Xian Ao

Yu Zecheng immediately issued an order to connect and absorb. Suddenly, in his own Pangu world, flying cars flew out one after another, and were swallowed up by the light transformed by the golden lantern chariot. They merged bit by bit to form a strange light.

It turned into a ball of light, three feet in size, floating in the air, and then those speeding cars were constantly changing in it. This golden lamp chariot was absorbing their essence and refining its own chariot.

The fierce light changed, turning into a pair of extremely beautiful combat boots, flying to Yu Zecheng's feet, and the combat vehicle evolved itself.

No matter what, this golden lamp chariot is still somewhat different from the original heavenly monk chariot, and the spirit of this magic weapon is also the virtual spirit of the magic weapon of the Immortal Qin Battle Monk Puppet Qin Terracotta Golden Core Gloves, and its functions need to be slowly improved. Evolution, so it takes time to slowly adjust, so that you can complete the perfect evolution and generate the best tank.

Yu Zecheng sat on the chair and began to think about the events of the past few days, from the battle with the Immortal Thunder God, to sweeping the tombs in the cemetery, to finding the treasure in Shuiyun. He recalled the events of the past few days to see what he had done wrong. There are no places. This is to wake up three times a day and ask yourself about yourself.

Then Yu Zecheng began to practice. Only by continuous practice, continuous improvement of his cultivation, continuous sword refining, perseverance, perseverance, perseverance, and perseverance can he achieve his goals and complete his ideals.

The next day, Cheng Lan arrived, Feng Lian Lian, and Lei Bingyun arrived. Cheng Lan looked gloomy. It turned out that all his friends in the Beggar Clan many years ago had passed away, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Feng Lianlian and Lei Bingyun's expressions remained unchanged. Feng Lianlian was the sword of the sky, unmoved by emotion. Lei Bingyun was used to having a cold expression, but now that the golden elixir had been completed, the seven emotions and six desires that had been cut off began to recover. Yu Zecheng felt that this coldness was just a habit of hers.

Cheng Lan and Yu Zecheng were drinking together. They both thought the same thing. This place was no longer their home, and there was nothing left to miss.

Cheng Lan suddenly said:

"Senior brother, what happened last time was not my personality at all. I realized that the Lightning Thunder Sword was specially designed to break through the true energy and protect the body, but I lost it on that day."

Yu Zecheng said:

"Cheng Lan, have you realized the power of heaven?"

Cheng Lan nodded and said:

"I have realized the power of the electric sword, and now I am about to realize the power of wind, rain and thunder."

Yu Zecheng said:

"Listen, don't realize it. One kind of power of heaven is enough. You and I are both Jindan Zhenren. One kind of power of heaven is enough. If you realize two kinds, you will have no hope of transforming into a baby in this life. When transforming into a baby, you can only If you choose one kind of heavenly power, at the moment of becoming an infant, other heavenly powers will prevent him from transforming into an infant, and he will only reach the point of becoming a false infant. "

Cheng Lan was shocked when he heard this and said:

"No way, my master has realized the four powers of heaven?"

Yu Zecheng said:

"So Uncle Master has not become the True Lord of Nascent Soul now."

Cheng Lan suddenly understood, stood up, bowed to Yu Zecheng, and said:

"Thank you, senior brother, for your guidance."

Yu Zecheng said:

"You don't need to see anyone outside, my brother."

Cheng Lan sat down, suddenly startled, and said:

"Senior brother, you, you seem to have realized various powers of heaven?"

Yu Zecheng nodded and said:

"Success is Xiao He's, and failure is Xiao He's. I'm afraid I'll have no hope of Nascent Soul for the rest of my life."

Cheng Lan looked at Yu Zecheng and didn't know what to say. He was silent for a long time. Then he took out his Purple Star Lieyang Dragon Horse Qingyun Car and handed it to Yu Zecheng and said:

"Brother, I'll give this to you. I won't keep it anymore. When I see it, I think of the disaster of being lost. It's so terrible. I've always been extremely low-key. I didn't expect that I was so frivolous last time. I originally wanted to give it to you." It was destroyed, but I couldn’t bear to part with it, so I gave it to my senior brother.”

Yu Zecheng took it with a smile and said:

"It's disrespectful."

Cheng Lan thought for a while and then said:

"Senior brother, how did you know about my hidden illness?"

Yu Zecheng said:

"If you don't want others to know you, you have to do it yourself."

Cheng Lan suddenly sat on the chair, burst into tears and said:

"I don't want to either. I don't know why, but I can't control myself. I joined the Xuanyuan Sword Sect and never got sick until..."

Yu Zecheng said:

"Actually, there are good people among those wealthy brothers. As long as you don't harm those good people and deal with those who deserve to die, no matter what you do, I will turn a blind eye. If you cross the line, Cheng Lan, you Don’t blame my sword.”

The last sentence is extremely eerie.

Cheng Lan nodded and said:

"I understand, I understand."

Yu Zecheng stopped talking, put away the Purple Star Fierce Sun Dragon Horse Qingyun Chariot, and integrated him into the Golden Lantern Chariot. The evolution of this Golden Lantern Chariot will continue for a while.

On the third day, Gu Lun Qiwen arrived, Wang Shuyuan arrived, and many other monks arrived at the same time. Some of them said they were nice, but they just came to watch the fun.

Wang Shuyuan did not come alone, he brought four Jindan masters, all of whom he had made friends with, talented people from various sects. Wang Shuyuan was a bastard in the house and no one cared about him, but he was a rising star outside. Countless people are willing to make friends.

When Wang Shuyuan came here this time, when he saw Yu Zecheng and others, suddenly there were two more creatures on his shoulders. On each shoulder was a flying dragon. The dragon seemed to be made of gold. It crawled from time to time, coiled around or held the dragon. It was transformed into the ninth-level flying sword Tianlong Shengming Sword by the sword spirit. Patriarch Yinglong gave his ninth-level flying sword Tianlong Shengming Sword to Wang Shuyuan.

On the other side of Wang Shuyuan's shoulder is a three-legged firebird, like a crow. This is also a sword spirit. This is the ninth-level flying sword Taihao Golden Crow Sword.

This Taihao Golden Crow Sword was found by Wang Shuyuan while exploring the ruins of a sect. In front of Yu Zecheng and everyone, he couldn't help but show off his power. This is a completely instinctive reaction.

Wang Shuyuan manifested two sword spirits on his body. He came to Yu Zecheng specially to chat and show off from time to time. In fact, even he himself didn't know why he was like this. When he saw Yu Zecheng, he clearly felt that I no longer have the competitive mentality, but I can't control myself from showing off, just want to overwhelm Yu Zecheng.

The white gold sword of Tianlong Holy Underworld Sword looks unremarkable, but it is as heavy as a mountain, and the light of the sword seems restrained and deep. If you look closely, you will see that there are layers of purple light one after another. It is extremely sacred, but it also exudes a layer of green light. Due to the energy of the underworld, the sword body can be divided or combined, just like a holy dragon entrenched here.

Taihao Golden Crow Sword. The golden sword was suspended in the air, and an awe-inspiring sword intent filled all directions. When their eyes met, there was a feeling of black eyes, as if even the soul was being sucked out by that long sword. If you look closely at this sword, you will see that it is completely composed of flames, surrounded by golden fire and surging.

These two flying swords are only in their simplest form, but they are extremely popular.

Yu Zecheng looked at these two ninth-level flying swords with a smile, and said from time to time:

"Good sword, good sword."

The more Yu Zecheng acted like this, the angrier Wang Shuyuan became and the more rampant his words became. When Yu Zecheng didn't do anything, Cheng Lan, Lei Bingyun and other popular people became furious.

Chenglan started to gossip:

"It's good to have a good master here. I'll give you two ninth-level flying swords at once."

Gu Lun Qi Wen said:

"Oh, why don't we have a good master? But it seems that not everyone can control this ninth-level flying sword. Don't fall down suddenly, it will make people laugh."

Lei Bingyun was even more direct, saying:

"Go away, you are not welcome here."

Wang Shuyuan was immediately scolded into silence. Knowing that he had offended the public, he turned around and left.

After he left, everyone was silent for a long time, and Lei Bingyun suddenly said:

"I must get the ninth-level flying sword. The ninth-level flying sword is so beautiful. If I have it for a moment, I will have no regrets even if I die."

This sentence speaks to everyone's feelings.

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