Marquis of Grand Xia

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She wanted to know the facts, and she did feel something was wrong with the Holy Land.

If Ning Chen was a spy, that day, that sword should have killed her, instead of leaving an enemy to the so-called Eastern Territory Divine Land.

Moreover, the Hall of Eternal Life has always wanted to **** gold feathers, the purpose is really doubtful.

Others may not know the real power of gilt feathers, but she knows it very well.

The gilt feather feather is the world's first sharp soldier, extremely fierce, and can even break the boundaries of space in a very short moment.

She didn't know how the Eastern Territory Shenzhou could invade the four poles, could not break through the realm restrictions, and no one could travel between the two realms.

In comparison, the behavior of the King of Disaster is more doubtful. Once there is a gilt of gold feathers and the penetration of the space barrier between the two realms, it is no longer a delusion.

Who really wants to open the channel between the two realms, she is really a little confused now.

Before confirming the truth, gilt feathers can only be placed on her, and she can rest assured.

The four extremes are vast and vast, except for the Quartet Polar Region, where it is possible to hide people. Meng Xuanji searched for a few days, but did not even see Ningchen's shadow.

Meng Xuanji couldn't help but find that the people sent by the various factions in the world could not be found either. Since the hunt order was issued, Ning Chen seemed to be steamed from the world, and no one had ever seen him again.

On the contrary, some other two people in the portrait appeared in southern Xinjiang. The three disaster victims in the cyan costumes and the little girl carrying swords.

Half a day later, the six innate teams of the southern Xinjiang factions joined forces to siege the two together. However, the result was obvious, but the legendary sword of Daxia let everyone know what the bottom frog and the sky are.

After this war, Nanjiang murmured, and no one dared to block the footsteps of the two.

After hearing the news, Meng Xuanji also passed through southern Xinjiang, but was a step behind, and did not see the two people in the rumors.

What she did n’t know was that Ning Chen actually came, and a black folding fan swayed, the appearance did not change much, but it was also difficult to recognize from a portrait. After a simple modification, the show was reduced by a little, and Yingwu was a little more. .

The four poles of southern Xinjiang are open to people's customs. Ning Chen has fully seen it in recent days. In just a few days, Ning Chen has been accosted by many "good family women".

"My son, my young lady has invited you," a little girl dressed as a maid came and said crisply.

"Come back?" Ning Chen felt helpless. She knew how to stick a few scars and turned into an ugly monster, saving so much trouble.

"Girl, please tell your young lady, there is still something going on, and I will come to visit again later."

After talking, Ning Chen walked past the little maid and walked away.

In fact, he came to southern Xinjiang, on the one hand, to find the traces of his predecessors and Aman, and the other purpose was to go to the general's house in southern Xinjiang.

He now shows that the moves on the scroll of heaven and the scroll of earth each have a trick. If you use a sword, there is always a sense of disobedience.

This is what he felt when he was fighting with the innate strong man of Tianjiang Mansion.

There is an ancient family in southern Xinjiang, Tianchen will be the family. For generations, the sword is used, the knife is used, and the knife is good. It is just for him to verify whether he feels correct.

However, before that, he had to upgrade his cultivation base to Jiu Pin so that he could enter the family more easily.

In this world, whether power is the most respected or not, except for the congenital standing at the top, Jiu Pin's realm of heaven is already a rare strong.

If he wants to enter the home, he will be promoted to Jiupin and then go, which is the best choice.

Ning Chen also thought about swallowing two drops of Phoenix Blood and rushing directly into the Nine Pins realm, but this idea was quickly dispelled.

He can no longer rely on foreign objects to improve his cultivation, otherwise his foundation will be unstable and he will be too late to regret.

Before going to Jiang Family, he should stabilize his foundation as much as possible, and consolidate the repairs that have been ascending these days. As for when to enter Jiu Pin, let it be natural.

Tianchen City is located in the southeast of southern Xinjiang. According to rumors, some stars in the sky fell down and smashed into the ancient city. The former dynasty emperor took this as an auspicious sign, so the ancient city was renamed Tianchen and continued for thousands of years. After today.

The current Tianchen City belongs to the jurisdiction of the Hulei Dynasty, but it is located in the farthest frontier, and the imperial power does not really play a role.

Ning Chen didn't know that Meng Xuanji was in the city of Mingguang not far from him. The two were only one city apart. For the innate strong men, they were basically in front of them.

The area of ​​Tianchen City is very broad, facing a continuous mountain, farther away, that is, the polar region that the world dare not step on.

After a few days of understanding, Ning Chen ’s reputation in Tianchen City is not low. He even has to pass the Tianchen City Lord sent by the Thunder Dynasty. Reputation.

The master of this generation, the master of the family, was so stunning that he entered the innate realm at a young age, and he propped up the declining general with one hand. He was the most popular figure in the whole southern Xinjiang.

Jianghua, an ordinary and amazing name.

In the past few days when Ning Chen was in Tianchen City, he heard the most about the legend of Jianghua. He almost recite the words of praise.

Of course, in these praises, there are always regrets about the lack of beauty.

There is a young girl in Jianghua, who is already 16 years old this year, but she still can't step into the threshold of martial arts, which makes her family feel ashamed.

Women ca n’t practice martial arts, and it ’s nothing if they ’re in other places, but it ’s an absolutely unacceptable shame for the generals who are popular in martial arts.

After hearing this news, Ning Chen was very contemptuous, saying that there are many strange things of the famous clan, and it is not false, he can't learn martial arts as a fart, and this must be discriminated.

A shocking and brilliant brother, a little girl who is laughed at and has no martial talent, this combination does have enough topics to make people talk about it.

Ning Chen sought Prince Yan and Aman again for a few days, and after confirming that the two had left South Xinjiang, they stopped searching aimlessly, and found a place with few people, and began to practice with peace of mind.

In the vast mountains, beside a cliff, the waterfall fell from a very high level, hit the river below, and made a loud noise.

Not far from the waterfall, a plain figure stood still, and the whole body blended into the world, and the swordsmanship of the Taoist circle loomed.

In front of them, two swords were inserted on the ground, one dark gold and one blue ink, with a slight sense of sensation along with the circling sword intention, and trembling slightly.

In the heart, the golden blood of the phoenix spreads in traces, with the criss-crossing meridians flowing through the body, and the body of the former is tempered again and again.

Ning Chen also sensed the abnormality of this drop of phoenix blood. In addition to helping him stabilize his foundation faster, it had no other effect.

Those two phoenixes could understand what he said, but unfortunately, he couldn't understand what they said. He could only slowly explore the effect of this drop of golden phoenix blood.

On the west side of the cliff, a little girl who looks like sixteen or seven holds a long and delicate sword every day and practices under the mountain, over and over again, and it takes several hours to practice. Leaning on a bit of dry food.

Jiangxin, a persistent and strong little girl, although she has no martial talent, she still makes unremitting efforts every day.

Ning Chen had long known that there was such a little girl who practiced the knife not far away, and did not disturb him. It was said that he was the latter and took up the place of others.

He did not cultivate his mind, and did not know that it was not far from her. There was a congenital strong who had stayed here for nearly a month.

In his spare time, Ning Chen will sit next to the double swords and watch the former practice sword quietly. In fact, the identity of this little girl is not difficult to guess. The extreme people in the world are the least, such as geniuses, and this kind of martial arts talent. None of them.

In any case, the foundation of the little girl is still very solid. After ten years of practice, the knife is very precise and has no deviation.

After another half a month, Ning Chen felt that his self-cultivation had entered a bottleneck, and the foundation had not entered for a long time, so he stopped.

The process was much faster than he had imagined. Perhaps the role of Phoenix Blood saved him a lot of time.

The little girl is still practicing knife day after day, sweat wets the length of her forehead, sticking a trace on her face, tired and persistent.

Ning Chen waved his hand, the cloth on the ground was wrapped with two swords, and then, behind his back, he walked towards the little girl.

"Jian Xin?" Ning Chen stopped at the west of the cliff and before the dense forest, looked at the little girl in front of her and asked.

The little girl stepped back nervously and said, "Who are you, how do you know my name?"

"Under Ningfan, come and want to discuss with the girl" Ning Chen said.

He shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'm weak"

"Just once, please, girl," Ning Chen said very seriously.

Seeing the seriousness of the person in front of her, it was not to deliberately laugh at her, hesitating for a moment, but finally nodded gently.

"Girl, please," Ning Chen took out the blue ink sword and said with a straight face.

Return the heart to salute, the next moment, a touch of white sword light, dazzling.

"Keng"

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No sword intention, no cultivation, no pressure, only the sword and blade dispute, gradually, Ning Chen now, this little girl is not without advantages, at least, the talent for fighting is far Just as he expected.

From the jerking of actual combat, to the last fierce, the girl's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, like the stars, dazzling.

A good seedling, Ning Chen appreciates this feeling. He has only felt it in Fan Lingyue. The absolute fighting talent cannot be exchanged for any exercises or experience.

Daoguang crossed the sharp snow, a trace of black fell, Ning Chen stepped back, gripped the blade with both fingers, and took advantage of the situation. The green ink sword in the right hand knocked the girl's wrist lightly.

He numbed his hand and unconsciously let go.

"Just come here"

Ning Chen passed the knife over and said calmly.