Reaching out and pinching the female spirit sword master's chin, Yan Yangtian sneered and said, "Su Zisong, aren't you very noble? Try being more noble now? Do you want to beg me?"
"Pooh!"
Su Zisong glared angrily and spat.
Yan Yangtian tilted his head to avoid it, with a sneer on his face: "Don't you want to be right? I will strip all of you junior sisters naked in front of you later!"
"don't want!"
Su Zisong shouted urgently, with a struggling and pleading look on his face.
"Hahahaha." Yan Yangtian laughed loudly: "You still begged me, but it's too late now."
"What do you want?" Su Zisong's face turned pale.
"What do you think?"
Yan Yangtian smiled evilly and put his hand unceremoniously into Su Zisong's arms, groping vigorously.
Su Zisong was so ashamed and angry: "You are shameless!"
"The more shameless thing is yet to come."
Yan Yangtian sneered, pulled out his palm with force, and with a stabbing sound, he pulled out a pair of aqua blue clothes and a dark iron plate.
Seeing the dark iron plate, Yan Yangtian relaxed and threw away his dirty clothes, then took off the ice blue sword pouch from Su Zisong's waist.
"Take off all their sword pouches."
Immediately, several people came forward, took off the sword bags from the waists of the other four women, and handed them to Yan Yangtian together.
"Brother Bai, please choose one of these five women first." Yan Yangtian looked at Bao Fengyun and Feng Qianxun who were following them.
Baifeng Yun is no nonsense. The Guanghan Heart Technique practiced by the disciples of Ice Moon Palace, Yuan Yin is extremely pure, and it can refine the cultivation level to break through the original realm. He is now at the peak of the late stage of Sword Meridian. If he gets a person who is also in the late stage of Sword Meridian
Yuan Yin, the Ice Moon Palace disciple, may be able to break through the original realm immediately and advance to the realm of Sword Meridian Dzogchen!
"I want this."
Baifeng Yun pointed at Su Zisong. Among the five women, only Su Zisong had the highest cultivation level. She was in the late stage of Sword Meridian. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the effect of Yuan Yin.
A trace of displeasure flashed in Yan Yangtian's eyes. He had been staring at this woman for a long time, but he had already said his words and could not change his words. He looked at Feng Qianxun.
"Brother Feng, there are four women here, two are in the middle stage of Sword Vein, and one is in the early stage of Sword Vein. This, hey, how is the cultivation level of the ninth level of sword cultivation?"
Yan Yangtian looked at one of the girls and frowned. Every time the Misty Swamp is opened, each major sword sect has an agreement. Each sect can only send out a maximum of five disciples under the age of fifty, and those with Jian Gang cultivation level and below.
Disciple, because if your cultivation level exceeds that of Jian Gang and enters the swamp, it will trigger the prohibition in the swamp. If you enter, you will only be strangled by the prohibition formation.
Therefore, each major sword sect usually sends out five young disciples at the sword vein stage. Spiritual sword masters at the sword-raising level cannot go too deep into the misty swamp, and they are of little use in the competition for the rich resources of the swamp. As for every time
The major sword sects drove high-level spiritual swordsmen from various countries around the misty swamp to enter the swamp, firstly to share the evil power and death energy in the swamp, and secondly to explore the outer areas of the swamp more comprehensively, maybe they could find some good things.
indefinite.
"Bingyue Palace has only established its sect for a few decades. I heard that Hanyue woman only has four direct disciples. This one may be a new one. Huh? That's not right! He is actually the body of ice spirit!"
Feng Qianxun looked at the girl in surprise, with a burning look in his eyes.
Both Yan Yangtian and Baifeng Yun's expressions changed, and they stared at the girl with the same gaze. No one was not attracted by the Yuan Yin of the innate spirit body. Not only could they practice better, but they also had the opportunity to obtain the spiritual root of the innate spirit body.
property!
"I want this woman!" Yan Yangtian and Feng Qianxun said almost in unison.
After saying that, the two of them looked at each other, and there were sparks in their eyes. It was obvious that neither of them wanted to give up. Feng Qianxun's face turned dark, and he felt extremely regretful in his heart, because he had already chosen one first, and the ice spirit body definitely didn't belong to him.
.
"Brother Yan, this woman is a body of ice spirit, which conflicts with your fire spirit root attribute. Moreover, your sect does not have the sword art of ice and fire. It is useless for Brother Yan to get it. How about giving it to the younger brother? What's left?
I, Lan Jianmen, will no longer be involved in the Yuan Yin of three women." Feng Qianxun said.
There was a trace of unwillingness on Yan Yangtian's face. The other party was right. He had a fire spirit root. Obtaining an ice spirit root would not be of much use. It might also cause the two spiritual roots to conflict with each other. Moreover, the sect did not have the mental method to regulate ice and fire.
He snorted softly and said nothing.
Feng Qianxun knew that the matter was done, and his face showed joy. He cupped his fists at Yan Yangtian and Baifeng Yun and said, "You two, do what you want."
After saying that, he walked up to Mu Qingqing, connected his sword fingers, and sealed the meridians throughout Mu Qingqing's body. Then he cut off the ivy with his sword, picked up Mu Qingqing, and shot him behind a mountain not far away.
"My Red Sword Sect wants these two mid-stage sword veins." Yan Yangtian said in a muffled voice.
Baifeng Yun nodded. The remaining one was in the early stage of Sword Vein, but he had already obtained a late-stage Sword Vein. In the final analysis, he still took advantage, and the one who suffered the most was Yan Yangtian.
After the two agreed, they each followed the same method, sealing the meridians of the four women, and then worked with their disciples to find places to do things.
Feng Qianxun hugged Mu Qingqing and found a remote place. He laid his body flat on the open ground, touched Mu Qingqing's pretty face with his hand and said softly: "Don't blame me. If you want to blame me, it's your fault."
Ice Moon Palace.”
He grabbed Mu Qingqing's collar with both hands and tore it apart with all his strength. Amidst the tearing sound of the brocade, the girl's naked body was fully revealed.
Looking at the perfect ketone body in front of him, Feng Qianxun couldn't help but feel short of breath despite his decades of hard training.
Mu Qingqing closed her eyes tightly, and two lines of clear tears fell from her temples.
Ta, da, da...
A burst of slow footsteps suddenly floated over from a distance. Feng Qianxun's heart skipped a beat and he looked sharply towards the place where the sound came from.
That was the direction of Jian Tomb. In the misty mist, a figure was looming, becoming clearer and clearer, walking towards here.
Feng Qianxun felt a wave of horror rushing straight to his forehead, and the hairs all over his body stood on end! Regardless of the girl beneath him, he jumped up, took out the spiritual sword from the sword pouch, and looked at the man who walked out of the sword grave as if facing a formidable enemy.
figure.
The figure didn't walk fast, but it wasn't slow either. After a few breaths, it walked out of the bloody mist of the sword grave. Half of its face was covered by a silver mask, making it impossible to see its appearance and tell its specific age.
It was not an evil spirit. Feng Qianxun breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not dare to relax completely because he found that he could not see through the other person at all. The other person's body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, as if he existed and yet did not exist.
"Who are you?" Feng Qianxun asked nervously.
Mo Wen ignored him and glanced at the naked woman behind Feng Qianxun. He frowned slightly. He couldn't see the woman's face clearly due to the swamp fog, but he felt something familiar, not the breath, but the smell.
A feeling deep in my heart.
Seeing that the other party did not answer, Feng Qianxun hesitated for a moment and carefully probed the spiritual sense. There are some secret techniques that can hide the spirit pressure aura of the spirit sword master. It is impossible to tell the depth just by looking at the energy. He thought Mo Wen was it.
He practiced some kind of secret method to hide his spiritual pressure.
Mo Wen felt a mental wave coming towards him. Knowing that it was the other party's spiritual consciousness, he couldn't help but snorted coldly. The golden sword in the sea of consciousness shook, and the sword consciousness vibrated out. The huge mental wave instantly detected Feng Qianxun.
His spiritual consciousness was shattered.
Feng Qianxun's face turned pale, and he almost lost control due to the severe pain in his heart, but what frightened him was the terrifying mental pressure! His face was so frightened that there was almost no blood.
"Senior, please calm down!" Feng Qianxun knelt on the ground with a thud and said in fear: "This junior is Feng Qianxun, the third generation disciple of Lan Jianmen of Jin State. I have no intention of offending senior. Please calm down!"
Mo Wen was slightly stunned, senior? After thinking about it, he immediately thought of the key. It should be his sword consciousness that scared the other party. Now his sword consciousness has undergone two evolutionary transformations and should have reached the level of Jian Gang Realm. The spiritual consciousness just now
Contact, making the other party mistakenly think that he is a spiritual sword master in the sword gang period.
Feng Qianxun was shaking all over, and his head was already in a mess. Jian Gang! How could it be Jian Gang! How did he get in? Jian Vein and Jian Gang, although they are in the same realm, their strength is completely different.
, a spiritual sword master in the early stage of Jian Gang wants to kill a spiritual sword master with perfect sword veins without much effort. That is the essential difference.
"What are you doing?" Mo Wen asked in a hoarse voice.
Feng Qianxun raised his eyes and glanced, and replied cautiously: "Junior sister is mentally disturbed by the sword evil spirit, and I am currently treating her."
Treatment requires stripping off all clothes? Mo Wen felt weird, but he was new to the major sword sects and didn't know much about these real spirit sword master sects. He didn't want to be too fussy, so he nodded slightly and moved on.
Walk.
Feng Qianxun breathed a sigh of relief. The other party obviously didn't want to meddle in other people's business and didn't dare to stay in front of him anymore. He turned around, picked up Mu Qingqing and walked in the opposite direction.
"etc!"
Feng Qianxun trembled inwardly, turned around and said with a bitter smile: "Senior, do you have any other instructions?"
"Where is this place? How long has it been since the opening of the Misty Swamp?" Mo Wen asked.
Feng Qianxun secretly broke into a cold sweat and answered respectfully: "This is eight hundred miles deep in the northern part of the Misty Swamp. It is already the tenth day since the opening."
Has it been ten days? Mowen Weiwei lost his mind.
Feng Qianxun was in a state of confusion. Seeing that Mo Wen didn't say anything anymore, he boldly left quickly. The longer time went by, the easier it would be to reveal his flaws. He didn't know what the temperament of this Jian Gang realm spiritual swordsman was. If justice happened,
If you know the truth of the matter, it will be over.
But cleverness can lead to mistakes. If Feng Qianxun said goodbye to Mo Wen honestly, Mo Wen might not think much about it, but he left quietly and seemed to be in a hurry when he entered and left.
Mo Wen couldn't help but feel suspicious, and subconsciously spread out his sword consciousness. All the scenes within a ten-mile radius appeared in his mind.
A few miles away, Yan Yangtianzheng roughly tore the clothes of an Ice Moon Palace disciple, and then fed a red pill into the woman's mouth. Within a moment, the skin of the Ice Moon Palace female disciple's body was covered with redness.
She had a strange pink color and her eyes became blurred.
Yan Yangtian smiled coldly, unbuttoned his pants, then spread his two snow-white thighs, and was about to push in hard. A huge and sharp spiritual consciousness suddenly came, and the terrifying pressure made him tremble all over, and his lower body relaxed.