Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 111 The remaining soul of eternity guides you

Strangely enough, if this happens in a storybook, people in the book will often regard this encounter as their own illusion.

It's like my IQ was suddenly locked.

But Fang Shaohong won't.

As a Gold Core Late Stage sword cultivator, she trusts her intuition and her perception of Sword Intent. And how can a cultivator at this level have illusions for no reason?

There will only be three situations:

One, there is a demon in the heart. This is unlikely. She doesn't have any bitter past. She just practiced in the Heavenly Mirror Sect for many years and focused on honing her sword skills.

Both, others use tricks to make fun of them. The probability is also low, because the master uncle has not noticed it. If someone really intervenes, the other party must be above Empty Void. There is no need for monks at this level to be secretive.

And then...

"Oh~ It's an opportunity. It's a good sign. It seems that my nephew will be rewarded during this trip."

Ao Pingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Fang Shaohong.

Combining his understanding of his nephew's cultivation status and the Sword Sect's environment, he reasoned and ruled out other possibilities almost instantly.

"Then we have to hurry up, destined people."

he chuckled.

…

"Ao Fellow Daoist, I haven't seen you for many years, your practice has become more advanced!"

On a peak adjacent to the docking place of the fairy boat is the palace responsible for receiving visitors. The elder who receives visitors is an old man with a white beard.

After meeting Ao Pingfeng, they immediately greeted each other with smiles. The two of them saluted each other, like old friends after a long absence.

Ao Pingfeng's smiling face showed a little loneliness, and he shook his head and said: "Sigh... Elder Li has given you too much praise. Ao has only made little progress in his thousands of years of practice, and he really doesn't dare to accept this praise."

This is quite telling.

This guest elder named Li has white beard and hair. It seems that he is not talented enough to break through to the next level and can only gradually grow old. His words not only show weakness but also suit the other party's liking.

Rich people feel resentful when they see their fellow rich people. But those who are unsuccessful often feel comforted and happy when they see people who have gone through the same miserable experiences as themselves.

For this reason, Ao Pingfeng even took the time to fake the fluctuations in his cultivation level before coming, so that his breath could feel stagnant.

While saying this, Ao Pingfeng handed over a brilliant gift box with spiritual patterns engraved on it in a very natural and elegant manner.

"I am here to ask for an opportunity for my nephew to study and practice in your sect. I would like to offer you a small gift, which is not disrespectful."

Elder Li smiled even more when he heard this, and quickly reached out to take it, but then he put the gift box on the table behind him without opening it.

"Oh, Fellow Daoist Ao is also a familiar customer of the Sword Sect. You are so polite. Is this your nephew? Tsk tsk, he is so handsome and handsome. He is such a good young man who practices swordsmanship! He has no chance to recruit the Sword Sect. It is really a big loss... …”

The white-haired and long-bearded Elder Li took out a sword-shaped jade pendant while speaking and handed it to Fang Shaohong.

"A Grade A Sword Hunting Order is specially prepared for visiting seekers. With this item, you can visit and walk around the sect. The sect map is also included, just be careful not to step into the restricted area."

"Thank you, senior."

Fang Shaohong bowed his hands.

Then Ao Pingfeng chatted with Elder Li for a while, and then the two left the reception hall.

Ao Pingfeng also wanted to go find some friends from the Jianzong Sect to reminisce about the past, and not to interfere with Fang Shaohong's opportunity. After a few words of instruction, the two parted ways.

Watching Ao Pingfeng go away, Fang Shaohong turned around, took a few steps forward, and reached the edge of the cliff.

"Click——"

A few gravels fell, bounced twice on the steep cliff, and disappeared into the clouds. The grass and trees houses below had turned into a few small dots. Just one look will make you feel dizzy and your legs and feet will feel weak.

On the clouds, there are equally steep and dangerous peaks, like giant swords arrayed towards the sky.

"Where to start?"

She stretched out her hand, and the sword-seeking order she received from Elder Li appeared in her palm, and the general terrain and place names of Qingming Sword Sect poured into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Sword Pavilion, Sword Pond, Sword Cliff...

? ? ?

Three question marks popped up on her forehead, and she subconsciously took the sword-seeking order a little further away. Her expression was a little indescribable, and her heroic features were wrinkled together.

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"Is this the characteristic of Jianzong?"

It’s true that none of the guys in Jian Zong know how to name them. Fortunately, in order to facilitate visitors to quickly familiarize themselves, these locations are also accompanied by notes.

The Sword Pavilion is a place where swordsmanship and techniques are recorded, equivalent to the Sutra Pavilion. However, it is not easy to find classics such as techniques and formations here.

The sword pool is where all the spiritual swords collected since the establishment of the Qingming Sword Sect are nurtured. There are various grades. By communicating with the Sword Intent, you can get a spiritual sword that recognizes its owner.

Of course, if your Sword Intent is really short, weak, and weak, it can only last for three seconds...

Ahem, it is very possible that there is no spirit sword.

After all, Jian Zong will not put garbage in it.

From the lost divine weapons that have not yet been completely damaged in the ancient battlefield, to the outstanding low-level spiritual swords, only those with consistent strength or unique features will be put into the sword pool to be warmed and raised, waiting for its approval. people appear.

Hundreds of thousands of spiritual swords are put together, and their sharpness corresponds. This environment will not only make the spiritual swords stronger, but also give birth to some sword spirits.

It is said that the remaining ancient swords in the sword pool have already regained their former sharpness after thousands of years of cultivation.

Unfortunately, once the spiritual sword enters the sword pool, it cannot be forcibly selected and taken out, not even by Duan Wufeng, the leader of the Sword Sect who is the best swordsman in the world today.

Therefore, many people come every year, dreaming of making the ancient sword recognize its owner and soaring into the sky.

Fang Shaohong also wanted to go to Jianchi, very much.

She is not one of those mediocre people who are pretentious and firmly believe that they are the children of destiny. She just wants to find a sword that suits her, a sword with a sword spirit...

But it’s not possible, because there will be a fee and it will be very expensive. The price has even been raised to about ten times that of the spiritual sword outside the Sword Sect.

This is no longer the normal price, it is a rip off.

In this regard, the Jianzong people said:

joke! I, the Sword Sect, have gone to great lengths to collect the best fairy swords. Are you going to take them away when you come? Get the money first! What? You said you have no money and you still want to take it away...

Have you had dinner? If you don't want to eat, take my sword!

"..."

Fang Shaohong bit his fingertips, feeling a little confused.

"Why does this Sword Sect smell like copper..."

You can read the sword skills recorded in the Sword Pavilion, but you also have to pay, and the sword skills that can be seen by outsiders are quite confusing, and there are not many real things.

She murmured to herself: "Are we going to Jianya now?"

The ancient sword mark on the sword cliff was the real purpose of her trip, but it would be a bit disappointing if she only came here to do this one thing.

The wind on the top of the mountain gently blew Fang Shaohong's silk and clothes. She hummed in thought, her eyes lowered and her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Dots of light came from nowhere, and an illusory Spirit Body gradually took shape not far behind her.

Qiang——

The cold light stopped half an inch in front of the Spirit Body.

The look in Fang Shaohong's pale emerald eyes was cold, sharp and unrestrained, as sharp as the edge of a sword!

"what are you?"

(End of chapter)