My cute little junior sister is too curly

Chapter 45 Master, the scabbard is gone

Ye Wentian glanced at Feng Qingran with complicated eyes, and continued:

"Later, a mortal got the five-color spiritual root by accident. After practicing hard, he achieved the Three Thousand Ways, jumped out of the five elements, and was no longer subject to the way of heaven, and even surpassed the way of heaven."

"But the way of heaven is used to arbitrariness, and he can't tolerate someone suddenly pressing on his head."

"But heaven can't do anything to that person, so he put his eyes on the three thousand worlds. He destroyed everything about the spiritual roots of the five elements, and all practitioners of the spiritual roots of the five elements will die of accidents..."

On Ye Wen's sharp and handsome face, those handsome eyes shone with an indescribable light, and there was a touch of loneliness between his brows.

Feng Qingran blinked her almond eyes, it turned out that this was the truth.

Then in her void space, why are there so many skills and resources about the spiritual roots of the five elements and cultivation?
But what is the relationship between the Five Elements Spiritual Root and the level of the magic weapon?
Just when Feng Qingran was in doubt.

Ye Wentian said slowly, "Actually, I should tell you about these things when you are about to cross the catastrophe and ascend, but it's the same if I tell you right now."

"The Qingluan sword in your hand is the innate spiritual treasure."

"You were lucky enough to get the Qingluan Sword only because those people at the auction don't know about innate and acquired things, that's all, and those who are the sixth-grade magic weapon don't like it either."

Ye Wentian had just finished speaking.

Feng Qingran asked curiously: "Master, how can we recognize the innate and the acquired at a glance?"

"Open the eyes of the sky or reach the Da Luo Jinxian level." Ye Wentian spoke at a leisurely pace.

Feng Qingran's almond eyes are slightly rounded, but the master actually has heavenly eyes!

It is said that the person with the eyes of the sky is the chosen one.

Feng Qingran's eyes were clear and bright, shining starlight, "Master, you are not the one who has accomplished the Three Thousand Ways, are you?"

Ye Wentian flicked her forehead, "What are you thinking! If Master is above the way of heaven, can he still be trapped in this secret realm?"

Feng Qingran touched her nose in embarrassment.

"Do you know why I asked you about the magic weapon, and did you talk about the spiritual root again?" Ye Wentian straightened his eyes, sculpted his eyebrows like a sword, and slanted into his temples.

"The swords of Jianzhong are not simple, and it is difficult to subdue them?" Feng Qingran thought out of his mind.

Ye Wentian nodded, "This is only part of the reason, and there is another reason."

"In the realm of cultivating immortals, there are level restrictions on the use of magic tools. Only low-level magic tools can be used for Qi refining, low-level and middle-level magic tools can be used for foundation building, high-level and heaven-level magic tools can be used for Jindan, and high-level and high-level magic tools can be used for Nascent Soul Stage. Heaven."

"The restrictions on the use of magic tools in the stage of cultivating to transform into gods are based on the strength of the spiritual consciousness. The stronger the spiritual consciousness, the stronger the grade that can be used. That's why those monks will desperately improve their spiritual consciousness."

"As for monks who can contract with innate and acquired magic weapons, their cultivation level must reach False God."

When Ye Wentian said this, his voice stopped.

Feng Qingran suddenly realized, "So the master wants to tell me that the reason why I can make a contract with the Xiantian Lingbao when I build a foundation is because I am the root of the Five Elements?"

Ye Wentian rubbed Feng Qingran's furry head, his eyes flashed with joy, "Young apprentice is really smart, let's keep guessing."

Feng Qingran took a few steps back to save her hairstyle, "Master, what do you mean by another layer, the scabbard in my hand is about the same level as the sword in the sword mound?"

"Yes, the scabbard is indeed high-level, but it's a pity that there is only a scabbard, and you can't command a sword that has already given birth to a sword spirit."

When Ye Wentian said this, he paused for a moment, and continued: "However, it can enter the sword mound, which means that the sword body is also in the sword mound."

"Master, is what you said true?" Feng Qingran's face was as crystal clear as jade, with joy hidden in the brows.

Ye Wentian nodded, "I will take you to find the body of the sword, but I promise Master that this sword will not be born when the strength is not strong enough!"

"Of course, we like pretending to be pigs and eating tigers the most." Feng Qingran's beautiful eyes looked around, as beautiful as colored glaze.

Ye Wentian looked serious, "You have made a contract with the scabbard, try to communicate with it with your spiritual sense and let it lead the way."

Feng Qingran held the scabbard in her hand, and her spiritual consciousness covered the scabbard.

After a long time, Feng Qingran found that the scabbard was unresponsive, and shook his head at Ye Wentian.

Ye Wentian took the scabbard from Feng Qingran's hand, his eyes darkened, "It will be fine if you give it a good beating."

Ye Wentian looked at the pile of swords on the right, raised his hand and smashed the scabbard at the pile of swords, and then shouted: "Apprentice, hold your head and squat down!"

Sword scabbard: You speak martial arts!
Feng Qingran:? ? ?
Master, can you be more reliable?

However, Feng Qingran had no time to speak at all.

Sword lights flew all around, and Ling Li's blade struck.

Feng Qingran had no choice but to follow suit!

Ye Wentian lay leisurely on the ground, watching the flying sword hit the scabbard.

It stands to reason that generally there is a sword first, and then the scabbard.

The little apprentice got the scabbard first, and he could only find the blade in this way.

For about a quarter of an hour, the surroundings became quiet, the scabbard lay quietly on the ground, and the rest of the swords were inserted back into their original positions.

Feng Qingran got up, picked up the scabbard, a feeling of extreme grievance spread from the scabbard to the bottom of her heart.

Even the scabbard trembled, as if accusing something.

"What about little apprentice? Did it say anything?" Ye Wentian asked curiously.

"No, it's very wronged." Feng Qingran said helplessly.

"Don't say, that's good, just do it a few more times." Ye Wentian was eager to try.

Feng Qingran felt the scabbard tremble in her hand.

The scabbard conveyed an emotion to her: [Don't hand me over to this bad old man, I'll tell you where the Dragon Emperor Sword is! 】

Feng Qingran and Ye Wentian looked at each other, and they had a perfect understanding.

Feng Qingran's apricot eyes sparkled, and she said softly: "Hurry up, or I won't be able to keep you."

Ye Wentian walked towards Feng Qingran step by step, raising his hand to grab the scabbard.

At this moment, Feng Qingran accepted the message from the scabbard: 【Go north. 】

"Master, it said to go north." Feng Qingran said, Ye Wentian retracted his hand pretendingly.

"Since it said so, then go north and look, if you can't find it, hum!" Ye Wentian pretended to be serious, making the scabbard even more frightened.

Feng Qingran found Bei according to the instructions of the scabbard.

Feng Qingran worriedly told Ye Wentian not to provoke these swords.

As Feng Qingran walked, she kept paying attention to the changes around her.

It's been a smooth journey.

After walking for about half an hour, the eyes turned into a piece of emerald green.

There is also a long river not far away, and fish are playing in the river.

Feng Qingran turned her head, but behind her was still shrouded in mist, lifeless.

It's just a short distance away, but it's a world of difference.

Swish! ——

Snapped! ——

The scabbard flew out, smashed into the water, and disappeared.

Feng Qingran lowered her head, looked at her empty hand, and said aggrievedly: "Master, the scabbard is gone!"

"It's okay, I'll find it for you as a teacher." Ye Wentian suddenly understood what was going on with those daughter slaves.

Looking at such a soft and cute little girl in front of me, I couldn't bear to bear the grievance she suffered.

Ye Wentian walked to the river and opened his eyes.

The water of the river is bottomless, and the river is gentle and quiet.

It doesn't look like anything special, just like an ordinary river.

Ye Wentian pulled out Chi Xiao, turned his wrist, and the sword plunged into the river without reaching the bottom.

The fish in the river circled around Chixiao calmly.

One of the blue big-headed fish bit Chi Xiaoshang in one bite.

creak! ——

The piercing sound of metal clashing hits my ears.

Inexplicably irritated.

With a flick of Ye Wentian's wrist, the sword flew out and stuck not far away.

Even the fat-headed fish was taken out of the water and landed on the grass.

The fat-headed fish was bouncing on the grass, approaching the direction of the river a little bit.

Feng Qingran's apricot eyes narrowed slightly, "Master, why is this fish acting like a dog?"

Ye Wentian didn't speak, pulled out Chi Xiao, and pressed it against the body of the fat-headed fish, "There's something wrong with this fish, after biting Chi Xiao, the teeth didn't break out..."

Chixiao is an innate spiritual treasure, and now it is a holy weapon, and its hardness is comparable to ten thousand years of black iron.

Even a divine beast would not dare to fight Chi Xiao with its teeth.

"Master, doesn't that mean that its teeth can be used to refine weapons?" Feng Qingran's eyes were like water apricots, looking forward to flying.

Ye Wentian raised his eyebrows slightly, which he did not expect.

Ye Wentian's eyes fell on the river. There are at least tens of thousands of them in the river. If they are all caught, they can really sell a lot of spirit stones.

However, the teeth of these fish are comparable to ten thousand-year black iron, so they must not be grasped by hand.

If the space can be opened... Huh?

The space can be used, and the strength has recovered?
While Ye Wentian was thinking, Feng Qingran secretly took out a few large fishnets from the space.

She roughly estimated that it should be enough to catch half of the river's fish.

Feng Qingran quietly observed Ye Wentian, and found that he didn't notice her at all.

She stepped back and reached out to throw the net into the mist.

"Master, I seem to see something, just wait for me." Feng Qingran said, excitedly rushing into the mist.

Not giving Ye Wentian a chance to stop him, Ye Wentian followed Feng Qingran nervously.

He didn't notice at all that the fat-headed fish that was held down by the Akasaka Sword had grown four little feet.

It kicked on four little feet and kept digging the ground.

In a few breaths, Feng Qingran rushed out of the mist, still holding a stack of fishing nets.

"Master, look quickly, what did I find?" Feng Qingran ran to Ye Wentian and said happily.

Surprise appeared on Ye Wentian's handsome face, the light in his eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "Little apprentice, you are so lucky!"

Ye Wentian picked up a fishing net, narrowed his eyes slightly, the fishing net was as soft as brocade, but full of toughness.

Such a material could be!

Ye Wentian didn't dare to think about it any further, if it was really made by that thing...

"Master, try using this net?" Feng Qingran's eyes were shining brightly.

"Go!" Ye Wentian quickly agreed.

However, Ye Wentian's voice was about to drop.

Chirp! ——

The scream almost pierced the eardrums.

Feng Qingran couldn't bear it and covered her ears, Ye Wentian looked at the source of the sound, Fat Head Fish.

The grass under it has been planed, and it is fresh soil from the ground.

It's a pity that he is still restrained by Chi Xiao and has no chance to escape.

It stared at the fishing net with a pair of black fish eyes, screaming in horror.

"If you dare to yell again, I'll throw you to the sword mound!" Ye Wentian's handsome eyes were slightly cold, the peaks of his eyebrows were sharp, and the raised part was like a sharp blade.

Fathead Fish trembled and stopped screaming.

Ye Wentian patted Feng Qingran's head, "Little apprentice, I'm fine."

Feng Qingran let go of her hands, her lips turned white, and said weakly: "Master, why do fish bark?"

"It's not a fish, it's a fish formed by monsters. It should protect things in the water." Ye Wentian glanced at the fishing net. "It's afraid that we will catch monsters in the water. Its scream is a warning and an attack."

(End of this chapter)