The cannon fodder changes his mind, but the protagonist wants to sell swords

On the border of Zhao State, snow-capped mountains are surrounded by rings like jade dragons. There is no direct sunlight all year round on one side of the snow-capped mountains. Only on July 7th, the most prosperous day in summer - the day of Qixi, the day of begging for luck, will a meter-long brilliant beam of light shine in.

It is said that the couple illuminated by this beam of light can stay with each other for a lifetime, never be separated from each other, and have a lifetime of happiness.

Qin Nuo was dressed in blood-colored robes, which stood out in the snowy mountains.

Her hands were scarred from fighting half a month ago. She walked for three days and three nights in the snowy mountains without stopping.

Those phoenix eyes contained pain and perseverance. There were still stains on her face, but she had no intention of cleaning up her appearance. She wanted to get the Millennium Snow Lingzhi and give it to the Master as soon as possible.

After losing her parents, there is still a master waiting for her to protect her!

She could never forget the scene when her master removed her spiritual bones!

Qin Nuo gritted her teeth, completely unaware that this scene was clearly seen by the two people in the corner.

"Demon Lord, why don't you take this opportunity to kill her." Zhao Zishan had a vicious smile on his lips.

Fan Chen's chest was still aching, "I underestimated this woman."

His body that had been refined for hundreds of years actually caused her serious injuries!

Zhao Zishan looked at the woman in red robe in the distance with hatred.

It's a pity that she was injured during the fight between Qijian and Qinnuo, otherwise she would definitely kill Qinnuo at this moment.

The bones were crushed and ashes spread, so that she would never be able to stand up again.

"Don't worry, Ashan. This woman wants to pick a thousand-year-old snow ganoderma. The ganoderma grows on the top of the cliff and is guarded by the shadow of a candle dragon. If she tries to do it, she will definitely kill half of her life."

"Now that she is at the end of her power, we just have to wait for her to get her hands on the Ganoderma lucidum and destroy the body and traces."

When Zhao Zishan heard this, he was happy.

It's such an effortless method. Thousand-year-old Blood Ganoderma will also help her practice, so why not do it?

The white land was peaceful, and except for the howling wind and snow, there was no other noisy sound in the whole world, as if it had entered a picture scroll.

I don’t know how long she walked. Qinnuo’s eyes were almost blurred after she hadn’t eaten for a long time.

She steeled herself and looked carefully through the sunlight on the snow.

Suddenly, she saw the gleam of light on the crystal snow!

Snow Ganoderma!

It is on the top of the cliff, shining brightly against the surrounding snow crystals.

This kind of beauty has the spirit of a flower on the high mountain.

Qinnuo's tired face couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips. She was only one step away from returning to the sect.

There are snow-capped mountains and cliffs, green and beautiful clouds, and two snow-capped peaks towering into the clouds.

Qinnuo's ability to persist without eating or drinking depends on the last bit of spiritual power in her body. If she continues to use her spiritual power to fly with her sword, she may collapse before she reaches the other side.

She could only use the Frost Flower Sword to climb up the cliff, climb to the highest point, and pick the Ganoderma lucidum.

Blood stains flowed from the white sword hilt, flowing from the sword body to the ground, and then stained half of the snow wall.

One step, two steps...

Qinnuo was overcoming her own gravity with every step she took to climb up. She used all her strength to finally touch the Ganoderma lucidum!

The moment his fingertips touched Ganoderma lucidum, the entire sky was flooded with darkness.

A thousand-mile-long dragon silhouette surrounded Qin Nuo.

"How dare you disturb my rest!" The dragon figure could still speak.

Qinnuo's pupils were slightly stunned, and she was so surprised that she couldn't say a word.

This is Zhulong, she heard the old man Zefeng say it.

The candle dragon lives in a place where it never sees sunlight all year round. It is said that when it opens its eyes, it will be night, and when it blows its breath, it will be winter. It does not need to drink water or eat whole grains.

But the old man never said that Zhulong lives on the border of Zhao Kingdom.

"Why don't you say anything!" This is the first time Zhulong has seen someone ignore his words like this. When it gets angry, it gets closer to the woman in front of it.

The aura on her body...

Zhulong didn't even dare to get close at that moment.

How come she has the aura of God on her body!

"Who are you?" Zhulong was entrusted to guard Ganoderma lucidum and has been waiting for a destined person to appear for thousands of years.

Could it be that the woman in front of me is destined?

"I am a disciple of the Broken Sword Sect. Because my master was seriously injured, I heard that Millennium Snow Lingzhi has the miraculous effect of activating blood, removing blood stasis and reshaping mortal bones, so I came here to use it." Qinnuo didn't know why, but he suddenly said what was in his heart. .

"Oh? Borrow it? What do you want to give back?" Zhulong looked at it.

Obviously, the words of this Sword Sister disciple attracted his attention.

For thousands of years, people have flocked to the Millennium Snow Ganoderma. Some of those who come to pick it hope for immortality, while others hope for increased power. Most of them do it for themselves.

But few people come simply to prolong their lives, let alone for their beloved Master, even fewer.

"I'm willing to sacrifice fifty years of my life in exchange for Snow Lingzhi." Qinnuo said, looking forward to death.

The moment she saw her parents dying in front of her eyes, she was already prepared for the worst.

"Okay." Zhulong was shocked and pretended that the transaction was successful.

Qin Nuo was happy to see her success and had no regrets at all.

After receiving the Ganoderma lucidum, she carefully put it into the Qiankun bag.

Zhulong looked at her leaving figure and fell into deep thought.

This little girl said she would be given fifty years of life in exchange, but in fact it couldn't even enter her Dantian.

How can I extract spiritual power to reduce my lifespan if I can’t enter the Dantian?

That's all, the natural fragrance on her body is quite similar to that of Fairy Diemeng back then.

If you smell it carefully, you will find that this fragrance has the faint fragrance of epiphyllum and dragon.

Perhaps the Millennium Snow Lingzhi in her hands is the best arrangement of fate.

Fan Chen over there didn't react.

It’s not that Zhulong’s nature is unpredictable, and he is the best at protecting his shortcomings.

What ability does Qinnuo have that allows Zhulong, who has always been cruel and violent, to leave unharmed after losing Ganoderma lucidum?

Fanchen stared blankly into the distance, lost in thought.

Zhao Zishan couldn't sit still anymore, and activated his inner spiritual power. He swung the sword from his palm, drew an arc in the snowy sky, and stabbed Qinnuo.

Zhulong felt the solemn killing intent, and his scarlet eyes widened angrily.

The sword energy of this sneak attack was obviously filthy, a stench that only people with evil intentions would emit.

The candle dragon is the representative of guardianship among the mythical beasts. After thousands of years, it no longer belongs to anyone, but someone actually dares to do something under its nose.

I am really tired of living.

The candle dragon's earth-shattering roar came from the white snow, and the golden scales of the dragon's body were like pouring gold.

It is as tall as a mountain, its limbs are long and powerful, and its entire body is enough to cover the sky and the sun!

The iron sword hit the golden scales and rebounded suddenly!

In this short period of time, Zhao Zishan didn't react at all!

In the blink of an eye, Fan Chen saw that the man next to him had an iron sword thrust straight into his forearm, and blood was flowing from the tip of the sword.

The pain in her forearm was not as much as the panic caused by Zhao Zishan's mood, and her legs weakened in fear.

"Go back and deal with the wound quickly. The wound stained by Zhulong's breath will corrode the flesh at the least, or cut off the entire arm in the worst case!" Fan Chen said worriedly.