After the divorce failed, I brought Long Ao Tianjuan to renovate the real world

Chapter 122
During the few days when the senior sister was away from Xuexue Peak, he was being suppressed by the Chongming Sword Spirit every day in 007's sword training, and he was almost useless.

Chongming Sword Spirit frowned, and the spirit of fire shot up all over his body, surrounding Song Qingyun in the middle.

This sword master, practice sword not hard, lazy No.1!
Song Qingyun immediately looked at Sang Luo pitifully,
"Senior sister, look, is this the life of a human being?!"

Get angry at the slightest disagreement, this sword spirit is very tempered!

Sang Luo looked at Chongming Sword Spirit, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said loudly,
"Hey, little sword spirit, compare two moves."

Chongming Sword Spirit turned his head to look at Sang Luo, nodded, and with a hook of his finger, Chongming Sword fell firmly into his hand.

With a thought of Sang Luo, Feng Lijian fell into the palm of his hand, holding the sword towards Chongming Sword Spirit.

Song Qingyun was suddenly robbed of the sword, and his eyes became even more angry. This stinky sword spirit didn't even say a word when he took his wife!
And the next moment, he saw two bursts of flames exploded in the air.

Senior sister's swordsmanship... seems to have improved a lot.

After more than a dozen moves in the air, Sang Luo's eyes flashed with astonishment, while Chongming Sword Spirit's eyes looked at Song Qingyun even more angry.

Why did the previous sword master and the inheritance of the Chongming Sword choose this silly boy.

Sang Hou took a few steps back, landed in the air, and spoke to Song Qingyun,
"Have you seen Master after you came back?"

Song Qingyun nodded, and said to Sang Luo,

"Master taught me the seventh heavy sword technique, and told me to practice swords with the sword spirit, and go to the sword mound in half a month!"

Sang Luo listened and nodded, looked at Chongming Sword Spirit, and bowed to him,

"My junior brother will leave it to you."

Chongming Sword Spirit nodded to Sang Luo,
"rest assured."

The boy's brows are dark,

"pass it to me."

Before the seven great competitions, he will let him advance to the middle stage of Jindan!
Sang Luo nodded, Yu Jian continued towards the top of Snowfall Peak.

Halfway up the mountain, Chongming Sword Spirit watched Sang Luo leave, then turned to look at Song Qingyun, and once again drew his sword,
"Come again!"

Song Qingyun let out bursts of wailing,
"Help me..."

"........."

In the Hall of Xihe, Pei Jingxing had just practiced a pot of elixir when he saw the message from Sang Luo and felt puzzled.
"What the hell? Is there a thunder disaster?"

How can it be?

He is only in the middle stage of the golden core, and Chu Yanshu has just established the foundation, so what kind of thunder disaster can there be?
Suddenly, he remembered the elixir he was refining recently, and his expression changed. Could it be...

Pei Jingxing was a little guilty, and silently carried the tripod to the entrance of Xihe Hall.

Walking to the entrance of the hall, he looked up, and the Jieyun in the sky was startled.

The thick sea of ​​clouds almost pressed down on the top of Xihe Hall, and the sky was covered with black clouds, all of which were blue-purple thunder and lightning intertwined.

Under the thunder and lightning, the big toon tree exudes a faint golden light, propping up the sky.

Pei Jingxing stepped out half a foot tentatively, and then, a blue-purple sky thunder struck down and landed beside his feet.

So Pei Jingxing hurriedly retreated into the Hall of Xihe, and then took the Lingyu to send a message to Lu Huaizhi——

"What kind of alchemy did you let me refine? Thunder Jie has attracted you!"

Lu Huaizhi was silent for a moment,
"I'll find a way."

Pei Jingxing cursed loudly,
"How can you think of a broken golden core? If I am struck by lightning, I will never end with you!"

Pei Jingxing's mood was a little impetuous, and then he sent a message to Sang Luo,
"How did you get out of the Hall of Xihe?"

Sang Luo didn't return him.

Pei Jingxing was depressed, he couldn't stay here forever.

He turned his head to look at Chu Yanshu who was in meditation under the big toon tree, feeling even more depressed for a while.

He has run out of herbs, he has nothing to do at the moment, he doesn't even have anyone to talk to, he'll be bored to death.

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(End of this chapter)