Lao Qian lazily raised his eyes and glanced at the sword beside Lin Qi.
He said casually: "Isn't this just an ordinary wooden sword...wait a minute!"
"No! This wooden sword..."
He opened his eyes suddenly, moved his fingers together and swept them in front of his eyes, and his eyes were suddenly filled with spiritual energy.
After seeing the wooden sword clearly, his body froze in place.
"It actually has a soul!"
Lord Sodetsuki holds the wine bottle in one hand, tilts his head and pours it into his mouth.
The other hand held a fan and fanned it leisurely, "This girl is destined to be a member of the Phoenix Clan!"
Lao Qian also put away his shock and sighed, "She raised the sword with her soul, and it has already been blended with the aura of this wooden sword. It is only waiting to be refined into a magic weapon when it is forged. The soul of the wooden sword is domineering. This is the question in the Sword Valley. No sword dares to take away its edge, today, she will definitely return defeated!"
He took off his straw hat and shook it like a fan, and asked curiously: "This girl is young, but she has already reached the sixth level of Qi training. Who is her disciple?"
"She? Qingyun's second disciple."
"What?!" Lao Qian was surprised at first, and then said a little shyly: "When did Fairy Qingyun have a second disciple?"
Xiuyue Zhenjun gave him a disgusted look, "You stay in this broken valley all day, what do you know? Qingyun not only has a second disciple, but also a third disciple."
"This..." Lao Qian didn't know what to say for a while.
Xiuyue Zhenjun smiled and said: "This little girl has suffered a lot since she came to the valley. You let her return empty-handed, are you afraid that Qingyun will not be able to explain it?"
Lao Qian didn't realize that Xieyue Zhenjun was teasing him, and thought seriously for a moment, "That's right. I am her uncle, so I have to prepare a greeting gift."
"Tsk, tsk." Xieyue Zhenjun's expression was playful, and he didn't mind watching the excitement: "Since it is a gift from my uncle, it must be more expensive."
Lao Qian glanced at her with a cold snort, put on his straw hat, and tapped the cane in his hand.
Invisible waves of spiritual energy spread in all directions.
The spiritual swords in the Wenjian Valley seemed to tremble at this moment.
Lin Qi had already accepted her fate and was about to get up and leave holding her small wooden sword.
Suddenly there were bursts of clicking sounds in my ears.
Lin Qi's eyes narrowed. This was the sound of ice breaking!
Numerous cracks appeared in the thick ice covering her in all directions, the ground began to shake, and the flying snow stopped completely.
An oppressive force came from everywhere.
A clear and melodious animal cry was faintly heard in my ears.
The phoenix is flying, its sound is sonorous, like bamboo and Xiao, clear and high-pitched.
Continuous cold mountains were broken one after another, broken ice flew across, the ground cracked, icebergs toppled, and the sky shook.
The cold air is sharp and biting, and the light of the sword is cold and dazzling.
The wooden sword in Lin Qi's hand suddenly made a buzzing sound, which seemed to be displeasure and a warning.
After everything stopped, broken ice piled up into a mountain, and a crystal clear, cold and sharp sword was halfway stuck on the iceberg.
The sword body is as crystal clear as ice and snow, and under the sunlight, it shines brilliantly and beautifully.
A phoenix spreading its wings and about to fly coiled around the sword's body, with its phoenix head held high on the hilt. Its eyes were inlaid with a pair of blood-red orbs, just like a pair of real phoenix eyes, full of compassion and a bit of cold arrogance and contempt. .
Lin Qi was attracted by this sword at a glance.
She took two tentative steps forward and felt a slight resistance, but it didn't really stop her.
Lin Qi suppressed the joy in her heart and slowly moved forward.
She came to the sword smoothly and carefully grasped the hilt with her white and tender hands.
As soon as she touched the hilt of the sword, a thin layer of ice spread up along her palm, and her hands were instantly frozen.
Lin Qi is a stubborn person. Now that she has touched this sword, she will never let go easily.
She had already mobilized the spiritual energy in her body to resist the cold air emanating from the sword.
The spiritual energy in Dantian is consumed little by little, and the cold energy on the sword body becomes stronger, pushing forward little by little.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Qi's lower body to her chest were frozen.
The coldness rushed towards Lin Qi's dantian.
Lin Qi's face turned purple due to the cold air, and various parts of her body gradually became numb, but she gritted her teeth and refused to let go.
A cold breath suddenly invaded her consciousness.
Lin Qi was caught off guard, her brain went numb and cold, her heart seemed to have suffered a violent wound, and she spit out a mouthful of blood.
Blood dripped on his sword and was instantly swallowed by the sword.
The crystal clear sword was dyed with red light, filled with red meaning, and thunder and lightning could be faintly seen floating inside the sword body.
Lin Qi found that her hands had regained some strength. She gritted her teeth and pulled the sword out of the ice bit by bit.
Blood foam stained her teeth, and Lin Qi's eyes were bloodshot, but the perseverance in her eyes never wavered.
rub!
The crisp sound of the sword sounded again!
The cold light of the sword passed over the ice, and the sword that was as heavy as a jade just now was as light as paper.
Lin Qi's sea of consciousness gained a connection. The frost on her body instantly dissipated, and her dantian and body were filled with strength.
She tightened the sword in her hand and slowly spoke out its name - Qinghuang Sword.
As soon as the voice fell, Lin Qi raised the Azure Phoenix Sword and began to use the Broken Phoenix Shadow.
The shadow of the sword fades, the cold songs from all directions, the shadow of the phoenix cries, and all the beasts surrender!
The huge afterimage of the ice phoenix rushed towards the iceberg fiercely and fearlessly, its wings flapping two volumes of cold wind, sweeping across the yellow land of the iceberg.
A deafening explosion sounded, and the mountain of broken ice was completely torn apart and scattered on the ground, covered in broken light.
Lin Qi held the sword and couldn't help but wonder.
She has connected with the Qinghuang Sword Spiritual Consciousness, but it seems to be different from the contract mentioned in the book?
Lin Qi just had the idea of asking someone to ask, when she turned around and saw Zhenjun Xiuyue smiling unceremoniously.
There was an octogenarian beside her. Although he was leaning on a cane, Lin Qi could feel the vitality and aura of a strong man in him.
This should also be a Nascent Soul True Lord.
Lin Qi bowed politely and said hello, "I have met two true kings."
Before she could ask, Lord Sodetsuki put away his fan with a snap.
She approached Lin Qi and asked with a smile, "Do you have any doubts in your mind?"
Lin Qi nodded obediently.
Lord Sodetsuki knocked on Lao Qian's chest with his fan, "Come on, come on, it's your turn as an uncle to speak out."
"Uncle Master?" Lin Qi's black and white eyes suddenly fell on Lao Qian.
Xiuyue Zhenjun smiled and said: "Yes, he is your master's third junior brother, and he is also the guardian elder of Asking Sword Valley. If you have anything you don't understand, you can ask him."
Lin Qi asked curiously: "Third Master Uncle, why didn't the swordsmen who asked Jian Gu before want to pay attention to me?"
When Old Qian heard this, the Third Master's uncle felt relieved physically and mentally, and happily explained to Lin Qi: "Because of the wooden sword in your hand!"
"My little wooden sword?" Lin Qi was surprised by this answer.
She took the wooden sword and looked around, but she really didn't see anything special.
Well, the only benefit is durability.
Unlike those issued by the sect, they were scrapped after being electrocuted once.
Chapter One. (The third chapter is estimated to be more than twelve o'clock)
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