If Mi Tiantai does not gamble, the accompanying Buddhist disciples and ordinary cultivators will naturally withdraw together, and naturally they will not go to make up for Qing Chan. In addition, there are many cultivators who have nothing to do with Tian Zong, and some of them feel that they are not in the limelight.
Too Jin was not pleasing to the eye, and some of the green cicadas showed off and talked boringly. They all had their own choices. In the end, there were more than 400 people behind the green cicadas.
Qingchan glanced back, smiled at Su Jing and said: "Even if only three of our group successfully picked up swords, there will still be more than a hundred swords. Fellow Taoist, we need to work hard to win this round."
"Thirty percent is a little less. It's better to think that everyone can pick up good swords. Su Jingcheng wishes everyone to gain something in the sword tomb." Su Jing replied with a smile, saying auspicious words in his mouth, spreading his wings behind his back and slowly flying forward,
After the previous thunderstorms and the random drawing of swords by Nian Hua, he sorted out: At that time, after the two Hun men drew their swords, they inserted them back into the rock, but they just did it casually, not where they came from or where they went.
Su Jing was very careful and returned the swords they inserted randomly to their origins.
After 'arranging' it was confirmed that everything was correct, Su Jing followed the Chinese Taoist etiquette and saluted the swords with his hands together, thanking the three corpses for their disrespect.
The series of actions were somewhat inexplicable, but in the eyes of Qing Chan and others, they were no different than Su Jing casting a powerful spell in the realm of the soul!
With a cry of coaxing, all the young monks were in an uproar.
Returning the sword to the nest, it is necessary to draw the sword, insert the sword Qingchan, Gao Yingjie, Zixiao Shangshang changed their expressions at the same time. Everyone is a sensible person, and when they saw Su Jing draw the sword these few times, they understood clearly: lose.
Already.
"The flying sword Su Jing picked is stronger than Qing Chan and others combined", the bet is like this, as long as Su Jing picks one or two more swords than them when leaving the sword tomb, he will win the game steadily.
It’s over.
No one would be happy to lose a treasure and lose face, but at this moment, the "unhappiness" in Qingchan and others' hearts is nothing compared to the horror in their hearts: Li Shan has mastered the control of mining the sword tomb.
Is there any way to do this? If not, how could Su Jing take the sword at will? If so, Li Shan, who is already unparalleled, can obtain the eternal treasure of the Sword Tomb.
He didn't care about anyone else while holding flowers, and touched his belly with his hand to flatter Fengqiao in front of him: "You can get the winning bet after leaving the sword tomb. The scholar's piece of paper is yours. Well, the fat princess's doll is also yours!"
It’s all yours.”
Chimu was furious when he heard this, and shouted with red eyes: "No, I won't give it to you!"
Lei Dong coughed and was about to give some serious words of advice, but then he thought about the two brothers, one is a beauty and the other is a treasure, and there is no food and wine to mix in, but he has already spoken out, and several people around him are
He looked at himself, it would be a bit embarrassing not to say anything, so he simply raised his head and glared at Qingchan, and sneered: "You think it doesn't matter if you lose? Don't look at what you mean by 'not against chivalry', 'not against chivalry'
The rules of the sect have become a big hat. Among the three things, it is easy for Su Qiang and Su Jing to kill you!"
What else can be said now? Qingchan snorted coldly, pretending not to hear Lei Dong's words, and flew into the sky towards the depths of the sword tomb. The other monks also dispersed, and each of them went to find their own flying swords.
.
It was only because Qing Chanzi wanted to tamper with Li Shan's face that Su Jing embarrassed him, and the bet itself was really insignificant to Su Jing, so there was no joy on his face, and there was still some sleepiness in his eyes.
His expression was a little confused, urging Tiandu's wings to move forward slowly.
The three corpses each sat in the child's coffin and followed behind the deity. Their red eyes were full of energy, their heads kept turning, and they squinted their eyes carefully to search for the sword.
Hunting for treasures and identifying them, this is Akame's ability to see, and no one in Bahuang Liuhe can match it. Soon he began to give pointers, pointing out where he passed which sword was better. But for the time being, it was just 'better'.
, there is no truly good sword that has caught his eye yet.
Fate dictates that the three corpses are all impatient and want to find the best sword in the tomb immediately. Su Jing is indifferent and flies extremely slowly: it is best to find a good sword, but the more important purpose of his coming to the sword tomb is to find it.
The reason why the sword tomb was automatically closed a while ago may have clues related to the 'Tianwuchangdan'.
That was Lu Yajiu's only hope to get out of trouble.
The spiritual consciousness is like a tide, spreading slowly in all directions; the spiritual consciousness is like a beard, quietly sliding over countless long swords, carefully exploring every inch of the stone cliff. Unconsciously, nine days have passed, and Su Jing has already buried the three-hundred-mile sword tomb.
I searched carefully twice and couldn't find any abnormalities; Akame also found nothing.
Lei Dong and Nian Hua had no intention of finding anything, and they had long been bored waiting around. For some reason, the two of them got together on a coffin, whispering to each other, and followed Lei Dong to ask Su Jing, "Can we go around for a while?"
Su Jing did not stop him, but warned: "Don't draw swords for fun anymore. You should be in awe of the swords hidden here."
Lei Dong and Nian Hua both agreed, and the little coffin flew away happily with its wings fluttering.
Leaving Su Jing far away, more than ten miles later, he put down the coffin, Nianhua and Chimu stepped on a stone cliff. The two dwarfs looked around furtively for a while. Lei Dong still hesitated: "Su Qiangqiang said not to have fun randomly."
Before he finished speaking, he shook his head and said, "He said you shouldn't draw swords randomly for fun. We don't draw swords. On the contrary, we insert swords."
As he spoke, he bent down while holding the flower, and put the hilt of the long sword behind his back into Lei's hand. The latter no longer hesitated and pulled out the 'Xiao Lian'
Tianyuan Qingchan couldn't hold back her anger.
Nine days have passed, and he has lost count of how many times he has tried. Unfortunately, none of them have been approved by Zangjian. This is something that can't be helped. No matter how unwilling he is, he can't do it. He can only do it before the time limit.
He kept trying. He had just changed to a stone cliff, and while he was looking for it, he suddenly felt a flash of black light not far away. When he looked up, he saw a long sword halfway inserted into the stone cliff. With his knowledge, he could see it at a glance.
That's a really good sword!
The sword's light was dazzling, which could be regarded as a 'hint'. Qingchan took a deep breath, flew to the good sword, stretched out her hand, grasped the hilt and pulled it out. She was immediately overjoyed! It was clear that the good sword was in her hand at this moment!
My heart is filled with ecstasy!
But before the green cicada could laugh out loud, two dwarfs not far away who were happier, more proud, louder, and even more indescribably unpleasant laughed first. One was skinny, the other was as fat as a pear, and the two dwarfs jumped out of the cover side by side.
In the body of the rock, the thin one laughed strangely and shouted: "Bold thief, dare to steal your immortal sword!"
The fat one pulled his belly up and down, laughing so hard that he couldn't speak.
Qing Chanzi still didn't know why, and frowned at the two dwarfs: "What are you talking about?"
It wasn't until Lei Dong Tianzun waved, and the Xiao Lian in Qing Chan's hand automatically flew back to its owner, that Qing Chan suddenly realized: This bastard stuck his sword in the stone cliff and pretended to hide it. How could there be such a boring person in this world!
Her joy was in vain and she became the butt of laughter. Qing Chan was so angry that her handsome face was distorted. A fierce light flashed in her eyes. However, private fights were strictly prohibited in the Sword Tomb. Qing Chan did not dare to break the taboo. She left behind a sentence: "When you leave this place, you must treat the two of you."
I want some justice!', he flew away in the clouds.
Lei Dong reacted quickly and shouted at his back: "If you don't take revenge, I won't publicize this matter."
Qingchan paused, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and said, "I'm too lazy to argue with you two, that's all!" After saying that, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Lei Dong laughed loudly and put the sword back into its original position. He Nianhua did not forget to give instructions again: "Don't insert it straight into the hilt, leave a few inches, otherwise they won't come here because they don't know the stuff."
Su Jing didn't even think about what those two idiots were doing now. He and Akame continued to search the sword tomb.
"There is a strange sword, it is unmistakable! But where is his body?" Akame murmured endlessly, his eyes getting redder and redder.
Spiritual consciousness spread all around, and the distant scenes were all in his mind, and the nearby scenes were even more subtle. Su Jing suddenly turned around and asked Fan Qiao behind him: "What's wrong?"
This was the third time. Every time Fan Qiao passed by this area, he would look strange. Su Jing turned around and asked.
The vicissitudes of life man smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed at a sword not far away: "When I picked up a sword for the first time, it was right here, and it was this sword." He was young and high-spirited at that time. He was so happy when he was recognized by Zangjian.
The excitement is still vivid in my mind, and although I am doing well now, after many twists and turns, ups and downs, it is always inevitable to feel sad in my heart.
Now Fan Qiao's sword was rewarded by Elder Gongye, and it is especially suitable for the magic of Fire Element Daoji. In terms of sword quality alone, it is not inferior to the sword hidden in the sword tomb. Su Jing asked Fan Qiao again: "That sword before,
Suitable for water element?"
After Fan Qiao nodded, Su Jing put his wings on his back, swooped down, and said with a smile: "Try it and see if you can pick it again! Your practice is best to practice double swords."
The "Cloud Burning Fish Flame Spectrum" practiced by Fan Qiao, the word "cloud" at the beginning of the name is not for nothing. It is a fire technique, but it also involves water spirit practice. It is far inferior to Su Jing's wind and fire dual cultivation.
However, its combination of water and fire is also unique. If Fan Qiao can refine another water-moving sword, it will be of great benefit in fighting.
Su Jing did as Fan Qiao said and without asking any questions, he went directly to the old sword and slowly stretched out his hand to hold the hilt.
As if he still recognized his former master, the long sword made a clear sound, but that was all. Fan Qiao tried his best to pull it out of the stone cliff.
Fan Qiao shook his head, and just as he was about to withdraw his hand, his shoulders sank slightly, and then he felt a stream of Yanghuo essence that was not blazing, but extremely pure, and was sent into the meridians from Su Jing's hand on his shoulders, all the way.
Slowly moving forward, it passed straight through to Fan Qiao's hand holding the sword.
The next moment, the long sword broke through the rock and trembled a few times. A flash of light disappeared from the sword, and the long sword became silent. Su Jing withdrew his palm, but did not take back the pure fire element, leaving it behind.
He asked Fan Qiao: "Help you stabilize this sword." A sword may not mean much, but Fan Qiao is truly happy. This feeling is not humane, and only he knows it in his heart.
Fan Qiao did not thank him, and Su Jing did not need him to thank him. When he was about to rise into the sky again, he stopped again and raised his fists into the empty air in front of him: "May I ask, master, where can I be?"
There were ripples in the air behind Su Jing, and Monk Shenguang appeared, clasping his hands and smiling: "I'm here, I've met Almsgiver Su."
The old monk was both surprised and applauded. What surprised him was that he had arrived invisibly. Although he did not hide his aura deliberately, it was not something that practitioners in the fourth or fifth realms could detect, but Su Jing found him easily; as for
Kudos to him, the young man knew that he was behind him, but he still stepped forward to ask. His humility was self-evident.
After putting their hands together and saluting, Monk Shenguang nodded to Fan Qiao and said, "Congratulations to this donor for picking up the first sword."
Fan Qiao was slightly surprised: "The first sword?"
Su Jing also asked: "So, before him, no one had a sword?"——
Thanks to classmate China Yiyi for becoming the sixth leader of "Ascension of Evil".
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