"Hahaha, I'm so happy. Junior Brother Ding actually entered the top 100. This is a record that our Sword Peak has never had before. We won't go home until we are drunk tonight." Several Sword Peak disciples gathered around Ding Xiaoyi and arrived. Inside a hall made of huge stones at Sword Peak.
Almost all the Sword Artifact Peak disciples crowded in, and Ding Xiaoyi's performance made all the Sword Artifact Peak disciples very happy.
The ancient elves were also surrounded by the disciples of Sword Artifact Peak and joined in the carnival celebration. Ding Xiaoyi is already a seasoned veteran, and he can easily deal with these outspoken Sword Peak disciples.
Although he didn't drink a lot, he drank several Sword Peak disciples to the ground. In the middle of the night, the moonlight swayed down like water, and everyone drank from the Sword Peak Hall to the outside. Everyone sat under the towering tree with mottled moonlight.
They were drunk and confused. Sword Equipment Peak had never been as excited as tonight. Most of the Sword Equipment Peak disciples were drunk and staggering.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at these brothers and sisters who were honest and hard-working, and a warm current flowed from the bottom of his heart.
There is no so-called intrigue in Sword Artifact Peak. They may not have talent in swordsmanship, but they have a straightforward personality, so they are not true swordsmen.
Sword-making can be regarded as an alternative form of sword practice. The path of practice is long and endless, and Ding Xiaoyi has never felt such passion.
"Ding Xiaoyi, come and have a drink." The ancient elf drank a little too much. As a Talisman Master, she may be happy tonight, but she doesn't know how to protect herself.
Seeing the beauty with drunken eyes, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but sigh. The ancient elves were led astray by him, and the innocent and innocent Talisman Master was already under his influence.
"Miss Gu, have you missed your master?" Ding Xiaoyi held a jar of wine and gently touched it with the jar in the ancient elf's hand, and then asked curiously.
"How wonderful life is outside. In the city of killing, Master will let me go everywhere. I am so frustrated that I still follow you for excitement." The ancient elf replied with a slurred smile to Ding Xiaoyi.
"If Master Ning knew what you were thinking now, wouldn't he tear me to pieces?" Ding Xiaoyi showed a bitter smile and said to the ancient elf.
"How could it be possible? Master, it hurts me the most. Being with you in the outside world is so exciting. I haven't enjoyed enough." The ancient elf said to Ding Xiaoyi with the smell of wine in his mouth.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the blushing girl next to him. I saw a pair of plump and red lips under her beautiful nose.
Those lips couldn't help spitting out the scent of alcohol mixed with the fragrance. The ancient elf's eyes were as charming as spring, and he was looking at Ding Xiaoyi sideways without blinking.
"Ding Xiaoyi, do I look good?" Seeing Ding Xiaoyi's eyes falling on his face, the ancient elf asked curiously.
Hearing the ancient elf's question, Ding Xiaoyi showed a warm smile. The ancient elf was originally in her prime, and she was supposed to be innocent and innocent.
But unexpectedly, living in a bloody place like the Killing City was really difficult for her.
"You are very beautiful," Ding Xiaoyi said to the ancient elf with a smile.
"Really? I don't think I'm good-looking either. How about I go watch Mr. Jian Wuchen's match tomorrow?" the ancient elf said to Ding Xiaoyi.
Hearing the ancient elf's request, the smile on Ding Xiaoyi's face grew wider. There is no woman who is not pregnant with spring. When the ancient elf was in her prime, she met Jian Wuchen, who was as innocent as a banished immortal. Naturally, she could not escape the impulse of envy in her heart.
Although he didn't understand Jian Wuchen, he felt that there might be no outcome between the ancient elf and Jian Wuchen.
Although they are a good match, there are exceptions to everything. Although he had vague speculations in his heart, he still supported the ancient elves. After all, the ancient elves also had the right to pursue their own happiness.
She had only met Jian Wuchen once, but she already couldn't forget him, which shows how powerful Jian Wuchen's charm is.
He was even a little jealous of this perfect young man from Jiange, unlike his own appearance and temperament, which were far inferior to him.
"You can go if you want, and do whatever you want in your heart. If monks like us can't face our own hearts, then why are we practicing?" Ding Xiaoyi still encouraged the ancient elf.
Hearing Ding Xiaoyi's encouragement, the ancient elf's beautiful eyes turned, and a bright smile appeared on her face. That smile is like a peach blossom in full bloom.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but sigh with emotion. The carnival at Jiange Peak lasted until late at night. There was no intrigue or intrigue here, so you could just relax physically and mentally.
Jian Xingchen might have taken this into consideration when he wanted to become a disciple of Sword Artifact Peak. Ding Xiaoyi looked at the group of swaying Sword Peak disciples, and he couldn't help but feel a warm current flowing out of his heart.
The ancient elf was already snoring lightly. Ding Xiaoyi shook his head and carried the ancient elf into the room. This little girl had never drunk so much wine before, and she was still murmuring in her sleep.
There seemed to be a happy smile on her face, or she was dreaming about that spotless young man. It would be great if it could always be so warm. Ding Xiaoyi came outside the courtyard, but the group of Sword Peak disciples staggered around without any precautions.
The wine jars in their arms had already slipped, and the gurgling wine flowed freely. At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi's heart seemed to be sublimated.
He felt that his spiritual platform was clear and bright, and the surroundings became clearer. It has been a long time since his sword intention reached the level of Jian Xin Wugou, but there has been no sign of breaking through. It takes an opportunity to break through to the realm of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect.
This opportunity is rare. Ding Xiaoyi has experienced countless killings along the way, and his nerves are also tense.
This time he finally relaxed his mind. He felt that this was an opportunity, an opportunity for his sword power to break through.
He took out the heavenly materials and spiritual treasures that contained the sword's intention that he obtained from the sword cave, spread out his palms and placed those heavenly materials and spiritual treasures that contained the sword's intention in his palms.
His consciousness entered an ethereal state, and the sword intent in the Tiancai Lingbao in his hand turned into wisps of spiritual energy and sank into his body.
A few moments later, Ding Xiaoyi was immersed in an ethereal state. The sword energy lingered around him like silk, and the sword intention began to appear in his consciousness.
The sword intention is invisible, but Ding Xiaoyi condenses the sword intention into the form he wants in his consciousness.
Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect means there is nothing but a sword. Even if you don’t have a sword in your hand, you still have a sword. Everything in the world can be turned into a sword in your hand.
This is an idea and a sublimation. With the blessing of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, having a sword or not is no longer so important, and Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect is the last state of sword intention.
After more than half an hour, Ding Xiaoyi opened his eyes. This opportunity was not enough for him to break through to the realm of swordsmanship where Wanjian Guizong could achieve his goal.
But he has already felt that Jian Wuwu's sword intention realm is beginning to show signs of loosening, which can be considered a big gain.
The higher the realm of sword intention, the stronger his understanding of the sword. The next realm is the realm of the sword, and the three-foot green edge in the hand is the realm of the sword.
The mountains are still seen as mountains, and the mountains are not mountains. In the end, it comes down to the artistic conception of seeing mountains as mountains.
Ding Xiaoyi Lingtai was in an ethereal state. He could even feel that the surrounding environment became clearer.
This feeling is very subtle and can be described as wonderful. A slight sound breaking through the air reached Ding Xiaoyi's ears.
That was the sound of clothes crossing the sky, and the slight sound of breaking through the sky was difficult to detect. But after Ding Xiaoyi's sword intent sublimated, he easily caught the slight sound of breaking through the air.
He couldn't help but frown, few people came to Sword Peak to disturb him, so who would come to Sword Peak so late.
He stood up and rushed towards the top of the towering tree. He saw a black shadow rushing towards Sword Peak.
His eyes narrowed, and he saw clearly the face of the figure that was rushing towards him. It was a middle-aged man with a feminine face and a beardless face, holding a whisk. An anxious look appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes.
"I wonder what the important business is for Eunuch Feng to come here late at night?" Ding Xiaoyi's figure swayed randomly on the towering tree like the wind, and he asked in a solemn voice to the figure that was rushing towards him.
The hurried figure saw Ding Xiaoyi's figure, his anxious eyes raised, and then he rushed over in a hurry.
"Mr. Ding, what's wrong, the Queen is missing." Eunuch Feng came directly to Ding Xiaoyi's side, and then said to Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly.
When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, his face was slightly startled. Feng Qingwu is the Queen of Dayong, what's the use of looking for him when she's gone.
