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After hearing the meaning of his words, several people present had different reactions.

Su Hongyi was slightly stunned, and he rearranged Ning Qingqiu's position in Lu Changsheng's mind.

The county lord of Chaoyang was angry, and glanced at Ning Qingqiu hatefully.

The chopsticks in his hand poked at the almond cheese-like snack in the bowl.

Tong Tong ...... silently added a cup of tea to his young master.

Recently, the weather has been dry, and the young master's mood has become a little impetuous.

Let's drink more water......

Ning Qingqiu thought about it for a while, and decided that it was not appropriate to be this "red face and troubled water" that caused the two sides to fight, she took her beloved heart refining sword under the table and placed it on her lap.

Speaking of which, the monk's sword is undoubtedly a very important and private thing for sword cultivation.

Being used by outsiders without asking the reason always makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Ning Qingqiu was naturally unhappy.

But these two people who touched the Heart Refining Sword were all things she couldn't afford to beat.

Thereupon......

Endure it.

Although it's a knife on the head of the word ninja, even if this knife cuts the flesh, there is no way.

Let's grit our teeth and keep trying.

Without strength, everything is an ethereal existence like a flower in the mirror, a pavilion in the sky.

The Heart Refining Sword may be more and more connected with her.

At this time, Ning Qingqiu vaguely felt the grievances and joy coming from the sword.

Aggrieved that he was touched by two "stinky men", the key is that it is still the kind of extremely terrifying monk, it is just a sword used by a foundation monk, and now in the face of such a powerful opponent, ** control and not his beloved master, this feeling is particularly uncomfortable.

Ning Qingqiu felt the same way.

At this time, I was overjoyed.

Just as Lu Changsheng said before, the Heart Refining Sword was originally in a critical period, and with Ning Qingqiu's kendo comprehension increasing day by day, the artistic conception of kendo had begun to brew unconsciously.

Just wait for the moment when the cocoon breaks into a butterfly.

The artistic conception of the sword, that is, the realm of the sword intent of the sword cultivation.

Ning Qingqiu had already touched the threshold.

This is even more amazing than any cultivation talent.

A master who has comprehended the sword intent is a real sword cultivator.

In ancient times, only with one's own sword intent could it really be said to be a sword cultivation.

The others are just pseudo-sword cultivators.

The requirements are not as strict as they used to be.

After all, it was an era when Jindan was walking all over the place, and Yuan Ying was not as good as a dog.

It was the most glorious era in the history of Kyushu.

It was the golden age.

It's been too long.

Everything is a history that can only be infinitely remembered and melancholy for future generations.

The joy on her face was too obvious.

Lu Changsheng was too lazy to talk to Su Hongyi about these things at this time.

He asked her, "What, it's your kendo artistic conception...... Coming to maturity?"

Ning Qingqiu forcibly pressed his excitement and nodded.

The sword intent will probably take a while before it can break through the body.

Refining the Heart Sword, because of the first sword intent tempering, maybe it can be taken to the next level.

When the time comes, add a few rare materials and find a refining master to refine them again, so even if she reaches the Jindan period, she will not worry about not using the sword in her hand.

Su Hongyi was a little interested.

"I just don't know what kind of sword intent you will awaken......"

Ning Qingqiu was also inconclusive about this.

The monk's sword intent is ever-changing, and the list varies.

Wind, fire, thunder, lightning, frost, rain and snow, everything in this world can enter the sword to form a sword intent, and even a person's seven emotions and six desires can become a kind of sword intent, so there are thousands of types of sword intent in this world.

What kind of sword intent Ning Qingqiu awakened, it's really hard to say.

She herself really wanted a sword intent with a relatively strong attack power.

There are two main types of sword intent, one is with basic natural attributes, which is naturally related to the aura attribute in the monk's body, that is, similar to frost sword intent, wind and fire sword intent and the like.

And the other kind of sword intent is undoubtedly even rarer.

For example, attacking the powerful Sword Intent of Destruction.

For example, the sonic sword intent of the king of group attacks, the sword intent of the qin, etc.

And so on and so forth.

What kind of sword intent Ning Qingqiu will awaken depends on chance.

What she comprehended, she was most likely to become that kind of sword intent at the moment when her body was broken.

Su Hongyi said: "My shot is naturally measured, seeing that your sword intent is about to form a prototype, I will stimulate it a little, you see, your heart refining sword, isn't this a reaction?"

These words are simply unreasonable.

You must know that the sword contains the rudimentary form of sword intent, and it is still very fragile, and at this time, careful care is not enough, how can it be like Su Hongyi, domineering at others?

“…… Then I really want to thank you. ”

Ning Qingqiu gritted his teeth and said.

They were all laughing at angrily.

Su Hongyi is very thick-skinned, and she doesn't take her seriously at all.

He smiled and said: "As the saying goes, it is better to read ten thousand books than to travel thousands of miles, this behind closed doors is not a road after all, it is better for us to take this opportunity to travel to Penang, and let Miss Ning refer to it well, and strive to smelt the most satisfactory swordsmanship." ”

"So what?"

Ning Qingqiu saw that he still had a later word, so he also continued.

Su Hongyi's eyebrows were melodious, and she smiled wantonly in the spring breeze.

"So, let's go to the city lord's mansion to recruit sons-in-law, see how powerful the young monks of the land of the south and north of Kyushu are, and see which lucky one can hold the beauty." ”

Ning Qingqiu naturally agreed with both hands and feet.

She originally wanted to join in the fun.

In the blink of an eye, I wanted Ma Xiaoliu to deal with it, after all, entering the City Lord's Mansion did not mean entering the city.

You still have to get the admission qualifications.

Then I saw Ma Xiaoliu, half of his body was about to stiffen into stone.

Her face changed suddenly.

"What is this?!"

Lu Changsheng and the others also looked over.

He said, "Not good." ”

His eyebrows condensed, and he directly picked up a cup of spiritual tea, and the spiritual energy was steaming, and soon the spiritual tea was boiling, becoming a little blue and blue, and the light was as transparent as amber or glass.

Then, a whole cup of spiritual tea was poured on Ma Xiaoliu.

呲呲呲――

The sound was extremely harsh, like boiling water splashing on a person's body.

Or rather, corrosive liquids.

A rich white mist evaporated from Ma Xiaoliu's body.

There's even a tiny drop of water inside.

Blue purple and dark blue staggered, Ma Xiaoliu's stiff body gradually regained its softness, and its normal complexion was revealed.

There was still horror in his eyes.

Ning Qingqiu asked, "What is this?"

I have palpitations.

Lu Changsheng and Su Hongyi said in unison: "Shi Yelan juice, it's him!" (To be continued.) )