Mortals cultivating immortals and encountering strange encounters with immortals

"What kind of pit are you, a stinky toad? Get out of here! Senior Brother Jun is not someone who can please everyone!"

After the words fell, Qin Wanfeng's brows gradually furrowed, but it just passed away for a moment, but the anger in his heart gradually burned at this time. He did not refute, but said with a smile on his face;

"Sorry, sorry! Junior brother was reckless! I'll go in right now!"

After saying that, Qin Wanfeng walked towards the attic group in a hurry and disappeared almost in the blink of an eye. The leading inner disciple looked at Qin Wanfeng's figure and said,

He frowned and thought deeply. Seeing this situation, the people following him saw the doubts on his face and asked tentatively;

"Senior Brother Jun? What's wrong? Do you want us to catch that ignorant boy just now? He's just an ant at the fourth level of Qi Refining! Still~!"

"Shut up! After your cultivation level has increased, you will not take other brothers and sisters into consideration?"

"I…!"

When Na Jun Ao spoke like this, the young man's real name was Jun Ao, and he was an admirer of the inner disciple Mo Jiujun. Among the inner disciples, there were three genius disciples of the inner sect, namely Mo Jiujun, Sikong Cangyu, and Yao Qianxun, and Junao in front of him is one of Mo Jiujun’s followers,

Jun Ao looked at Qin Wanfeng who was gradually entering the attic, frowning and thinking for a long time. It was not until Qin Wanfeng walked away that he slowly spoke;

"This person has a deep and thoughtful mind! He will become a great person in the future!"

Watching Qin Wanfeng walk in, the inner disciple Jun Ao spoke like this. After Qin Wanfeng walked into the barrier, what he saw was a gate tower standing in front of the attic group. The rubble on the gate tower had long disappeared.

But there is a plaque in the center with the three characters "Xijian Pavilion" written on it! Qin Wanfeng frowned and looked at those three words.

Although it is very old, when I first looked at it, there was actually a slight tingling feeling in my soul, and it was also shrouded in a faint light curtain.

Thinking about it, this light curtain was the reason why the gate tower did not collapse. After watching it for a while, Qin Wanfeng immediately headed towards the attic.

Qin Wanfeng took a look at all the buildings around him. Except for the attic in the center and the ancillary buildings, most of the other buildings had collapsed, leaving only ruins.

Some of the disciples were shuttled back and forth, looking for treasures. At this time, in front of the only remaining attic, some people were coming in and out, as if they were looking for something.

"What a bullshit sword pool! I was there for more than ten days to comprehend, but in the end I didn't comprehend anything. Except for the cold wind around me, which made me shiver with cold, there was nothing else!"

"Who says otherwise! We were all deceived by that inner disciple Jun Ao! If I had known this, I shouldn't have come,"

"Let's go and see other places! Three years have passed in the blink of an eye!"

Qin Wanfeng stood slightly, listening to the discussions of the people around him. Looking at their angry faces, he couldn't help but look thoughtful. However, their words caught Qin Wanfeng's attention. When he looked at the only remaining attic,

"The sword pool is in that attic?"

Immediately, Qin Wanfeng raised his feet and walked in. But every few steps he took, suddenly, a green sword light rising hundreds of feet into the sky emitted from the attic!

In an instant, a hundred-foot-long sword light almost illuminated the entire building complex. The cyan light spread to its extreme, attracting everyone's attention at once.

However, everyone just glanced at each other, and it was time to go, but Qin Wanfeng was shocked by the cyan light. From the cyan sword light, he could feel the majestic sword energy.

At a rough glance, it turned out to be much stronger than his own sword energy. Qin Wanfeng didn't know anything about the sword energy he had comprehended. However, he was certain of one thing, that is, sword energy must have levels of high and low, strong and weak. ,

"Hey, I don't know which lucky person felt the power of the sword! I felt it beside the sword pond for more than a month, but I didn't feel anything! What the hell!"

Qin Wanfeng looked at a young man who was about twenty-five or six years old walking towards him. The young man's face was full of anger and his eyes were sharp.

Seeing this, Qin Wanfeng immediately stepped out and stopped the young man. The young man was at the sixth level of Qi Refining. Seeing that Qin Wanfeng, an outer disciple of the fourth level of Qi Refining, dared to block his way,

Suddenly, the anger in his heart burst out at this moment. He glared at Qin Wanfeng, his eyes full of murderous intent. He looked at Qin Wanfeng without saying a word. When he saw this, Qin Wanfeng had a flattering look on his face and immediately took out ten pieces from his arms. A spiritual stone, he spoke respectfully;

"This senior brother, junior brother Jiang Lan, you are so polite! Junior brother has doubts in his heart, I wonder if he can answer them for me?"

The young man was originally angry, but after seeing Qin Wanfeng take out ten spiritual stones, the anger on his face seemed to dissipate. He put away the spiritual stones handed over by Qin Wanfeng, as if he was letting Qin Wanfeng go, and the swelled up spirit stones The spiritual energy also gradually disappeared, he said;

“Speak quickly if you have something to say, and fart if you have any, time waits for no one!”

"Dare to ask, senior brother! What is the sword power you just mentioned?"

Hearing this, the young man was stunned for two seconds, with a look of disbelief on his face, as if he couldn't believe why Qin Wanfeng could ask such a question. After pondering for a moment, he answered without hesitation;

"This so-called sword stance! It means using force when drawing the sword! Free and unrestrained, this is the sword stance! Haha! Junior brother, do you have anything else you need to ask? Just ask! Senior brother, my surname is Ma, and my single name is Maipi!"

"Mamapi?"

Qin Wanfeng shook his head dully. When he saw this, the man glanced at Qin Wanfeng, curled his lips, and immediately walked out. At the same time, he weighed the spirit stone in his hand.

He looked at Qin Wanfeng like a fool, his mouth full of sarcasm. Qin Wanfeng watched the young man gradually walk away, and for a moment he didn't even turn around.

It wasn't until the young man burst out laughing that Qin Wanfeng followed up with a wry smile,

"Haha! Did I get carried away?"

Qin Wanfeng immediately headed towards the attic. When he walked in, he saw that although the appearance of the attic looked ordinary,

But when he actually walked in, Qin Wanfeng realized that there seemed to be another world inside. There was a giant sword in the center of the attic.

The giant sword is completely black. Next to the giant sword, there are some various rusty swords. Some of the rusty swords are still shining with a faint light.

And the moment he walked in, everything around him was foggy, and except for the giant sword, nothing else could be seen clearly.

And at the entrance stood a sign made of unknown materials, with only an unknown symbol written on it.

But there was a silent gesture next to it. Without even thinking about it, Qin Wanfeng could roughly guess what it meant.

"Why does this place have such a strong smell of blood?"

As Qin Wanfeng gradually went deeper, Qin Wanfeng could clearly feel the smell of blood permeating the air. The pungent smell of blood was also mixed with a strong evil spirit.

Stopping to watch the three-breath time, he saw drops of blood still floating on the ground. Next to the giant sword in the distance, there were still many corpses of Qinglian Sect disciples. Immediately, Qin Wanfeng slowly approached,

But before he walked over, suddenly, there was an exclamation from the side,

"Junior brother, don't get close! This sword pool is extremely weird! If you get even a little closer, you will be attacked by inexplicable attacks, which can range from injuries to life-threatening injuries!"

Qin Wanfeng immediately stopped. He turned around and saw that the person speaking was a young man in his twenties or nineteen. He was at the fifth level of Qi Refining. He had long hair, dark skin, and a pair of small eyes that exuded light. ! At this time, he was sitting cross-legged, carefully sensing the wisps of sword energy floating down from the giant sword in the void!

Looking at his slightly closed eyes, Qin Wanfeng did not disturb him, but found a place to sit down.

Just when he was about to comprehend the sword energy, suddenly the young figure opened his eyes again. He glanced at Qin Wanfeng, and then slowly moved to Qin Wanfeng's side.

Seeing this, Qin Wanfeng looked calmly, but in his heart he was wary of all the young man's movements. When he got closer to Zhang Xu, Qin Wanfeng showed displeasure. Seeing Qin Wanfeng's move, the young man stopped and smiled slightly. Then he cupped his hands and saluted;

"Fan Qiangqiang! May I ask what your junior brother's name is?"

After the words fell, Fan Jianqiang stared at Qin Wanfeng, looking left and right, with some doubts in his eyes, but his face was full of smiles!

Seeing the young man asking, Qin Wanfeng couldn't refuse. After all, the man had kindly reminded him just now. After a pause, Qin Wanfeng replied;

"I'm Jiang Lan!"

"Jiang Lan? Outer disciple?"

The young man looked suspicious, looked at Qin Wanfeng again, and smiled again on his face. Qin Wanfeng did not speak. He glanced at the young man beside him, his expression was calm, and then his body moved away involuntarily.

"But you are very unfamiliar! Among the outer disciples of Qinglian Sect! I have never seen someone like you before!"

The moment he finished speaking, he stared at Qin Wanfeng, as if he wanted to get some answers from his face, but Qin Wanfeng ignored him.

Looking at the familiar look of the young man, Qin Wanfeng couldn't say he disliked him, nor did he like him. It was just that such a chatty person could usually be talked to, but this place was out of place.

Seeing Qin Wanfeng's move, the young man knew that he had lost his composure. Even as he sensed the power of the sword, Qin Wanfeng moved away from the young man and sat cross-legged.

His eyes were slightly closed and he was concentrating quietly. After adjusting his posture, he carefully felt the strange aura falling from the giant sword.

Time passed by slowly like this. Just as Qin Wanfeng was comprehending, suddenly, a wisp of breath drifted towards Fan Qiangqiang involuntarily.

Fan Jianqiang seized the opportunity, grabbed it in his hand, and carefully felt the changes in the breath. After just a moment,

Suddenly, a burst of frost-like white light emerged from the young man's body. Just for a moment, the white light spread to its full extent, covering his entire body almost instantly.