The World’s Male Repairs Are All Furnace Tripods

Su Hanjin did not go out immediately.

They are discussing whether to close the Guardian Front.

The mountain protection formation has been on, keeping them isolated from the world. For more than a year, they don't know what happened outside. Did Xiaoyao Sect take any action against the Fairy Sword Gate? To participate in the sword tomb competition, this mountain guarding formation will always be closed. It is impossible for them not to go out all the time, but when it is closed, they still have to think about it.

At the beginning, Fengshan was afraid of Xiaoyao Sect’s discovery of Su Hanjin. Now she has reshaped her, and the threat has been eliminated. There is no need to continue sealing the mountain. If they want to ask for an explanation, they can kick the trouble to the fairy sword gate, Tianxuan. Jianmen is a great cultivator in the Canghai Realm anyway, and Xiaoyao Sect has no reason to force a shot regardless of the consequences.

After this was finalized, Su Hanjin went out of the forbidden area with the headmaster and master.

Penetrating the waterfall, the spring breeze and the warm sun rushed towards her face, and the breeze was gentle, like a naughty child, causing her green silk to be scattered.

Although Su Hanjin was neatly dressed in the forbidden area, she forgot to take care of her hair. The strands of light brushed across her white jade face and the corners of her bright red lips. The colorful light reflected when the water drops splashed made her charming. Like a dream.

The blue silk is like ink, the pink face is peach blossom, the sharp-eyed disciple saw that the sword in his hand froze in the air. It doesn't hurt.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing him, the disciple of the opponent was stunned for an instant after turning his head.

The man was like a dream bubble, too beautiful to be true, as if he was going to ride the wind in the next second.

He knows both the head and elder Xuan, but who is that woman? Isn't Master Xuan Jin who retreats in the forbidden area? Why is there such a female nun again? When he saw the flying sword in her hand, he suddenly said in shock: "Xuan. Uncle Xuan Jin..."

This exclamation made the disciples who were practicing the tricks to stop one after another, even the disciples who were in the process of comprehension also raised their heads, heads all over to the waterfall. Su Hanjin saw the heads of melon seeds turning around, and then his face was dull. After a while, someone regained his senses. He slapped his forehead and shouted, "Uncle Xuan Jin, is it really you?"

Su Hanjin nodded slightly, and then heard the person say again: "Uncle Master, you are not practicing in retreat? Is it the legendary method of cultivation, the beauty of beauty?"

This disciple's tone, put into modern society, should be questioning her plastic surgery, Su Hanjin twitched. He listened to him again: "Can you teach us the skills of Uncle Master?" He roared in this voice, attracting everyone's attention. He was embarrassed to be looked at, and muttered: "I just want to give it to my sweetheart, not myself. practice."

Cultivator. You may be shocked by the appearance, but most of them are not superficial enough to care about the skin. Therefore, after a moment of dumbfoundedness, everyone returned to normal, saluting them respectfully, and occasionally one or two cheeks were slightly red. But he just lowered his head and stood aside.

The head and Xuan Qing went to the Law Enforcement Hall to discuss with Elder Mo about closing the formation. Su Hanjin stayed at Duanqingya. Without the urging of those disciples, she began to dance the sword herself. Asking the Heart Sword in his hand, while the sword aura was swallowing, the light green light was shining, and there was a powerful force in every move, like a whirlwind blowing on the flat ground, rolling up thousands of flying flowers. Crushing the warm spring sun, the sword body trembles lightly, and a happy dragon chant, resounding through the sky above the Sky Profound Sword Gate, lasts for a long time.

Under this pure sword intent, all the disciples' meticulous insights gave a glimpse of the mysterious veil of the Sky Profound Sword Art.

The sound of the dragon chant has not disappeared, and there is another roar not far away. Su Hanjin looked up and saw a red light jumping from the side of Zixiao Island, but it was the Lingyun beast at the beginning. It has grown to now. The size of an adult lion, his fur was red, and his feet were snow-white. In the blink of an eye, he fell on the bluestone in front of her.

After it landed, it opened its mouth and roared, and Bai Sensen's fangs were exposed, gleaming with a faint cold light in the sun. Only after this roar, its copper bell-like eyes blinked, and then a confused expression appeared on its face. After the fangs were closed up and down several times, Yuanyuan's head shook, and the expression on his face appeared even more dull.

This made Su Hanjin confused, but Zi Lingyun jumped up to her a moment later, still holding a small white flower with yellow pistils in her hand. Although Su Hanjin had never been to Zixiao Island, she knew that this kind of flower was long. In the bamboo forest.

"Uncle Master, it's really you too! I'm out of the eighth floor..." Zi Lingyun was flying brightly, staring at her with piercing eyes for a long while, "If you feel the sword intent, you will know that you are out, let Hongyun give You send a bouquet of flowers to congratulate, who knows that this fool likes to roar, but he just kept the flower in his mouth and dropped it, but it doesn't know it."

After Zi Lingyun finished speaking, the little beast called Hongyun rolled on the spot, showing a silly smile, which made Su Hanjin smile.

Her smile made Zi Lingyun amazed, but she didn't say much, but patted her hands, her tone of voice was cheerful but with great momentum: "Uncle Master, please enlighten me!"

Before Su Hanjin could speak, Zi Lingyun stabbed the flute diagonally out of her hand. Su Hanjin's eyes narrowed slightly, and the body protection sword energy was no longer needed. Wenxinjian moved to stop the flute's sword force at will, just listening to the ding sound. Zi Lingyun suddenly retreated, then looked at the flute in her hand, her brows furrowed, and Feng's eyes were shocked.

At that moment, she did use all her strength, but she didn’t know that it was just a collision, which left her flute with a gap. Her flying sword was made by the master of Zhujian Island using a lot of precious materials. , She has always been very good at using it, but she didn't expect it to be split like this.

Zi Lingyun turned his attention to Su Hanjin's Heart-enquiring Sword, and after a long while, she said in surprise, "You, you, you..."

"The flying sword of you hasn't even been edged yet!" She jumped in front of Su Hanjin and touched it recklessly, "Could it be said that it is a fairy weapon, but it doesn't feel it." There are not many fairy weapons in the sea world, either. And each immortal artifact has its own majesty, extremely spiritual, shocking the soul, and can be distinguished at a glance.

At this time, she touched it a few times and didn't feel any abnormality. She said, "Although it is not an immortal tool, it is also very enviable. However, the gap in my flute today was caused by the uncle. After March, it will be the sword mound. Scramble, I don’t have a weapon at that time, how can this be good?"

After she finished speaking, a trace of pride flashed in her eyes, and she said proudly: "Uncle Shi, this flying sword is said to be made by yourself? When we **** the sword tomb and pick the right **** iron, you will do it for me. How about making a sword?" She is now at the ninth level of distraction, and the progress is so fast that she is naturally confident in the battle for the sword mound.

"Are you not going to pick the ready-made flying swords inside?" The sword tomb of the Canghai Realm is the tomb of the sword. There are more than tens of thousands of flying swords inside. Of course, the ranks are also uneven. They choose the sword, and the sword also chooses people. In this way, both sides are satisfied but not many.

Sometimes they can’t pick a suitable sword, and more sword repairmen will choose to find the best sword-making materials in the sword mound to cast their own swords. However, the strength of the sword-making monks in the sea world is limited, and the flying swords they cast are difficult to surpass. The simple flying swords buried in the sword mound, so Zi Lingyun would say so, surprised Su Hanjin a little.

Zi Lingyun rotated the flute in her hand a few times, "I like that flying sword can be turned into a flute, not without flying sword, let alone the flute." She smiled slightly, "Combining two into one is what I need. There can never be such a flying sword in Jianmound, right? You have to cast it yourself."

The conversation between the two of them, like no one else, attracted the surrounding disciples to agree, "Yes, this time we must beat the Immortal Sword Sect and the Hanhai Sword Sect, and we will all pick swords at that time!"

"Yes, one fairy sword per person."

Su Hanjin and Zi Lingyun looked at each other with a smile.

After another moment, I saw a ray of light suddenly appeared on Misty Wenjian Peak. The ray of light burst into the sky, and then it turned into seven paths and fell on the surrounding seven islands. Only after hearing a loud bang, it was like a spring thunder exploding and shaking. Su Hanjin's ears buzzed.

The enchantment of Ruoyouruowu on the top of the head slowly disappeared, and the mountain guard formation of the Profound Sky Sword Gate was closed. Those lost formations and numerous restrictions all disappeared. The mountain gate that the monks could not find, slowly stayed in place. Appears, the mountains are hidden, and the vast and majestic.

At the moment when the formation was closed, a white peacock spread its wings and flew towards the distance. Its eyes were almost transparent. Wherever it passed, all the scenery appeared in the pair of crystal clear eyes.

Several decent leaders in the Canghai Realm have a special method to contact. It is a crimson slate placed in the conference hall. It is called a sound stone. Every time it is opened, it costs a lot, so if it is not very important The important things that require the participation of these few big sects are generally no one will use.

The last time it was opened, the Demon Realm attacked Qingmang Mountain. However, at this moment, the sound stone of the soundstone lit up just as the guardian formation of the Sky Profound Sword Gate was opened.

Xuan Yuji stretched out his hand, and saw a person's face appeared on it. It was actually Dan Shengzi, the head of the Danding Sect. In less than a moment, the six masters of the Canghai Realm gathered together. Ling Yun, the head of the Immortal Sword Sect, had a very ugly face. He cursed, "Now that the magical way is rampant, I am killing my righteous monks everywhere, and all the factions are working together to fight those evil ways. Xiu, your Heavenly Profound Sword Gate is upside down, which tortoise shell did you hide in?"

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In the meeting hall over there, Xuan Yuji was being questioned, and the same was true for Su Hanjin here.

The medicinal soup she used to cultivate Tianxin Canjuan was so precious that it almost emptied the entire Pills Island. So when she learned that she had come out, the master of Pills Island Cheng Tong led a group of disciples and rushed over aggressively, carrying them in one hand. An abacus surrounded Su Hanjin in a big battle.

With a wave of his hand, Cheng stopped all the disciples from the pill island who shook the abacus. Then he gave Su Hanjin a cold stare and said, "Come with me."

Elder Cheng Tong had been kind to her in the past, so Su Hanjin naturally did not dare to refuse, and hurriedly followed. It was only when Pill Medicine Island followed him into the treasured medicine pavilion inside that Su Hanjin knew that the exercises she had practiced had been spent. How many herbs.

The contents of the Zhenyao Pavilion were basically emptied, and most of those pavilions were empty, which made people sigh.