The origin of Lianbi stone is not fixed. It has been unearthed all over Kyushu. Sometimes it can even be found by Qiyuan Hantan, and sometimes it can be dug out from the sky chasm where the earth fire is spewing out.
The wonderful thing about this thing is its name, Lianbi.
According to legend, once this jade is mined and bathed in the glory of the sun and moon, it can only be cut into two pieces no matter what method is used.
If you still want to cut, no matter how sophisticated the technique is, you will always get the largest piece after cutting, and the smaller piece will immediately turn into powder and scatter in the wind.
This means that each wall stone can only be made into two pendants at most, and therefore it has become a common love token for many male and female monks.
Of course, this wall stone is also a high-quality weapon refining material. Pavilion Master Feng personally took action and refined a pair of jade flutes to the level of a top-grade magic weapon.
Under normal circumstances, magic weapons and exotic treasures are essentially the same. The reason why there are additional levels of exotic treasures is more of a consideration of the spiritual sprout and power.
It is for the treasure to be transformed and its power doubled.
Qingmeng and Xinghe are relatively new works by Feng Yuqian. Naturally, they have not yet sprouted spirituality, so they cannot be classified as rare treasures.
But purely in terms of quality and power, the two jade flutes are not inferior to ordinary low-grade or even mid-grade rare treasures.
And if it can be nurtured by the two sisters for tens or even hundreds of years, it will only be a matter of time before it is sacrificed and refined into a natal treasure, sprouts spirituality and becomes a rare treasure, or even reincarnates and turns into a spiritual treasure.
Therefore, it was indeed a great blessing for Long Fu, who loved music and poetry, to receive the jade flute Xinghe as a gift from Feng Yuqian.
Holding the jade flute and flying back, Long Fushi calmly brought it close to his red lips, closed his eyes slightly, and a melodious tune flowed out from it.
Above the Milky Way, the exquisite textures turn into small leaf boats, rising and falling among the rolling clouds and waves, making those who listen can't help but have the urge to drink alone.
When the sun goes down and the songs stop after drunkenness, the setting sun becomes the center of the world between the water and the sky, and strings of fascinating notes ripple leisurely, outlining the picture and guiding the way home.
It's a pity that all the beauty in the world is like a dream, and there are all kinds of strange things on the bubbles, and the flute sound of Long Fu's poem has long been unknowingly integrated into her innate magical power, the confusing sound.
Anyone who listens attentively has their hearts trembling, their emotions are difficult to calm down, and their spiritual energy seems to be somewhat tolerant of the tune.
"What a powerful flute sound."
Even someone as strong as Mingyu had an inexplicable change in his mood after hearing the sound of the flute, which lasted only a few breaths. In the end, he suppressed it with his powerful sword heart and couldn't help but praise.
Qin Liangyi was the one who was closest and could hear it the clearest. Even when he vaguely saw that Long Fushi's weapon was a gorgeous jade flute, he already had a guess in his mind.
In fact, he could have taken action first and used the advantage of the long sword to force Long Fushi to be unable to play the flute. But for some reason, ever since he heard the other party speak, the graceful female voice, which was more melodious than the fairy voice but not as good as the fairy voice, has always been like a gentle spring breeze. , whispering in the ear.
This gave Qin Liangyi a strange hesitation and desire in his heart. He missed the opportunity in a daze and felt extremely strange.
"No! It's her illusion technique!"
Recalling that Qin Yun had inexplicably removed the pressure of his spiritual consciousness before, Qin Liangyi secretly thought something was wrong.
"sound!"
Qin Liangyi, who seemed ordinary but actually had strong cultivation, figured out the key in an instant.
But what he didn't understand was that general sonic psychedelic techniques were almost ineffective against high-level monks, and even had little effect on the ninth-level Yuan Transformation Realm like him, who was about to condense his soul.
But Long Fushi could confuse people's minds with just words. Even after he forcibly stabilized his Taoist heart, the sound of the flute was still pervasive, interfering with the movement of spiritual power in his body, and the solemn look in his eyes could not help but become stronger.
However, since he has been able to completely cultivate the Yuanhua Realm all the way to perfection, his Taoist heart and perseverance are incomparable to others.
Moreover, Qin Liangyi also knew very well that the succubus Qinglian, who was so beautiful that it made people feel ashamed, was also at the ninth level of the Yuan Hua Realm. If such a strong person could become a follower, she would definitely be no ordinary person.
Seeing that the distance had widened, he simply gathered his strength and planned to take a good look at this soft but not weak dragon poem!
As the sound of the flute gradually turned from melodious to high-pitched, the bamboo boat among the clouds and waves seemed to come alive, and then turned into pieces of invisible leaf blades, bringing fierce murderous intent in the void, attacking from all directions. Also addicted to Qin Liangyi in the song.
Similarly, Qin Liangyi raised his long sword, and the slender blade drew a graceful arc. The next moment, a ferocious aura instantly filled the entire barrier.
"Thunder Spiritual Power?"
Qingyun exclaimed.
He had only experienced such pure thunder spirit power from the demon clan prodigy Yun Chen back then.
"This is not Qin Liangyi's own power, but comes from that long sword."
Xiao Chu, who also has attribute spiritual power, said.
"Look at his hands!"
Xiao also stretched out her withered palms like chicken claws and pointed away.
Taking a closer look, Qingyun couldn't help but let out a hiss and took a breath.
It turned out that Qin Liangyi's right hand had been burned to pieces by the electric arc spreading from the hilt of his sword, and some parts had even become as black as carbon.
But at the same time, a soft spiritual light gurgled out from the spiritual jade the size of a pebble at the end of the sword hilt, which seemed to be helping him repair his flesh and blood.
"Huh?"
There was a hint of doubt on Xiao's face.
"But what did you find, Xiao?"
Luo Yixian, who was slightly shorter than her, asked.
"He did not inject spiritual power into the sword, but instead extracted the thunder power from the sword. What does he want to do?"
Corresponding to Xiao's confusion, there were exclamations and comments from Qingxutian's disciples one after another.
"Senior Brother Liangyi actually worked so hard from the beginning. Could it be that Long Fu Shi can compete with him?"
"Not necessarily. Senior brother, he will never look down on any opponent. It is said that a lion fights a rabbit. This is the case."
Another disciple echoed:
"Yes, this is not only respect for the opponent, but also the magnanimity that I, Yangyang Qingxutian, should have."
At this time, Dan Chen slowly came to Qin Yun's side, who was standing with his hands behind his back. There seemed to be a little bit of surprise on his face, and he praised:
"Junior Brother Liangyi is indeed our young genius in Qingxu Heaven."
"Haha, Jian Qingfeng also deeply feels that good talents are hard to find."
Qin Yun said with a smile.
"Junior brother, why do you need to know the difference so clearly?"
After Yun Youya's first defeat at the hands of Qin Chengtian in public a few years ago, the morale of everyone at Jianqing Peak instantly increased a lot, and they wanted to outdo the main peak Shenqing Peak in everything.
Dan Chen's words now sounded like an overture to Qin Yun. In addition to the fact that he had voluntarily given up the decision-making power before, he couldn't help but feel a little wandering again. However, Qin Yun still deliberately avoided the other party's topic and turned to road:
"Senior brother, how many moves do you think Liang Yi can win?"
"Hard to say."
Hearing this, Qin Yun's eyebrows immediately wrinkled, but Dan Chen turned a blind eye and said:
"This little girl has a strange power that is unpredictable."
"You mean the power of illusion just now?"
Danchen nodded, then shook his head.
Faced with his non-committal, Qin Yun did not continue to refute. He knew very well that Dan Chen had a calm temperament and would never make a final decision without being completely sure.
But Qin Yun glanced at the long sword in Qin Liangyi's hand with burning eyes, and then said in a deep voice:
"The Thunder Sword contains the righteous sound of thunder from the sky, and Liang Yi is extremely compatible with it. The sound of thunder can destroy evil, and this battle will be won."
"I hope so."
"Hmph, let's wait and see."
Qin Yun couldn't help but hum.
In fact, it was precisely because he had already experienced the magical power of Long Fu Shi, otherwise he would not have sent Qin Liangyi, who had the Cong Lei Sword, to play.
What's more, Qin Liangyi, as Jian Qingfeng, is also one of the few young talents in the Qin family, so Qin Yun naturally understands him far better than anyone else.
Just from his reaction for a moment, he knew that Qin Liangyi had clearly understood the power of Long Fu's poems, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.
Moreover, Qin Liangyi used Cong Lei Sword to fight against him, and his cultivation level was at least one or two small realms higher than that of his opponent. It could be said that he had already won the battle in terms of combat capability.
He had already lost a little face when he was helped by Dan Chen to break the hallucination. If he lost again, Qin Yun felt that he could just find a brick and hit him to death.
"Haha, Junior Sister Yan seems to be familiar with them, right? What do you think?"
Danchen seemed to be smiling again and kicked the ball to Yan Nanzhi.
Ever since Long Fushi took the initiative to provoke the dispute, the disciples of Qingxu Tian had once again distanced themselves from Qingyun and his party. As a last resort, Yan Nanzhi had no choice but to return to the sect camp first.
She originally planned to ask Danchen to stop the competition, but thinking of Qingyun's decisiveness when she shook her head just now, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, and said:
"I only have a one-time relationship with Miss Long, so we are not acquaintances, but I also don't have much contact with Junior Brother Liangyi. However, judging from the realm alone, Junior Brother is definitely a sure winner."
In response to such smooth answers, the two senior brothers nodded expressionlessly.
Yan Nanzhi originally thought that Dan Chen would ask about Qing Yun's news. After all, he was one of the very few people in the sect who knew his origin. Fortunately, Dan Chen didn't seem to want to dig deeper, so he also turned his attention to the people in the school. Two people.
At this time, Qin Liangyi seemed to have finished gathering his momentum. The water patterns originally stacked on the thunder sword seemed to come to life, and then turned into blue thunder, and finally even the sword body glowed with a faint blue light.
At first, this bit of blue light was inconspicuous, but as time went by, bursts of thunder began to appear in the void.
Then the thunder water flowed towards Qin Liangyi's hands holding the sword, and quietly penetrated into his body. After a moment, his pupils turned into azure color, and he shouted:
"thunder!"
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of lightning bolts as thick as tree branches spread from his arms to the void behind him, and turned into tangible entities!
However, these lightning bolts did not immediately hit Long Fu Shi. Instead, they formed a thunder array filled with precious light in the sky behind Qin Liangyi. As it meandered around, it instantly stabilized his faintly trembling pupils.
The violent thunder energy burned his clothes full of holes. Originally, only his hands were burned, but now his arms were not spared.
Ding ding~: I suddenly remembered that Feng Ziyu is also a beauty, but it really doesn’t match the name “Ziyu”. It’s a mistake~
