Chapter 414: I know the beautiful woman and believe me, I want to go back to the sect, and teach the Dharma...
Qi Fan's expression turned serious and he immediately agreed, "Even if the Peak Master doesn't say anything, I will still keep this favor in my heart."
"Yeah." Qinglang nodded, his expression gradually softened.
She is quite familiar with Qi Fan's character and is not an ungrateful person.
Then he heard his words again: "Has the Peak Master already worshiped in the Spirit Sword Palace?"
Qinglang shook his head, "No, I saw a senior powerful man in the outer mountains before."
"He told me that as long as the three disciples I accept can be recognized by the ancestors in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, they will be accepted into the Spirit Sword Palace."
Hearing what he said, Qi Fan couldn't help but frown, thinking about the purpose of that great power.
To be recognized by the ancestors in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, it should be said that it is not the Lord of the Death Sword.
It is a portable sword that has been used by countless ancestors here!
However, in this Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, even the disciples who have worshiped the Spiritual Sword may not necessarily be recognized as the divine weapon in it.
Otherwise, why would the disciples of the Spirit Sword Palace need to enter the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords?
What's more, what about the three peak masters who have just arrived in Taiyang Realm?
Qi Fan couldn't help but secretly wonder in his heart, does the senior almighty not want the Peak Master to worship the Spiritual Sword at all?
This is no longer an ordinary test.
Qinglang looked at Qi Fan's unpredictable expression and couldn't help but frown and asked: "Is there something wrong?"
Qi Fan nodded, then shook his head.
Seeing this appearance, Qinglang even frowned, "What do you mean?"
"It's not inappropriate, but it's hugely inappropriate."
"You probably don't know where Wanjian Tomb is?" Qi Fan said with a frown.
"I really don't know."
"Let me tell you, this Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords is..."
Qinglang listened to Qi Fan tell the story about Wanjian Tomb one by one, his brows condensed at first, and then relaxed.
With thoughtful eyes, he said: "I see."
"Have you figured out the key points?" Qi Fan asked puzzledly.
"It should be correct." Qinglang nodded calmly.
Then he glanced at Qi Fan hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something.
Qi Fan saw this and said directly: "Here, we can call ourselves fellow villagers."
"If you have anything to say, Peak Master, just say it directly. I will know everything you want to say."
Qinglang was still a little hesitant after hearing this.
"Peak Master!"
Then he saw Qi Fan looking at him very seriously, and then he said: "Can you tell me the so-called method of using divine consciousness?"
"Furao and I were injured by this sword intent."
"If we can't resist the gray mist condensed by the swords of our ancestors, our master and disciple may..."
Before he finished speaking, Qi Fan smiled heartily and said, "That's it? It's a small thing. I'll teach you how to use it."
Qinglang was startled. Shouldn't this method be the secret of the sect? Can it be taught so easily?
But before I had time to ask my doubts, a Dharma guide appeared in my mind.
Subconsciously, he began to observe, his eyes gradually became dull, and he was obviously immersed in this Tao.
After a while, Qinglang's eyes gradually regained their clarity, and he sighed with a hint of emotion: "It's really magical."
"I, the Nascent Soul Transformation Monk from Tianfeng Continent, really guard the treasure mountain in vain without even realizing it."
Qi Fan smiled knowingly. He had the same idea when he first learned about it.
"After becoming proficient in this method, I think the Peak Master and Senior Sister Fu Rao will be able to walk without any problems as long as they don't go to the top of the mountain."
"However, to gain the approval of our ancestors, we need to look at the word fate."
"After all, even disciples of the Spirit Sword Palace may not be recognized by the swords of these ancestors."
Qinglang nodded when he heard this, indicating that he knew what he was talking about.
Then he asked, "You taught me this method of using spiritual consciousness so easily. Can the Wanfa Sect know how to use it?"
Qi Fan shook his head and said: "Nothing, the method of using spiritual consciousness is not uncommon in the Taiyang world."
"Even if I don't tell you now, you will know when you join the Spirit Sword Palace."
"This is the best, then is it feasible for me to teach this method to Fu Rao and the other two?"
"feasible."
Hearing this affirmative answer, Qinglang felt a lot more at ease.
Then he said: "I will go out and teach these two sisters this method first, and by the way, I will get familiar with this method of spiritual consciousness."
"Let's come together, I haven't seen Senior Sister Fu Rao for a long time." Qi Fan said with a smile.
Of course, the main reason was because after hearing the news about Ling'er, how could he still sit still?
At the moment, he couldn't care less about the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords and the experience. He just wanted to fly back to the Ten Thousand Fa Sect immediately.
Then the two of them walked outside.
Within a few breaths, Qi Fan and Qing Lang appeared on the Sword Seeking Peak.
But the scene that caught their eyes shocked the two of them.
I saw Fu Rao pressing down on Nan Xing and beating him, his moves were so cruel that they could kill people.
Nan Xing vomited blood and fell back while crying, "Senior Sister, Senior Sister, wake up!"
In the blink of an eye, a sword knocked the sharp blade out of Fu Rao's hand, and he pulled Nan Xing into his arms to protect him.
And Nan Xing, who has always been protected by his master and sister, has ever encountered such a scene?
At this moment, I felt the familiar embrace and burst into tears.
It's so aggrieved, so helpless, so heart-wrenching.
Qinglang touched his little head and said softly: "It's okay, it's okay."
Just looking at Fu Rao without the sword in his hand, he still charged over crazily.
There was shock and anger in his eyes, those scarlet eyes, he was possessed!
At this time, Qi Fan's face darkened.
Thinking of how the Lord Death Sword treated these monks who were controlled by the sword when the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords was opened, I suddenly felt anxious.
He shouted directly and urgently: "Peak Master, Senior Sister Furao was controlled by the sword intent in Wanjian Tomb, which is almost like being possessed by a demon."
"It's easier to wake up than being possessed by a demon. Let's subdue it first!"
Qinglang's eyes immediately tightened when he heard this, he put Nan Xing aside and rushed towards Fu Rao.
And Qi Fan had already taken action, and the Dragon Prison Technique directly enveloped Fu Rao.
With his cultivation level not exceeding that of the late Nascent Soul, it is impossible to break the cage no matter what.
At this moment, the voice of the Lord of the Death Sword rang out from the Qiujian Peak, "If you can't wake me up with a cup of tea, you will die."
Qinglang's heart was boiling with anger. Dare you dare to say that you want my beloved disciple, Qinglang, to die?
He immediately looked around and shouted angrily.
The next moment, Qi Fan directly grabbed him, and he bowed deeply to Wanjian Tomb and said: "I will obey the order of the Lord Death Sword."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your generosity."
Qinglang looked at Qi Fan with some confusion, and then heard a message, "The Lord of the Death Sword is at least the Supreme Being in the Tribulation Stage."
"Previously, someone was controlled by the sword and turned into a sword slave. He was killed by it without even having time to react."
"Now that you have given us half a cup of tea, you are giving Wanfa some face."
Hearing these words, Qinglang felt silent in his heart, finally knowing why Qi Fan was so respectful.