 actually defeated Li Qingfeng, one of the six weirdos?
Many people could not accept this result, especially Qingfeng Li's fans, who couldn't accept it and cried endlessly.
In the No. 9 arena where Yun Qiyou was, the sound of the piano had stopped. She was carefully putting the demon-suppressing guqin into the piano bag. As for her opponent from the demon sect, she was lying on the edge of the arena with her arms and legs spread out.
Three liters of blood was sprayed.
After all, Qi Feiyuan in the No. 10 arena could not beat the great monk Jie Ai of Kayaba Temple. Although both sides suffered losses, Qi Feiyuan was still slightly inferior in the end and lost, becoming the Cangyun Sect's top contender in this year's Duantianya Grand Trial.
