Underworld Ghost Soldiers, Sign In The Book Of Life And Death At The Beginning

Chapter 144 Ning Caichen, Finally Coming

With a soft “ding”, that Sword Ray was gently and skillfully clamped by two fingers, revealing Yan Chixia’s astonished expression.

“It turns out that fellow daoist is also a practitioner, Yan Mou is disrespectful!”

Lin Baixuan calmly let go of his slightly numb fingers, glanced at the simple and simple sword thoughtfully, and he was also a little surprised.

With his Cultivation Base, his fingertips would even be shaken, which shows that this sword is definitely not a common product.

“Brother Yan is too impatient…”

Seeing that Lin Baixuan’s gaze was always on her own long sword, Yan Chixia couldn’t help but get overwhelmed, and smiled: “The fellow daoist is also the one who loves the sword? This Xiaojian sword has been with Yan for many years, but it is also a hand.”

I practice sword!

Lin Baixuan nodded and smiled: “It turned out to be Xiao Lian, one of the three swords of Shang Tang, and the sword of obedience to practice is indeed well-deserved!”

At this point, Lin Baixuan has understood why Yan Chixia, in the original “Liao Zhai” and “A Chinese Ghost Story” in the previous life, is so powerful that it is beyond imagination.

In the original work, when mentioning Yan Chixia’s sword, “something bursts out of the barrel, shining like a horse, touching the stone lattice on the folding window, and shooting it, it will be drawn in, like an electric blow.” It was the sword that unsheathed on its own, and without the master’s control, it still severely wounded the old demon with one blow.

The Three Swords of Shang Tang is already quite close to the Houtian treasure. It is no wonder that ordinary monsters can hardly resist their sharpness, and the powerful monsters are caught off guard and must be seriously injured and flee.

Yan Chixia put away Xiao Jianjian, frowned and asked, “Since fellow daoist is a cultivator, can you not see the true nature of this female ghost?”

Lin Baixuan chuckled softly: “Since Brother Yan is a sword immortal, did he not see that this female ghost is newly dead, her hands have not yet been stained with blood, and the spirit body is crumbling and about to die?”

His words, on the contrary, pushed Yan Chixia’s words back intact. Yan Chixia was taken aback for a moment, stared at Xiaoqing a few times, and shook her head and said: “No one is intent on hurting tigers, tigers are harmful to people. She sneaked into the fellow daoist couch late at night, with bad intentions. If it weren’t for the fellow daoist to have Magic power next to her, she just shook her head. For fear of being harmed by her!”

Lin Baixuan laughed and said, “Brother Yan said it is extremely true, but it is still useful for me to keep her!”

Yan Chixia was born in six famous hunters, and she is extremely intelligent. He pondered for a moment, and then asked slowly: “Is the fellow daoist eyeing the old locust wood demon in this mountain, planning to…”

Before he finished a sentence, he saw Lin Baixuan chuckling.

The two looked at each other, and they knew everything well. Yan Chixia smiled and said: “The old demon is very alert. I had a fight with her before and injured her arm, but she was also slapped in the palm. After that, she couldn’t hide. I waited at Lanruo Temple. After several months, she never saw her face. The fellow daoist came up with such a way, maybe he could still catch this big fish…”

Xiaoqing next to him was frightened by the sword just now, and it took a long time to settle down. Hearing the conversation between the two, he couldn’t help but tremble and say: “You can’t beat grandma…”

“Can’t beat it?” Yan Chixia grinned and said with a haha, “Your grandmother fears me like a tiger. How long does Yan stay here and how long does she hide from me? How can there be any reason why you can’t beat me?”

“No!” Xiaoqing suddenly trembled and shook his head. “A few days ago, my grandma came to a concubine. Magic power is very powerful, even the mountain was torn apart by him…”

mistress? Power of Splitting Mountain?

Yan Chixia frowned, looked at Lin Baixuan, and asked, “Fellow daoist, how can it be?”

Lin Baixuan still looked like a god was there, and said with a chuckle, “Why are there any fears when the soldiers come to block them, and the water comes to cover them?”

As a sword fairy, Yan Chixia is most fearless, preferring to bend. Hearing Lin Baixuan’s words in awe, he couldn’t help but laugh, suddenly thinking of a confidant in his heart.

When the two became interested, they simply came to the courtyard without lighting the lights, so they moved the stone bench and sat down. Talking loudly, discussing some fairy magic swordsmanship, and more Yan Chixia talks about her life experience and trivial affairs. It did let Lin Baixuan know a lot of the current situation.

That Xiaoqing was ignorant, and actually followed Lin Baixuan honestly, and occasionally poured tea for the two of them, very well-behaved.

Seeing the white fish in the east, Yan Chixia glanced at Xiaoqing, who was standing by her hand, and smiled: “Brother Lin, although this little devil is a little chaotic, he is also a jade concubine. It’s a good thing to be a ghost attendant with its Yin God.”

Lin Baixuan smiled and said: “Her soul and soul are missing, and the Huai Yao will make plans when she is destroyed!”

He thought for a while, then stretched his finger a little, and passed through a slight faint supernatural air. Xiao Qing’s whole body trembled, and her figure gradually became solid.

“Huh?” Yan Chixia looked intently, her expression in shock, “Brother Lin, what is this skill? Can ghosts not avoid the sun? In this way, she… can’t she be visible in daylight?”

“I… can I come out during the day?”

Xiao Qing looked at her hands as white as jade in surprise, surprised and inexplicably surprised, she couldn’t believe it.

“Okay!” Lin Baixuan ordered, “Although you are not afraid of the sun now, long exposure to the sun will consume your yin energy, so go back to your room and rest!”

Xiaoqing agreed and went back to the room with joy. Lin Baixuan turned his head and said with a smile: “The Cultivation Technique, a little bit of ears, is not worth mentioning.”

Dead wood comes in spring, which is one of the methods of resurrection in “The Dead Tree Is Not Diminished”. “Smoke rises from the cold ashes, blooms on the dead wood”, there is a wonderful thing about endless growth. Used on the ghost, it can calm the soul, lock the soul, and stabilize the vitality.

Yan Chixia was tut complimenting, and suddenly heard a rough voice shouting from afar: “Yan Chixia, I’m looking for you again!”

Yan Chixia couldn’t help but shook her head and smiled bitterly: “Brother Lin, let’s go, this is an old friend of mine, who is usually a martial artist, and must bet with me to win or lose. When I dismiss him, come with Brother Lin again. linger!”

Lin Baixuan knew that this was the swordsman Xiahou in the plot. He smiled and went straight back to the room.

Xiahou is here, can Ning Caichen be far away?

Just listen to Sword Qi whistling outside the door, and the two have already handed over. I saw Xiaoqing sitting at the small table obediently, without paying attention to it at the moment, and went straight to sit on the bed.

When the sky was getting dark, Lin Baixuan woke up from the calmness. He heard the sound of rain outside the door, and the sound of weapon impact continued to sound. The two of them fought for a day and couldn’t help laughing.

Suddenly someone shouted outside the courtyard: “Is there anyone? Xiaosheng Ning Caichen, when the rain falls from the sky, I came here to shelter from the rain. I also hope that the owner will make it convenient…”

Lin Baixuan pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed extremely playfully.

Tianding actor Ning Caichen is finally here——