The cloud cover was not very wide, it only covered this valley. The clouds don't look very thick, they are gray and black in color. It's not rain clouds but demonic energy?
Where did Canjian Mountain get its demonic energy?
"That's right. Xuan Yao's master is a demon. If there are demon disciples in Canjian Mountain, they should have demonic aura. Where is the demonic aura?"
Only then did everyone think of this. There is no restriction on the origin and race of Canjianshan disciples. Some of them are from demon clan. So where do they practice on weekdays? Why didn't you think of this before? The main reason is that Xuan Yao has never shown any need for demonic energy.
That kid is too sensible.
At this moment, there was a roar and an explosion in the fire room, and a row of swords rushed out, breaking through the barrier and shooting into the sky.
A figure followed closely behind, the man chased the sword, the sword flew towards the cloud, the cloud retreated, and flew away with a hula.
Everyone hesitated and didn't have time to catch up, so they went to look at the fire room and saw Hu Qing walking out slowly.
"What's going on?" asked Hu Qing.
Hu Qing glanced at it and asked: "What happened? The sword was refined, but suddenly it exploded and exploded. Xuan Yao chased after it. What is that thing?"
Looking at the crowd: "Why don't you catch up and take a look?"
Everyone:"."
Hu Qing waved his hand and said, "I'm going to close up for a while, and then talk again when I come out."
She was very tired from refining the weapon. She counted on her fingers and realized that she had spent three or four years on these twelve magic swords and even used characters. She was so tired. At least, get some sleep.
I just felt tired. Fatigue suddenly came over me. I felt like I couldn't lift my legs, and my eyeballs were as dry as if they were dry. She simply called out White Kiss, and the big white python flew away with her on its back.
Everyone looked at each other and finally chased the direction Xuan Yao left.
did not find.
When Xuan Yao came back on his own, it turned out that he had gone to see his master.
Of course the master is concerned about such a big event as the apprentice receiving his natal sword, and he will take people to his secret realm by releasing demonic energy.
"Secret realm? Do they have their own secret realm?" The disciples screamed collectively.
The masters clapped their hands and said: "What a fuss, isn't there some secret cave in the Xiaoli world left by the great powers?"
This is the fairy world. Why would it be difficult for the immortals to create their own secret realm of inheritance?
Jin Xin murmured: "Why didn't I think of this? No, I have to ask my master if he has it."
His eyes were darting around, obviously wanting to dig into his master's small treasury.
Several others had the same idea.
Di Yuan only cared about one thing: "Where is your magic sword?"
I hadn't seen it clearly before, but I could see how extraordinary those swords were just by looking at them.
Gee, after refining so many swords at once, Hu Qing could fly!
Xuan Yao summoned the Twelve Demonic Swords. The Twelve Demonic Swords were suspended one meter in the air and stood upright, with the sword tips pointing downwards. The sword energy hit small nests on the ground.
Everyone's pupils dilated and they screamed several times.
Hu Zhuzhu and Hu Huahua moved at the same time, and one of them rushed towards a sword: "I really want it."
A cold sword energy flashed across the demon sword, forcing the two men back.
Xuan Yao groaned in embarrassment: "My master helped me fuse it, but the breath is not very stable now."
In fact, his master was surprised when he saw his natal sword. Who would have thought that twelve swords would be contracted at once and they would become one with him. This weapon master has some skills.
Give him some treasures and let him and his natal sword improve a little.
"Why the number of twelve? What's the profound meaning?" Di Yuan circled around each sword, expressing admiration and wonder.
Xuan Yao said: "My mother said it is twelve o'clock in the day, Zi Chou Yin Mao, Chen Si, noon, Shen You Xu Hai."
After saying this sentence, there is no more.
So everyone interpreted it as: Hu Qing first struck the twelve swords, and then added the meaning of the twelve o'clock.
This is also true.
Leng Ruo and Hu Nuan gathered around to look at a snow-white magic sword, which was noble and elegant, and also decorated with flowers that they liked very much. There are also beautiful water ripples on the sword.
Hu Nuan said: "Wouldn't a sword like this look better in a girl's hand?"
Leng Ruo: "Ah, I haven't been intimate with my aunt for a long time. I want to honor my aunt."
Shuanghua looked sideways, but then she stared at the dark blue sword with starlight in front of her. Even though it was a magic sword, she thought it would be good for her to use it.
Lin Yin touched his chin: "This sword - it has the power of life." It suits him very well.
By coincidence, Di Yuan, Qiao Yu and even Junbo Pengshan thought there was someone suitable for them. Tang Er glanced at Lin Yin with vague disdain. Yan Ying thought the thick sword was quite good.
Lian Jie Shan Jing Yun and Feng Ling also stared at the sword and thought about it.
What a pity, this is Xuan Yao's natal sword, and it can't be separated. Even if it can be divided, there are only twelve handles, which is not enough for so many people.
However, the craftsman who made them is here.
So, Hu Qing woke up and met his eyes.
Frightened, thinking it was a nightmare, he hugged the quilt tightly: "What are you doing?"
Leng Ruo crawled over to her affectionately and hugged her arm: "Auntie~"
Hu Qing shivered for a while, Shuanghua, come and take care of your apprentice!
"Auntie, can you help me get a sword?" Leng Ruohu opened his eyes.
Hu Qing's eyelids twitched when she was suddenly slapped, and he pushed her away with one finger: "That's it. This is what you are all for - get out of here."
Young men and young women jump on other people's beds in broad daylight.
Pushing a circle of people away, Hu Qing slapped the quilt in disgust.
"It's not just about making a sword. What's the problem? It's worth your while to keep an eye on me. Come up with the materials and the composition yourself. When you're ready, I'll make it for you."
She wanted to refine weapons anyway, so she just happened to be practicing her hands.
Hu Nuan said: "Mom, Master and the others want it too."
"Same. I accepted the order, and the crafting fee is free of charge. I provide the materials and ideas myself."
Yay, a crowd cheered.
After running out to report the good news, Hu Nuan ran out of the door and came back, took out a wad of something and said, "Mom, if it's broken, do it again."
Hu Qing took a closer look and raised his eyebrows: "Hu Xiaonuan, how about a flower basket and you can play it into a ball for me?"
Hu Nuan pouted: "Where is it? I took the flower basket to catch shrimps, but it was damaged by those shrimps."
I don’t know what kind of shrimp it is. It’s so small that it hurts my hand when it hits it.
Hu Qing let her go upset: "Go find your master."
Hu Nuan smiled and said: "Mom, don't be angry. I have great swordsmanship, do you want to see it?"
Huan Dacheng, I think you are very shameless.
Hu Nuan insisted on competing with her, as if he was eager to graduate.
Hu Qing couldn't displease her, so she had no choice but to pull him outside.
"Mom, it's not about spiritual power, just sword moves."
Hu Qing nodded, turned his fingers, and shook hands with a white kiss: "Hurry up."
Hu Nuan remained motionless: "Mom, what do you think I want to say?"
Hu Qing smiled: "I don't know what you want to say, but I know what I want to say: Get out."
Hu Nuan was speechless: "Mom, I don't have my natal sword yet."
Hu Qing was stunned.
Hu Nuan complained: "You made twelve magic swords for Xuan Yao in one go. My dear daughter doesn't even have a natal sword."
Well, in that case, Hu Nuan's natal weapon is the ice-breaking stick and sword - there really isn't one!
Looking at her expression, Hu Nuan sneered: "She also said she loves me the most."
Oh, emotional kidnapping?
Hu Qing sneered, shook the white kiss, and the thin round sword trembled like a snake: "Come on, defeat your mother, and you will love me from now on."
Hu Nuan was stunned, no, how to settle this account? I feel like you are tricking me.
Hua, Hu Qingqing stepped forward, the sword tip connected, and a cluster of silver light shone like a hydrangea. It was difficult to distinguish the true and false, and locked on Hu Nuan's chest.
Hu Huahua, Hu Zhuzhu, Hu Caicai and Xuan Yao, who had no master to report the good news, stretched out their hands at the same time, really fighting?
Hu Nuan also imitated Hu Qing's look and smiled sideways. His body flashed and turned into a swirling snowflake that dispersed, easily deflecting the attack.
