Infinity Throne

The three of them devoured their breakfast in the snow.

Jian Nanchun didn't wipe his mouth and stared at Junior Brother Lin eagerly, hoping that he would show off his "Water Mirror Tracking Technique".

"Give me the mother-in-law."

Yi Lin reached out to Jian Nanchun and asked for wooden nails.

Don't think he didn't see it. Jian Nanchun secretly hid the split nails he threw on the snow.

Although Jian Nanchun was reluctant to part with him, he also understood at this moment that the cracked mother-in-law nails had no special purpose except to cherish his memory.

"Dip, beep, beep——"

Yi Lin rubbed her palms together, turned them into snow water, and then used the "Water Mirror Tracking Technique".

On the day they parted on the shore of the East China Sea, Yi Lin took advantage of Chao Rushuang's inattention and activated [Following Like a Shadow], leaving a mark on Chao Rushuang's clothes.

Because Yi Lin discovered something. Most of the clothes of high-level monks are magic weapons. In addition to preventing dust, fire, theft, and removal, they can also be used for defense. They have many functions. They can be called a portable magic weapon. Generally speaking, they will not Easy to replace.

Look at how long Jian Nanchun has been wearing this white suit.

Brother Chun never changes clothes. After taking a bath, he performs a "cleaning technique" on the baby's white clothes, and the clothes suddenly look as clean as new.

Unless Chao Rushuang's clothes were taken off, Yi Lin would be able to track Chao Rushuang's real-time location.

"Senior Sister Chao is about in this direction."

Yi Lin looked at the two blips on the radar, one red and one green, pointing to the northwest. He closed his eyes again, feeling the connection between the son and the mother nail, and then frowned: "The child nail is due north."

Jian Nanchun was stunned.

Yi Lin did not give in and concluded: "Sure enough, Chao Rushuang deliberately avoided us, fearing that we would track her whereabouts. After breaking the nail, she went to another place."

Xia Xiaoman looked at the light spots on the water mirror, holding his chin and thinking: "Senior sister, she did not go to Qingdu."

"Why?"

Jian Nanchun couldn't figure it out either.

Or maybe, I don’t dare to think about it.

Yi Lin silently put away the water mirror, and the smooth water mirror turned into snow water again and fell into the snow.

"Let's go, you won't know until you go."

Chao Rushuang takes the initiative to apply to go down the mountain every year. This move is not justified. Jian Nanchun understood Chao Rushuang's life experience, and he was also a miserable man. It is said that when Chao Rushuang was young, his family was robbed by robbers, who sought wealth and killed others. Perhaps it was because of this childhood experience that Chao Rushuang developed such a cold personality that refused to let others stand thousands of miles away.

Here comes the question:

She has no worries and no relatives in the secular world. Why does she go down the mountain every year regardless of rain or shine?

Are you really that active in working?

Jian Nanchun also said that Chao Rushuang was a ruthless person who was obsessed with cultivation. She could even stay in seclusion for a whole year at most, and did not take the initiative to leave seclusion until the twelfth lunar month.

This is inconsistent with her character.

Jian Nanchun was worried, fearing that something would happen to Chao Rushuang.

Yi Lin covered up the bonfire and watched as his junior sister was about to sit on the back of the skateboard and walk with him without his permission. Yi Lin frowned and said, "You'd better not come up. Don't you know how heavy you are?"

"ah???"

Xia Xiaoman was stunned.

Senior Brother Lin, are you talking in human language?

When Jian Nanchun saw that the two were quarreling again, he didn't want to waste time here and took the initiative to smooth things over: "Junior brother Lin suffered a catastrophe and was forced to rebuild his cultivation. Now his cultivation is still shallow. I'm afraid it will be difficult to bear the weight of my junior sister... ...Wait a minute, Junior Brother Lin, how come you can control... Banban again?"

Jian Nanchun wanted to say "sword" out of habit, but he looked down at the "little angel" shaped jet skateboard and swallowed the word "sword" back in his stomach.

"It's not important." Yi Lin dug around in the storage space for a long time, pushing through all kinds of food, props, and magic weapons. Finally, in a pile of handmade wooden flying swords, she found one that was deliberately hidden in the corner, shivering. "Frost Snow Sword".

Yo, you still dare to hide?

Yi Lin smiled and took out the Frost Snow Sword. A small snow-white sword as thick as a toothpick rushed left and right in Yi Lin's palm, as if she wanted to run away, but in the end she could not escape from the big devil's Wuzhi Mountain.

"It's better to ask for others than to ask for yourself, and it's better to ask for someone's sword than to ask for it yourself. Here, I picked it up by accident, here it is~"

The moment the Frost Snow Sword appeared, the temperature around the three of them dropped sharply, and a lot of ice scum suddenly appeared on the hair of Jian Nanchun and Xia Xiaoman.

While Jian Nanchun was running his true energy to resist the cold air, he stared straight at the flying sword in Yi Lin's palm: "What! It's actually a flying sword with spiritual charm inside it!"

Brother Chun is worthy of being the second oldest person in Discipline Mountain. He saw the clue at a glance: "Where did you pick it up?"

The implication seems to be, my good junior brother, please quickly tell me the location, and senior brother will go and pick up a few.

"On the side of the road," Yi Lin ignored Jian Nanchun, who was eager to get rich, and held the Frost Snow Sword towards Xia Xiaoman: "Try to see if you can tame this guy."

Xia Xiaoman was stunned.

Her attention was instantly attracted by the small sword in Yi Lin's palm.

Women all like beautiful and delicate things, and the shape of the Frost Snow Sword obviously suited the eldest princess’s aesthetics, and she fell in love with it at first sight.

She felt her mouth was dry: "Senior brother, this is... given to me? What about you?"

Xia Xiaoman knew that Senior Brother Lin did not have a flying sword, otherwise he would not be flying around on his handmade "jet skateboard".

"Me?" Yi Lin would not tell the two of them that there was a big sword floating in his core. He could only explain it this way: "I despise it."

As soon as Yi Lin finished speaking, the sword spirit in the Frost Snow Sword seemed to be even more angry. Waves of frost erupted in Yi Lin's palm, instantly freezing Yi Lin's palm into a purple color.

"Absolutely not," Jian Nanchun came back to his senses. Seeing that Xia Xiaoman was about to put his hand up, he quickly stopped him: "Junior sister Xia, according to common sense, only monks who are at least in the foundation-building stage have the chance to obtain the spiritual flying skills." The recognition of the sword, with Junior Sister Xia’s cultivation, I am afraid that the flying sword will bite the master.”

"No," Yi Lin confidently shook his head: "I told you, I have quite a lot of experience in taming Yiyi."

When Jian Nanchun heard this, he was angry and funny, and thought to himself, are you being tame? Do you feed me food like this for normal taming? Besides, Feijian is not a spiritual beast, can it eat?

Nonsense!

"It doesn't matter, Senior Brother Jian, I believe Senior Brother Lin will not harm me." Although he didn't know what Yi Lin was planning, Xia Xiaoman looked up at Yi Lin's confident smile that said "as if someone is going to be unlucky", and subconsciously Believed. So Xia Xiaoman ignored the obstruction, circulated the spiritual energy vortex in his dantian, and stretched out his catkins towards the furious Shuangxuejian.

"Back off!"

After sending the Frost Snow Sword away, Yi Lin reached out and blocked Jian Nanchun's face. Jian Nanchun understood, and the two quickly took ten steps back.

After the Frost Snow Sword escaped Yi Lin's control, the sword's blade suddenly grew to three feet long, and its blade was narrow and thin. Yi Lin looked like a "stabbing sword." The Frost Snow Sword, which had regained its true form at this moment, had just been held in Xia Xiaoman's hand, when a burst of freezing coldness suddenly erupted, and in an instant, Xia Xiaoman was frozen into an ice sculpture.

The two senior brothers also watched helplessly as their little junior sister was frozen into an ice sculpture.

"No! This flying sword cannot be tamed by my junior sister's weak cultivation! Let me do it!"

Jian Nanchun was ready to roll up his sleeves.

"Don't worry, don't you still have me here? Senior Chen Bei also taught me a secret technique called 'Prayer Technique', and asked me to pray for my junior sister and help her... It's painful!"

Yi Lin said "Pray for blessings", then locked the Frost Snow Sword firmly with her eyes and activated [Disaster Haunted].

The Frost Snow Sword, which had just frozen the weak child Xia Xiaoman into an ice sculpture, was proudly straightening its blade, but suddenly, the flying sword trembled, and the straight blade actually bent.

[Disaster-ridden] Who said it can only be released on creatures?

The attribute description clearly states: "Can cause a single target within sight to fall into a random negative state."

Is there a problem with treating flying swords as "skill targets"?

No problem at all!

Yi Lin had already figured out Xi Leyuan's word games.

However, seeing the flying sword straighten and then bend, Yi Lin could not assess what kind of negative state Xiao Jian'er had fallen into. After all, there were certain differences between people and swords.

"pain!"

Second shot.

Frost Snow Sword trembled.

"pain!"

The third shot.

The Frost Snow Sword shook even more violently, the sword body convulsed, and the tip of the sword sprayed out ice slag as hard as it could.

"pain!"

The fourth shot.

The ice slag sprayed out more and faster, almost forming a continuous icicle, as if someone peed in the ice and snow and the parabola was frozen.

Yi Lin's current spiritual energy value can fully withstand the wanton squandering. After ten shots in a row, a mere 1,200 spiritual energy points were consumed. And the Frost Snow Sword, which was still holding its tip proudly not long ago, took ten shots of [Disaster-ridden] in a row. Now it can only lie flat on the snow, motionless. From time to time, small ice shards squeeze out from the tip of the sword. , looks particularly miserable.

Jian Nanchun watched Yi Lin "praying" helplessly, but he always felt something was wrong. But the effect was still there. As Feijian was beaten severely, the frost on Xia Xiaoman's body melted quickly. Xia Xiaoman soon recovered, holding his arms and shivering.

Yi Lin stepped forward, squatted next to the Frost Snow Sword, and tapped the hilt twice: "I am still very generous as a person. I'll let you choose. Choose a master, me...or her?"

The tip of the sword was quickly pointed at Xia Xiaoman, who looked confused and didn't know what was going on, for fear that Yi Lin would misunderstand.

"Look, that's enough." Yi Lin clapped her hands calmly, stood up, and said to her junior sister, "Let's shed blood and recognize the master."

In this way, the junior sister, who has cultivated in the Qi training period, is pleased to receive a Lingyun Flying Sword, which is a joy to congratulate.