Immortality starts from eating melons in the cold palace

Chapter 96 The Penglai Wizard, the first clues appear

The sky above Huangji Palace.

The old swordsman of Shushan stood high, overlooking all living beings, like a god.

At this moment, a flash of sword light came from the west.

This sword light, the antelope hangs its horns, is erratic.

Like the flowing clouds in the sky, it is difficult to fathom and unpredictable.

A sense of crisis of death surged into the heart of the old sword master of Shushan.

The skin all over my body felt like pins and needles.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Is there such a master in the royal family?"

The old sword master of Shushan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was about to raise his hand to use his sword technique.

But it was already too late.

This ethereal sword light flashed past.

Tear it apart!
  Cutting through the sky.

A line of blood appeared on the body of the old sword master of Shushan.

It grows upward from the crotch to the Tianling Cap.

boom--

Two pieces of corpses fell with a crash.

Blood spilled across the sky.

A moment ago, the martial arts people were still shouting "Kill the tyrant".

The next moment, he suddenly became silent, as if he had become mute, unable to speak a word.

In their hearts, they are the supreme land gods.

He was actually killed by a sword.

Inexplicable fear crept into their hearts and swallowed up their reason.

I don't know who screamed.

Immediately afterwards, all the martial arts people who rushed into the palace went crazy and fled towards the palace.

At this time, Emperor Longtai, who was desperate, calmed down and stood up.

"Forbidden Army, follow me to kill the rebellious officials and traitors."

Emperor Longtai devoted himself to the military since he was a child. He took the lead in the charge regardless of his own safety.

The Imperial Guards, who had been scared into sick cats, regained their courage and started killing the martial arts people.

That night, there was a river of blood.

I don't know how many martial arts people died in the palace.

Those who were lucky enough to escape became frightened.

I never dare to come to the capital again in this life.

It wasn't until dawn that the sound of fighting gradually subsided.

Emperor Longtai, who was wearing armor, was covered in blood, and the sharp sword he was holding was curled by cuts.

Seeing that the imperial army had completely taken control of the situation in the capital, Emperor Longtai felt relieved and completely relieved.

Emperor Longtai gradually calmed down after riding a roller coaster all night.

The situation last night was simply more torturous for Emperor Longtai than the previous twenty years of his life combined.

From the ecstasy of the ancestor's great victory over the old sword master of Shushan, to the panic of the ancestor not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and finally to the mysterious swordsman who saved his life from a desperate situation with a sword from the west.

The whole process was so exciting.

If Emperor Longtai hadn't had a big heart, he might have been frightened and fainted.

Until now, Emperor Longtai couldn't help but think of the flying fairy-like sword outside that day.

It was the sword that came from the west and killed the old sword master of Shushan that turned the situation in the capital around.

Following this, greater confusion surged into Emperor Longtai's mind.

Who is the owner of that sword?
  He had never heard of such a powerful swordsman.

Although I helped their royal family today, not knowing the identity of the other party is a hidden danger after all.

Emperor Longtai felt a vague fear in his heart.

"Your Majesty, we have found our ancestor."

"The ancestor was seriously injured, but he is still breathing."

Ancestor is still alive?

This is probably the best news Emperor Longtai heard tonight.

"Treat the ancestor with all your strength, don't be stingy with any elixir."

……

[You witnessed the battle at the top of the Forbidden City, one died and the other was injured. 】

[Please choose one of the two rewards below. 】

[One, a dead puppet. 】

[Two, draw on the power of time, witness points +500. 】

One dead and one injured?
  So the royal ancestor is still alive?

Li Changsheng looked a little strange when he saw the prompt.

This royal ancestor is really tenacious. It's like the invincible Xiaoqiang is still alive.

It was also thanks to the carelessness of the old sword master of Shushan after his great victory.

Otherwise, with one more strike, the royal family ancestor will definitely die.

As for the two rewards, Li Changsheng chose to die for the puppet without even thinking about it.

Kill the puppet, this is a second life.

How did the old sword master of Shushan defeat the ancestor of the royal family?
  Isn't it just relying on the scapegoat?

The surrogate puppet, after being refined, can help the master withstand a fatal attack and teleport the master a hundred feet away.

It can be said to be a very practical treasure.

……

Among the inns.

An innate master watched the whole process of last night silently.

He picked up a pen and wrote on the letter paper.

...The old swordsman of Shushan is suspected of being destined to ascend to the immortal sect...

...In the palace, there is a mysterious master...suspected to be...a land god...

After writing for a quarter of an hour, the letter was finally finished.

The Xiantian Grandmaster summoned someone and said solemnly.

"It's urgent, send it to Penglai!"

……

"Senior Jinwu, this is the content of the second round of assessment."

In the cold palace, Li Changsheng heard Zhou An's voice.

The second round of Qi Pavilion's assessment has begun.

In the first round of assessment, Zhou An relied on cheating, and in the second round of assessment, he had to rely on him even more.

Fortunately, Zhou An is self-aware and knows that his level of weapon refining is completely unqualified. He has been studying theoretical knowledge these days.

If you can't do it with your hands, you must at least become the king of words.

Otherwise it will be easily exposed.

Li Changsheng looked at the contents of Qi Pavilion's second round of assessment.

The content of the second round of assessment is very simple. It requires refining a low-grade defensive weapon. The stronger the defense, the better.

Constraints, low-grade magic weapon.

Evaluation criteria, defense.

Very simple assessment conditions.

But it is a great test of the weapon refiner’s basic skills.

Because low-grade magic weapons mean that monks with a background cannot use better spiritual minerals to refine mid-grade or even high-grade magic weapons, so as to widen the gap between them and grassroots monks.

Obviously, Liu Feng, the master of the Qi Pavilion, worked really hard to find the closed disciple.

After Li Changsheng thought about it for a while, he started to refine the weapon.

The magical weapon that Li Changsheng refined for Zhou An this time was a low-grade magical weapon, the Wu Tu Shield.

The most common defensive weapon in Jiulian Mountain.

The materials are common, the refining is simple, and the price is low.

For casual cultivators who have just entered the world of immortality, almost everyone has one.

This time Li Changsheng refined the Wu Tu Shield, intending to use 50% of the weapon refining level.

After all, it is the second round of assessment.

It cannot be as perfunctory as the first round of assessment.

Moreover, with the first round of assessment as a foreshadowing, showing some strength will not arouse Zhou An's suspicion.

An hour later.

There was a flash of light.

The freshly baked Wu Tu Shield appeared in Zhou An's hands.

Zhou An's eyes suddenly lit up.

Although his level of weapon refining is average, he still has good vision.

Wu Tu Shield is his commonly used defensive weapon.

But compared with the Wu Tu Shield in his storage bag, it was completely different.

After seeing this Wutu shield that looked like a work of art, Zhou An felt that his own Wutu shield was simply unsightly.

"wonderful!"

"Fantastic!"

"How can the restriction of Wu Tu Shield be engraved like this?"

There are clearly only thirty-six restrictions on the Wu Tu Shield.

But when combined, they gave Zhou An an unparalleled sense of beauty.

"As expected of Senior Jinwu!"

"The boy is so impressed that he falls to the ground!"

Zhou An sighed with emotion.

(End of this chapter)