There is no shortage of sword hall, Luo Xingchen went to the sword king hall again on the second day to inquire about the result of the inquiry.
I saw Chu Tingxuan, on the table, there was a mirror with both sides.
The mirror is framed by ancient wood, like a phantom mirror.
Luo Xingchen glanced at this kind of thing, his heartbeat accelerated and his fists clenched.
At the beginning, two of those warriors sent him back. It was this mirror that allowed him to see the process of his mother's tragic death.
Chu Tingxuan saw that there was something wrong with their expressions, so he scratched his head and said in amazement: "How do you know that I haven't found anything, then you don't have to be so angry."
Luo Xingchen tried to calm down, his expression unchanged, and said seriously: "I know, what is the result?"
"Oh..." Chu Tingxuan sighed softly, "I have searched dozens of intermediate planes nearby, and there is no record of these three kinds of spiritual beings. They are really too rare, and it is difficult to find them. ."
Then, Chu Tingxuan turned around and said: "However, you asked me to find news about Qi Tai'an and three people. I seem to have found some. Ren Fengliu seemed to have returned to the Eastern Holy Heaven once a year ago, but soon Going again, they have strict rules, no one will let the romantics go, you can go to the Eastern Holy Heaven to try, and the Heavenly Form Sect, you can also try.
If they can really help you, with their close intelligence network, maybe it will be more effective than my method. "
Luo Xingchen nodded immediately, and without further ado, he was going to leave here immediately and go to Dongque Continent.
Luo Xingchen didn't dare to neglect, he didn't stop, he left, naturally he wanted to say goodbye to everyone first.
The first thing he thought of was Yue Wushuang.
He quickly went to Yue Wushuang's residence, opened the door, and walked in.
"Brother Luo!"
Before he stepped into half a step, a hurried cry came from behind him.
Luo Xingchen turned his head, frowned, and said condensedly: "What's the matter?"
A person behind him, with blood on his mouth, clutching his chest, seemed to be seriously injured!
"Brother Luo, something has happened! Some of our brothers were going to the Sword Hall to choose some sword repair secrets to practice, but on the way, they met a few core disciples who just came out of the Sword Hall!"
Speaking of this, the young man gritted his teeth, furious, and said angrily: "They ridiculed us as inferior people, saying that we are not worthy to practice the secrets of the sword hall!
One of our brothers couldn't stand it, so we quarreled with them and scolded him for his arrogance.
As a result, they took the opportunity to get angry and attack us!
Two brothers were killed directly! Two more were abandoned. I tried my best to escape. Fortunately, I ran into brother Qi Lin, who was unparalleled in his swordsmanship and stopped those people strongly! "
Luo Xingchen clenched his fists and was a little angry: "Huh, didn't I tell you, I want to go out with my father, or Uncle Shen and the others?"
The young man looked ugly and a little ashamed. He bowed his head and said, "My father has something to go out. The God of War is practicing in retreat. We didn't want to bother. I wanted to go to the Sword Hall. It should be fine. Who knows that they are so arrogant."
Luo Xingchen gritted his teeth and said: "Take me over!"
"it is good!"
So, the two of them flew over and ran towards the sword palace!
Banzhuxiang arrived, and the two saw Qi Lin severely wounded, with shaved heads and blood on the corners of his mouth, and they staggered back.
It's not that he is too weak, but that these people have spent decades cultivating longer than him. One by one, they are either in the spiritual image realm perfection or in the spiritual seal realm!
Two fists are hard to beat four hands, how can you resist the siege of a group of people!
Luo Xingchen glanced at this group of people. The leader was a stern and domineering middle-aged man. He said that he was middle-aged and actually looked very young!
This person was dressed in a red shirt, his eyes were like poisonous snakes, he glanced at Luo Xingchen indifferently, and smiled.
"Hehe... Saint Son? You are here!"
This tone is not only without the slightest respect, but also with a hint of provocation.
The rest of the group of young people also glanced at them with contempt.
Luo Xingchen looked at the four corpses on the ground. It was obvious that the two deposed people just now were dead, and they didn't even have a chance to survive.
Qi Lin looked back at Luo Xingchen, smiled slightly, his face remained calm and calm.
Luo Xingchen walked over, supported him, and whispered softly, "Is there something wrong?"
"Can't die, haha!"
"Okay, step back and let me handle it."
Luo Xingchen slowly pushed Qi Lin away, his eyes cold, condensing bursts of chill.
"Did they provoke you?"
He asked condensedly.
"Oh, yes, a group of hillbillies, who came to take refuge from the lower planes, escaped to us. How about he is not pleasing to the eye?"
The young man in the red shirt is called Yan Hong. In fact, he is at least sixty years old.
However, in this Blade Continent, because of the strong spiritual energy, nourishing everyone, plus his own realm, which is also the late stage of the spiritual seal realm, naturally it is a skill to maintain beauty.
Luo Xingchen smiled coldly: "Humph, it's because of me!"
Yan Hong immediately glanced at him with a look of contempt, and said with a smile: "So smart, admire! Luo Xingchen, since the first day you entered the Palace of Infinite Blades, we have been very unconvinced!
You are indeed an enchanting evildoer, with fierce and domineering swordsmanship. However, after all, you are only in the middle stage of the Spiritual Image Realm. How can you be the son of the Immaculate Sword Palace
We are convinced of Senior Brother Huangqiong, because he struggles all the way, his strength is strong, he can fight half-step Lingyuan, and there is a way to escape in the hands of the real Lingyuan, he has this strength!
And you, the hairy boy, are still young and tender. What if you die? Don't you think that talent can serve as a meal! Do you have the ability to protect yourself in danger
To be the Son, you are also worthy!
What I look down on most is those people who come to eat and drink with a little talent, you are not afraid of insulting the name of the son!
Do you know what does the word "Shengzi" stand for
It means you are better and stronger than all of us!
If half a year later, if you are to represent Wuque Daodian to participate in the Battle of the Son, can you win
What do you use to counter those who might be stronger than Senior Brother Huangqiong
So, I advise you, obediently roll off the seat of the Son! Otherwise, the people you brought, I will be tortured and killed one by one! "
Yan Hong's word Zhuji is full of murderous aura, but he has become a reasonable person, and Luo Xingchen, it seems that he really should take the initiative to resign from the position of saint son.
After listening to Luo Xingchen, his expression was indifferent, the corners of his mouth curled, and he grinned: "I am eating and drinking? Since I came here, I have not been to the Palace of Swords. I have not used the resources here. The ancient swords mean me. Haven't been enlightened, what do I owe you Wukui Temple?"
When Yan Hong heard it, his expression was a little surprised, and his face was a little awkward.
However, he is also an old Jianghu. He stretched out his finger to point at the youth and Qi Lin beside Luo Xingchen, and said casually: "You haven't used it, doesn't mean they haven't used it! Is this different from using it yourself?"
"Yeah." Luo Xingchen nodded indifferently, scanning these people one by one, and said in a deep voice: "Okay-since you have to question my strength, then I will give you a chance. What is your name? You are in the Daofeng Continent. How old is it?"
Yan Hong held his head high, with a proud meaning: "Listen well, my uncle's surname is Yan Minghong. I have understood the meaning of the sword twenty years ago. Now, in the late stage of my spiritual seal realm, the battle can be consummated, the core disciple of Blade's Edge Mainland. In, I ranked third, compared to me, what are you? Can you rank?"
Luo Xingchen shrugged, tilted his head, and began to move his muscles and bones. Without a word, he summoned a sharp sword and said indifferently: "Come on, I'll take it!"
Yan Hong glanced at the sword in his hand playfully, and suddenly laughed indifferently: "Haha... You rebel, this is the Palace of Infinite Swords, you don't use swords, you use swords instead! Are you a spy sent by Xuanjian Villa? "
Luo Xingchen said calmly: "What about swords and swords? There are tens of thousands of martial arts in the world. It is enough to be powerful. I don't think you are so pedantic. I only see this kind of portal. No wonder you are inferior to Senior Brother Huangqiong. , You are far away!"
Yan Hong's face was a little ugly, Luo Xingchen said, as if poking his sore spot, his face was hideous, he gritted his teeth, blushed and his neck was rough, and he shouted violently, "Shut your mouth!"
"Senior Brother Yan, wait a minute, kill the chicken with a sledgehammer, I will go and abolish him now, he is not qualified to fight you!"
Behind Yan Hong, another arrogant young man stepped out and summoned a six-foot long sword. The blade was domineering and dazzling.
His strength is in the middle stage of the spirit seal realm, and he can explode with all his strength, and he can also fight the latter stage of the spirit seal realm.
Luo Xingchen was holding the sword, standing sideways, carrying the sword and swiping it down to draw a silver line. The sharpness of the sword was opposite to the domineering of the sword.
"Hey, idiot, do you think that by defeating a few newcomers who are just getting started, you can look down on the crowd? I'm not what they can compare, you will lose all your limbs!"
The corners of Luo Xingchen's mouth raised, his brows condensed, and he said, "Are you not afraid of the Lord's sin?"
"Oh, originally, I was worried about this, but now, since you use swords and don't need knives, it means that you look down on our sword repairs. Do you think the hall master will recognize you?"
The arrogant young man waved his knife, ready to go.
boom!
He stepped out, causing a violent wind to rag, crushing the bricks under his feet, and rushing towards Luo Xingchen like a storm, out of control!
The long knife was swung up, raised to the top of the head, and with a strong wave, the blade burst out, and the arc light broke through the dome, splitting the air, condensing into a flow of air, and smashed down toward Luo Xingchen's body!
Luo Xingchen calmly held the sword, waved the sword, condensing the soul-splitting sword intent, strolling in the courtyard, and slashed out with a single sword!
"laugh!"
"Crack!"
In an instant, the blade light was torn apart by a terrifying sword energy, the sword energy went straight and cut to the person's right shoulder, from top to bottom, a sword fell!
"what-"
Accompanied by a hysterical scream, an arm separated from the body and fell on the ground. The blood vessels in the wounds seemed to be beating.
He quickly covered the wound, the pain was unbearable, his face was pale and knelt on the ground, the long knife fell off, and he grinned with pain.
Luo Xingchen received the sword without even looking at it. He stroked the blade with his hands, lowered his head, and said indifferently: "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, I just started to learn about the sword technique, and I'm not an expert. sword."
"Luo Xingchen!"
Yan Hong burned with anger, his eyes burst red, he gritted his teeth and sneered coldly: "You don't respect knife repair, you are not worthy of being a saint! You have said it yourself, you are not good at using knives! Grandstand, I see you To win that day was also a shameful means!"
Luo Xingchen curled his mouth and smiled: "Heh, the mouth is on you, what you like to say, but this account is not over yet..."