Zhang Cong immediately decided to give this sword to Aunt Cuihua. Aunt Cuihua's qualifications are far inferior to Xiaohua, so it is not suitable for a magic weapon like Qinglan Sword that requires massive spiritual power. This snake-like sword should be for the pursuit of speed.
Coupled with the poison, Aunt Cuihua should be able to protect herself among monks of the same level.
After putting the sword into his storage bag, Zhang Cong hesitated for a moment and then pulled out a smaller sword. Unexpectedly, it was a short sword a little over two feet long. It was purple-black and looked like a withered vine.
, Zhang Cong's spiritual power surged, and the dagger like a withered vine softened and turned into several purple vines, spinning around Zhang Cong.
Zhang Cong smiled and sighed: "Is this all fate? If my wish comes true, will I have exhausted all my luck early?"
The sword Zhang Cong chose this time was intended to be given to Qin Yu, who was also his only friend.
Without drawing his sword again, Zhang Cong jumped onto the cliff and walked back. To Zhang Cong's satisfaction, the holy turtle armor on his body immediately turned into the original gown and was no longer a weird turtle.
With his shell broken, Zhang Cong touched the black clothes on his body and said with a smile: "Seeing that you are so sensible, I will let you go into my divine palace to rest for a while."
After saying this, his consciousness moved, and the Holy Turtle Armor and Qinglan Sword were put into the Divine Mansion.
Walking out of the weak water cave, Zhang Cong immediately felt the throbbing of the purple sword in his hand. Zhang Cong looked at the sword carefully. There was only a word "vine" on the hilt. Could it be called a "vine sword"?
Teng Jian already had an uncontrollable desire. As soon as Zhang Cong let go, a ray of purple light flew into the dense forest.
Zhang Cong walked leisurely in the woods and took out the black sword. However, he couldn't find a single word on the sword. Zhang Cong looked at the shaking black sword in his hand and muttered: "You can't be without one either."
Name, let’s call you Snake Kiss first.”
It became more and more obvious that Wisteria was heading in the same desert that Zhang Cong walked through last time. He also picked a lot of winter plums. He really didn't know what Tengjian was looking for there?
Soon Zhang Cong followed Tengjian into the black Gobi filled with black mist. Zhang Cong was surprised to find that the thick black mist was surging crazily towards him. If he looked carefully, it turned into a pool of black water, and he was surrounded by black mist.
Inhaled into the prongs of the snake's snout.
Zhang Cong quickly threw the tongue kiss into the air, and suddenly the entire sea of fog surged up. The snake kiss had already glowed with a black light, like a black hole, sucking in the entire poisonous miasma next door. Zhang Cong saw it before his eyes.
The surrounding scenery gradually became clearer and brighter.
In just a few breaths, the smoke miasma several miles in size had been absorbed by the snake's kiss. The snake's kiss attached to the air had faded away and became as black as ink, and the forked sword armor was even fainter.
This black miasma looks more like a spiritual snake spraying poisonous mist.
Zhang Cong glanced at Snake Kiss as if in a dream, and his consciousness locked on the rattan sword not far away. After a few ups and downs, he chased after it and saw that almost every piece of wisteria was sucked dry by the rattan sword and turned into puddles all over the ground.
Dead branches.
On a dark mountain cliff, there are countless wriggling purple vines, twisting and twisting like snakes, with black spikes dripping black juice. The seven vines flying out from the vine sword are like seven.
With a straw, he kept sucking the demonic vines on the cliff. His swordsmanship, which was originally only two feet, now exceeds three feet.
Zhang Cong was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the rattan sword, and with a wave of spiritual power, the rattan sword calmed down and allowed Zhang Cong to lead him back.
Zhang Cong didn't want to put these two swords into the Sea of Consciousness for nourishment. They were all given away. It would be very troublesome if he recognized himself as the master. But now looking at the rattan sword, Zhang Cong was really worried that Qin Yu wouldn't be able to control it.
Zhang Cong estimated that the quality of these two swords was not much lower than that of the Qinglan sword, and they might as well be magic weapons.
Zhang Cong did not collect medicine in the valley. He had a whole bag of medicinal materials and spiritual fruits, which was enough to consume for a while. Looking at the sky, Zhang Cong returned to the black pine forest again, sat cross-legged under the black pine, meditated, and carefully studied the Holy Turtle Sutra.
and Holy Turtle Dunjia.
He did not take back the storage bags of the Vine Sword and Snake Kiss, and allowed the two magic weapons to absorb the spiritual energy on their own. One person, two swords, and they stayed quietly in the misty black pine forest until the next night.
As soon as the sky darkened, Zhang Cong stood up, put away the two magical swords, and escaped from Guichou Mountain with a flash of light, heading straight for Black Dragon Town.
Putting on his concealment cloak, Zhang Cong walked slowly towards the town. As soon as he entered the town, several spiritual consciousnesses swept over him. Zhang Cong didn't care at all and continued to walk slowly into the town. As expected, his spiritual consciousness soon came to him.
left his position.
Almost all the spiritual consciousness that swept over were based on foundation-building cultivation. Zhang Cong slowly walked to the door of the Materia Medica Hall. The door was not closed yet. He slowly walked in. He saw Qin Yu sitting behind the counter in a daze. Zhang Cong lightly
Qing walked up to Qin Yu and whispered: "I'm back."
Qin Yu jumped up with a cry of fright, startling the waiter at the door. Qin Yu waved his hand quickly, turned around and walked upstairs. After entering the tea room, Zhang Cong took off the hat of the invisible cloak, and Qin Yu pounced
He came over and grabbed Zhang Cong, looked at his face and touched his body. Then he punched Zhang Cong and cursed in a low voice: "You wicked ghost, you scared me to death. I thought you were dead and turned into a ghost to see you."
Where am I?"
Zhang Cong's mouth was split, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing Qin Yu's worried look, he finally smiled and said: "Brother Zhang Cong, how can you ever suffer a loss when you go out? Don't you come back well? These two people
Is there anything big going on in Tianheilong Town?"
Qin Yu pulled Zhang Cong up and walked to the third floor. After entering the secret room, he said: "There will be a big move soon. It is said that a checkpoint at Laojun Mountain of Xuanjian Sect was selected, and dozens of guards died.
Deputy Hall Master Sun Yang from the outer gate of Laojun Mountain has died, do you know about this?"
As Qin Yu spoke, he stared at Zhang Cong. Zhang Cong looked at Qin Yu expressionlessly and asked, "What next?"
Qin Yu glared at Zhang Cong and said: "The deputy hall master of Foundation Establishment is dead. Not only the outer hall of Laojun Mountain is anxious, but even Fatty Jin who is stationed in Black Dragon Town can't sit still and rushed there immediately.
The exact details of Laojun Mountain’s research are unknown to outsiders, but it is said that another group of people attacked Ghost Face Tower last night, but they didn’t seem to get any advantage, and more than a dozen monks died.”
Zhang Cong smiled and nodded: "Are all the dead Qi practicing monks?"
Qin Yu hummed: "The ones who died were all qi cultivators, but judging from the fluctuations of the spiritual qi, more than one foundation-building cultivator should have taken action, but there were no casualties."
Zhang Cong sighed regretfully: "What a waste? Such a good opportunity is really wasted."
Qin Yu asked doubtfully: "What waste?"
Zhang Cong chuckled and suddenly asked seriously: "How did you practice the sword technique I gave you?"
Qin Yu's expression immediately became tense: "Brother Zhang Cong, is the sword technique you gave me difficult? So far I can only draw seven sword lights, and I can't even make a single flower."
Zhang Cong sighed: "Second Miss, you did it the other way around. You should practice your mental skills first, and then your sword style. If your mental skills are not good, can't you make plum blossoms? Then each plum blossom is made of hundreds of sword marks.
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Qin Yu's face turned red and he lowered his head and stopped talking. Zhang Cong reached out and took out the rattan sword and put it on the reed mat. Suddenly, a chilling atmosphere filled the secret room and almost lifted the roof off.
Zhang Cong stretched out his hand to touch the hilt of the sword, and a burst of true energy entered the sword. The rattan sword quickly regained its composure and was thrown on the reed mat, as ordinary as a wisteria.
Qin Yu looked at the rattan sword in front of him with a pale face, and asked doubtfully: "Brother Zhang Cong, what kind of treasure is this? Why is it so evil?"
Zhang Cong reached out to pick up the rattan sword, stroked the spikes on the sword and said: "This inconspicuous thing is called the rattan sword. It is a rare magic weapon, and it is also the treasure I found for you to protect yourself."
Not only were Qin Yu's eyes widened, but his mouth was also so big that he was almost stunned.
Although Qin Yu could not understand this thing, she knew the magic weapon. Zhang Cong actually said that he had found a magic weapon for her to protect herself, which made Qin Yu stunned.
As soon as Zhang Cong's spiritual power moved, the inconspicuous wisteria suddenly glowed with purple light, and seven vines covered with spikes suddenly appeared on his head, completely wrapping Zhang Cong in the middle. This directly subverted Qin Yu's understanding.
In her mind, this is no longer magic, it can only be called magic.
Zhang Cong's consciousness moved and the purple sword returned to normal again. Zhang Cong handed the purple sword to Qin Yu. Qin Yu took the vine sword with trembling hands and stared at Zhang Cong, not knowing how to use it.
Zhang Cong laughed and said: "You'd better let it enter your Divine Palace Consciousness Sea first, and it will be better to use it after recognizing its owner."
Qin Yu looked at the rattan sword in his hand, gritted his teeth, swept his consciousness, and put the rattan sword into the divine palace.
Zhang Cong sat across from him, watching Qin Yu with his eyes closed and his face full of nervousness. After a moment, he suddenly smiled, and soon opened his eyes and said in surprise: "Wisteria Sword actually knows what I am thinking? How strange."
Zhang Cong smiled and said: "This is the difference between a magic weapon and a spiritual weapon. This weapon can already be called a treasure, and of course it can channel spirits."
Qin Yu suddenly released the wisteria sword and suspended it in mid-air. His consciousness guided it to stab left and right for a long time, making Zhang Cong shake his head as he looked at it.
"I said, Miss Second, what I found for you is a sword. This is not a toy. You have to take it and practice the sword style I taught you well, so as to build the foundation as soon as possible. You also have to strengthen the Divine Palace.
Expansion, the magic weapon consumes a lot of divine spring, don’t use up your spiritual energy after just a few sword strikes.”
Zhang Cong shook his head and ordered.
Qin Yu looked at the wisteria sword spinning in the air with surprise on his face, and kept nodding. Zhang Cong sighed: "This magic weapon is not life-threatening, so don't take it out easily. It's a rare treasure that touches people's hearts. I haven't practiced the Farewell Sword Style yet."
Well, if someone takes your treasure away again, you have to be careful even with the people closest to you, you know?"
Qin Yu's face stiffened and she nodded silently. She knew what Zhang Cong meant. Zhang Cong regarded her as a friend, but he did not regard everyone in her family as friends. Qin Yu knew this very well.
Suddenly Qin Yu raised his head and looked at Zhang Cong and asked: "Brother Zhang Cong, did you give me such a precious magic weapon and teach me such a powerful sword skill just because I helped you?"
Zhang Cong smiled: "You are my friend, this is the only reason enough."
