Shuangjiang stood on the steps, beating his heart heavily as he watched the young man staggering down.
Every time Chen Ping'an punches, golden light will overflow from his heart, just like a blacksmith swinging a hammer to refine a sword. Every time he punches, fire will splash out, disrupting the passage of time, causing the light around Chen Ping'an to become distorted, making light and dark uncertain.
Since Chen Pingan was located at a high place, walking down the steps, even if his eyes were narrowed, Shuang Jiang, who was standing on the lower steps, could still clearly see those golden eyes that were different from ordinary people.
Chen Ping'an staggered forward. The movement in his heart was too great. After refining the heart of the god's remains, it was like moving an entire molten furnace and placing it in the ventricle of his heart.
The words peeled off from the golden jade book by twisting the core, even if they were of extremely high quality and contained the true meaning of Taoism, still after Chen Pingan punched them, several words were melted by the golden light on the spot and dissipated in the air.
Shuangjiang asked: "You shouldn't have succeeded in refining it so quickly. Do you still have any secrets hidden?"
Chen Pingan was silent, unwilling to speak, and in fact unable to speak. He just punched his heart one after another, trying his best to suppress the sound of the drum in his heart.
Shuangjiang turned sideways to get out of the way and walked with Chen Pingan. Shuangjiang kept looking at Chen Pingan's side face, using his magical powers to carefully examine the inner atmosphere of Chen Pingan's small world.
Chen Pingan stopped, covered his mouth with both hands, vomited out a mouthful of golden blood, raised his head slightly, swallowed all the blood, continued to move forward, and punched his heart again.
Shuangjiang was a bit scratchy, weird, too weird. Even if Chen Pingan used the two dragon eye fire seeds as a primer for refining, and with the help of martial arts, the remains of the gods would not be too repulsive to Chen Pingan's body and soul.
It shouldn't have gone so smoothly. According to Shuang Sheng's prediction, Twisting Core dismantled 36,000 warp and latitude threads, and Chen Ping'an might not be able to walk out of that small door.
This is like a gifted reader who flips through a sage's book. Within a short while, he may be able to understand the subtle and subtle words of the sage, but he cannot truly grasp the profound and important meaning.
There are only two possibilities. One is that Chen Qingdu took action secretly, manifested the great road, and did not hesitate to pull the entire Great Wall of Sword Qi to personally help Chen Ping'an refine things.
Another way is that Chen Ping'an is the reincarnation of a certain god who is closely related to this god's remains, half inherited and half refined.
It's just that Shuangjiang thinks that both possibilities are slim. Chen Qing is not the kind of person who gives alms casually. If Chen Ping'an is the reincarnation of an ancient god, and the Changsheng Bridge was interrupted in the early years, it will leave some traces. Shuangjiang has visited it many times.
, you should be aware of it.
Chen Pingan's eyes gradually returned to normal, the golden light slowly faded, and the movement in his heart became smaller and smaller.
The punches become lighter, the steps become steady, and the state of mind becomes calmer.
The whole prison also became quiet.
Chen Pingan turned around and climbed higher, and the white-haired boy had no choice but to follow.
This time Chen Ping'an passed by the prisons one after another. Five great demons of the upper five realms and five Nascent Soul Sword cultivators all appeared one after another, but no one said anything.
He looked at that young man like a man looking at a monster.
Chen Ping'an came to the entrance of the prison and sat on the top of the steps. The sky and the earth were bright and dark, day and night. Outside the prison, it was always daytime.
Shuangjiang couldn't help but said again: "Ancestor Yin Guan, you really can't say it? If you say it, it's just a deal, and I owe you three pieces of snow for money."
Previously, the two of them "together and sum up" and established the rules of buying and selling between the two parties. A piece of snow money is equivalent to an Earth Immortal monk. A piece of Xiaoshu money can buy or sell the life of a Jade Pu realm. When enough grain money is saved,
, Chen Pingan can go to plead with Chen Qingdu to save the life of this demon who has transformed from the outside. The frost has been prepared, and the green snake, Taoist formulas, magic weapons and artifacts are all available. In this prison, it is better to save
Some of the belongings came down, but in the past they only looked at the edges, but soon they were trying their best to pick them up. They were so anxious that they even jumped over the wall.
, plus Du Shanyin’s Silverfish Immortal Book and the Sword Pill, I have to get them all, come to Yinguan Ancestor to exchange money!
There is one great thing about the young Yin Guan that reassures Shuang Jiang, and that is that once Chen Pingan makes an agreement with someone sincerely, he will never go back on it, which is more effective than any bullshit oath.
Shuangjiang suddenly laughed to himself and said, "What you say must be done, and what you do must be resolute. You are such a villain."
Chen Ping'an smiled knowingly, and ignored the oblique curses from the demon outside, and just said: "You know I opened a wine shop in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and the sword immortals did not drink on credit. And there were only three snow coins? This deal
If you don’t do business, it will be a huge loss.”
Shuangjiang turned around, sneakily took out an embroidered handkerchief that looked like something from a boudoir, gently laid it on the ground, and twirled out a long-cherished treasure with his fingers.
On the embroidered handkerchief, ripples trembled, and Shuangjiang twisted out an extremely long narrow knife. Shuangjiang changed from twisting the handle to holding the knife with both hands, and the top of the scabbard pressed against the embroidered handkerchief.
It's even taller than the child-like alien demon.
Shuangjiang put away the embroidered handkerchief, stood up, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his hand to push the knife out of the sheath, and the light suddenly bloomed, with five colors, as gorgeous as Danxia.
The handle of the knife is wrapped with fine golden silk thread, and the round handguard of the narrow knife is exquisite. There is a string of golden ancient seal inscriptions outside the ring. The light flows like the moon, the sky is clear and the water is discernible. It is eternal and eternal, and it illuminates the soul. Finally.
The second word is "Zhankan".
After Shuangjiang pushed the knife into its sheath, he held the knife in both hands, "How? I will use this knife to exchange the answer with Ancestor Yin Guan."
Chen Pingan stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Okay."
Shuangjiang handed the narrow knife to Chen Pingan without hesitation.
Chen Ping'an held the knife across his knees, it was very heavy. He held the knife in one hand, and pressed the fingers of the other hand together against the handle. He slowly pushed the knife out of the sheath, looked at it intently, but quickly pushed it back, remembering the "not unfamiliar"
With the word "Zhankan", he asked doubtfully: "Is it an execution object used in the ancient Zhanlongtai?"
Shuangjiang squatted aside and nodded: "That's not the case! It's just that before it was left behind, it was a little damaged. I guess I chopped off the heads of many evil dragons and evil dragons, so the evil spirit is a bit heavy. Anyway, the ancestor of Yinguan is not worried about this, I
Just think of it as a treasured sword to give to heroes! There is a saying that this thing is not the best on the dragon-slaying platform. But now in the vast world, it is still very easy for the military monks of the upper five realms to fight for their heads."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Gift?"
Shuangjiang immediately slapped himself in the face and changed his words: "Sell!"
Chen Pingan held the blade with both hands and said softly: "I don't even know the answer. I'm not going to lie to you."
Frost is like being struck by lightning.
Chen Ping'an raised the knife's length and said, "When I do business, I have always been a child without any deception. I deserve it, so I will pay it back to you."
Both of them were speechless.
You should give me the fucking knife back.
It turns out that Chen Pingan raised the knife a little, but there was nothing more to say. Shuangsheng couldn't snatch it away. The key was to look at the posture of the Yinguan Ancestor. His fingers were clenched tightly, and it didn't look like he would let go. Shuangsheng would not be polite.
sentence, because once you are polite, the other party will definitely not be polite.
Chen Pingan threw the narrow knife to the demon outside, "This is for the sake of helping me leave something close at hand at the door."
Otherwise, he would have to go to the pavilion building naked, and he would encounter the twister on the way.
Shuangjiang stood up with a knife in his hand and asked: "Is it such a small thing? Is it worth exchanging such a good knife that I already have?"
Chen Pingan stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "A small summer coin. It's a good sign that the door is open."
The frost passed over the narrow knife, and the sky was filled with joy.
Chen Ping'an stood up, holding his sword on the left side of his waist, and walked slowly without returning to the prison.
Shuangjiang asked: "You have already thought about entering the Far Traveling Realm first, and then refining your natal items, so that you can also improve your martial arts luck. Is that why you are not so anxious about sewing?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I actually didn't think about it that much. With you by my side, I had been deliberately restraining my thoughts before."
Shuangjiang knelt down on his knees, threw himself to the ground, beat the ground with his fists, and howled like crazy, "What a sin I have done."
Chen Ping'an didn't find it funny, but instead felt worried.
Transform into demons, do whatever you want, pure freedom.
A ray of sword light arrived in an instant, hovering not far in front of Chen Pingan, and then swept towards the thatched cottage in the stream.
The criminal officer took the initiative to invite you to your home?
Chen Pingan traveled far and wide with the wind for the first time in the eighth realm of martial arts.
Shuanglai stood next to Chen Pingan and whispered: "This sword pill that the prison officer gave to Du Shanyin when he was blind is worth a small sum of money."
Whether it is the sword pills refined by the criminal officer or the narrow sword that Chen Ping'an has just acquired, they are both priceless treasures of the immortal family. However, in the transaction between him and the demon outside, the settlement method is different. In the prison, opportunities and treasures are everywhere.
They all have it, Shuangjiang's Ascension Realm life is more valuable. Chen Ping'an once heard that there is an extremely hidden demonic sect in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, which trades with others and only takes the most precious thing in the other person's heart, which can be a loved one.
For women, it may even be a certain kind of persistence, a certain principle, for example, the person who cherishes his life the most must give up that life in exchange.
Chen Ping'an floated down over the grape trellis, and the Sword Immortal Judge, who still didn't show his true face, stood in the green green and said: "We are leaving here, say hello to Yin Guan, the two ancestors incarnated by Qian
Woman, you can choose one of them and stay with you."
Chen Ping'an said: "No reward for no merit."
The criminal officer said: "I have been living here for a long time, but it is boring after all. Yin Guan Wenquan, sword making, and refining things. I have watched a few good shows, and I should have something to say. In addition, the most important thing is that they are more interested in you.
They are all close to each other, and they all voluntarily serve the hermit officials, but Du Shanyin will need one of them to assist him in his future practice, otherwise you can take them all away."
On the other side of the stone table, the woman in clothes and the servant girl in gauze were reluctant to leave, but they looked at the young hermit official and smiled happily, their bright eyes shining.
Hearing this, Chen Ping'an suddenly realized, and somewhat understood why this cloud-shrouded criminal swordsman was inexplicably unwelcome to him.
money.
To be continued...