Zhao Yisu: "Do you really want to give it to me?" She held the scimitar in her arms uncertainly, wondering if this guy wanted to exchange his boots with hers, right?
Jiang Yunchen dismissed it: "I don't like this kind of magical weapon. Besides, your scimitar belongs to its owner."
Zhao Yisu: "What do you mean? Tell me more."
"Someone has refined this scimitar and used it as his own magical weapon. This person has not yet died, so his spiritual consciousness is still on the scimitar, or perhaps this person has died, but his spiritual consciousness is strong enough, so after death Finally, the sword is connected to the master's spiritual consciousness. In short, if you want to refine the Full Moon Sword into your own magical weapon, you need to let the weapon spirit understand that you are more powerful than its previous owner."
Zhao Yisu: "According to what you said, there is indeed a weapon spirit in this sword? That means it must be a divine magic weapon!"
Jiang Yunchen: "...You are really good at finding the key points."
Zhao Yisu touched the scimitar with a curious expression and put it in his pocket. Fearing that Jiang Yunchen would regret it, he quickly put on his boots. The purple boots shimmered slightly on the feet and quickly disappeared under the feet, leaving no trace of their existence.
She felt the light inspiration under her feet: "Since you gave me both magic weapons, why did you pretend to want to grab them just now..." The fight was in vain.
Jiang Yunchen: "Is this thing worthy of being robbed by me? You obviously have this in mind, but when you saw me coming forward, you thought it was a robbery. The situation is too small."
Zhao Yisu: "..." For the first time, I thought it would be quite nice to hang out behind a ninth-grade boss and pick up some trash.
The magical artifacts on the 100th floor have been cleared, and it's time for them to leave.
When the two turned around, the illusion around them fluctuated for a moment. Zhao Yisu felt slightly dizzy and immediately looked at Chunxia and Wang Polu worriedly.
Jiang Yunchen: "This illusion is about to collapse."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chun Xia, who had a weird smile on his face, suddenly opened his eyes and looked around blankly, but before he could understand the situation, he immediately disappeared on the spot.
Zhao Yisu wanted to catch him, but failed: "What's going on?"
Jiang Yunchen: "I said before that they entered from another floor. Chunxia should have been teleported back after waking up."
Zhao Yisu muttered: "Fortunately, I woke up after I took the magic weapon..."
"What, you still want to give the magic weapon to her?"
"impossible."
Suddenly there was a bell ringing outside.
"It's Chunxia who came out of the tower." Zhao Yisu quickly turned back to look at Wang Polu: "What should I do with this stupid guy?"
"You will wake up by yourself, hurry up and go." Jiang Yunchen urged her, stepped out of the illusion first, and rang the bell.
"Ding Dong——"
…
The disciple guarding the tower suddenly stood up from boredom: "Someone is coming out of the tower!"
The two people hurriedly stepped forward to greet them. No matter who came out of the tower, they were all geniuses above the 90th floor. They were people who would be engraved in the history of the Tibetan Treasure Tower!
The barrier of the Tibetan Treasure Tower opened and closed. As soon as Chunxia showed up, he fell to the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood.
Qu Hongguang, who had been guarding the door, immediately stepped forward: "Chun Xia!"
Chun Xia wanted to say something, but she was completely exhausted and passed out.
Qu Hongguang took out the magic weapon and quickly took Chunxia back to Fenhui Pavilion to look for rescue...
So when Zhao Yisu and Jiang Yunchen came out, they only saw Chun Xia's far away back.
Compared with the tragic appearance of spring and summer, Jiang Yunchen has a different style of painting. He was full of immortal energy, without any scars, and looked as energetic as if he had gone through a catastrophe, more like he had returned from vacation.
Zhao Yisu followed him. His clothes had some burn marks and his hair was messy. Other than that, he was not too embarrassed.
Just as the melon-eaters guarding the tower were about to swarm up, they saw a golden light in the sky and Chengde Zhenren appeared in front of the tower.
——"Meet the leader."
Master Chengde walked up to the two of them while everyone was saluting: "You two, follow me to Wenxin Pavilion."
Zhao Yisu and Jiang Yunchen followed silently, and the three of them disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving a group of curious melon eaters waiting eagerly.
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Ask the Heart Pavilion.
There were no outsiders in the hall, and it was silent.
Master Chengde stood in front and scanned with his spiritual consciousness. He was secretly shocked when he saw that Jiang Yunchen had already reached the late stage of the third level.
It takes two years to reach the third-level late stage!
Even I back then didn't dare to claim to have such a cultivation speed.
Is this how terrifying it is to be born with a spiritual body?
He was solely focused on Jiang Yunchen and didn't pay any attention to Zhao Yisu's cultivation.
Master Chengde: "Jiang Yunchen, have you climbed to the ninety-ninth floor?"
Zhao Yisu quickly answered: "Back to the head, Senior Brother Jiang has climbed to the 100th floor."
Master Chengde has already reached the eighth level of cultivation. He doesn't reveal his thoughts to others easily, but he still couldn't help but whisper: "One hundred levels?"
Jiang Yunchen glanced at Zhao Yisu and then said eloquently: "On the ninety-eighth floor, Master Fuxishan's spiritual consciousness guided the way. He said that there are one hundred floors hidden in this tower. My disciple spent a little more time in it..."
Chengde Master heard the words and nodded, secretly digesting the surprising news.
"Zhao Yisu, what about you?"
Zhao Yisu said shamelessly, "This disciple has only set foot on the ninety-ninth floor."
She used the word "only" and immediately forced Master Chengde to scan her hard with his spiritual consciousness.
Under the pressure of the eighth-grade monk, Zhao Yisu's heart surged with blood and there was no fear on his face.
After a moment, the pressure disappeared, and Master Chengde stared at her: "Mid-grade third grade..."
Zhao Yisu: "This disciple is not talented and cannot catch up with Senior Brother Jiang's speed."
"Ha." Master Chengde chuckled. He couldn't see his emotions or anger clearly, only the look in his eyes was dark and unclear.
Middle Stage 3, it only took Zhao Yisu less than three years to advance from Stage 3 to Middle Stage 3...
She is only a third-level spiritual person, but she dares to compare herself to Jiang Yunchen and pursue him all the way. This character is very suitable for the taste of Master Shatian.
Master Chengde: "You only have a third-level spiritual root. How can you not be restricted by the pressure in the tower after climbing to the seventieth floor?"
Zhao Yisu had already prepared the answer: "Back to the leader, it was Senior Brother Jiang who walked in front and resisted most of the pressure. The disciples followed behind. After reaching the 90th floor, they felt that it was very easy to climb up to the 99th floor. ”
Master Chengde: "Absurd! Since the founding of our sect, I have never heard of anyone in the tower who can help others resist the pressure of spiritual consciousness."
Zhao Yisu looked innocent: "This... disciple really doesn't know. Maybe it's because Senior Brother Jiang's qualifications are too great."
She felt a sharp pain and realized that it was Jiang Yunchen who pinched her on the horoscope.
But she endured the pain and told the lies she needed to tell.
Otherwise? Ask her to reveal how wide her spiritual sea is, how wide is it? Explain that you know how to breathe?
Death is impossible.
As long as you have thick skin, you can pass the blame to others.
And she was sure that Jiang Yunchen would help her hide the secrets that she should keep hidden, even if it was for her own sake.
