Professional Red Thread Cutting [Quick Transmigration]

After a few rounds, there were not many people left, Gan Ning was defeated by Zhong Libai, he didn't seem to care much about it himself, but it made the remaining people reevaluate Zhong Libai.

If you want to make it to the end, naturally don't match up easily, but the rest of the people look at the constantly changing jade order, but they are looking forward to the match. If they lose against others, wouldn't it be a waste of time to participate in this trip.

After the jade order was settled, Zhong Libai went to the competition arena, and the others looked around one after another. The girl next to Sect Master Tianxiao flew onto it, and met the boy who was obviously not weaker than her in stature opposite her.

Although there is a difference in age, the difference is not very big in this way.

"It's Junior Sister Zheng Xi."

"If you lose, I'm afraid the suzerain will not be able to hang on."

"How could the suzerain care about such small details?"

"Please advise." Zheng Xi took out his sword and looked at the boy opposite him warily.

It's the time when a young girl loves beauty. Not only are her clothes extremely beautiful, but even her sword is adorned with tassels and inlaid with precious stones.

One is as delicate as a flower, and the other is as clear as a flowing cloud. It is pleasing to watch in this way.

"Brother An Yang, misfortune comes out of your mouth." Shen Chun laughed before Master An Yang spoke.

Real An Yang's word "to be right" was stuck in his throat and he couldn't get it out.

Although life expectancy is long in the realm of comprehension, most mortals' marriages can be settled within a year of dancing spoons, and it is normal for monks to be young and old.

"You even want to take care of your apprentice's marriage?" Master An Yang said, "If it weren't for An Le's failure, I wouldn't be your apprentice."

An Le immediately refused, with a serious face: "I don't want it!"

"It's better to have a clear mind in the way of swordsmanship. If you put your mind on other places too early, it will only interfere a lot and hinder your own practice." Shen Chun said.

Master An Yang wanted to say that it would not affect him, but he sat next to him with a living example. Could it be that he failed to become No. 1 of the righteous way because he was enlightened too early?

Swords and shadows intertwined on the martial arts arena. As the daughter of the suzerain, Zheng Xi had her own advantages, but although the swords and shadows were mixed and dazzled, they were blocked by Zhong Libai.

If that's the case, it's fine, as the silver-white sword shadow went, several pieces of pink clothes flew into the air one after another.

Zheng Xi's eyes widened, and the boy's sword was already on her neck.

The pieces of clothing fell to the ground, the winner or loser was decided, but the audience was completely quiet, the sound of breathing could be heard.

"You...you..." Zheng Xi clenched her lips.

"It's over." Zhou Xuan covered his face and said.

"He's really good at it." Zou Du hugged his sword.

When Gan Ning covered his ears, the girl on the stage burst into tears: "You actually ruined my dress, this is my favorite!"

Zhong Libai withdrew his kendo: "Then why do you wear it during the martial arts competition?"

Real An Yang laughed loudly: "Little Abai is so insane."

"That's very reasonable." Shen Chun smiled.

"It's reasonable. You are so beautifully dressed. Naturally, you want more people to appreciate it. If you continue to cultivate like this, little Abai will really live a lifetime of kendo like you." Master An Yang shook his head.

Zheng Xi paused, with a shy expression on her face, she turned around and said, "I remember you!"

Zhong Libai also turned to leave, and Gan Ning followed directly: "Senior brother, you are so powerful, you dare to offend Senior Sister Zheng Xi."

"Aren't you going back?" Zhong Libai looked back at him.

"I won't go back." Gan Ning followed suit, completely forgetting the Daoist Ganri who will be in charge in the future.

bastard.

Daoist Qian Ri cursed inwardly, with a smile on his face: "You're only twelve, it's time to be childish."

Gan Ning stepped into the sword field with him, his eyes were still on the sword field, until he saw the white-clothed real person who was sitting quietly, his eyes lit up, he stepped forward and saluted, "Hello, Mr. Jian Chen, greetings, senior."

He obviously didn't know real An Yang, so he could only call him that.

Zhong Libai looked back at his expression, and stood behind Shen Chun holding his sword.

Master An Yang was not angry, he just looked the round-faced boy up and down and asked, "Your name is Gan Ning?"

"Yes." Gan Ning cupped his hands.

"Did you call little brother Abai just now?" Real An Yang said with a smile, "Do you know that he is younger than you?"

Gan Ning froze for a moment, then looked at Zhongli Bai.

Zhong Libai pursed his lips slightly and said with a deep smile: "Your age doesn't matter, it depends on your cultivation."

His family's Abai is doing well as a senior brother.

"Yes, thank you for your enlightenment." Gan Ning rolled his eyes.

After this round, there are only three people left including Zhong Libai, and the top three have been decided.

"Zhou Xuan, the disciple of Daoist Liaojian, was the first in the competition last time. It was in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and now it has reached the Great Perfection. The sword intent is calm, so you need to be careful." Shen Chun said.

"Yes, Master." Zhongli Bai responded obediently.

"The other one is a disciple of Yunjian Peak, Zou Du. There is no distraction in the way of the sword. In the late stage of foundation establishment, if you distract yourself, you will lose." Shen Chun warned.

Zhong Libai supported his sword with a dignified expression: "Disciple, please remember."

"But don't be too taboo. The two of them came here with the heart of tempering. You might as well try to be so diligent and use it if you can." Shen Chun raised his hand and patted the young man's shoulder and smiled, "Who is the temper of who? The knife stone is still unknown."

Zhong Libai looked at him and nodded slightly: "Yes, Master."

Yu Ling drew lots, Zhong Libai faced Zou Du first, Zhou Xuan had a bye, if he lost, he would stop, if he won, he would still be able to compete.

With such an arrangement, all parties are satisfied.

On the martial arts arena, sword lights were everywhere, and sword shadows flew and collided to create ripples on the upper layer of the barrier, and the power of the battle was not inferior to that of the bigu period.

"My Tianhao Sword Sect is capable of producing a large number of people." The Tianhao Sect Master was very pleased to see this situation.

"Father!" Zheng Xi's eyes were still full of tears.

Sect Master Tianhao wiped her tears lovingly: "Okay, it's just a dress, dad will buy you more."

"How can it be compared?" Zheng Xi sniffed.

"If you are not convinced, father after the competition will take you to seek an explanation from Master Jian Chen?" Sect Leader Tian Hao said.

Zheng Xi looked at the sword field, hesitated for a moment and said: "It doesn't have to be like this."

For being disturbed by a dress, Senior Jian Chen will definitely think that she is stingy.

"Look, you can't say it yourself." Sect Master Tianxiao looked at the competition stage again and said.

The winners and losers on the martial arts arena had already been divided, and there were many parts of Zou Du's body that had been damaged by Jian Guang, and Zhong Libai was not as calm as before.

"Although I lost today, I will never lose again next time." Zou Du stood up while supporting his sword.

Zhong Libai withdrew his sword, took a deep breath and looked at Zhou Xuan who was waiting beside him.

"Junior Brother Zhongli can adjust his breath first, Zhou is not in a hurry." Zhou Xuan said.

He did not come here for fame this time, but only for the kendo taught by Master Jian Chen, if he were to fight at this time, the victory would be invincible.

Zhong Libai cupped his fists and said, "Thank you."

He took out the elixir from the storage ring and swallowed it. The high-grade elixir was irrigated with spiritual energy, and with the help of exercises, he completely recovered in a moment.

"It's so fast." Master Liao Jian said.

With such a skill, the aura is almost irrigated, so it's no wonder that it can compete with the later stage of foundation establishment.

"This son's heart is really good." An Yang real person sighed.

"En." Shen Chun replied.

It is indeed good to be able to share the friendship of the same school, not to stick to immediate success or failure, but to know where the sword is going.

His Abai has not only sharpened his swordsmanship through this small competition, but also met many outstanding people, no matter whether he wins the first place or not, he is worth it.

When Zhong Libai was wielding his sword, Zhou Xuanfei stepped onto the stage. This was the last battle, and it was also the strongest battle of the Tianzhu Sword Sect's foundation period. All the disciples present watched it.

After the two sides clasped their fists together to salute, the swords flickered, and the power of silver and flames almost covered the entire arena.

suppress!

If Zhong Libai and Zou Du were evenly matched in the fight, they would have been completely suppressed in the fight with Zhou Xuan.

The Foundation Establishment Great Consummation is only a hair away from the Bigu Stage, but the aura is thick and strong, but it has already surpassed the realm of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Even the sword light seemed to be faintly suppressed, the sword in Zhongli Bai's hand trembled faintly, and let out an overwhelmed roar.

He has exhausted himself to this point, and Zhou Xuan is not as calm as others think. He is still in the foundation building stage because he is suppressing his cultivation. When he is outside, even if he encounters the bigu stage, he will have the strength to fight. It is reasonable for the foundation building stage It is effortless, even if it is Jian Chen's disciple, it will not be too difficult to win.

But although he suppressed the opponent, it was very difficult for him to win.

That's why it was not in vain for him to come back specially!

The power of the flames wanted to win, almost engulfing the silver light, An Le and An Ning unconsciously moved forward a few steps.

Master An Yang took a deep breath, and his face was a little dignified: "Jian Chen."

"No hurry." Shen Chun looked at the stage and said.

When the sword light collided, the silver light became subtle, and there were even fine cracks on the silver sword.

"Junior Brother Zhongli, admit defeat?" Zhou Xuan looked at the young man opposite and asked, "You are almost at your limit."

"No." Zhong Libai clenched the hilt of his sword and closed his eyes.

When you are in a difficult situation, you need to embrace the essence and guard the unity. This kind of sword light is no match for the master.

The silver glow faltered, the silver sword broke, Zhou Xuan stared wide-eyed at the silver light that had broken through the power of the fire, and wanted to back up, but found that his body seemed to be much slower than it.

The embryonic form of sword intent!

"Oops!" When Daoist Liaojian swung his sword intent, a thin golden light blocked the embryonic form of the sword intent.

Zhou Xuanfei backed away, and when he landed on the edge of the competition stage, he knelt on the ground with one hand on his knees, panting heavily. At that moment, he was already hovering on the edge of life and death. A rudimentary form of sword intent.

When Zhong Libai fell straight back, he was supported by extremely steady strength. He barely opened his eyes, but only saw the corners of his lips opening and closing with a smile: "Ah Bai..."

"Master..." Zhongli Bai closed his eyes.

Shen Chun picked up the fainted boy, the corners of his clothes were torn, his whole body was in a mess, when he relaxed his body was soft like a cat with its belly turned upside down, and there was no gaping teeth and paws with a half-cold face before.

The prototype of the sword intent is really good.

"Thank you senior for saving your life." Zhou Xuan knelt on the ground and saluted.

"It's Ah Bai who has lost his sense of proportion." Shen Chun looked at the young man who was also in a mess and said.

Once the rudimentary form of the sword intent cannot be stopped, this equally talented young man will die.

People above Xiaobi can't hurt their lives, but there are times when they can't hold their own. Although the other party is magnanimous, they can't make enemies for the little guy, and there will be quarrels.

"Senior's words are serious." Zhou Xuan tried to get up, but still staggered and sat on the spot, with the spiritual energy faintly leaking from his body.

Daoist Liaojian stood on the stage to investigate the situation of his apprentices and said, "Thank you."

"Small things." When Shen Chun hugged the person and left.

The surrounding spiritual energy faintly gathered, Zhou Xuan sat on the stage, and the spiritual cloud had enveloped his head.

It was a breakthrough after enlightenment.

The Daoist Liaojian took out countless spirit stones and set up a spirit gathering array. Countless disciples watched from the sidelines, and no one was anxious about the upcoming bigu competition.

"How's it going?" Master An Yang softly asked Shen Chun who came back.

"I'm exhausted." Shen Chun hugged the person and probed towards his wrist. The spiritual energy in his body had been emptied, but the spiritual energy in his dantian was slowly recovering and refilling.

At this time, there is no need to take pills, but it is best to let the exercises work on their own.

"The rudimentary form of the sword intent, he is only in the early stage of foundation establishment, how did he practice it?" Master An Yang looked at the boy lying down obediently.

This time is really rare docile and well-behaved.

"Put it in the sword's intention every day, and you will always realize it." Shen Chun laughed.

Master An Yang twitched the corners of his mouth: "Surrounded by your sword intent?"

This place is just a sword field, if Jian Chen's sword intent enveloped him, even he would be unable to bear it.

"Of course not, I imitated many other sword intents." Shen Chun said, "My sword intent is too heavy for him to kill."

"What do you mean by imitation?" Daoist An Yang asked with a numb face.

"That's it." Shen Chun raised his hand, and his fingertips gently breathed out the azure sword intent, which was [-]% like An Yang's. "The spiritual energy can be achieved with the Yun Lingzhu that contains different spiritual energy."

Master An Yang asked unrelentingly: "How many can you imitate?"

"You can see it." Shen Chun replied to him.

Real An Yang: "Is it human?"

Shen Chun ignored him, but when the aura on the competition stage stabilized, he said: "The result here has been decided, do you want to announce the ranking?"

Nascent Soul Daoist sitting in the town said: "Yes."

There are breakthroughs, exhaustion, and those who need to go back and polish, and we cannot all wait here.

"The first place in the Zongmen Xiaobi, Jian Chenfeng Zhong Libai, bestowed treasures, one hundred top-grade spirit stones, ten thousand middle-grade spirit stones... The second place, Liaojianfeng Zhou Xuan, bestowed high-grade magic tools, top-grade spirit stones ..."

The rankings were announced one by one, and resounded throughout the sect. The resources were stored in the storage ring. When Shen Chun took it, he nodded and said goodbye, and left the valley with the person in his arms.

Reverend An Yang wanted to follow, but he saw the young boy who was left in place: "My child, do you want to go back to Qianri Peak or follow me to Jianchen Peak?"

Gan Ning's eyes lit up: "Can this junior go to Jianchen Peak?"

"An Yang!" The warning voice of real Gan Ri came over.

If it is said that the apprentice's worship of Jian Chen annoys the master, then the blatant act of abducting the apprentice by Master An Yang makes people want to fight.

"Want to go?" Real An Yang became more excited the more he was warned, and completely ignored the black face over there.

Jian Chen hits people a lot, but it's different when he hits others.

That's the best bro in the world.

"I think!" Gan Ning nodded without hesitation, and didn't take Master's black face seriously.

"Then let's go." Master An Yang took two of them and ran away.

There are countless tic-tac-toes hanging directly on the forehead of Daoist Qianri, but there are so many spectators present, he can't catch up impatiently, as if he is afraid that his apprentice will be snatched away.

The real people here either watch the excitement quietly, or watch their noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, and smiles hidden in their hearts.

"What are you laughing at? It seems like your apprentice doesn't want to go." Reverend Ganri looked at Reverend Yunjian who was holding back his laughter and his beard was shaking.

"Of course my apprentice doesn't want to go." Master Yunjian said.

"Master, I want to go." Zou Du hugged the sword, "Junior Brother Zhongli has already realized the rudimentary form of sword intent."

He is only eleven years old, and in the early stage of foundation establishment, he has already realized the prototype of the sword intent that Zhou Xuan's senior brother has not yet realized. The real Jian Chen is really powerful.

Master Yunjian: "..."

This time it was the turn of Qianri Daoist to laugh without hesitation: "Fifty steps laugh at a hundred steps, and you still laugh at me."

"At least he didn't go." Master Yunjian said, "Your apprentice doesn't know when he will come back."

Qianri Daoist: "..."

Shen Chun fell to the top of the peak, stepped into the palace, put the sleepy little apprentice on the couch, and set up the spirit gathering array at the same time.

When he was stepping out of the palace with his sword in hand, several figures fell down not far away.

"Brother An Yang, are you lost?" Shen Chun sat in the yard looking at the broken silver sword and said with a smile.

"I abducted the disciples from Ganri Peak." Master An Yang pushed Gan Ning with a smile and said.

"If Daoist Ganri finds fault with me, I'll say you did it." Shen Chun said leisurely.

Master An Yang clicked his tongue: "Your friend is careless, little Abai's sword is broken, can it be repaired?"

"I need to change another one for him." Shen Chun tapped the sword with his fingers, and another piece of it was broken, "This sword can hardly bear his sword light."

The spirit sword doesn't have to be too good before the foundation is established, otherwise it will be very easy to be uncontrollable. After the foundation is established, the prototype of the sword will has been formed, and this is the time to cultivate the natal spirit sword. It is not good to be too early or too late.

"Can you go to Di Cang Xianmen to ask for him?" An Yang asked, "Little Abai's reputation has been spread in this battle, and he is worthy of the name of Master Jian Chen's disciple."

"Fame..." Shen Chun smiled and said, "I'm going to the extremely cold place, help me take care of my apprentice."

"Me?!" Daoist An Yang was taken aback, "Your little apprentice doesn't listen to me."

"If what you say is reasonable, he will naturally listen." Shen Chun got up and said, "Please."

"Me!" Immortal An Yang stood up, but he could only see the tail of his sword shadow disappear. He could only sigh and look at the two teenagers who were loading wood opposite him, "Play by yourself, don't disturb the people resting inside. Little Abai, otherwise it would be terrible if Jian Chen gets angry."

An Le muttered, "I wouldn't do this myself."

"Is Master An Yang afraid?" Gan Ning asked with round eyes.

"Of course I'm not afraid." Master An Yang forced a smile.

"Aren't you afraid of Master?" Gan Ning asked.

"Of course." Master An Yang straightened his waist and said.

"That's good." Gan Ning said with a sigh of relief.

Immortal An Yang just had doubts, when he heard a voice roaring from outside the Sword Domain: "An Yang, hand over my apprentice!"

"I'm not going back, I want to wait for Senior Brother Zhongli to wake up and practice sword together!" Gan Ning said before Master An Yang asked.

Master An Yang raised his voice and said, "Your apprentice doesn't want to go back."

Unexpectedly, this sentence was like adding fuel to the fire, and the real person Qian Ri said: "Then you come out and fight to the death with me!"

"Come in if you have the ability!" The old god An Yang is here, and no one in the Tianzhu Sword Sect dares to move Jian Chen's peak.

An Le silently pulled Gan Ning away from her uncle, as she couldn't afford to lose him.

The golden sword shadow has submerged in the extremely cold place, where the wind and snow are everywhere, and the ice is everywhere, and the ice layer has been detected hundreds of meters below. It is a scenic spot, and it also contains the most important treasures that ice spirit root monks need.

For Binglingen's natal spirit sword, it is most suitable to use Wannian Ice Essence.

The exploration of spiritual consciousness is easily blocked by different auras. The sword intent splits the surrounding wind and snow, and the place where the steps are involved is quiet.

The aura changed slightly, Shen Chun held the sword in his hand, and when he turned to meet the huge minion who didn't know when to attack.

The flying ice beast was huge, and its body was white, without any hindrance in the wind and snow.

It can make him unaware, because of the environment and the reason of cultivation, which is equivalent to the ice beast in the late stage of transformation.

[Host, this may be the ice beast that the protagonist met later on to protect the ice marrow for thousands of years. 】521 reminded.

[What is the impact? 】Shen Chun asked.

[In the later stage, the protagonist will obtain the heart of a harem by obtaining the inner alchemy of the ice beast and the ice marrow of ten thousand years...] 521 is almost at the end of the story.

Generally speaking, bugs are easy to affect the world. Hosts generally avoid this kind of behavior because of malice. It is because the treasures of the secret realm that the protagonist is involved in are often just a chance in one world, and each has its own opportunity, but this world is allowed to enter for nothing, so the protagonist should stand aside.

[It's better to be more specific. 】The sword in Shen Chun's hand turned into Wan Dao Sword Intent, heading towards the ice beast that was moving freely in the wind and snow.

The roar resounded, the huge body turned into countless splashing ice slags, and an ice-blue inner alchemy fell from the sky and landed in Shen Chun's palm.

The surrounding ground slowly cracked, and in the collapsed ice layer, a white ray of light shot out silently from inside. Just as it was about to drive out of the ice and snow range, it was directly wrapped in several golden sword intents. Can't get out of the collision several times.

Weapons in the realm of comprehension are naturally divided into levels, mortal weapons, magical weapons, treasure weapons, spiritual weapons, and the highest level in ancient records is immortal weapons.

All weapons are divided into upper, middle and lower grades, and the sword is of course the same. Other weapons only change in material, until the spirit weapon, the reason why it is called spirit is because the sword contains the mind.

Shen Chun looked at Wannian Bingsui who was rushing around in the golden sword intent, and finally had to stop, and said: "Would you like to become a sword spirit?"

The ice marrow collided several times, almost turning into an afterimage, obviously unwilling.

Jian Chenjian also has a spirit, but it is not as clear as this spirit. It has been frozen for ten thousand years, and it is more than ten thousand years if it wants to be alive.

"If you don't want to, you can only obliterate your sanity." Shen Chun said leisurely.

Among them, the ice marrow was chased by the shattered sword intent, and fled in embarrassment, until it was cornered and there was no way to escape, then it huddled into a ball and settled down.

"It would have been better to do this earlier." Shen Chun put away the sword cage, turned and left.

……

"Master!" Zhong Libai sat up from the couch, but when he turned his head, he saw two teenagers lying by the window watching quietly.

Gan Ning saw him sitting up and said: "Brother, you are awake!"

"Senior Jian Chen went to an extremely cold place." An Le said.

"Extremely cold place?" Zhong Libai got down on the couch. He had naturally heard of the extremely cold place. It is a place that people below the Nascent Soul should not easily step into, otherwise even the soul will be frozen there. "Master, go What are you doing there?"

"It seems that your sword is broken." Gan Ning held his chin and said enviously, "Your master treats you very well."

"You have the ability to come out!"

"You have the ability to come in!"

Two voices came from outside, Zhong Libai probed and asked, "What happened?"

"My uncle and Daoist Ganri have nothing to do, so don't worry about it," An Le said.

"Anle..." An Yang's voice came from grinding his teeth.

"Sigh, Senior Jian Chen is still steady." An Le sighed.

"Master, did you say when you'll be back?" Zhong Libai really ignored the clamoring two seniors.

"I never said, I should be back in a few days, and my ears can be cleaned up." An Le said.

"An Le, come here!" An Yang's angry voice came again.

"Come out!" Daoist Gan Ri once again attracted the firepower.

"It won't be over in a while." An Le said confidently.

Zhong Libai nodded: "How long have I been in a coma?"

"Two days." Gan Ning said, "They have been fighting here for two days."

"It's better for Master to come back earlier." Zhong Libai straightened his clothes and said, "Do you want to practice sword?"

It's better for the master to be more calm and calm, and be able to handle those seniors.

"Okay." Gan Ning smiled and was about to climb up the window, "Actually, Senior Brother Zou Du also wants to come, and Senior Sister Zheng Xi..."

And the calm and calm real Jian Chen, who was known by everyone, was throwing the golden sword cage in his hand again and again, and the white balls in it were rolling inside, making small bird-like cries.

521 Family translation: 【You are invincible! 】

[If you are capable, let me out, we will fight alone! 】

[Wrong, never dare again! 】

[You despicable human being, don't want me to surrender, you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong! ! ! 】

【You might as well kill me if you torment me so much!sorry!Help……】

The cage kept rolling, and the sword intent was criss-crossing inside, and if one accidentally brushed the edge, it might kill the sanity inside.

521 felt that what Wannian Bingsui said was right, rather than being tossed about like this, it would be better to be slaughtered directly.

"It's so boring to kill you, it's interesting to watch you lose your freedom forever." Shen Chun laughed.

The ice ball in the sword cage even froze for a moment, and then it started chirping, and if it didn't have a long mouth, it could breathe out fragrance.

521: [Host, do you want to translate this? 】

【Need not. 】Shen Chun said.

Although he could kill it directly and make it regenerate, but the innate wisdom is much better than the later creatures. As for the repeated tossing, naturally he has his intentions.

On the fifth day when Master An Yang and Master Qian Ri shouted at each other, so much so that Zhong Libai wanted to drive them both away, a golden sword light pierced the sky above Tianzhu Sword Sect.

When Zhong Libai subconsciously stood up, the surrounding sword field opened, and the two voices shouting at each other suddenly stopped.

"Please, both." Shen Chun's figure stopped in mid-air and smiled.

The blocking sword field was gone, and the two who called each other were quite embarrassed for a while.

Real An Yang said with a sneer, "How can we fight in your territory? It's not that we don't give you face."

"It's okay, just let the younger generation see the sword intent of Master Huashen." When Shen Chun landed on the ground, the little apprentice had already run over.

"Master, you are back." Zhong Libai almost threw himself on him.

Even with the restraint of a young man, his eyes were full of unconcealable joy, Shen Chun touched his head, and threw the sword cage in his hand into his arms: "It's for you."

Zhong Libai took it subconsciously, and the meaning of ice has spread along the body, bringing with it an extremely pure ice aura, in which the round ice ball rolled up and down, left and right, he poked it with his hand and said: "Master, What is this?"

"Wannian Ice Essence." Shen Chun said, "Cultivate your relationship with it first, and then refine your soul sword."

How precious the ten-thousand-year ice essence is, Zhong Libai naturally knows that it is for him that Master went to the extremely cold place, and it is also for him that he took the ten-thousand-year ice essence: "Yes, thank you, master!"

What should he do to repay Master in case?

When the sword cage left Shen Chun's hand and fell into Zhong Libai's arms, the vertical and horizontal sword intent stopped, and the white ball twisted left and right, and rubbed the human with extremely pure ice roots affectionately.

Savior!

The corners of Shen Chun's lips hooked slightly, very satisfied with the current result.

Even the spiritual wisdom bred by heaven and earth is nothing more than that.

521 watched this situation silently and came to his senses. Even if Bing Sui knew the truth, he might not be able to resist such a conspiracy. He is really a despicable and intelligent human being.

It just thinks silently.

"Wannian Ice Essence!" Gan Ning leaned over to look at it, his eyes widened.

Daoist Qianri can't step down from the stage, so he can only target his disciples who are running around: "Gan Ning, come back with me as a teacher, Daoist Jianchen has to rest, it's too rude to stay on top of other people all the time."

Gan Ning let out an ah, and when he was about to leave, Shen Chun smiled and said, "It's okay, it's all children playing together, I don't mind."

Daoist Ganri: "...It's always noisy."

"Ah Bai doesn't mind either, right?" Shen Chun asked with a smile.

Zhong Libai hugged the sword cage and nodded: "Well, senior is worrying too much."

It wasn't Junior Brother Gan Ning who made the noise.

Gan Ri only felt that this pair of master and apprentice joined forces to rob his apprentice: "Gan Ning..."

"Senior Brother Zhou Xuan and Zou Du are also coming." Gan Ning raised his head and said.

"A child is like sand, the tighter you hold it, the faster you run." An Yang said leisurely.

Immortal Qian Ri suddenly looked at him and said, "Brother An Yang, do you want to learn a lesson or two?"

This guy is the culprit.

Immortal An Yang paused: "Here..."

"It doesn't matter." Shen Chun directly set up a sword field for the two of them, this time it was really impossible not to fight.

The battle between the two Spirit Transformation Masters was fought. At first, only Jian Chenfeng's people watched, but later more and more, until the entire sect knew about it.

Later, Immortal Ganri picked up his apprentice and turned around to leave. Immortal Anyang never appeared again, and Jian Chenfeng returned to his former innocence.

The young man sat under the tree, fingering the ten-thousand-year-old ice marrow that had almost turned into a puddle, and the dumpling rolled like glutinous rice balls. It was a leisurely time, but the dumpling that could almost flow down suddenly condensed There was a group, chirping and chirping.

Zhong Libai looked back and saw the master approaching, if only once, every time: "Master, do you know what it is talking about?"

"Maybe I'm very excited to see you as a teacher." Shen Chun sat on the other side, pointing his finger on the sword cage.

The Wannian Ice Marrow, which was jumping up and down, instantly stuck to the side away from him, and the sword intent was in a mess, and the Wannian Ice Marrow also jumped up and down, chirping together.

Zhong Libai looked at the scene in it, and looked at the Master with the corners of his lips slightly hooked. He always felt that this was not the case. He put his hand on the sword cage and said: "Don't disturb the Master."

As soon as his hand touched, the sword intent stopped, and the white ball rubbed against his palm across the sword cage.

"The demonic nature of this thing has been eliminated. You can refine it with blood essence and blood, and then feed it to the ice marrow. If it eats it, it will be regarded as the owner." Shen Chun handed over the ice blue inner alchemy passed by.

Zhong Libai took it with both hands, only aware of the extremely vast power in it, but without any aggressive spirit: "Thank you, Master."

"Ice marrow recognizes the master, and then it can be refined into a sword, placed in the dantian for cultivation, complementing each other, and endless life." Shen Chun put his hand on his head and said, "It is more suitable for you than any spiritual sword in the world. "

"Yes." Zhong Libai raised his hand to hold his wrist, rubbing his cheek against the warm palm and said, "Thank you, Master."

There is no better person in this world than Master treats him better.

"Good." Shen Chun touched his cheek and said.

Shen Chun pointed out that Zhong Libai had already got the trick, he had talked with his second and third friends, and immediately blocked him for retreat.

The inner alchemy is extremely mellow, and it is extremely difficult to refine it. Coupled with the ten thousand year ice essence, you must go all out.

Jian Chenfeng's sword domain sealed off the third floor, and a faint aura floated out of the palace. Shen Chun sat in the courtyard, looked at the ice marks slowly spreading from the house, and said, "Linqing, move to the bottom of the peak first." live."

Lin Qing looked at the spreading icy air and bowed his head, "Yes, real person."

"Jian Chenfeng's sword domain is puzzled for a day, so he refuses any outside visitors." Shen Chun instructed.

"Yes." Lin Qing bowed her head and hurried away.

Zhong Libai didn't pay attention to the outside world, he just forced out the essence and blood from the apex of his heart, the blood in his body surged, and the essence and blood sank into the round beads.

The icy breath rippled, and with just one breath, the peak shrouded in the sword field turned into a world of ice and snow, wrapping all the flowers and plants in it, and there was no smell of life.

Zhong Libai closed his eyes to refine, and his demonic nature has receded, so there is no resistance, all he consumes is his spiritual energy and time.

The spiritual energy rolled, but it didn't absorb like he used to, but rushed directly into the body, filling the meridians to the brim, and even felt swollen.

The young man frowned, and when the dantian could hardly be filled, the kung fu was running, and the meridians seemed to widen a bit.

When Shen Chun noticed that the breath in the hall was stable, her lightly tapping fingers stopped.

Ice and snow pile up, I don't know how time flies.

The ice-colored sword embryo was placed in the dantian, as if it had been integrated into one body. When the spiritual cloud above his head was shrouded, the round-faced boy standing on the mountain not far away said: "The bigu period spiritual cloud!"

The clouds lay out, the edges were intertwined with gold and purple, and there was a flash of thunder among them, and it was March again.

The turbid air was exhaled from the mouth, and when the young man on the couch slowly opened his eyes, the surrounding ice and snow disappeared in an instant, but when he left, the black hair slid down his shoulders, and the hairband fell off directly.

He froze for a moment, feeling the bound clothes on his body, and took out a suitable one from the storage ring.

What he needs to grow up, Master has already prepared for him.

Master.

The door of the palace was pushed open, and the courtyard was slightly damp, with water droplets dripping on the flowers and plants, like a spring rain, but it didn't stain the people sitting in the courtyard at all.

Dressed in white like snow, she only looked over when there was a sound here, with a deep smile in her eyes, as if she had been through the years.

Shen Chun wiped away the moisture from his fingertips, and looked at the young man who stepped forward. His figure had lost the fragility of his youth. The decent belt tightly clasped his flexible waist. His hair was like clouds, his whole body was like jade, and his lips There is no point but vermilion, the eyebrows are not dyed but thick, only the eyes are pure and the spring water that has just melted, contains a little natural coldness, but it is clear to see the bottom.

His Abai has grown up.

I haven't seen him for seven years, and he has been with him for another seven years.

"Master." Zhong Libai called out, and the voice he said was a bit strange even to himself, as if it wasn't close enough.

Seeing his hesitation, Shen Chun got up and walked over without moving his eyes. When he stepped on the steps, Zhong Libai met those smiling eyes with an inexplicable feeling of nervousness. Looking up, it is enough to see Master's expression clearly.

The road to comprehension is far away. Before reaching the age, the years will stay at the most perfect age.

The stature is, and so is the appearance.

Shen Chun stopped walking, raised his hand to touch the young man's cheek, and smiled when he noticed the fast beating heartbeat on the side of his neck: "Ah Bai, long time no see."

The subordinate's heartbeat was out of balance for a moment, Zhong Libai silently tightened his inexplicably hot palms and saluted: "Master, this disciple kept you waiting."

Shen Chun withdrew his hand, sized him up and said, "It's okay, you have accumulated something over the years, and you will live up to these seven years, the bigu period?"

"Yes." Zhong Libai finally found a familiar shadow, mobilized the natal spirit sword in his dantian and said, "The spirit sword has also become."

The sword was just a prototype, but it contained great power. When Shen Chun reached out to touch it, the spirit sword suddenly retreated, and hid behind Zhongli Bai as if afraid.

"This is Master." Zhong Libai held the sword embryo, which condensed into an ice-blue long sword, and held it in front of Shen Chun, "Master, please watch."

Shen Chun tapped on it lightly with his finger, feeling the soft sword sound and said with a smile: "Yes, you are Bigu now, but if you use the power of one hundred thousandth of this sword, when your cultivation level improves in the future, it will also Then unblock.