The girl in the tower had no idea what kind of sensation she had caused. As soon as she entered the tower, she was transported to the ninth floor of the small world.
Fu Zhu wanted to ask questions about the sword step by step, so he took the initiative to go down. Not long after, he returned to the nine-story small world and found out what was going on in the Wenjian Tower.
There seem to be countless glass fragments scattered and suspended in the Wenjian Tower. Each fragment is a small world. The further you go up, the fewer the glass fragments are and the larger the fragments are.
This also means that the higher the tower, the easier it is to get together in the same small world.
Luo Meier stared at the spirit flower on the ninth floor, feeling a little tight and short of breath. Not to mention the difficulty of meeting each other in the tower, she and Mo Chuan could only go up to the eighth floor based on their strength.
The ninth floor...
Although there is someone from the Yu family, that person is not the young lady’s subordinate.
Luo Mei'er thought for a moment and then ordered: "You guys stay here and guard the Wenjian Tower. If there is any movement, come and report to me immediately."
She had to go back to the Jade Mansion to ask the eldest lady for instructions on what to do next.
Without Luo Meier's order, Mo Chuan could only stay where he was. He looked at Luo Meier's retreating back, habitually rubbed the jade ring on his hand, and lowered his head to think.
Ask inside the sword tower.
Fu Zhu cut off a giant sword and made time to help San Qing, but saw the little girl holding a short sword and swinging it casually. The red gold flame melted the flying sword in front of her in an instant.
He has no sword skills, but he looks familiar inexplicably.
Fu Zhu looked at it for a while, and finally found something strange. Sanqing's sword-waving moves were no different from her flag-waving moves.
The iron sword that covered the sky and the sun was melted by Sanqing's fire, shapeless, and turned into a small pile of mud.
Sanqing raised his sword, slashed twice with the left and twice with the right, turned his wrist, and tried his best to make a different-looking sword flower, "My self-created swordsmanship is amazing!"
Before the girl could answer, her head turned, her eyes were bright, and she said boldly: "This sword technique is called Sanqing Sword Technique!"
After saying that, she reviewed the "Three Green Sword Techniques" again, and Fu Zhu could clearly see that it was completely different from the previous flurry.
"Ha--look at the sword!"
clang!
Fu Zhu raised her sword to block it slightly, but Sanqing's sword stopped moving forward. Her hand felt a little sore from raising it, so she immediately put away the sword.
He sighed sadly, "It seems that my swordsmanship has not yet reached the level of being the best in the world!"
Fu Zhu: "..."
Sanqing was not discouraged. She quickly regained her energy and said, "I will reluctantly submit to you and be the second best in the world!"
"No. 2 in the world, put away your swordsmanship and magical powers. Let's go to the front and have a look."
When the little girl heard this title, she was extremely happy. She stopped practicing Sanqing Swordsmanship, sheathed her sword, and responded calmly: "Okay."
After thinking for a while, he added another title, "No. 1 in the world."
A faint smile appeared on the girl's lips.
Number one in the world.
Although not now, it will be sooner or later.
The howling wind came from the narrow cliff mouth. The sound was like thousands of horses galloping, and like ghosts crying and wolves howling. The strong wind was so fierce that it flattened the cliffs, leaving numerous scratches on the rocks at my feet.
"The talisman... is wrong," Sanqing changed his words and said, "No. 1 in the world, look, there is a scabbard here!"
The smile on Fu Zhu's lips froze, "You'd better call me by my name."
Although she wants to be number one in the world, Sanqing keeps calling her that, which is embarrassing.
Sanqing groaned and shouted again: "Fu Zhu, come here quickly and take a look at this scabbard!"
Fu Zhu walked towards Sanqing. The little girl pointed to the gorgeous scabbard in the stone crevices with a serious look on her face, "This scabbard is very suitable for my sword."
She picked up a sword, but it didn’t even have a scabbard! Now I happened to meet him. It's really hard to find anything without breaking through the iron shoes. It takes no effort to get it.
"..."
"Are you sure?" Fu Zhu asked, tilting his head.
Sanqing nodded without hesitation.
"But I can't pull it out, please help me."
Fu Zhu sighed and chose to help. After a lot of effort, he still couldn't separate the scabbard from the stone.
"Get out of the way." The girl let go and said to the little girl.
Sanqing obediently stepped aside, only to see a flash of sword light in front of her eyes, the stone shattered into pieces, and the gorgeous scabbard that she had missed so much fell out.
Sanqing happily picked up the scabbard and patted the soil on it. The corners of his mouth rose and he couldn't stop it.
Fu Zhu also saw clearly what she called the scabbard, her throat rolled, but she didn't say anything.
Forget it, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a sword sheath or a dagger sheath, as long as Sanqing is happy.
A black dagger with half of its blade exposed from the scabbard. It looked nondescript and ostentatious, making the talisman a little blind.
Sanqing was very happy and hummed a little tune along the way.
Stepping into the wind outlet, the strong wind became more and more fierce, and countless wind blades struck, and there was no way to avoid it. When Sanqing saw the cut on his clothes, his face wrinkled, and then he remembered to tie up the barrier to protect himself.
Sanqing turned to look at the talisman bead. The girl was holding a long sword and looked over. Their eyes met. She quickly looked away and started to split the wind blade with one sword after another.
Fu Zhu knew that there was something unusual about Sanqing, and saw that she was fine, so he didn't worry about it.
"You go forward and leave Fengbianjian. Just wait for me where you are." The girl's voice was affected by the strong wind and was a little broken.
Sanqing still heard it clearly.
Turning back three times in one step, the girl has reached the center of the Wind Blade Stream. The wind blade is getting stronger and stronger, and Fu Zhu's sword moves are getting faster and faster.
One sword after another, seemingly tireless.
Sanqing looked puzzled. She could come over quickly, so why did she keep swinging her sword in the wind blade?
Fu Zhu was already agile enough, but his robe was cut by the wind blades from all directions, and the flying corners of his clothes turned into powder in an instant.
It can be seen that the strong wind is fierce.
Sanqing supported his chin with one hand, suddenly stood up from the stone, danced a set of Sanqing sword skills, and then sheathed his sword.
The best in the world works so hard, so she can’t slack off!
The talisman bead in the center of the wind blade had no time to see what Sanqing was doing. The more he swung the sword, the more something became clear in his mind.
Almost without thinking, he can subconsciously block every wind blade. My mind is far away, still in the endless wind.
With a sword handed out, the bleak world of the setting sun became as clear as water. The girl suddenly opened her eyes, and the sword energy shot straight into the sky. The wind blades around her suddenly stopped, stagnated for a moment, and then turned into a breeze and dispersed.
The girl has bright eyebrows and is in a good mood.
The wind blade here is similar to the seventh-level Gangfeng of the Frost Sword Technique. She used the wind blade to practice swordsmanship, and she happened to break through the seventh level. It was an unexpected surprise.
Sanqing took out the spiritual plant from the storage bag and said, "Take a look at this and see if you can use it."
Because of the past experience of randomly feeding the frost fruit to the talisman beads, Sanqing did not dare to let the girl eat them now.
Fu Zhu raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and politely rejected Sanqing's kindness, "I don't need it, you can just keep it for yourself."
No one eats spiritual plants directly, they always make them into elixirs and then take them. She is not an alchemist and cannot make medicine. This kind of thing is really useless to her.
Fu Zhu sat down cross-legged and took out the spirit stone from the storage bag. The sparkling stone immediately attracted Sanqing's attention.
There was a look of hesitation and struggle in her eyes. She really wanted to touch a few and hang them on her waist. They would look good.
