Sword Master Ling Tian

"Hehe, it won't happen. Whoever wants to grab it depends on whether he has that life."

Ling Tian collected the Jinyan Chalcedony into the ring. He had never heard of Jin Yan in Qin Mingyue's refining process. However, this golden flame chalcedony is indeed a group of extremely precious sword forging materials, but it is extremely suitable for his hidden dragon sword soul today.

This golden flame chalcedony not only has the tyrant of fire, but also the nobleness and sacredness of gold, which complements the hidden dragon sword soul. There is indeed a high-grade spirit sword that can be forged with golden flames and chalcedony in the ancient book of forging soldiers. Although it is not bad, it does not have the sharpness and sturdiness of the Thunder Element.

After all, Ling Tian now majored in the Thunder Sword Scripture, without the bonus of the Thunder Spirit Sword, his sword power would be greatly reduced.

Therefore, this time he is still not going to forge a weapon that has been recorded in the military history, but to recast a unique thunder sword! An extremely rare in the legend-the natal spirit sword!

Qin Shaoyang didn't plan to continue to open the stones. With the experience of these two stones, he knew that out of the 50-odd stones, something would definitely come out. His heavenly brother is even more enchanting than God's Duanzi.

Putting away the original ore in a brainstorming manner, Qin Shaoyang took out the stardial and took a look, and said, "Sister, brother, time is almost up, you pack up and prepare to go down the mountain with me!"

"What time is it?" Qin Mingyue was discussing with Ling Tian about recasting the Purple Sword, and she was taken aback when she heard that, and asked.

"The war in Lingnan is over. Yunzhou sent someone over to host this meritorious service ceremony. Dad said that I will send someone over to pick you up today. I'll be one step ahead. This meeting should be coming soon."

"What, it's today?! Why didn't you say it earlier!" Qin Mingyue glared at Qin Ming Shaoyang, then hurried back to the bamboo building to pack his things.

"Shao Yang, what's the merit ceremony?" Ling Tian asked with curiosity.

Speaking of the merit ceremony, Qin Shaoyang's eyes lit up and said: "It is after a large-scale battle, the staff was sent down to collect merit values, and the merit list was drawn up. According to meritorious rewards or promotion, those who have outstanding meritorious achievements can go to Yunzhou City on horseback riding. , I can’t be handsome! Although I didn’t have enough combat exploits to become a general this time, Lieutenant Yun’s military position would not be able to escape.”

"Oh I got it!"

Ling Tian held his hand and nodded, looking in the direction of Lingnan City, the corner of his mouth slowly bends.

Meritorious Ceremony, Meritorious List.

It seems that this is another gathering of Lingnan Tianjiao.

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And how can I be absent!

If you want to go to Yunzhou, then just take a general position and parade across the horse.

Yunzhou, wait for me, I'm Ling Tian, ​​I'm coming soon!

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Lingnan Chengbei Daying.

This is the largest Wangting barracks in Lingnan. The camp covers an area of ​​tens of miles, just under the Poman Mountain in the north of Lingnan City.

At this time, hundreds of thousands of warriors lined up in the martial arts field of Chengbei Daying, and there were tens of thousands of warriors from aristocratic families lined up one by one according to their rank and status.

Sitting at the foot of Poman Mountain facing south, there is a Dianjiangtai.

At this moment, Yunzhou Zhuangwu Grand General Cheng Sanjin sat on the main seat of Dianjiangtai with his back on Poman Mountain.

There are ten large purple-gold pattern sandalwood backrest chairs on each side, and golden tiger skins are attached to them. Ten of them are either dressed in sect costumes or family costumes, or warriors in uniform sit on them. Some of them are closed. They were silent, some were dignified, some were gentle, but judging from the aura emanating from their bodies, they were all above the realm of the golden body!

Under the stage of the commander, the power of the king's court, the sect, and the aristocratic family is at the forefront, and they are all young people with strong vitality and extremely high cultivation base. Although he was young, the aura in everyone was exceptionally tyrannical, and they were among the top tens of thousands of people.

Especially standing in the most central royal court army, there are nearly five thousand blue armor soldiers. They are different from the black armor army in the city lord’s mansion, but their aura is stronger and horizontal. At this time, although their faces are flat, but between their eyebrows, they are It was inadvertently showing a little bit of arrogance, especially when looking at the soldiers of the Lingnan City Lord's Mansion on the left and right, there was a disdainful smile.

These five thousand soldiers are the famous Qingjia Army in Yunzhou, formed by the great general Cheng Sanjin. Among them, the one with the lowest cultivation level also has the realm of opening up the spring. These five thousand people are only half the strength of the Qingjia Army. It is also his elite.

Among the Blue Armored Army, standing at the forefront is a young warrior wearing a green armor. His face with Chinese characters, horizontal eyebrows and tiger eyes, is strong and strong, and he is very powerful, but he is only twenty years old. The vitality and coercion have reached the late stage of Ning Po! Extremely scary.

At this moment, he held a blue-black big stick that bloomed with gloomy light in his hand, raised his chin, and looked around in the camp of the sect family.

Especially in those slender young girls' younger brothers, staying in the bumps.

But when he found a tall and seductive figure in the group of female disciples of the Fallen Flower Sect, he was particularly lingering, and the color in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"Huh, Senior Sister! What the hell, Qing Jiajun Lieutenant Cheng Feiyu is staring at you, I really want to cut out his dog eyes!"

Among the disciples of Luohuazong, Ye Baoer pursed her small mouth and said viciously.

In his eyes, Cheng Feiyu was a full-fledged prodigal son, a big pervert, and a big villain. If it hadn't been defeated, she would have slapped him ugly.

"Don't worry about it, just a dude..."

Xi Ruoxue smiled slightly, blooming like a flower, but the extreme coldness in the depths of her eyes flashed away.

On the battlefield of Mang Mountain, she had used murderous intent to destroy Cheng Feiyu countless times, but helplessly, the son of the general was too tyrannical.

The seventh grade blue lion martial spirit is in the body, with excellent weapons and powerful martial skills. In this remote place of Lingnan, no one really can help him.

"Huh, Senior Sister, when I become stronger, I will definitely help you beat him! If I can't beat him, I'll find a mate and help me fight!" Ye Baoer snorted, holding a pair of small pink fists.

"Hehe, okay. Then let the young master of the city lord's family become stronger quickly. I think his cultivation level is very fast in the past few months, but he is still a lot worse than Cheng Feiyu." Xi Ruoxue Touched Ye Bao'er's head and said with a smile.

"He entered the martial arts later than Cheng Feiyu. Give him some time. He must be better than Cheng Feiyu!" Ye Baoer said with a nose.

"Oh, so, you've already identified this decent candidate?" Ruoxue Xi held her arms and pinched her chin thoughtfully.

"Oh, senior sister, you are doing things again, Bo'er ignores you!" Ye Bao'er also suddenly realized it, and several senior sisters behind him also pursed their lips and chuckled, making her embarrassed and her pretty face flushed, wishing to find someone. The seam in the ground got in.

"Om!"

At this moment, a dazzling white light burst out of the sky of morning light and faint light, like a meteor bursting into the sky, and then suddenly hovering over the big camp amidst everyone's exclamation.