Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 26: Ling Yunpo, you are in for a catastrophe!

Qingping Sword? Ling Yunpo frowned.

That's right. Qingpingjian said.

A Jing! Ling Yunpo ignored her and just asked Kunlun Jing, Is what she said true?

Otherwise there can be fakes? Qingpingjian said, Do you think so, Yaoyao?

What the hell is Yaoyao! Kunlun Mirror protested.

In the Palace of the Queen Mother of the West, Yaochi is on stage. What's wrong with calling you 'Yaoyao'? Qingping Jian said with a smile.

According to your way of addressing, I should call you 'Jian Jian'. Kunlun Mirror rarely complained.

Okay, although it doesn't sound as good as Qingping, it's okay. Qingpingjian said indifferently.

Seeing that Kunlun Mirror did not refute, Ling Yunpo asked again:

Qingping, what is your rank? What about your attributes? What kinds of Taoism do you have?

Rank? Qingpingjian asked in surprise, Isn't it a fairy sword?

Heavenly Stems Forging Swordsmanship only became popular eight thousand years ago. According to that calculation, you should be counted as the tenth rank now. Kunlun Mirror reminded.

Then I'm the tenth-level flying sword. Qingpingjian also adapted quickly, As for the attributes of the five elements, it's actually 'Tianhe water'.

Nayin and the five elements are not popular now. Kunlun Mirror said again, You just need to say that the five elements belong to water.

Oh, the tenth-level water-type flying sword. Qingpingjian followed suit, As for Taoism, we will keep it secret for the time being.

What is temporary secrecy? Ling Yunpo said dissatisfiedly, You are my flying sword, how can you keep it a secret from me?

This little brother. Qingpingjian reminded him, I'm not your flying sword, I'm just playing with you because I'm bored.

Ling Yunpo:?

He turned to Kunlun mirror and said:

Ah Jing, throw this lowly maid back into the sword pool now, and it should be too late to exchange for a decent flying sword?

Of course. Kunlun Jing said, And I strongly recommend you to do so, she is not something to be tamed.

That's good. Ling Yunpo went out by himself.

Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute! Qingpingjian wailed hastily, I was joking just now, and he promised himself with his body, how could he easily betray the sword master?

Give you another chance, whose flying sword are you? Ling Yunpo asked coldly.

It's yours, it's yours, okay? Qingpingjian said coquettishly, Together with Yaoyao, I belong to Lord Sword Master~

Don't drag me into it. Kunlun Mirror, who was watching the play, expressed dissatisfaction.

Continue to talk about the Fa. Ling Yunpo interrupted them.

In terms of Taoism, you won't be able to use most of them. Qingpingjian pretended to hmm for a while, How about you play with this?

This method is called 'Bright Mist and Cangluan'. It turns the water-type essence into a thick fog, which fills thousands of miles. The enemy is in it, the six senses are closed, the body is sluggish, and the power of all non-water spells is greatly reduced.

When activating it, you only need to recite the mantra 'Misty, Misty, Mirage', either aloud or silently.

Okay. Ling Yunpo nodded and said, I'll try it first. If it doesn't work, you can go back to Jianchi!

No! Qingping Jian began to hum, I don't want to leave Lord Sword Master, so can Lord Sword Master give me a little trust? As long as Lord Sword Master becomes stronger, I will provide more and more What a useful method!

Qingping. Ling Yunpo said ruthlessly, You have to remember, you didn't choose me, but I chose you.

It's not that the weak trust the strong and choose to follow him, but because the strong is superior to the weak, so the weak have to follow him.

Followers who are too weak will only be thrown to the far back where they cannot be followed by the strong. This is the same whether it is you or me.

Qingping Sword: ……………

If you don't want to be unable to keep up with my footsteps, then work hard to become stronger. Ling Yunpo finally said, and walked out.

Yaoyao, I'm starting to like him. Qingpingjian didn't answer, but just avoided Ling Yunpo's consciousness, and quietly said to Kunlun Jing, What should I do? This is the first time I've met such an interesting sword master.

Are you going to fall in love with him in human form? Kunlun Mirror asked.

No, no, it's boring to be a human being, it's more fun to be a sword. Qing Pingjian shook her head and said.

Ling Yunpo didn't care about their slander, but left the Taoist temple straight away, came to the open space outside, and raised his sword finger with one hand.

The spiritual consciousness and the sword spirit sympathized, and the Qingping sword was suspended in the air, trembling slightly.

It's misty, misty, misty. Ling Yun recited loudly.

In an instant, a boundless thick fog gushed out of thin air, covering the surrounding open space in an instant.

Ling Yunpo glanced around, and found that everything was white as far as he could see, like endless snowflakes on the old-fashioned TV screen that could not receive the signal.

You can't see anything with your hands, and you can't hear people's voices with your ears. This thick fog seems to absorb all colors and sounds, leaving only pure and quiet white in the world.

The body seemed to be getting heavy, Ling Yunpo looked down, only to find that the clothes on his body had been soaked through at some point.

Moisture dripped from the corner of his clothes, Ling Yunpo tried to mobilize his spiritual consciousness and circulate his sea of ​​energy, but found that his spiritual consciousness was blocked within half a meter from his body, and the movement of his true energy became stagnant.

He hooked the Qi machine to the Qingping sword again, the weight on his body was lightened suddenly, and his spiritual consciousness spread along the thick fog without hindrance.

In this dense fog, every tiny drop of water can become a part of the extension of his consciousness.

Ling Yunpo stopped the movement of his zhenqi, removed the dense fog around him, put away the Qingping sword, found a shade and sat down, and began to wait for Senior Sister An to return from outside.

At the same time, I was also thinking about how to build a flexible combat system with the help of this method of swordsmanship.

For example, when fighting swords with the same sect in Shushan, the thick fog rose to obscure the opponent's perception, and then used the Qingping sword to perform a fair and honest backstab.

Well, the thinking is still a little conservative.

Since the dense fog suppressed the opponent's consciousness, the opponent would definitely withdraw Feijian to his side and wait for it.

For example, I brought two swords and deliberately threw the flying sword at the opponent from the front, and at the same time manipulated the Qingping sword to stab at the back.

If the enemy reacts quickly enough to block the frontal sword throwing, he will definitely miss the backstab...

Just as he was thinking like this, Ling Yunpo suddenly raised his head, and saw a strange, short and fat young man pressing down his sword light, descending on Qingluo Peak.

Ling Yunpo, Junior Brother Ling? The other party looked over.

Exactly, I don't know who you are? Ling Yunpo cupped his hands and asked.

Lou Zhizheng. The short and fat boy turned his eyes and landed on the Qingping sword behind him.

Wow! This man's gaze is so disgusting! Qingpingjian yelled in his mind, Hide me quickly! I don't want him to see me!

Is Senior Sister An here? Lou Zhizheng asked for confirmation.

She's gone out. Ling Yunpo said calmly, Senior Brother, you can sit in the temple and wait for Senior Sister to return.

No need. Lou Zhizheng raised his chin, and said with a sneer in a somewhat rebellious and regretful tone:

Junior Brother Ling, do you know?

You are in disaster!