I Can See the Hidden Chance

　　 "Senior don't believe it?" Yi Xiaofeng asked, pressing his anger.

　　 The other party snorted coldly: "I don't believe it!"

　　 Yi Xiaofeng got up directly, ready to turn the window and leave.

　　 "Wait!" The other party hurriedly stopped Yi Xiaofeng.

　　 Yi Xiaofeng stopped turning the window without looking back.

The other party gave a fake cough: "Why the little friend is impulsive, I am the deacon of the outer door of the Heavenly Sword Saint Sect. My name is Qiu Rangong, and Bai Hongxiao, as the Sword Saint, has always had a lofty status and prestige in the Heavenly Sword Saint Sect. This is the first time for me. I heard that he had a good personal relationship with a cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm, and it was inevitable to be abrupt."

　　Yi Xiaofeng turned his head, squatted down again, and hummed in a low voice: "That's because your talents are not good, my talents are outstanding, and the Sword Saint also teaches me gong for me. Are you angry?"

　　 Qiu Yan Gong: "..."

　　 barrage surges:

　　 "Smelly shameless!"

　　 "Juggernaut: When do I have a good personal relationship with you?"

　　 "Convinced, this is really shameless."

　　 "People still have to follow their heart, right, this old man."

　　 "Hahahaha, I laughed so hard, I thought this old man was so tough."

　　 "It seems that he has suffered a lot here."

　　……

Qiu Rangong sighed and said, "My little friend, you can't save me with your cultivation. This iron chain is made of thousands of years of fine iron, and you can't break it without a magic weapon. You should help me find the key. Shan Tiange."

　　 Yi Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows.

　　 Have to find the key?

　　 He suddenly wanted to give up.

　　 "So troublesome? Let's forget it, senior, you can bear it, maybe Zhuo Yebao will be gone in a few days." Yi Xiaofeng frowned.

　　 Qiu Yan Gong: "..."

　　 He held back his anger, and smiled kindly: "There are so many difficult things in the world. How can you be afraid of trouble, little friends who cultivate immortals? Go ahead, and I will not treat you badly after it's done."

　　 Yi Xiaofeng shook his head and said: "It's really troublesome. The Song of One Day is better than me, and there is protection. I don't want to die."

　　 "If you don't try, how do you know that you will die?"

　　 "Hehe, it's easy to say, it's not you who will kill you."

　　 "Well, if the sword sage is there, he will definitely go, no matter what the dragon pool and tiger lair is ahead, the sword sage is never afraid."

　　 "Then wait for the sword master to rescue you."

　　 Yi Xiaofeng said very firmly.

　　 Dog hair!

　　 Want to empty the glove white wolf?

　　 Understand or not?

　　 Do you have any social experience?

　　 Qiu Yangong gritted his teeth, opened his right hand, and a sword appeared in his hand.

　　 "This is the Scarlet Cloud Sword, but it is a real magic weapon. It can be used even if you reach the Golden Core Realm. It's sincere enough. I'll send it to you. Go and find the key." Qiu Ran said seriously.

　　 His heart is very painful.

　　 Yi Xiaofeng took the magic weapon and asked curiously: "Since it is a magic weapon, isn't it a magic weapon, why not just cut your chain?"

Duke Qiu Ran sighed and said, "My acupuncture points are sealed, and I cannot mobilize my spiritual power, otherwise I would have taken action long ago. As for you, your spiritual power is too weak, really weak, even if it is outside of my Heavenly Sword Saint Sect. There is no such weak disciple as you."

　　 "Go back, don't insult me!"

　　 "Ahem, I was wrong..."

　　 Yi Xiaofeng glared at Duke Qiu Ran, then looked at Chi Yun Sword.

　　 The Scarlet Cloud Sword was unsheathed. The sword was one meter long and had three fingers wide. It was neither long nor wide, but it burst out with a faint red light in the dim room.

　　 Yi Xiaofeng's eyes lit up.

　　 Dharma artifacts are Dharma artifacts, which are very extraordinary at first glance.

　　 Yi Xiaofeng asked, "Does the magical tool need to recognize the master before it can be used with spiritual power?"

　　 Duke Qiu Ran frowned, and said disgustedly: "Aren't you a novice in cultivation?"

　　 The audience laughed:

　　 "It was discovered!"

　　 "Yi Xiaofeng: Mom, I'm careless."

　　 "Looking for the area of ​​the psychological shadow of Qiu Rangong, I laughed to death."

　　 "Hahahaha, everyone put haha ​​on the screen!"

　　 "I feel he wants to regret it."

　　 "Laughing to death, can you be a peerless genius at your level, befriend the Juggernaut?"

　　……

　　 Yi Xiaofeng heard it and snorted coldly: "Naturally not, I'm afraid you haven't erased your master-recognition mark. My cultivation base is not as good as you. How can I let it recognize the master?"

　　 Somehow he learned the common sense of recognizing the Lord from Wei Qixin, so he could find some help temporarily.

　　 Qiu Yangong heard that, the worries in his heart suddenly disappeared a lot.

　　 should not be a liar.

　　 "Don't worry, I have erased my mark of acknowledgment." Qiu Ran said publicly.

　　 Yi Xiaofeng nodded, and immediately walked out the window.

　　 Qiu Yan was stunned.

　　 go so fast?

　　 is not really a liar, right?

　　……

After 　　 left, Yi Xiaofeng hurried to the outside of Shanfu.

　　 As for looking for the key, don’t worry for now!

　　I will strengthen my own strength first!

　　 With the spiritual power of the fifth layer of the Refining Qi Realm and the footwork of the match sword technique, Yi Xiaofeng easily left the single residence.

　　 He ran all the way for ten minutes before stopping and found a house to hide.

　　 The vast majority of the people have disappeared, and there are unoccupied houses everywhere.

　　 After Yi Xiaofeng made sure that there was no one in the house, he closed the door tightly, took out the Chiyun Sword, and began to drip blood to recognize the Lord.

　　 This process is very cumbersome, and it also requires spiritual power to attract the essence and blood. After success, it will be maintained for a period of time to allow the artifact to establish a close relationship with him.

　　 It took about three hours for Yi Xiaofeng to succeed.

　　 He poured spiritual power into the Chiyun Sword.

　　嚯嚯!

　　 Scarlet flames ignited on the blade of the Scarlet Cloud Sword, illuminating the dim room.

　　 Yi Xiaofeng's eyes lit up.

Wow!

　　 So cool!

　　 The audience was also amazed:

　　 "Is this the magic weapon in the legend?"

　　 "Niu Bian, once again opened up a huge gap with other players."

　　 "So handsome, I want it too! I will shop online tonight!"

　　 "Yi Xiaofeng has really become a cultivator, and other players are still new to the martial arts level."

　　 "When other players see it, they must think they are masters."

　　……

　　 Yi Xiaofeng cuts off his spiritual power~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although the Chiyun Sword is very cool after launching, it consumes a lot of spiritual power.

　　 Then, in order to adapt to the Chiyun Sword, Yi Xiaofeng began to practice the sword, using the matchstick sword technique.

　　 The sword blade made waves of breaking through the air, echoing in the room.

　　 Not long after practicing, Yi Xiaofeng stopped.

　　 I'm afraid that the noise will be too loud and will startle the enemy.

　　 He changed a place, then took out the remaining pure Yang Pill and started taking it.

　　 It was not until dawn, close to ten o'clock in the morning, that Yi Xiaofeng finished refining the Pure Yang Pill.

　　 His spiritual power was restored to fullness, even stronger.

　　 Full of energy, he opened the door and went out again.

　　 This is already the fourth day.

　　 There are still three days before the end of the script, so we must hurry up.

　　 Before the last day, Yi Xiaofeng will not enter the black hole, and before that, he can do a side mission as much as possible, or weaken the power of Zhuo Yebao.

　　 half an hour later.

　　 Boom!

　　 An explosion resounded throughout Zhuo Yebao, like a bolt from the blue sky.

　　 Yi Xiaofeng turned his head to look. There was no smoke under the cloudy sky, and he didn't know what happened.

　　 After hesitating for a moment, Yi Xiaofeng hurried away in search of a sound.

at the same time.

　　 A woman was surrounded by hundreds of patrol disciples on a street hundreds of meters away.

　　 This woman has a beautiful face and a cold expression. She holds a long sword that looks like ice crystals. She is wearing a blue dress, and the wind is blowing all over her body, and the fairy is out of dust.

　　 The streets nearby are full of scorched black potholes of various sizes, and there are still black smoke.

　　 Patrol leader Qiao Tiefian glared at the woman in the blue skirt, and said, "What do you mean by Suxin Palace? Could it be that our old castle master was killed by your Suxin Palace?"