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Chapter 133 The world is so small
It should be said that these three swords are not actually powerful artifacts.

The only thing that is special may be that there is no ash on the other artifacts, only these three swords are covered with dust.

When Feng Ling saw Qin Huan coming out, she was holding the three dusty swords in her hand.

She was also covered in dirt, her clothes were dirty, and her hair hung crookedly behind her ears, with some naughty bits hanging on her face, blocking her starry eyes.

A trace of surprise flashed in Fengling's eyes: "Luoqing?"

Qin Huan gave a low "hmm".

She didn't like to use a sword in her previous life, she thought it was ugly, she just liked to hold her guqin, the sound of the piano is lingering, endless, and wherever the sound of the piano comes, people's lives will return.

But Xuanyuanli still made her three swords.

Although this sword looks ordinary, it is Xuanyuanli's inheritance of swordsmanship.

When refining these three swords, Xuanyuan Li also refined his swordsmanship into them.

People in the world only know that Xuanyuanli is the number one refiner in the world of cultivating immortals, and even the number one master craftsman, but they don't know that his most powerful skill is not in refining weapons, but in the way of swordsmanship.

He divided his kendo into three levels and refined them into these three swords respectively. In each sword, there is a protective shield.

The first sword can withstand a full blow from a monk in the Mahayana stage, the second sword can withstand a full blow from a monk in the transformation stage, but the third sword is a blow from a demigod. It should have been a full blow from a demigod. One hit, but Xuanyuanli died in her hands when he was about to fly up.

Licking the dog, licking the dog, licking until the end, there is nothing left, it seems that it is him.

Thinking about Qin Huan made her feel uncomfortable. Before he died, he told her that the sword had no name, but now he took it and called it Luoqing.

He didn't resent her particularly deeply.

Feng Ling looked at Qin Huan sitting on the ground holding three swords. The swords were more than a head higher than she was sitting on. Holding them so dejectedly, it was like a deer that couldn't find a home and was lying on the ground, helpless.

Just as he was about to say something comforting, he saw the little mentally retarded zombie who was just counting ants squatting in front of Qin Huan, with dry gray lips saying soft words: "Mom, ho ho."

Qin Huan was still in a daze, when he saw the child he picked up from the trash can calling his mother in a warm voice.

With a twitch of his mind, looking at his gray skin, he suddenly realized that he was no different from him as a zombie.

Squatting on the ground, his face was dusty, his body was dirty, and he could vaguely smell a dusty smell accumulated over thousands of years. His stomach couldn't help but twitched, and he stepped back into the secret space .

Throwing the sword aside, he jumped directly into the Lingquan to take a bath.

It really stinks!

Except for the moment she just woke up, she had never smelled so bad!
What kind of hatred does this 1000-year-old soil have with her? How can it have such a strong smell!

The little zombie looked at the person who suddenly disappeared in front of him, it was really strange, did the food know that he was going to eat her?
It flashed so fast that he couldn't even smell her.

But looking at the appearance of the person next to her, it seemed that she hadn't disappeared.

Then, the little zombie continued his great work of counting ants.
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For the next two days, Qin Huan concentrated on studying the formulas in the first sword.

Xuanyuanli deserves to be number one in swordsmanship in the world of cultivating immortals. She gave her the Wanjian Jue with the first sword, why not give her a better sword dance?
What's even more frightening is that the practice of this Wanjian Jue is to swing the sword [-] times a day.

Qin Huan is almost useless after practicing.

It's so difficult to just learn these ten thousand swords, and you also have to use the sword in your hand to perform the technique.

For the first time, she felt that Xuanyuanli was quite powerful.

Just thinking about the two swords behind him, Qin Huan suddenly felt that there was a long way to go and almost fainted.

However, this did not delay Qin Huan's combat training plan, she was going to fight the zombies desperately.

Based on the information provided by Fengling, Qin Huan decided to go to Yuncheng as his next stop.

First, there are the most zombie strongholds along the road in Yuncheng.

Second, there are strongholds of the first generation of zombies around Yuncheng, and there is also a chance for the heroine.

Of course, it wasn't to grab the heroine's chance. Qin Huan's own secret space is much higher than the heroine's Little Fairyland. She was also an existence close to God back then.

However, if the heroine dies, Qin Huan doesn't mind having an extra fortune, after all, she is poor now.

No one would dislike having too much money, let alone their high cultivation.

Thinking that there would be many fierce battles ahead, the girl leaned against the tree after nightfall, closed her starry eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Ling looked at the girl sleeping with her eyes closed, her juicy cherry petals opening and closing, and her delicate exhalation with a little water vapor, she could see his throat throbbing slightly, and his peach blossom eyes were deep and deep.

Take a deep breath, let your restless heart gradually calm down.

Fortunately, the little zombie went out to look for food, and only he and Qin Huan were left.

Feng Ling raised her hand and pulled out a small porcelain bottle.

Looking at Qin Huan's slightly red and swollen arms and the two thin circles of black under his eyes, a trace of distress flashed in his eyes.

Although the practice of Wanjianjue is to swing the sword [-] times a day, in fact, when the monk first started practicing, he only swung the sword a thousand times a day, and then increased the number of times every day.

In the past two days, Qin Huan swung his sword tens of thousands of times during the day, twice a day, except for two meals in between, he only rested for a quarter of an hour, and it was all used for cultivation.

I didn't even sleep at night, I used it for cultivation.

No matter how strong the monk's body is, she will not be able to bear such torture, let alone the body of a pampered young lady.

Feng Ling poured the pills in the small porcelain bottle into her hand, pinched it with her fingertips, and crushed it.

The Divine Emperor Jade on Qin Huan's waist shone dimly.

Afterwards, a bit of spiritual energy in Feng Ling's hand melted, and the crushed medicinal powder turned into a paste, which was carefully applied to Qin Huan's swollen arm little by little.

He cannot use spiritual power in this plane, so he uses the God Emperor Jade

Qin Huan woke up the next day and found that he was relaxed and the swelling on his body disappeared.

She originally wanted to take a dip in the spiritual spring in the morning. The spiritual spring has a strong healing power.

Just a little soaking can relieve her discomfort.

So she went to sleep first yesterday with peace of mind.

Unexpectedly, when I woke up the next day, I felt relaxed.

There is also a faint fragrance of flowers coming from the crook of the arm, which is the smell of Xuezhi pine balm.

Qin Huan looked at Fengling who was walking in front, and couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth in his heart.

The two of them walked forward unhurriedly.

Qin Huan took a gray robe to cover the little zombie. As long as he didn't lift the hood or stretch out his hand, he couldn't tell that it was a zombie.

There were only some ordinary zombies encountered on the road, and Qin Huan easily solved them with two or three fireball skills.

After all, level 2 zombies are still rare now, and it is impossible for them to be so unlucky when they go out, and encounter them as soon as they come out.

However, Feng Ling still observed the surroundings very vigilantly. Under the investigation of his spiritual sense, there was no one within a hundred miles that was not within his monitoring range.

Fengling seemed to notice something and suddenly said: "Little master, something is strange."

Qin Huan also became cautious, "What's wrong?"

"There is a group of people coming in the direction we are going. The leader is a woman. You know my little master, she is Qin Xiaoxiao who was in the car before."

Qin Huan raised his eyebrows, Qin Xiaoxiao?

I bumped into each other when I went out. The world is really small.

(End of this chapter)