Meng Xuanji left, taking the golden feathers and looking for traces of Ning Chen everywhere.
She wanted to know the truth, and she did feel that something was wrong with the Holy Land's words.
If Ning Chen was a spy, that day, that sword should have killed her instead of leaving a great enemy for the so-called Eastern Divine State.
Moreover, the Hall of Longevity has always wanted to seize the golden feathers, and the purpose is really doubtful.
Others may not know the true power of gilded feathers, but she knows it very well.
The Golden Feather Sword is the number one sharp-edged soldier in the world. It is extremely fierce and can even break the boundaries of space in a very short moment.
She doesn't know how the Eastern Divine State can invade the Four Pole Realm. If the realm restrictions cannot be broken, no one can travel between the two realms.
Comparatively speaking, the behavior of the calamity king is more questionable. Once there is a golden feather, it is no longer a delusion to break through the space barrier between the two realms.
Who exactly wants to open the channel between the two realms, she is really confused now.
Before confirming the truth, she can only rest assured that the gilded feather can only be placed on her body.
The four poles are vast and boundless, except for the four poles, where there is a possibility to hide from people, Meng Xuanji searched for a few days, but did not even see the shadow of Ning Chen.
Meng Xuanji couldn't help but couldn't find it, and neither could the people sent by the various factions in the world. Since the order to kill was issued, Ning Chen seemed to have evaporated from the world, and no one has ever seen him again.
On the contrary, someone found the other two people on the portrait in the southern border, the three disaster powerhouse in cyan clothes and the little girl with the sword on her back.
Half a day later, the six congenitals of the Southern Border factions joined forces to kill the two of them together. However, the result could not be more obvious. The legendary sword of Daxia allowed everyone to see what is called the frog at the bottom of the well and the sky outside the sky.
After this battle, Nanjiang was silent, and no one dared to stop the two of them.
After hearing the news, Meng Xuanji also went to the southern border, but was a step late, and did not see the two rumored people.
What she didn't know was that Ning Chen was actually here too. A black folding fan swayed. It didn't change much, but it was difficult to identify it from a portrait. After a simple modification, the delicacy was reduced, and the heroic was a bit more. .
In the southern border of the four extremes, the folk customs are open, and Ning Chen has been fully aware of it in recent days. In just a few days, he has been approached by many "good women".
"Master, my lady has invited me." A little girl dressed as a maid came over and said crisply.
"Come back?" Ning Chen was helpless in his heart. He knew that he would stick a few scars on it and turn it into an ugly monster, which saved so much trouble.
"Girl, please tell your lady, I have something to do next, and I will visit you another day."
After speaking, Ning Chen walked past the little maid and walked away.
In fact, he came to Southern Border, on the one hand, to find the traces of his predecessors and Aman, and on the other hand, to go to the Jiang family in Southern Border.
He found that the moves on the scroll of the sky and the scroll of the earth each have their own moves, and there is always a sense of disobedience when using a sword.
This is also what he felt when he fought with the innate powerhouse in Tianjiangfu.
There is an ancient family in the southern border, the Tianchen Jiang family, who has been casting knives for generations, using knives, and being good at knives, just so he can verify whether his feelings are correct.
However, before that, he had to raise his cultivation base to the ninth grade, so that he could enter the Jiang family more easily.
In this world, strength is still the most respected, except for the innate who stands at the top, the realm of the ninth-rank and the sky is a rare powerhouse.
If he wants to enter the Jiang family, it is the best choice to upgrade to the ninth rank.
Ning Chen also thought about swallowing two drops of phoenix blood and rushing directly into the ninth-rank realm, but he quickly dismissed this idea.
He can no longer rely on foreign objects to improve his cultivation, otherwise the foundation will be unstable, and it will be too late to regret.
Before going to Jiangjia, he must stabilize his foundation as much as possible and consolidate the cultivation base that has been improving rapidly these days.
Tianchen City is located in the southeast of the southern border. According to rumors, the stars once fell from the sky and smashed into the ancient city. The former emperor of the dynasty took this as an auspicious omen, so the ancient city was renamed Tianchen, which lasted for thousands of years. after today.
The current Tianchen City belongs to the jurisdiction of the Hulei Dynasty, but it is located in the farthest frontier, and the imperial power really does not play a big role.
Ning Chen didn't know that Meng Xuanji was in Mingguang City not far from him, and the two were only one city apart.
The area of Tianchen City is very vast. There is a continuous mountain ridge, and if it is further away, it is a polar region that the world does not dare to set foot on.
After a few days of understanding, Ning Chen found that the reputation of Jiang's family in Tianchen City is not low, even more than the Tianchen City Lord sent by the Hulei Dynasty. The people may not know the name of Tiancheng City Lord, but no one does not know the Lord of the Jiang family. 's reputation.
The head of this generation of generals, who is amazingly talented, stepped into the innate realm at a young age, and supported the gradually declining generals with one hand.
Jianghua, an ordinary and amazing name.
During the few days Ning Chen was in Tianchen City, what he heard the most was the legend about this Jiang Hua, and he almost recited the words of praise.
Of course, among these compliments, there are always regrets in the ointment.
Jianghua has a younger sister, who is sixteen years old this year, but she has never stepped on the threshold of martial arts, which greatly embarrassed the Jiang family.
Women can't practice martial arts, and it's not a big deal in other places, but in a general's family where the style of martial arts prevails, it is an absolutely unacceptable shame.
After Ning Chen heard the news, he was very contemptuous in his heart. He said that there are many strange things in the famous clan, and it is true. Not being able to practice martial arts is a fart, and it will also be discriminated against.
A talented and dazzling elder brother, and a younger sister who is ridiculed and has no martial arts talent, such a combination does have enough topics to make people talk about it.
Ning Chen searched for Prince Yan and Aman for a few more days, and after confirming that the two had left the southern border, he stopped searching aimlessly, found a place inaccessible, and began to cultivate with peace of mind.
In the vast mountains, next to a cliff, the waterfall fell from a very high place, and smashed into the river below, with a roaring sound.
Not far from the waterfall, a plain white figure stood still, merging into the heavens and the earth, and the sword intent circled, looming.
In front, two swords were stuck on the ground, one of dark gold and one of green ink, with a slight sense of the circling sword intent, and trembled slightly.
In the heart, the golden blood of the phoenix spread, flowing through the whole body with the criss-crossing meridians, tempering the former body over and over again.
Ning Chen also sensed the abnormality of this drop of phoenix blood. Apart from helping him stabilize his foundation faster, he hadn't found any other effects.
Those two phoenixes could understand what he said, but unfortunately, he couldn't understand what they said, and he could only slowly explore the effect of this drop of golden phoenix blood. On the west side of the cliff, a little girl who looks like sixteen or seventeen holds a long, narrow and delicate knife every day, practicing at the foot of the mountain, over and over again, for several hours at a time. Sometimes, she does not go back for two or three days. Relying on a little dry food
belly.
Jiang Xin, a persistent and strong little girl, although she has no talent in martial arts, she still works hard every day.
Ning Chen had known for a long time that there was such a little girl practicing swords not far away, and he didn't bother. Speaking of which, he was the latter, occupying someone else's place.
Jiang Xin has no cultivation level, and she does not know that there is a congenital strong person who has stayed here for nearly a month.
In his spare time, Ning Chen would sit next to the two swords and quietly watch the former practice the sword. In fact, the identity of this little girl is not difficult to guess. There are few extreme people in the world, such as geniuses, and a little bit of martial arts talent. no one.
In any case, the little girl's foundation is still very solid. She has practiced the knife for ten years, and every move and every style is very precise and there is no deviation.
After another half month, Ning Chen felt that his cultivation had reached a bottleneck, and his foundation had not advanced an inch for a long time, so he stopped.
The process was much faster than he imagined, perhaps because of the effect of the phoenix blood, it saved him a lot of time.
The little girl is still practicing the knife day after day, sweat wets the long hair on her forehead, a trace of it sticks to her face, she is tired, and she has persistent and unyielding persistence.
With a wave of Ning Chen's hand, two swords were wrapped around the cloth strip on the ground, and then, carrying his back, walked towards the little girl.
"Your heart?" On the west side of the cliff, in front of the dense forest, Ning Chen stopped, looked at the little girl in front of him, and asked.
The little girl stepped back nervously and said, "Who are you and how do you know my name?"
"I'm going to Ning Fan, I want to discuss with the girl," Ning Chen said.
Shaking his head, he said, "Forget it, I'm weak."
"Just once, please, girl," Ning Chen said seriously.
Seeing the serious look of the person in front of her, she didn't mean to laugh at her on purpose, she hesitated for a while, and finally nodded slightly.
"Girl, please." Ning Chen took out the blue ink sword and said sternly.
Returning the salute, the next moment, a snow-white knife light swept across, dazzling.
"Keng"
The first move of taking the lead with a sword, without a trace of cultivation, and evenly divided, did not have the absolute overwhelming potential as imagined.
Don't move sword intent, don't move cultivation, don't use force to oppress people, only the dispute between the sword edge and the blade edge. Gradually, Ning Chen discovered that this little girl is not without merit, at least, the talent for fighting is far from beyond his expectations.
From the rawness of the actual combat to the fierceness at the end, the little girl's eyes became brighter and brighter, dazzling like the stars.
Good seedling, Ning Chen admired it in his heart. He had only experienced this feeling in Fan Lingyue. The absolute fighting talent could not be exchanged for any cultivation technique or experience.
The knife light swept across a sharp snow light, and a trace of black hair fell. Ning Chen took a half step back, clamped the knife edge with his two fingers, and let go of the force. The green ink sword in his right hand tapped the little girl's wrist gently.
Feeling numb, he let go of his hand unconsciously.
"Just go here." Ning Chen handed over the knife and said calmly.