The "Zhan Yun Sword" below was put into the lottery of this sword conference.
The lost sword weapons are not recorded in the Jianjian scroll, they are all famous weapons in the world that can be found. For example, the "Sword of Nirvana" in the hands of Demon Venerable Blood River a thousand years ago will not be included in the scroll of sword observation. And among the sword weapons in this world, there are not many that can be used to support the younger generation.
Tong Guiyu half propped his chin, and asked the servant on his lap to play a game of chess between the two, and said leisurely: "Do you think it may be ranked in the top five?"
What he was talking about was the reforged Ghost Clan Supreme Treasure. Jiang Yinghe calculated in his mind, and said calmly, "Ask knowingly."
Tong Guiyu laughed and said, "You came here for the disciple's sword? Could it be that there are no good things in Jiang Xianjun's private collection?"
Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: "Yes. It's just not suitable for my little apprentice, I think..."
He paused for a while, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "The beauty sword in Tong Xianjun's hand is very good."
Tong Guiyu choked with laughter, coughed a few times, almost choked himself, and then pulled Jiang Yinghe's snow-white sleeve, and said: "It's true that Hongyanjian likes beautiful women, and your little apprentice is indeed stunning. But this is a sword for cultivating emotions! You have been single for a thousand years without a partner, and you still want to teach your disciples to cultivate emotions?"
Jiang Yinghe listened without changing his face at first, but when he heard "I haven't even had a companion for a thousand years", thinking of myself being lonely and widowed for half of my life, not only did I not have a girlfriend, but even the cranes at the door belonged to males. Some of their faces turned black, and they couldn't help but speak coldly: "Is guarding your body like a jade hindering you? Let go."
Just when Tong Guiyu wanted to continue talking, the hand holding Jiang Yinghe's sleeve was suddenly brushed away by a stabbing pain, and he withdrew his hand suddenly, watching Qin Jun, who was listening from the side, wrap up the snow-white sleeve Come back, and then gave him a smile.
... inexplicably makes one's scalp tingle.
I don't know why, Qin Jun's life experience is so miserable that the whole cultivation world thinks that he will not live long, but everyone who has met him feels that he probably will not live long when they meet him.
Qin Jun's iron-gray eyes looked lazy and disinterested in everything, but as soon as he was interested, he gave people a feeling of "my life is over"... respect.
Tong Guiyu's emotional experience is so rich. After being glanced at with such a smile, his whole body became clear, and he suddenly realized something.
, have you heard a story? "
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes to look at him: "What?"
Tong Guiyu took a look at Qin Jun, and watched the "fragile" gray-haired man lower his hand, and put half of his hand gently on Jiang Yinghe's shoulder, staring at his master's fair side chin, then His eyes look as if he has been hungry for a long time and wants to eat.
Tong Guiyu considered his choice of words, and said, "I heard that a pure and pure swordsman like you is most likely to be snatched away by juniors, such as apprentices..."
"Impossible." Jiang Yinghe said bluntly.
He answered so decisively that not only Tong Guiyu was taken aback for a moment, but even Qin Jun felt his heart tremble for no reason, eager to hear the reason.
"With Penglai's training environment," Jiang Yinghe looked serious, "There will be no disciple who deceives the master and destroys the ancestor. If there is, I will be the first to kill him."
Tong Guiyu: "... I feel that what I'm telling you shouldn't be a kind of deception."
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment: "Is there a second kind?"
Tong Guiyu glanced at Qin Jun, then at Li Huanhan and Chang Ye who were not far away, and tried to explain: "For example, um... the kind compared to the Hehuan sect..."
Before he could finish his words, the voice of Guardian He, who was introducing the situation of the sword weapon conference below, was suddenly interrupted, and a sharper, resentful voice was transmitted through the sound amplification technique and spread into the entire venue.
"He Hufa, you look at the sword scroll too biasedly. The younger generation heard that Xuanwei Xianjun's Xuejian Wangchen was made of ice and snow. Can this be called a sword weapon?!"
Tong Guiyu's voice stopped suddenly, and his eyes turned to look down.
Xuejian Wangchen is another name for Wangchenjian, and some people directly call it "Snow Sword". It ranks second in the sword viewing volume. The sword body is indeed made of ice and snow, and the coldness is heavier than the sharpness. Under the mutual nurturing and nurturing with Jiang Yinghe for thousands of years, Jiang Yinghe's temperament has become more and more quiet, and his heart is as calm as water, and the Wangchen Sword has gradually become clear and restrained from the sharp edge at the beginning.
The sound continued.
"Let's talk about the century-old heroes mentioned by Hufa He, Li Huanhan and the one surnamed Qin, they are also worthy of being included in the list? A body of a demon, and a ghost invading the gods, I am afraid that Jiang Xianjun used a panacea to forcibly elevate the realm. ?!"
"The Penglai faction is ashamed to be the leader of the righteous way! Instead of cultivating true sword repair geniuses, they want to improve the physique of these messy wastes. If you do this for the sake of reputation, you won't be afraid of losing the big!"
As soon as this remark came out, there were low voices of conversation between the casual cultivators and other sects below, while the disciples on the Penglai side slapped the table angrily.
Son, the leading disciple walked around, pointing at that person and cursing: "You dog, you are still using Yuanying's sound transmission technique, you are not worthy to lift the shoes of Senior Brother Li!"
"Empty words and white teeth have to frame others, and the realm of panacea piled up has never been on the table. Our senior brother is the one who fights and cuts down the mountain!"
It's just that although the Penglai disciples were indignant, they didn't dare to act rashly because Jiang Yinghe was watching from a high place.
Just when the surrounding discussions became louder, the Nascent Soul cultivator who was among the people came out. He looked like he was still in full bloom, but he didn't know his actual age. He bowed to where Jiang Yinghe was. I don't know where the self-confidence comes from: "Junior Lu Zhifeng, Jiang Xianjun still accepts a promising apprentice, those rags..."
Jiang Yinghe hadn't reacted to the previous few words, but when he said these words, a fierce chill burst out from his body, pressing down from a high place, carrying a light blue spirit wave, covering his head and covering his face fiercely. Pressing down, the coercion mixed with cold air slammed Lu Zhifeng to the ground, and his knees were smashed into the ground.
Everyone's breath was stagnant, and they looked up, and saw Jiang Yinghe, who was talking and laughing happily with Immortal Hunyuan on the Hehuan Tower, raised his hand and opened the curtain on the side of the Hehuan Tower.
That hand was as white as frost, with slender knuckles, and the dark lines on his clothes faintly glowed under the sunlight, but his voice was cold and isolated, making one feel chilly.
"It's not easy to cultivate to Nascent Soul." He said indifferently, "I advise you to spare your life."
Seeing that he hadn't retreated, Jiang Yinghe withdrew his hand and raised his eyes to meet Li Huanhan's looking back.
The two of them don't need to communicate too much, Jiang Yinghe understood what he meant. And in his heart, the eldest apprentice is always gentler than the second apprentice. Although he is angry, he still feels that Li Huanhan has a sense of proportion, and it is really not easy to cultivate to the Nascent Soul.
Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly, watching as Li Huanhan jumped off the Hehuan Tower and landed in the center of the round platform of the conference. With a bloody long sword in his hand, he moved towards Lu Zhifeng in a ritual used for competition between sword repairers.
At this moment, there was heat in his ear, Qin Jun leaned over, stared at him and asked, "Master, why don't you let me go?"
Jiang Yinghe felt the roots of his ears go numb, stretched out his hands to rub his ears, and said logically: "Your senior brother is a gentleman with a good temper, and he will pay three respects to fellow practitioners. If it were you, I would draw my sword just now when I heard someone say the first sentence. How can you rest assured?"
Jiang Yinghe is an authentic Taoist sect and a thousand-year-old sword cultivator. This kind of spirit full of spiritual power is incomparable to ghost cultivators.
great tonic. Even though Qin Jun no longer needed to eat the spirit to stabilize his body, he was still attracted by the aroma and couldn't help but get closer.
Qin Jun wanted to draw his sword, but he simply didn't want to listen to others saying that Master was not good.
How can he let others say something bad about someone who he can't even bear to lick
"The disciple is just..." Qin Jun finally couldn't hold back his hand and touched the black hair next to Jiang Yinghe's ear. At this moment, an extremely conspicuous body threw himself into Jiang Yinghe's arms again.
Chang Ye rubbed against Master's arms, and raised his eyes pitifully: "Master, Brother Li should be able to beat him, right? Master accepts me as a disciple, just, just sympathize with Ye'er?"
Jiang Yinghe didn't expect this little ancestor to think so much, so he reached out and rubbed the top of his hair: "No, it's your natural capital that makes you outstanding."
Chang Ye was obedient and obedient, then calmly pulled off Senior Brother Qin's claws that were placed next to Master's shoulders, and said aggrievedly: "Master, will Senior Brother Li hurt people, even though Senior Brother is very strict with me?" Harsh, but I know it's because I'm his younger brother that he treats me well. If it's someone else... "
It was precisely because of this consideration that Jiang Yinghe let Li Huanhan go, and coaxed the young apprentice in his arms: "Although your senior brother doesn't talk much, he has a good temper. In fact..."
Before he finished speaking, the sound of the sword wind swept across, and there was a sudden silence around the round platform of the conference downstairs, which was originally full of noise, so quiet that even a needle could be heard clearly.
Tong Guiyu on the opposite side took a sip of wine silently, not knowing whether it was for courage or something else, he said cautiously: "Jiang Daoyou..."
"Um?"
"Your apprentice shattered... that monk's Nascent Soul...."
Jiang Yinghe: "... what?"
He froze for a moment, turned his head and glanced at the stage in a daze, and saw that his apprentice was still standing there calmly, there was not even a drop of blood on the blood sword, it was as clean as if it had just been unsheathed, but that The monk named Lu Zhifeng was already lying on the ground without knowing his personnel.
When Jiang Yinghe was momentarily stunned, Chang Ye gently tugged at his sleeve, and said, "This person offended Master, and it's normal for senior brother to be a little upset."
"Yes," Qin Jun seldom spoke for Li Huanhan, "Swords have no eyes, and my brother accidentally missed it in order to save his life."
Jiang Yinghe: "...Is that so?"
Qin Jun and Chang Ye: "Yes!"
Tong Guiyu, who witnessed the whole process from the side: "..."
How careless it is!