Taoist endowment

Chapter 143
Ji Yanlan moved her hand, and the small flying sword was thrown into her hand like a sucking swallow. The piercing sword intent on it instantly subsided, and it even hid itself. But this time, all the monks who were comprehending the sword intent were stunned. Feeling lost.

Caressing the blade of the sword like a puddle of clear water, and then imprinting her spiritual consciousness on it, Ji Yanlan immediately felt that the sword in her hand had merged with her, and could no longer be separated from each other!

This sense of fit is no less than Yanbo Qiushuijian who has been warmed by her for decades, or even worse.

The spirit sword is ready, Ji Yanlan naturally wanted to try it, and raised the sword in his hand to Chen Jingyun with a frown, the meaning was naturally to ask Chen Jingyun if he would like to learn a few moves with her.

Seeing this, Chen Jingyun shrank his neck and waved his hands quickly.

As a sword maker, how could he not know the quality of the spirit sword in Ji Yanlan's hand?Although this sword looks small and exquisite, more like an ornament than a murder weapon, but that is just an appearance.

If someone is confused by his appearance, he is afraid that he will have an extremely miserable end, even if Chen Jingyun confronts him personally, if he is careless, he may also hurt his body of martial arts.

Seeing that Chen Jingyun refused to compete with her, and even pretended to be afraid, Ji Yanlan couldn't help but "puchi!" smiled, with a hint of cuteness between her brows.

Although he lost his opponent, Ji Yanlan's hands were still itchy, so under the savage sweep of his divine sense, he locked on to a majestic mountain dozens of miles away for a moment, and then he pinched the sword formula and shouted softly: "Go!"

As soon as the shout came out, a Wang Linglong sword shadow walking in front of Ji Yanlan flickered twice, and then there was no movement.

Seeing this situation, except for Chen Jingyun and Wen Yi'an, all the cultivators present did not know what to do, but the new Nascent Soul cultivator Wen Yi'an already had a look of astonishment on his face, as if he didn't believe what he saw with his divine sense. .

"Look over there!" A monk with good eyesight looked at a high mountain in the distance like tofu being chopped by a sharp knife, and it was cracked from the top of the mountain to the root without a sound, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

When all the cultivators heard the sound, they all stayed on the spot and rubbed their eyes. They all knew that their grand elder had just made a move. The spirit sword flickered twice, and it must have hit the target, but no one could see it. Unexpectedly, a majestic mountain was instantly split into two halves!
"I didn't see how much spiritual power the Supreme Elder poured into the spirit sword. Could it be that the frightening blow that split the mountain and the mountain could not have been achieved by the power of the flying sword itself? Hiss—!" All the sound of breathing.

At this time, Ji Yanlan's face was red and her steps were staggering, as if she was drunk, she held the Linglong sword in her arms with great care, and then stared at Chen Jingyun without blinking, with guilt in her eyes , Gratitude, admiration, awe, and deep obsession hidden in it.

Seeing that Ji Yanlan was different, everyone was about to ask questions, but Ji Yanlan straightened her clothes suddenly, and then bowed to Chen Jingyun with a sword, her posture was solemn and scary.

Seeing Ji Yanlan's strange behavior, Chen Jingyun hurriedly asked: "What's the meaning of this, senior sister?" bent down.

Unable to resist Ji Yanlan, Chen Jingyun had no choice but to accept her big gift. At this moment, like Wen Yi'an and others, he was confused, and he didn't know what Ji Yanlan was singing.

Although the hand holding the sword was still trembling a little, Ji Yanlan managed to regain her mind, and then she raised the sword high and said in a trembling voice: "The power of this sword is far beyond any spirit treasure! Today, my Yique Sect finally has a mysterious weapon!"

As soon as this remark came out, I heard "Plop!" several times, but there were a few senior Jiedan elders who couldn't stand firmly, fell to the ground all of a sudden, didn't get up after that, and didn't even care about their own alchemy masters The identity, began to fall to the ground and burst into tears.

The others were not much better either, some were dancing, some were yelling madly, even Wen Yi'an opened his eyes wide, his beard and hair were all stretched out, and he started to spin around like a donkey pulling a mill, and he hadn't completely restrained his Nascent Soul aura yet. Immediately change the color of the situation at the Sword Washing Pool!

Seeing the group of demons dancing in front of them, Chen Jingyun and his disciples couldn't help but backed away. They glanced at each other, feeling amused in their hearts, and thought to themselves: "No wonder outsiders call the cultivator of Yique Gate a sword lunatic, but it's just a spirit sword. Can you get them excited?"

Their teachers and apprentices don't know that this Yique gate has lasted for four thousand years since the ancestor Nongjian old man held the sword. After three years of refining, except for a mysterious sword that cuts the heavens, none of the descendants will have the chance again.

And the biggest reason for this is that the materials for casting the Mysterious Spirit Treasure are too scarce. Once it appears in the world, it will attract snatching from various sects, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it will attract a bloodbath.

Although the Yique Sect can be regarded as the top sect in the blessed land of Cangshan Mountain, it is still not enough compared to the sects outside the blessed land, and although the Zhantian Sword has gone through a lot of calamities and its power is no longer there, it can still serve as a masterpiece for Ji. Yan Lan chopped off a tribulation thunder, which shows the strength of Xuanbing.

Today, on a whim, Chen Jingyun, relying on the secret method of Tianxin and the spirit of Taiyi, forged a mysterious weapon with only the materials used to cast Lingbao. Although it is only a low-level mysterious sword, it is enough to make Ji Yanlan happy. Heart fluttering and losing his senses, it's not surprising that Wen Yi'an and the others behaved in such a crazy way.

After being excited for a long time, Ji Yanlan came back to her senses, only to find that Chen Jingyun, the master, had already taken his disciples to hide in the distance. Seeing that the master and apprentice were drinking and pointing and laughing, Ji Yanlan didn't need to probe. Knowing that the two of them must not have said anything good, they couldn't help but feel ashamed and annoyed at the moment, so they walked over gracefully.

At this time, Wen Yi'an also forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart. After thinking about it for a while, his heart trembled. He hurriedly let out a whistle, calling back the minds of the alchemy cultivators, and whispered a few words to everyone with solemn expressions.

On that day, all the people present from Wen Yi'an and below swore with the sword heart, and vowed not to reveal anything about today's events. They only said to the public that Xianyun Wuzun accidentally obtained the Guishui elite when he was traveling abroad, and recently he finally forged with this thing Lower level Xuanjian.

In the cave of Yijian Peak, Chen Jingyun slowly collected his skills. After refining the flying sword for Ji Yanlan that day, he returned to the cave to continue to study the secret method of "Heavenly Heart Jue" on the grounds of excessive wear and tear. Quite rewarding.

As for Ji Yanlan, who obtained the Xuan-rank Spiritual Sword for herself, her murderous intent was already strong at this time, and what she was thinking of was looking for the sword sacrificed by the Nascent Soul cultivator from Wanshou Mountain. At this time, she only waited for Chen Jingyun to leave the pass.

"Master, Senior Brother Yi An came to say hello again, and this time he sent a fruit wine made from spirit monkeys." Yuan Hua walked in with a smile and a wine gourd in his hands.

Chen Jingyun couldn't help but smile when he heard the words. Wen Yi'an was the one who was most looking forward to his early exit from customs. Sect Master Wen had already prepared the materials for casting the sword, and he just waited for Master Wu Zun to do it.

(End of this chapter)