Chapter 122 A strong sword spirit

The ladies of the Qin Mansion naturally couldn't notice it because they lived with Qin Changqing day and night, but the maids felt it deeply, so the yard of the Qin Mansion where the maids lived always made strange noises at night.

Later, the wives gradually realized that their husbands had a strange charm.

Qin Changqing also discovered that since the level of Tiansheng Furnace reached a high level, now

Not to mention young girls, even lolita and aunts, they all looked wrong with me. Another time, I went to kill a monster in the mountains. Deacon Qin killed it single-handedly. As a result, the monster that was comparable to the late stage of Foundation Establishment actually turned around at will.

He slaughtered.

Everyone was stunned.

Later, Qin Changqing learned that the monster was 'female'.

After that, he had to be careful about the gender of any dog ​​he met on the road.

"Husband," Bai Liu whispered, "many of those people are from Hong Sifang."

"Oh?" Qin Changqing said calmly, "How many?"

"About half of those in the Golden Core realm are."

Qin Changqing nodded slightly.

The people in Hongsifang are different from ordinary monks.

They specialize in attacking and killing. With the same level of cultivation, their combat effectiveness will be much higher.

And what’s more, they don’t want their lives.

"Big Brother!"

"Big Brother!"

Several disciples of Xuan Yifeng bowed their hands to Qin Changqing.

"Senior Brother, I finally see you again!" A lovely junior sister said happily, "You haven't come to play in my cave for a long time."

"Yes, senior brother, you have been down the mountain for so long and you haven't come back to see us."

"I really miss the golden pheasant made by my senior brother. Bigu Dan is not delicious at all."

"Elder brother, what level of cultivation are you doing now? I can't even see through it."

Junior brothers and sisters are so cute.

Qin Changqing smiled and greeted them.

"Senior Brother Qin!"

A familiar voice came again.

Jin Xiaoxiao came over enthusiastically and mingled with Xuan Yifeng's disciples. This girl's talent is very good. She only built the third level of foundation during the sect competition. In just ten years, she has built the eighth level.<

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If all goes well, it is expected that the elixir will be formed before the age of fifty.

Back then, if she had come to Qin's house, she might have taken advantage of Qin Changqing's luck to form an elixir by now.

"Is that Qin Changqing?"

On the side of the Dayan Dynasty, an old man in white robes gently stroked his beard and looked at Qin Changqing, who was surrounded by everyone. "The cultivation level is only one level of golden elixir, but the aura is strong. I think the quality of the golden elixir is not low."

"No matter how high it is, it's only level 5 at most. It won't make any waves." Another person beside him said calmly.

He is holding a long sword, and his aura is restrained yet somewhat sharp.

"Even so, there is no need to underestimate the enemy." The old man said with a smile, "Just because of his status as a disciple, we should pay attention to it, but... this boy is somewhat similar to him back then. One is fighting for beauty.

, a lustful person."

"It's hard to take on such a big responsibility." The sword cultivator elder said disdainfully, "Mo Jiuzhou tried his best in Tianyuan back then, but what did he get in the end? In the final analysis, it is a matter of character. If he is troubled by inner demons, even if Tianyuan does not go wrong, he will fall sooner or later."<

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"You sound a bit jealous when you say this."

"I'm just telling the truth. Do you think how long his disciple can live?

The old man in white robe chuckled lightly and said nothing, but he also acquiesced to the elder Jianxiu's statement.

After a while, he called a few disciples behind him and whispered a few instructions.

"Remember, kill first, then seize the sword." The old man said.

When the Great Yan Dynasty put Qin Changqing on the must-kill list, he was also learning about the person who entered Broken Sword Mountain.

This time, the Great Yan Dynasty is still dominated by Tianjian Academy. The person with the highest cultivation level is a man named Wang Ping, who is at the tenth level of the Golden Core. From the Tianshu Academy, a white-faced scholar with the ninth level of the Golden Core comes, and the rest of the people

In the middle, two golden elixirs are at the eighth level, three golden elixirs are at the seventh level, and the early and middle golden elixirs, the total number of zeros and zeros adds up to exactly thirty.

There are a total of thirty people in the Golden Core Realm, all of whom are building foundations or practicing Qi, and are here to make up the numbers.

In comparison, the strength of the people who entered the Great Yan Dynasty this time is obviously much higher than before.

Wang Ping, in particular, had a battle with a monk at the peak of the Golden Core when he first entered the Golden Core and was undefeated.

However, the Lingxiao Sect is not weak either, and the apparent strength of the two sides is quite different.

"The strength gap doesn't seem big on the surface, so the Dayan Dynasty pinned its hopes on Liu'er." Qin Changqing secretly said.

If the disparity in strength between the two sides is too bad, for example, if the Great Yan Dynasty sends more powerful disciples, then the Lingxiao Sect will definitely add more people.

In that case, it will be endless.

The two sides are just right now. When Bai Liu, the super killer, breaks out, it will be the key to breaking the balance.

For example, once a person at the tenth level of the Golden Core dies, if a high-level person beats a low-level person, it would be like a father beating his son. After all, everyone comes from a big power, and there are not so many arguments for leapfrogging challenges.

He held Bai Liu's hand, and the latter stood beside him. The two looked like a couple of gods, which immediately aroused the banter of all the junior brothers and sisters.

And seeing this scene, the old man in white robe showed a bit of smile in his eyes.

"Elder Duan, let's get started."

The elders of Lingxiao Sect shouted towards the Great Yan Dynasty.

The old man in white robe smiled and nodded: "Let's get started."

"The sword test begins!——"

The two of them sacrificed half of the sword talisman at the same time.

The next moment, a bright light bloomed from the sword talisman, and a strong beam of light fell on the barrier of Broken Sword Mountain, and then a crack opened.

"Go in!" the elder shouted in a low voice.

The disciples took the order and stepped into the crack with their swords.

Whoa!——

The light flashed.

Qin Changqing appeared in a strange cliff.

"Such a strong sword intent." He looked around with a look of surprise in his eyes.

I saw swords everywhere, far and near. These swords were inserted into the ground, as if they were integrated with the earth, exuding an inexplicable sword intent.

He didn't try to draw the sword.

Because Broken Sword Mountain has a rule, people who come in can only take away one sword.

Once the sword is drawn, it will soon be sent away by the power of the barrier.

But every sword is buried in the ground, and there is no way to tell whether it is good or bad.

So every time people come in to try the sword, they will spend a long time choosing.

However, after so many times, the Lingxiao Sect has also concluded an experience - the closer the sword is to the inside of Broken Sword Mountain, the better.

Qin Changqing looked into the distance. As he went further in, the terrain became higher and there were fewer swords, but the sword intent became stronger and stronger.

According to past experience, that is the final venue for the battle between the two sides.

"Huh?

His eyelids twitched.

I feel like there is something attracting me deep in the depths.

"Sword, sword intention..."

Qin Changqing pondered slightly, noticed that no suspicious traces were found around him, and rushed towards the depths of Broken Sword Mountain.

Half a day later.

In a forest.

A team of about fifteen people gathered here.

Wang Ping looked stern and stood holding his sword.

The rest are all people from Hongsifang.
Chapter completed!