Chapter 1 Ling Qingyan’s plan

As the gentle morning light fell, a gentle boy opened the door and walked out slowly.

In the quiet courtyard, only the sound of the breeze blowing the grass and the sound of butterfly dancing was still persistent. The young man in purple robe suddenly took a step forward, and had already walked out of the yard for a few steps, heading for about twenty meters to the upper left to a vast lawn.

On the lawn, the robe worn by a young man is automatically and free and elegant.

call out!

The moment the young man waved his left hand forward, a dark long sword wrapped in a faint blood evil spirit suddenly appeared. As he waved his left hand, he brought out a slight sword roar, attracting people's attention.

"The Netherworld Sword has indeed changed..."

The young man in purple robe, Ling Qingyan, looked at the dark sword that had been retracted in his hand, and a trace of doubt flashed through his eyes.

Since the last time he took over the Xingtai incident, Ling Qingyan has been silent for nearly half a month. The memories that were suddenly dug out made his ups and downs and downs and downs for a long time. His state during that period was quite inappropriate, not to mention practicing sword skills and integrating spiritual consciousness and talent totems.

"Last time," Ling Qingyan's eyes flashed, "I didn't fall into a coma after the emotional fluctuations. It would be really unimaginable if I had put it in the past? Could it be that it was because I fused my spiritual consciousness with the evil blood python totem? It should be, otherwise it would have been so weird. It would be fine, at least the 'stubborn disease' in the past ten years has been cured."

It was not strange that Ling Qingyan did not have a coma in the three years between the ages of fifteen and eighteen. Because in those three years, almost all his thoughts were focused on practicing the "Nine Styles of Heavenly Swords", and he had no time to care about anything else. After reading the classics at night, he fell asleep early and had no energy to think about anything else.

But the last time he was in Xingtai, his emotional fluctuation was much bigger than the last coma before the last coma at home. In this way, he was still unconscious, but he couldn't help but imagine it. As the saying goes, if something goes wrong, there will be a demon, and Ling Qingyan cannot be left unconscious.

After thinking through and thinking through it clearly, Ling Qingyan no longer thinks about this problem. After all, this is a good thing.

Ling Qingyan couldn't help but recall that the Netherworld Sword, which was still filled with blood evil spirits, was nervous when he fought with the former precept elder Wen Tianhe. I didn't pay too much attention. Now I think about it, it seems that at that time, the Netherworld Sword in my hand had changed..."

"Also, logically speaking, the sword containing the thick purple true power of Wen Tianhe, even if my Netherworld Sword containing the true power can be carried, my hand shouldn't be just a crack in the tiger's mouth, and it will definitely be damaged! Thinking about it now, it must be the blood evil energy on the Netherworld Sword that dissolved most of the true power on the Wen Tianhe Sword," Ling Qingyan couldn't help but think secretly, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt the right he felt and kept nodding.

Ling Qingyan now knows that although he doesn’t know why, he is certain that the blood evil energy of the evil blood python totem has reached a certain level of harmony with the Netherworld Long Sword. Moreover, this kind of harmony is only beneficial but not harmful to Ling Qingyan!

"However, I really didn't expect it," Ling Qingyan looked at the Nether Sword in his hand, shook his head and smiled: "If it weren't for mentioning it to me after Hou Jin, I really wouldn't know that the long sword used by Wen Tianhe was one of the several divine weapons of the Tianjian Sect, and it was an ancient sword that had been passed down for thousands of years in the Tianjian Sect!"

"But just such an ancient sword was broken on my Nether Sword! What level did my elder brother's cultivation reach? The material of this Nether Sword is obviously not an ordinary thing. It can be seen that it can leave no traces under the slash of the Green Frost Sword containing the powerful purple true power. And this hard and powerful material was transformed into a shaped sword by the hot flames in his elder brother's hand in half an hour..."

Ling Qingyan couldn't help but sigh, "What is the hot flame in my brother's hand? Is it the unique ability of a supreme warrior? And the hot red space where the elder brother is located should also be caused by him. I didn't think anything before. It seems that my elder brother is definitely not an ordinary supreme warrior, so even the supreme warriors of a supreme warrior should respect him as much as this."

The more he felt the extraordinaryness of the Netherworld Sword in his hand, the more curious Ling Qingyan became about his elder brother Tuoba Xiu.

How much has the elder brother’s cultivation reached?

"Could it be," Ling Qingyan suddenly seemed to remember something, "Is it because my elder brother has a talented totem? By the way! It should be that I can clearly feel the hot breath emitted from the 'Rishing Chi Totem' that he deliberately suppressed by him!"

"Talent Totem," Ling Qingyan's eyes lit up, and his face looked a little excited. "I didn't expect that the ability of the talent totem is so powerful! My evil blood python totem has now been fused about 70% with the spiritual consciousness. Once it is fully integrated, it means that I can also control the abilities of the talent totem!"

Looking forward! Excited!

The strange emotions were like a strong plant breaking through the ground, completely filled Ling Qingyan's body and mind.

Ling Qingyan was in a good mood and stood on the lawn and practiced the eighth of the nine Heavenly Sword poses as before... Although he had never felt any entry in the morning, he was in a happy mood but did not feel as disappointed as before. He practiced until noon before returning to his courtyard calmly and freely.

………

"It has been three years and five months since I came to Tianjian Sect. In another half a year, I will be nineteen years old..."

Ling Qingyan, who had eaten and drunk enough, had a slender blade of grass in his mouth, pillowed his hands behind his head, and lay comfortably on the lawn looking up at the blue sky. The hot sunlight made his eyes narrow.

"I have been away from home for more than three years. I don't know how the family is now... And my father, mother, fourth uncle and elders, their bodies should be fine," Ling Qingyan thought of this, and a remembrance streaked across his handsome cheeks. "In this life, even ordinary people have almost practiced some inequality secret scripts, which has made people in this life much better, and there are very few minor illnesses and pains."

"I haven't been home for more than three years. I don't know how my mother is now," Ling Qingyan thought of her mother, and suddenly bent down and sat up, throwing the blade of grass on her mouth aside. "When I came out, my mother was so reluctant and her face was very haggard. After these three years, she must be more worried about me..."

"Don't worry!"

Ling Qingyan's eyes flashed, "In another two days, I will go to the sect leader to ask him to go down the mountain! More than three years... For three years, I have been practicing the Nine Sword Styles of the Heavenly Sword. In the past few months, I have made no progress! It seems that I have encountered some bottleneck, and it is useless to continue to stay in the Tianjian Sect. Perhaps going out to the Chongwu Continent to explore can make a breakthrough and further accelerate the integration of spiritual consciousness and the evil blood python totem."

"And," Ling Qingyan seemed to remember something and muttered to himself, "and this is possible to complete the agreement with my elder brother in a shorter time and meet him! Relieve all my doubts over the past three years!"

"It seems that there are regulations for the sect. If the inner disciples, if they are not allowed by the sect leader, they can only ask to go down the mountain if they reach the level of a green-level warrior!" Ling Qingyan's heart moved, and his right hand slowly stretched out.

During the turmoil of mind, a blue light between light and dark blue suddenly rose from Ling Qingyan's right hand.

Qing-level intermediate level!
Chapter completed!