Spiritual Energy: I Just Want To Farm Peacefully

What was recorded on the scroll was the technique of manipulating flying swords, but Lin Yi threw it aside after just one glance.

The most basic things, still tattered like this, are useless at all.

Then he picked up the flying sword and looked at it carefully.

Twenty centimeters in length and five centimeters in width, the whole body is dark yellow, the body of the sword is cold, and the tip of the sword reflects cold light.

The World of Immortal Cultivation divides the level of weapons into several realms, such as magic weapons, spiritual tools, magic weapons, and spiritual treasures. Magic tools are the lowest level, but this does not mean garbage.

On the contrary, all weapons with grades are very precious, even if they are only the lowest-level instruments.

Even the cultivators in the qi training period of the sect couldn't have a magic weapon in their hands, let alone a loose cultivator. This flying sword was really a surprise to Lin Yi.

He inspected the flying sword inside and out, and found no abnormality, nor did he find the imprint of consciousness, as if the flying sword had not been refined once.

But wasn't his previous owner just killed by himself?

Lin Yi was puzzled, even if the previous owner died, the imprint of divine consciousness on the weapon would not disappear immediately, but would remain for a period of time.

Feijian looks like this now, it's more like it hasn't been refined.

Lin Yi recalled the way Long Jianan had manipulated the flying sword before, with a strange expression.

Although it was regarded as the flying sword moving, it didn't seem to feel like an arm and a finger. Instead, it was similar to the way he used the object control technique to control the steel needle.

This. Lin Yi looked at the tattered scroll he threw aside, and somewhat understood.

It seems that Long Jian'an doesn't even know this basic swordsmanship, so it's fantastic to be able to kill the Quartet.

Lin Yi shook his head, grabbed the flying sword, and started refining.

A flying sword with a master needs to expend effort to erase the original imprint, but a flying sword without a master does not need it. Lin Yi refined this flying sword very easily.

Motivated by spiritual power, the dark-yellow flying sword rang out, as if he was happy that he had finally met the bright master.

Lin Yi's heart moved, Feijian's body suddenly became bigger, becoming the size of a door panel, Lin Yi lightly jumped, and landed on Feijian.

The cold wind from the high place was blocked by the light shield emerging from the flying sword, standing on it, as if standing on the ground.

"Is this flying?"

Lin Yi stepped on the flying sword and flew slowly over the small courtyard. The fog in the mountains provided him with good shelter.

Yu Jian took off, looking at the endless hills in the distance, Lin Yi's heart was full of joy.

After playing for a while, Lin Yi fell to the ground, and the flying sword the size of the door turned into a small streamer and hid in his hair.

I felt the spiritual power in my body, flying for so long, it took less than one-fifth of the total spiritual power, that is to say, if Lin Yi wanted to, he could stay in the air for a long time.

Even if a normal fourth-level cultivator in the Qi training period can control the sword, it will not last long, but Lin Yi is different. After all, he is cultivating the core exercise "Aoki Sutra", which is the core practice of the great monks in the spiritual transformation period. The spiritual power is also very large.

From the very beginning, Lin Yi was ahead of everyone.

Putting Long Jian'an's body aside, Lin Yi looked at Xia Yining. There were several wounds on the woman's face, but she couldn't hide her beautiful face.

Coupled with a few ropes tied around the body, the woman's sense of weakness is vividly reflected.

Lin Yi looked at it lightly, with thought in his eyes.

She was seriously injured, and even if Lin Yi gave her treatment, it would take a while to heal.

The disposal of this woman is a problem.

At that time, when Long Jianan entered Qifeng Mountain, she should have been sober.

In other words, she also knew the magic of Qifeng Mountain.

But if she killed it, if her grandfather really had the ability to trace it back, it would also be troublesome.

Lin Yi was not afraid of a pheasant organization like Heavenly Court, and still maintained a certain reverence for the official organization. With such a large territory, it was difficult to say whether there would be any means that he did not know.

Xia Yining slowly opened her eyes. This peaceful sleep gave her the illusion of sleeping in the bedroom at home.

But the unfamiliar environment she saw when she opened her eyes made her understand that she was still in the outside world.

She moved tentatively, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the rope that had been tied to her body had been untied at some point.

"Are you awake?" A strange male voice came from the other side.

"Who?" Xia Yining jumped up from the ground and shouted sharply.

While speaking, she suddenly realized that her injuries were completely healed. After dozens of days, she felt comfortable again.

Xia Yining looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a handsome young man sitting on a stool, drinking tea and looking at her lightly.

"Don't panic, Long Jian'an is already dead." Lin Yi said flatly: "The body is not far behind you, you can see for yourself."

Xia Yining turned her head to look, and sure enough, she saw Long Jian'an who had held her hostage for many days, but Long Jian'an, who used to be arrogant in the past, has now turned into a cold corpse.

"You saved me?" Xia Yining asked softly, thinking of the huge plants in the killing formation and the warm feeling.

"It was a coincidence." Lin Yi was noncommittal.

"No matter what the reason is, it's the benefactor who saved me." Xia Yining naturally understood what the coincidence was talking about. If it wasn't for Long Jianan's death, she would not have survived. She bowed respectfully and said, "The grace of saving life is worthless. Unforgettable, if the benefactor comes to my place in the future, you don’t need to be polite.”

"Well." Lin Yi nodded: "Speaking of which, I do have one thing to trouble you."

"But it doesn't matter." Xia Yining was a little puzzled.

"This is my place of purification. I don't want to be disturbed by too many people. I hope you can keep it a secret for me."

Xia Yining's eyes flashed with anger: "Benefactor, I must be tight-lipped and will never say it out."

"You may have misunderstood what I meant." Lin Yi said with a smile: "I want you to swear with your Dao heart and promise not to leak anything about me and this mountain."

"Dao Xin swears?" A question mark appeared on Xia Yining's head: "What is that, an oath? Well, as long as the benefactor is at ease, don't say an oath, you can let me make a few more kinds."

Lin Yi was speechless, this guy doesn't seem to even know the oath of Dao Xin.

"Okay, I'll write it down, and you can read it." Lin Yi waved his hand and interrupted.

"Oh."

Lin Yi took out a pen and paper, wrote down the oath, and handed it to Xia Yining.

Xia Yining looked at the paper, and said word by word, "I swear by the heart of Dao, I will keep it if it goes against the grain, then I won't be able to advance my cultivation."

After reciting the oath, Xia Yining felt a mysterious and mysterious feeling in the depths of her heart, as if violating this oath, her own cultivation was really unable to advance.