Sword Venerable Ling Tian

"Hehe, it's not enough. Whoever wants to grab it, depends on whether he has that fate."

Ling Tian collected the Jinyan Chalcedony into the ring. He had never heard of Jin Yan in Qin Mingyue's refining. However, this golden flame chalcedony is indeed a group of extremely precious sword forging materials, but it is extremely suitable for his hidden dragon Sword Soul today.

This golden flame chalcedony not only has the tyrant of fire, but also the nobleness and sacredness of gold, and it complements the hidden dragon Sword Soul. There is indeed a high grade Spirit Sword that can be forged with golden flame chalcedony in the ancient music forging soldiers. Although it is not bad, it does not have the sharpness and sturdiness of Thunder Element.

After all, Ling Tian now majors in thunder sword sutra. Without the bonus of Thunder Element Spirit Sword, his Sword Art formidable power will be greatly reduced.

So, this time, he is still not going to forge a sword that has been recorded in the military history, but recast a unique and unmatched thunder sword! A very rare in the legend-Life Source Spirit Sword!

Qin Shaoyang is not going to continue to open the stones. With the experience of these two stones, he understands that there must be something out of the more than fifty pieces. His heavenly brother is even more enchanting than God's Judgment.

Taking away all the ore, Qin Shaoyang took out the stardial and took a look, and said, "Sister, brother, time is almost up, you pack up and prepare to go down the mountain with me!"

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"When is the time?" Qin Mingyue was discussing with Ling Tian about recasting the Purple Sword. Hearing this was also taken aback and asked.

"Lingnan war is over, Yun Prefecture sent someone to host this meritorious ceremony. Dad said that he will send someone over to pick you up today. I will take a step first. This meeting should be coming soon."

"What, it's today?! Why didn't you say it earlier!" Qin Mingyue glared at Qin Ming Shaoyang, and hurried back to the bamboo building to pack his things.

"Shaoyang, what is the merit ceremony?" Ling Tian asked, curious.

Speaking of the Merit Ceremony, Qin Shaoyang eyes shined, saying: "After a large-scale battle, they sent people down to collect Merit Points, draw up a merit list, and reward or promote them according to merits. Those who have outstanding merits can still go Yun Prefecture is riding a horse and riding a street in Yun Prefecture. You can’t be handsome! This time, although I didn’t have enough military exploits to become a general, I can’t get away with the military post of Lieutenant Yun."

"Oh, so that's how it is !"

Ling Tian held his hand, nodded, looked towards Lingnan City, and the corner of his mouth slowly bends.

The Meritorious Ceremony, Meritorious List.

It seems that this is another gathering of Lingnan Heaven's Chosen.

And how can I be absent!

If you want to go to Yun Prefecture, then just take a general position and parade across the horse.

Yun Prefecture, wait for me, I, Ling Tian, ​​will be coming soon!

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Lingnan City Beidaying.

This is the largest royal barracks in Lingnan. The camp occupies several dozen li in a radius, just under Poman Mountain in the north of Lingnan City.

At this time, on the Martial Practice Stage of the Northern Part of City camp, hundreds of thousands of Martial Artists lined up, and tens of thousands of Sect or Aristocratic Family Martial Artists lined up one by one according to their rank and status.

Sit under the Poman Mountain facing the north and south, there is a Dianjiangtai.

At this moment, Yun Prefecture Zhuangwu Great General Cheng Sanjin is sitting on the main position of Dianjiangtai with his back on Poman Mountain.

There are ten large purple gold ebony backrest chairs on each side, with golden tiger skin attached to them. Ten of them are dressed in sect costumes or Aristocratic Family costumes, or Martial in uniforms. The Artist sat on it, some of them closed their eyes, some were dignified, and some had a gentle complexion, but judging from the breath radiating from their bodies, they were all above the realm of the golden body!

Under the stage, Wang Ting, sect and the Aristocratic Family are at the forefront. They are all young people with strong vitality and a very high cultivation base. Although he was young, the aura in everyone was exceptionally tyrannical, and they were among the top tens of thousands of people.

Especially standing in the most central royal army, there are nearly five thousand blue armor soldiers. They are different from the Black Armor Army of the City Lord Mansion, but their aura is stronger and more horizontal. Plain, but between the eyebrows, there was a little arrogance inadvertently, especially when looking towards the soldiers of the Lingnan City Lord Mansion on the left and right, there was a disdainful smile.

These five thousand soldiers are the famous Qingjia Army in Yun Prefecture, formed by the Great General Cheng Sanjin. Among them, the one with the lowest cultivation base also has a realm. These five thousand people are only half the strength of the Qingjia Army. It is also his elite.

The one standing in the forefront of the Cyan Armour is a young Martial Artist dressed in green and gold battle armour. He is square-faced, with cross-brows and tiger eyes. He is strong and strong. , But at the age of twenty, the vitality and coercion exuded, it has reached the late stage of the soul! Extremely scary.

At this moment, he is holding an azure black big stick that blooms with gloomy light in his hand, holding his chin, and looking around in the camp of Sect or Aristocratic Family.

Especially staying in the bumps and bumps of those slender young girls.

But when he found a tall and seductive figure in the group of female disciple in Flower Sect, he was particularly lingering, and the color in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"hmph, Senior Sister! That what the hell Qingjia army captain Cheng Feiyu is staring at you, I really want to cut out his dog eyes!"

In the Flower Sect dísciple, Ye Baoer pouted fiercely said.

In his eyes, Cheng Feiyu is a full-fledged prodigal son, big pervert bastard, if it hadn't been beaten, she would have beaten him ugly.

"Don't worry about it, that's all..."

Xi Ruoxue slightly smiled, blooming like a flower, but the deep cold under her eyes flashes Pass away.

On the battlefield of Mangshan, she had used murderous intention countless times to destroy Cheng Feiyu, but helplessly, the son of the general was too tyrannical.

Grade 7 The blue lion Martial Spirit is in the body, the weapon is excellent, and the martial skill is tyrannical. In this remote place of Lingnan, no one really can help him.

"hmph, Senior Sister, when I get stronger, I will definitely help you beat him! If I can't beat him, find a husband to help me beat!" Ye Baoer held a pair of small pink fists, Angrily said.

"hehe, okay. Then let the Little Young Master of the City Lord's house become stronger quickly. In the past few months, I see his cultivation base is very fast, but it is still worse than Cheng Feiyu. That's a lot." Xi Ruoxue touched Ye Bao'er's head, petting said with a smile.

"He entered Martial Dao later than Cheng Feiyu. Give him some time. He must be better than Cheng Feiyu!" Ye Baoer said with ginger nose.

"Oh, so, you have already identified the candidate for this husband?" Xi Ruoxue held her arm and pinched her chin thoughtfully.

"Aiya, Senior Sister, you are another way of doing things, Bo'er ignores you!" Ye Bao'er also suddenly realized that several apprentice sisters behind him also chuckled, making her even more embarrassed , The pretty face is red, I can’t wait to find a seam to get in.

“weng! ”

At this moment, a dazzling white radiance burst out of the sky in the morning light, like a meteor bursting into the sky, and then all In the exclamation of people, suddenly hovering over the big camp.