Hearing Xue Wuji's words, Feng Qi frowned.
Yang'er is missing?
After thinking about it, he felt that there shouldn't be any problems.
Putting aside his status as a closed disciple of the master of Daoming Temple, Feng Yang went north to Yufeng Pass with him several times, and he had a clear understanding of how to survive in dangerous situations. Coupled with his knowledge of reading Dao Zang, it was not a problem. big.
For Yang'er, the biggest problem is Shi Juemai.
Since the master of Daoming Temple had sent Yang'er down the mountain, he should have sent the message to the sun, but he also sent something else. Thinking of this, he decided not to think too much about Feng Yang, but to focus on the present moment.
For him, the biggest problem is the current sword debate between the peaks.
When it comes to swords, the most important thing is the sword, so you must first have a sword.
The Traceless Sword has long been taken back by Xue Wuji. The broken copper and iron he is using now cannot be considered a sword, at least not a real sword. It will probably be scrapped soon after entering the sword field.
If you want to change your sword, Feng Qi knows a place.
Thinking about the records about Shen Jianchi, he felt very troubled.
If he didn't have a sword when discussing swords, he would be in more trouble.
If he faced Zhou Zihan without a sword, it would be even more trouble within trouble.
If he lost the game because he didn't have a sword, he couldn't imagine how much trouble it would be.
As the saying goes, the lesser of two powers harms each other.
Feng Qi sighed, stood up and walked outside.
Along the way down the mountain, I met many fellow apprentices. Those fellow apprentices obviously had objections to him, but for some reason they didn't say anything. They only showed vague hostility in their eyes.
Since they don't say anything, Fengqi is happy to be pure.
He has never lost in a war of words, but that doesn't mean he likes it.
Moreover, it is expected that he will live on Wuhen Peak for a long time.
So, it’s okay not to argue.
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Zhou Zihan left Qianren Peak and walked down Luoren River. After a while, he arrived in front of a lake.
The surface of the lake was as smooth as a mirror, without even a wrinkle, and it looked a little lifeless.
Zhou Zihan looked at the lake calmly and said to himself: "Why not call it Shenjian Lake? It obviously doesn't look like a pond at all."
No one answered her.
Water cannot speak, whether it is pond water or lake water.
Zhou Zihan shook his head, and a crisp sword cry suddenly came out from his body.
The sound of the sword dispersed into the distance along the lake, and soon ripples appeared, and then rolled into tiny waves in the distance.
Suddenly a sword sound sounded in the pool.
The second sword sound sounded from somewhere.
The third, fourth... countless sword sounds rushed out.
In the sinking sword pool, swords are ringing everywhere.
Water cannot speak, but the sword can.
From those longing sword sounds, Zhou Zihan finally understood one thing.
She spoke softly, "I've wronged you."
There were many disciples near Shen Jianchi who were stunned after seeing this scene.
Mei Hanqing originally just took Fenglei Peak's disciples to the Taoist platform to practice swordsmanship. When passing by Shenjian Pond, he accidentally discovered Junior Sister Zi Han there. Unexpectedly, he saw such a scene right after.
"Isn't this...Junior Sister Zihan too scary?"
"What's wrong?" Gu Duxing was beside him and asked in confusion.
He had just entered the inner mountain not long ago, and he had not seen the scene of Shen Jianchi following the sword, and he did not know what the scene caused by Zhou Zihan meant.
"There are countless swords in the Chenjian Pond. Those swords are stuck at the bottom of the lake. The sword intent has long been integrated with the lake water. Ordinary disciples will be injured by the sword intent if they approach the Chenjian Pond. Therefore, the sect has an unwritten rule. It is stipulated that only those who have reached the peak of Hunyuan can come to Shenjian Pond to inherit the sword." Mei Hanqing sighed and explained: "But most of the swords in Shenjian Pond have experienced one or two generations of sword masters, unless You are truly talented enough to satisfy them, otherwise they would never recognize you."
Gu Duxing finally understood, "Then...the sound of swords filling the sky means that Senior Sister Zihan has been recognized by many swords?"
Mei Hanqing was silent for a while and said: "It means that Junior Sister has been recognized by the entire Shen Jianchi."
Got the approval of the entire Shen Jianchi?
Gu Duxing said in surprise: "Doesn't that mean that Senior Sister can get the Immortal Flying Sword?"
Mei Hanqing shook his head, "So far, only four immortal swords have emerged from the Shenjian Pond. The Dao Dao Sword is with the Master Master, the Heaven-Slaying Sword is with the Sword Lawyer Ancestor, and the Qiushui Sword went to the Immortal World with the old emperor. "
Gu Duxing asked: "What about the last one?"
Mei Hanqing thought for a moment and said, "The Changtian Sword... I don't know its whereabouts either."
Feng Qi was not far behind them. He raised his eyebrows after hearing their conversation, thinking that the name Changtianjian was a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
He thought for a while and asked: "The Changtian Sword...the natal spiritual sword of the Pavilion Master of the Weeping Blood Pavilion, isn't it the Changtian Sword?"
Many people were attracted by Shen Jianchi's vision, and they couldn't help but look at each other after hearing these words.
Mei Hanqing glanced at Feng Qi and shouted in a deep voice: "Lies! How could my Xueyun Sect's immortal sword end up in such a dirty place like the Weeping Blood Pavilion? Which disciple are you? How dare you disturb the Taoist heart of my Xueyun disciple?" ?”
Feng Qi was very unhappy with Mei Hanqing's attitude, so he didn't intend to save face for him. He frowned and said, "Maybe it's a lie, maybe it's ignorance."
After a pause, he added: "And if this will mess up your Taoist mind, then it's okay not to have your Taoist mind."
The crowd was a little restless, and those who looked at Feng Qi had some sympathy.
No one has dared to speak to Mei Hanqing with this attitude for a long time...
That was the second seat in Fenglei Peak.
Someone whispered something next to Mei Hanqing.
Mei Hanqing looked at Feng Qi and said expressionlessly, "Having become Wuhen Peak's sword, do you feel confident?"
Feng Qi said seriously: "I am indeed confident, but it's not because of my identity."
Mei Hanqing said coldly: "It seems you think I can't control you?"
"You really can't control him."
The crowd parted, Mou Linhan stepped forward and looked at Mei Hanqing with calm eyes, "In Xueyun Sect, Jianzi's status is second only to the masters of each peak. Although Junior Brother Mei is the second disciple of Fenglei Peak, he is still not qualified. Discipline my Wuhen Peak sword."
Mei Hanqing frowned, "Do you believe what he said?"
Mou Linhan shook his head, "Xueyun is the leader of the righteous path in the world, and the Weeping Blood Pavilion is the leader of the six major cults. It should be impossible for Xueyun's treasure to fall into the ranks of the cults."
He glanced at Feng Qi and added: "But Master said that Junior Brother is well-read and what he has seen and heard is far beyond what we can compare to. So I don't believe it, but it doesn't mean it's not true."
Mei Hanqing took a deep breath, looked at Mou Linhan deeply, turned and left.
"Mo Linhan, when the peaks discuss swords in five days, you will know whether Fenglei Peak is qualified to discipline Wuhen Jianzi."
Mou Linhan didn't care about Mei Hanqing's threat and looked at Feng Qi.
"Well done. How can I let others bully my sword from Wuhen Peak?"
Feng Qi shrugged and said, "If he were a little more polite, I wouldn't bother to quarrel with him."
Mou Linhan smiled and said, "Just say it. If anything happens, senior brother will help you."
Feng Qi looked at Mou Linhan and said seriously: "Thank you, senior brother."
Mou Linhan waved his hand nonchalantly, "By the way, are you ready to take over the sword now?"
Feng Dian nodded, "If we don't follow the sword, it will definitely be very troublesome during the sword discussion conference."
Mou Linhan glanced at Zhou Zihan, who was surrounded by swords in the sky, and asked, "Are you confident? How about we come back later?"
Feng Qi laughed dumbly, "It's been the same for a long time. She has an invisible sword body. Jijian already has advantages. Even if she is not as good as her, it won't be too embarrassing."
As he spoke, a snow-white sword flew out of the lake and stopped steadily in front of Zhou Zihan.
Zhou Zihan showed a satisfied look and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword.
Mou Linhan was silent for a while and said to Feng Qi: "Junior brother... how about we come back tomorrow?"
Feng Qi looked at the sword in Zhou Zihan's hand with curiosity, and asked without looking back, "Why?"
Mou Linhan struggled to speak, "That sword... is a heaven-grade flying sword."
Feng Qi asked: "Isn't your sword also a heaven-grade flying sword? What's so strange about it?"
Mou Linhan added: "That sword is the sword of Master Zhuyue Peak."
Feng Qi asked doubtfully: "Isn't Master Zhuyue Peak still alive and well? Why did he sink his sword?"
Mou Linhan thought that this question was indeed difficult to answer, and the people and things involved were relatively old. If the master hadn't spilled the beans when he was drunk, he might not have known about it.
Maybe Master doesn't even know that he knows this secret.
Seeing that Mou Linhan didn't answer, Feng Qi stopped asking questions, but the curiosity in his eyes became more intense.
Mou Linhan was not paying attention, and Feng Qi ran to the side of Shenjian Pond. At this time, the sound of the sword had just stopped.
He glanced at Zhou Zihan, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Well done!"
Zhou Zihan ignored him.
Feng Qi was not embarrassed and asked: "What's the name of your sword?"
Zhou Zihan said: "Ask the moon, ask the moon sword."
Feng Qi thought to himself that it was indeed the sword used by the master of Zhuyue Peak, and the name just sounded very feminine.
Zhou Zihan had no expression on his face and asked, "What are you here for?"
Feng Qi said: "Aren't you asking in vain?"
Zhou Zihan was stunned and left with a puff of sleeves.
Feng Qi clicked his tongue twice and praised: "It is indeed an invisible sword body. I can feel the aura hidden under the water just by standing by the pool."
While he was talking, Feng Qi's clothes had been torn in countless holes.
But he didn't care, he just looked at Shen Jianchi calmly.
"I don't believe you would kill me."
"I have never heard of a disciple dying in Shenjian Pond."
"I want to go into the lake to get a sword. I won't take the initiative to look for it. If any brother feels that he is destined to me, please let it be in my hands."
After saying these three sentences, Feng Qi closed his eyes, opened his arms, and fell down straight.
Plop.
Outside Chen Jian Pond, countless disciples stared wide-eyed and were speechless in shock.
Zhou Zihan hadn't taken two steps when he heard the sound of falling water coming from behind and was stunned for a moment, thinking that it couldn't be possible.
Turning your head, you can still see the ripples spreading outward on the water surface, and they have disappeared when the wind blows.
It turned out to be true.
This guy is a madman,
Mou Linhan thought to himself, is this what you mean by not being ashamed?
This is so embarrassing!
He hurried to the sinking sword pond.
Shenjianchi is calm and calm, without any wrinkles.
There was a sword intent coming towards him.
He was very impatient, waved his hand, and a sharp breath flew out of his hand, instantly shattering the sword intent of those who came to test it.
Mou Linhan shouted twice, but when there was no response, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to get into the water.
Zhou Zihan had quick eyes and quick hands and grabbed him, "It's too late."
Mou Linhan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, "What should we do now?"
Zhou Zihan was silent for a while, "I can only hope that he will be blessed with good fortune."
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Feng Qi sank to the bottom of the lake, during which several sword lights flew up and down around him, obviously trying to follow him, but for some reason they did not fall into his hands.
His Yuan Mansion glowed faintly, perhaps because Shen Jianchi was so special that even he didn't notice it.
A green shadow shot out from within, forcing back all the sword light around Feng Qi, and then slowly lay down on his hand.
That's a sword.
The moment he noticed the sword in his hand, Feng Qi opened his eyes and slowly raised the sword to his eyes.
He has not entered the state of mind and cannot use sword consciousness to communicate with this sword, but he has his own way to ask the questions he wants to ask.
The vitality slowly dissipated from the body, dispersing the water around the body.
Feng Qi rubbed the sword blade with his palm and asked softly: "What... is your name?"
His voice was not loud, but the sword in his hand trembled slightly.
Bloody Green Frost, someone seemed to be whispering in his ear.
Feijian has a spirit, but not many can actively communicate with others, and it is even rarer to be able to take the initiative to communicate the name through voice transmission before recognizing the owner.
He was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile, put the Qingshuang Sword into Yuan Mansion, and climbed up the pool wall.
After he left, a faint sigh sounded from the bottom of the pool.
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