After Luo Yi had mended today's three stitches, the cracks on the Demon-killing Sunda flag were basically sewn up, leaving only a small seam at the end. It was just two stitches, but she lazily moved the spirit needle Put it into the conch shell on the side.
She didn't need to thread the needle. At first, Fu Zhu was surprised at how to sew the flag with an empty needle, until Fu Zhu saw that every time she dropped a stitch, a transparent silver thread flashed past.
Sanqing touched the smooth flag, and there was no trace of stitching at all. His round eyes slightly opened, "Luo Yi, why are there no stitches on it?"
Luo Yi, who only had three stitches, seemed to have put in a lot of effort, and her eyebrows were a little tired. She asked lazily, "Have you ever heard of a seamless garment?"
Sanqing was so angry that she was not illiterate.
Luo Yi leaned casually on the wicker chair, her sitting posture was casual, but very pleasing to the eye, revealing a leisurely and elegant temperament.
She looked at Fu Zhu, "You should be a disciple from which immortal sect, right?"
The two of them had been together for so many days before Luo Yi remembered to ask the girl about her origins.
Fu Zhu had a good impression of this senior. She raised her eyebrows and politely replied, "This junior is from the Sword Sect."
Luo Yi was in a daze for a moment. He didn't know whether it was because of the word "Jian Zong" or because of the girl's smile that shone brightly in the morning sun.
Sanqing looked at Luo Yi warily, "My family can't tell you."
Unexpectedly, Luo Yi ignored her at all. She saw Sanqing's true identity at the first glance. Where he came from was self-evident, so did she need to tell her?
Stupid bird.
Luo Yi seemed to be quite interested in Jian Zong, so she asked again, "Which lineage are you from?"
Fu Zhu glanced at Luo Yi strangely and replied honestly, "Xuanjian Peak."
The reputation of the Sword Sect is actually not obvious, because the previous leaders have kept a low profile. Several senior brothers and sisters in the ancestor's lineage do not like to show up, and they only focus on cultivation. No one knows that they have reached the Void Refining Realm.
The five people with the lowest level were the third senior brother, the younger junior brother, her, Mi Yu, and Yuesu.
By the way, now we have to add Wu Sheng, who is under the eldest brother's sect and is of the same generation as Yuesu.
Therefore, Fu Zhu did not expect that Senior Luo Yi would know about Jian Zong.
It seems that it is not as simple as hearing it.
When Luo Yi heard the words "Xuanjian Peak", he thought for a while and didn't ask any more questions.
Her attitude made Fu Zhu a little unsure.
After a while, Luo Yi said calmly, "Since you are from the Sword Sect, how about the Qianhua Sword Art Association?"
Talisman beads: (`^)!
This was the first time someone asked her if she knew how to use the lead sword.
If she doesn't know how to do this, she can pack up and leave Zhenshan.
The girl took two deep breaths and said, "A little bit better."
Luo Yi's sitting posture was a little more regular, with his left leg under the black robe resting on his right leg, revealing the toes of his silver-frosted shoes, tapping them lightly one after another.
She put her hands on her knees and said, "Demonstrate it once and let me see."
Sanqing tilted his head, his round eyes curious, "What is the Qianhua Sword Technique?"
"I want to watch it too." She joined in the fun.
Fu Zhu's heart: Has no one really considered her idea?
However, during the few days she had been in the Posa World, apart from meditating and practicing, she had indeed not practiced sword practice for a long time, so she did not refuse.
And it’s hard to refuse Senior Luo Yi!
Fu Zhu subconsciously wanted to summon Shuang Xueming, but suddenly thought of something, "I heard that sword cultivators are not welcome in the Whirlpool World. Is it okay to use the sword?"
She looked at the female ghost and said it was quite serious.
Luo Yi disagreed, "Who can care about me coming to Tianshui Residence?"
The girl nodded, understanding.
Fu Zhu sacrificed the flying sword, the sword light was cold and cold, like water under the moon, and the silver waves rippled.
It is an extremely beautiful flying sword.
Luo Yi praised, "The sword is good."
After Sanqing heard this, she was so happy that she seemed to be praising her.
Fu Zhu held the hilt of the sword, tilted his head and asked, "Start with the first move?"
Luo Yi said "hmm". Get serious and watch the girl draw her sword.
The moment she noticed the sword energy, a gleam of surprise appeared in her eyes, and she moved very quickly to set up a barrier.
Is her sword energy so powerful?
Luo Yi had thought that the girl's swordsmanship was not bad, but he didn't expect it to be at this level.
Back then, Qingyun was probably not as good as her at the same age.
Fu Zhu's lead sword has been practiced to such perfection that he can do it accurately even with his eyes closed.
Seeing that Luo Yi had put up a barrier, she had nothing to worry about, and she could let go of her hands and feet and draw the sword as she pleased.
San Qing looked at it blankly. She had never seen Fu Zhu's sword technique before. It appeared in front of her eyes like a mist. There was only one idea in her mind, which was better than her San Qing sword technique.
Anywhere is good.
In the thirteenth position, the lead-washing flower fell, and Luo Yi did not regain consciousness for a long time.
It turns out that this is the complete Qianhua sword technique.
She grinned and said, "Your lead sword skills are very good."
After thinking for a while, Luo Yi added: "Every move is good, even Qing Guanglai."
Fu Zhu was a little surprised, "Senior, did you know Qing Guang was coming?"
"I only know these two moves, Qingguanglai and Qianhua." Luo Yi knew what the girl wanted to ask, "I have seen these two moves before."
She said truthfully, "It's actually easy to break the contract. You can just cut off the soul contract with a sword."
"But it requires the power of Mahayana."
That's why she asked the girl to demonstrate the sword technique of Qian Hua. After all, it had been so long since she last saw Qian Hua's sword, and she had forgotten about it.
Now that I'm reading it again, it's not a problem to copy everything.
The realm is there, these seven, seven or eight are enough.
When Sanqing heard the agreement, his round eyes turned into crescents, and his brows were full of joy.
She solemnly said, "Fuzhu, after the contract is resolved, I will give you the Demon-Slaying Flag."
"Oh no, I'll give it back to you."
This flag was originally a talisman bead.
The girl held the sword and said nothing.
Luo Yi, on the other hand, took a second look at San Qing. She had a perverse temper and acted erratically, but she didn't expect that she cared deeply about Fu Zhu.
He also seemed to listen to the girl.
Sanqing glared, "Why are you staring at me?"
Luo Yi calmly withdrew his gaze.
"Senior Luo Yi, why doesn't the Whispering Realm want to see sword cultivators?" This question was what Fu Zhu wanted to ask all along.
The sword cultivator's reputation isn't that bad, right?
In the world of cultivation, things have always been pretty good.
Luo Yi lowered his eyes, gently stroked the scabbard of the Wuxi Sword, and slowly explained the reason, "There was once a sword cultivator who fought throughout the entire world of Whirlpool. No one could beat him. They felt that they were losing face."
The girl looked innocent, "Including Tianshuiju?"
Luo Yi paused and said, "Including."
"Is that sword cultivator Venerable Qingyun?"
As soon as Fu Zhu finished speaking, she saw Senior Luo Yi looking at her with a half-smile but not a smile. She said without changing her expression, "Senior and Lord Qingyun are close friends?"
These were all her guesses. She often saw Senior Luo Yi, lost in thought while touching the Wu Xi Sword.
Moreover, she just took out the Wuxi Sword, and Senior Luo Yi was willing to spend his spiritual energy to help repair the Demon-Slaying Flag. If she said that the two of them were just acquaintances, Fu Zhu would not believe it.
