All Over the World To Save My Wife

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"Wanjiantai."

Jianling repeated it carelessly, unaware of the seriousness of the problem.

"You wait!"

"Tsk, woman."

Wanjiantai is a realm of experience for the Star Luomen physique, specially designed to temper the physique of cultivators.

Gu Zhong is not cultivating spiritual power, but only physique. Wanjiantai should be suitable for her.

However, the biggest problem is that this realm should only be open to Jindan cultivators, and it is only the qi training period.

Ling Yan cursed the sword spirit's incomprehension in her heart, and hurried on the road in a hurry, for fear that Gu Zhong would not be able to resist the might of Wanjiantai.

Looking at Ling Yan hurriedly coming from afar, the disciples guarding Wanjiantai hurriedly saluted respectfully.

Although indifferent but always polite and polite, Xing Xuanjun rushed into the secret realm without stopping for a moment, as if he had never seen them. What's going on inside.

Wanjiantai is also known as Wanjian Tomb. As the name suggests, it is the burial place of Wanjian.

Ling Yan never saw Gu Zhong at Jingkou, so she could only go deeper.

More than halfway through, there is still no figure of Gu Zhong, Ling Yan's heart is getting higher and higher.

She didn't know how Gu Zhong went deeper, so she had to make her step faster.

Gu Zhong stared at the dull thin sword in the center of the sword pool ten feet away.

Ignoring her already bruised body, she dragged her weary pace again, dodging the suddenly intensifying hurricane with difficulty and clumsiness, and charged towards the sword.

This time she got a little closer, so close that she could touch her target as long as she stretched out her hand, but was blown away again by a burst of invisible air blades and fell heavily into the distance. Added many more scars.

Jian Lingjun only asked her to take a sword from the sword pool and go back, but when Gu Zhong saw the sword, a sense of insistence suddenly appeared in her heart, she must be Take it away from here.

After bouncing off Gu Zhong again, the sword seemed to be a little angry, and there was a sharp sword energy that came along with the wind.

If she is hit, I am afraid that today she will never be able to get out of this sword grave.

—Is this the end?

A trace of grief rose in Gu Zhong's heart, and she was only just getting better, so she walked to Guang's side and saw hope.

Under her unwilling stare, the sword qi failed to fall on her after all, the familiar Xingli swept out and smashed the sword qi, and then she fell completely. In a soft and fragrant embrace.

When she saw the **** man in front of her, Ling Yan almost didn't recognize that it was Gu Zhong, followed by uncontrollable distress and anger.

"Why are you so brave?"

This is the first time she has asked Gu Zhong so sternly.

"Master..."

Gu Zhong looked up at her blankly, and pulled out a rather silly smile.

"You!"

Seeing her expression, she couldn't hide her tiredness, but she still forced herself to be calm and sober. Half-armed Gu Zhong, waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

"Sword!"

Seeing this, Gu Zhong quickly grabbed her sleeve and looked at the sword in the sword pool that she had worked so hard for for a long time.

Although I don't know why Gu Zhong is so persistent about it, since it is what she wants, Ling Yan is naturally willing to go through fire and water.

With Gu Zhong in her arms, she flew straight to the center of the sword pool, not afraid of the harassment of the surrounding sword qi, Ling Yan stretched out her hand and pressed it on the hilt of the thin sword.

"Master Xiao..."

Gu Zhong originally wanted to remind that this sword seems to have wisdom and does not want others to take it.

Unexpectedly, the air blade that bounced her off countless times never reappeared.

At the moment Ling Yan touched the hilt of the sword, a familiar and unfamiliar feeling swept over her, making her unable to hold back her hand.

She turned her head and met Gu Zhong's doubtful eyes, so she had to put aside the doubts in her heart for the time being.

He touched the hilt of the sword again, pulled the sword out of the sword pool effortlessly, and handed it to Gu Zhong without any twists and turns.

This is indeed a good sword, with a very thin blade and a very light blade.

Even if it has been hidden here for a long time and is covered with dust and rust, it cannot hide the sharpness and coldness that it reveals, and I don’t know how its previous owner could bear to let it be covered in dust here.

"This is cheating..."

Getting the sword, Gu Zhong slammed the body of the sword, as if childishly avenging the training that hurt her just now. The mood of the person who was supposed to be happy suddenly fell down again.

"Sword Spirit asked you to come here to get the sword?"

With a jump on her forehead, Ling Yan thought of Sword Spirit's favorite trick. But there were very few people who came to the sword pool near the center of the sword mound to get the sword.

Gu Zhong muttered, and fell into an annoyed mood for no reason.

Seems to be blaming herself for failing to complete the test of Sword Spirit Lord.

"You have already surpassed many Jindan cultivators when you come here."

Seeing that Gu Zhong was not in a high mood, Ling Yan said in relief.

She knows how much Gu Zhong attaches importance to cultivation now, and his almost self-abuse requirements, he is tense every moment, he does not dare to relax, and he does not allow any mistakes or omissions .

"Isn't Master really comforting me?"

After listening to Ling Yan's words, Gu Zhongpu's bright black eyes flashed and hesitantly confirmed.

"Not really. You've done enough."

Gu Zhong, who was affirmed, seemed to have unloaded some heavy burden in an instant, closed his eyes quietly in Ling Yan's arms, and fell asleep. It's just that the sword is still tightly grasped in his hand, it is very precious.

Bring Gu Zhong from Wanjian Taichung back to the cave and set it up, Ling Yan picked up the astrolabe and prepared to go to the sword spirit to calculate the unfinished account.

An unexpected person came uninvited.