Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

Shangguan Qingyun was stunned. You teach me? What can you teach me?

Seeing him in a daze, Chu Wen said, "I can't teach you now. You have a bad temper. If you learn it, you will definitely go and seek revenge. Then Xiu'er will have no grandfather. Don't do anything rash. You must wait for me to come back."

Shangguan Qingyun found it amusing. He had been practicing heavenly-grade mental methods and techniques. Could there be a technique more powerful than heavenly-grade ones?

He has already reached the state of being able to transcend the tribulation. He only needs to govern Qingyun well, accumulate his will, and reduce the power of the thunder tribulation. When he can face the tribulation safely, he will be able to achieve Mahayana. The techniques are not important to him.

So he didn't ask any more questions, but just patted Chu Wen on the shoulder and smiled.

"Ok, I will wait for you!"

Seeing that this cheap elder brother described the four treasures as miraculous, Chu Wen had been itching to get them.

After returning Shangguan Qingyun's smile, he immediately took out the Chunjun Sword and the Zhuangtian Bell, suspended them in the air above the auspicious clouds, and observed them carefully.

These two treasures are truly extraordinary, and their appearance alone overshadows all the treasures on Chu Wen's body.

The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. After looking at the Chunjun Sword, he looked at the Zhuangtian Bell. He knocked here and touched there with his hands, his mouth grinning from ear to ear.

After a cup of tea.

Chu Wen reached out and grabbed the Chunjun sword, only to feel its hefty weight. He stretched out his left middle finger, turned the sword around and cut towards his finger.

Shangguan Qingyun could only produce a few such magic weapons. He couldn't help feeling sad when he saw Chu Wen wanted Chunjun to recognize him as his master.

Just as he was feeling heartbroken, he was shocked to find that Chu Wen's fingers had been cut twice by the Chunjun Sword, but the skin was not even broken.

Shangguan Qingyun was shocked.

How is it possible that the Chunjun sword, which can cut through iron like mud, can't hurt him?

Little did he know that as the little green dragon in Chu Wen's body grew, it was constantly fusing and transforming Chu Wen's essence and blood with the dragon's blood, transforming his body all the time.

His body was originally rubbed by the Jade Emperor's hands, and Qinglong was the supreme dragon, the leader of the four spirits, and his body was stronger than any other spirit in the world.

Now that the two have been fused, it is more than just an ordinary experience. The toughness of Chu Wen's body has exceeded Shangguan Qingyun's understanding.

Chu Wen had anticipated that the Chunjun Sword would not be able to cut his fingers. He tried twice and saw that it did not work, so he thought of pouring spiritual power into the sword and urging the sword light to cut.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the spiritual power touched Chunjun, Chunjun suddenly slipped away and instantly turned into a stream of light and fled away. The speed was so fast that Chu Wen didn't have time to react.

Shangguan Qingyun was shocked to see Chunjun running away, and quickly drove his light to chase after him.

Chu Wen stood blankly on the auspicious clouds, staring blankly at the two streams of light disappearing into the distance, not knowing what was happening.

Two quarters of an hour later.

Shangguan Qingyun flew back to the auspicious cloud with Chunjun in his hand. He widened his eyes and looked at Chu Wen as if he were a monster.

"You, you are a body cultivator?"

Chu Wen shook his head.

"you are human?"

Chu Wen laughed angrily: "If I'm not a human, then what am I?"

"Then why can't Chunjun hurt you?"

Chu Wen thought to himself, I can’t tell him that I have a baby dragon in my belly.

Not to mention that he would laugh at me, if he gave me a caesarean section, it would be a disaster.

So Chu Wen said, "I have a thick skin, that's normal."

Shangguan Qingyun was stunned: "Normal? Chunjun can cut black gold like rotten wood, but it can't even cut your finger. Is this normal?"

Chu Wen laughed: "Hehe, I don't have any advantages, I'm just thick-skinned. By the way, big brother, please help me get some blood out. It's too difficult for me to do it myself."

Seeing that Chu Wen didn't want to talk, Shangguan Qingyun didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, the stronger Chu Wen was, the safer Xiu'er would be, which was a good thing.

He summoned a khaki dagger and held it in his hand, then cut Chu Wen's outstretched middle finger of his left hand.

A white mark appeared on the middle finger.

Shangguan Qingyun looked up at Chu Wen with a look as if he had seen a ghost.

"I have a thick skin, so please use more strength." Chu Wen said with a smile.

Shangguan Qingyun rolled his eyes at Chu Wen. This kid lied with his eyes open. He was thick-skinned. Could this be explained by his thick skin?

This dagger of mine is a top-grade magic weapon, not a kitchen knife.

He poured his spiritual power into the dagger and lightly scratched Chu Wen's middle finger with the sword. Surprisingly, he only scratched Chu Wen's skin and still did not draw blood.

Shangguan Qingyun looked up at Chu Wen again and saw that Chu Wen had a simple and honest look on his face. It was obvious that he was going to pretend to be stupid until the end.

He shook his head and was about to cut it harder, but when he looked down, he found that the small cut had disappeared.

Shangguan Qingyun couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Xiu'er's brother." Chu Wen said with a smile.

Shangguan Qingyun lost his temper instantly when he heard this. He could only suppress all his doubts and increase his strength, hitting her hard.

This time, a cut was finally made, and a drop of red blood with a hint of gold seeped out from Chu Wen's fingertips.

Under Shangguan Qingyun's astonished gaze, Chu Wen took the Chunjun Sword and smeared the blood on his hand on the sword tip.

"Buzz!"

There was a sound of sword sound.

As soon as Chunjun came into contact with Chu Wen's blood, his whole body trembled and a buzzing sound was emitted.

The blood on the sword's hilt instantly sank into the sword body. Then a golden light flashed, and an ancient and majestic aura spread.

Chu Wen held Chunjun in his hand and stood there in a daze.

At this moment, he felt that Chunjun was no longer a sword, but a long-lost relative, and there was an indescribable connection between him and him.

He could feel the other's pride and loneliness, anger and sadness, as well as an endless pursuit of power.

When he came to his senses and looked at Chunjun again, Chunjun was no longer the same as before. He had become domineering and unparalleled.

He concentrated again and found that he was aware of every element movement of Chunjun. The Chunjun, which originally weighed a thousand pounds, now became as light as a feather.

Chu Wen danced casually and found that controlling Chun Jun was as easy as commanding his arms.

It turns out there are such treasures in the world!

Chu Wen was overjoyed and looked at Shangguan Qingyun with gratitude. Then his mind moved and Chunjun was immediately suspended in the air.

This feeling of telepathy is truly magical, as if Chunjun is not a sword, but an extension of one's own consciousness.

Chu Wen was filled with joy. He controlled Chunjun to fly left and right in the air, and to move up and down, as easily as controlling his fingers. Not only was there no sluggishness, but he could do whatever he wanted.

After a while, Chu Wen spread out his palms, and Chunjun immediately returned to his hands. He then pointed the tip of the sword upwards and pierced Chu Wen's forehead. In the blink of an eye, it sank into the center of his eyebrows and appeared in Chu Wen's sea of ​​consciousness.

As soon as Chunjun entered the sea of ​​consciousness, he immediately felt comfortable.

Chu Wen looked at Chunjun who was floating side by side with the gourd in his sea of ​​consciousness, and an auntie smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Shangguan Qingyun saw that Chu Wen had so easily taken Chunjun into his sea of ​​consciousness. It was obvious that Chunjun was very satisfied with this master and had been completely subdued by Chu Wen.

He was both surprised and jealous, but when he thought of the golden color in his brother's blood just now, which was the golden color that only appeared after becoming a god, Shangguan Qingyun felt calm again.

Chu Wen put away Chunjun and looked at the big green bell again.

He slowly approached and pointed his middle finger upwards.

No response.

I looked down and there was blood on my fingers.

At some point, the wound had healed, leaving only a red mark to remind Chu Wen.

It's this finger, yes.