"Is it because Miss An is here, so Yi Gongzi dares to be so casual?" Zhuo Han said seemingly casually.

Hearing this, An Chenyue was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, her eyebrows bent, her resolute face seemed to soften a little, and when she looked at Zhuo Han, she suddenly felt that the kid in front of her was much more pleasing to the eye.

Zhuo Han touched his head, a little unclear.

"What are you doing here? ”

"Alas, during this time, the Medicine King and they always asked me about this inheritance, but I didn't figure out this inheritance myself, and my head was too big to ask, so I wanted to ask Yi Gongzi for advice. ”

Actually, there is another reason.

That is, since he got the inheritance, the attitude of the people around him has changed, and those who didn't have a good face for him and didn't care about him now come over one after another, show him in every way, and are extremely enthusiastic, and even received dozens or hundreds of love letters in just a few days.

That's a great thing for everyone else.

But for Zhuo Han, it is not.

He has a simple heart, and he only knows alchemy.

Although he often blew up the furnace and made a lot of jokes, alchemy was his only pleasure, only when he was alchemizing, he could throw away all the troubles of the world, and he could ignore all the ridicule and even humiliation of others and not remember it in his heart.

But now, everyone's attitude towards him is abnormal.

This made him not know how to deal with it.

Even the time for alchemy has been greatly reduced.

That's what bothers him the most.

"How long has Yi Gongzi been in this state?"

"It's been three days. ”

An Chenyue, while Zhuo Han was talking, Yi Changqing suddenly moved.

I saw that his eyes were slightly open, as if a wisp of brilliant sword light flashed, and the dew and dust on his body were shaken away in an instant, and then from his body, a white sword light rushed into the sky.

The sword light was like a pillar, rushing into the sky.

The clouds were directly pierced by this sword light, and a huge hole was pierced.

The unprecedented sharp sword intent swept out like a violent wind, and in just one breath, it had already walked around the entire Medicine King Sect.

All the martial artists who sensed this sword intent changed their faces drastically.

"Okay, what a terrible sword intent!"

"It's too powerful, how can I say that this sword intent is also the level of the Upper Realm Dacheng, no, more than that, this is ...... Extreme!!"

"There are thousands of swordsmen in the world, but there are very few swordsmen who can reach the extreme realm sword intent, who is it, whose sword intent is this!!"

"Heh, do you still need to ask? In today's Medicine King Sect, the sword path is all over the sky, and it is possible to have the existence of the Extreme Realm Sword Intent, except for the rumored Yi Changqing, who can cut the tribulation, don't think about it as a second person. ”

Yi Changqing...... It's so scary!"

The masters of the Medicine King Sect were all frightened by this sword intent.

Even some of the Dan masters who were alchemizing were frightened by this sudden sword intent and misoperated, and they blew up a lot of pills.

These Dan masters were shocked and helpless.

They can't figure it out.

How could a Dan Dao god-like figure possess such a terrifying Heavenly Sword Intent at the same time, how did this guy cultivate!

Sword intent comes and goes faster.

Before this sword intent spread outside the Medicine King Sect, it was restrained by Yi Changqing, and in an instant, the sword intent subsided like a tide.

In a trance, it was like a dream.

But some masters know that this is not a dream.

The goosebumps on their bodies caused by this sword intent had not disappeared yet, how could this be a dream? Thinking of this, some masters suddenly made a move, and they swept in the direction where Yi Changqing was.

In the courtyard, Yi Changqing's toes lifted slightly.

Like a fallen leaf, he fell lightly to An Chenyue's side, and said with a faint smile: "You have been working hard to protect the Fa for me in the past few days." ”

An Chenyue suddenly said with a straight face: "The disciple's business." ”

"Zhuo Han, you came to me for something?"

"Yes, it's about the inheritance of Cang Lingzi's predecessors. ”

Yi Changqing waved his hand and said, "I'll talk about this later." ”

Then he looked not far away.

I saw several black dots from far and near, constantly approaching him.

Soon, the men came to the courtyard.

These people, there are middle-aged people with elegant appearances, and there are old men with wrinkled faces, but each of them is filled with a strong sword intent.

"Guys, why are you here?"

"Heh, just now we felt an extremely strong sword intent erupt from here, dare to ask, is the master of that sword intent Yi Gongzi?"

"Yes. Yi Changqing didn't hide it: "The sword intent has broken through, and it has leaked a little breath that has alarmed you, I'm sorry." ”

"Sure enough, it's Childe. ”

A few people were amazed.

Looking at the young man in front of them, they understood that if nothing else, there must be Yi Changqing in the position of the top powerhouse in this world.

Don't talk about sword intent.

How many people in this world can comprehend the true meaning to the extreme?

Besides, Yi Changqing is still so young.

He still has a lot of room to grow, and the future is limitless.

In their eyes, ascension is almost a certainty.

"I don't know if I can give me a word or two. ”

At this time, the middle-aged man who seemed to be elegant suddenly said.

A wisp of sword intent burst out of his eyes.

Most warriors are belligerent, and swordsmen are especial.

And there is an existence in front of him whose sword intent has reached the extreme realm, which makes these few swordsmen who pursue the ultimate of sword intent not be moved.

"Yes. ”

Yi Changqing nodded.

He waved his hand to let An Chenyue and Zhuo Han stay away.

Then, he stood with his hands in his hands, smiling and looking at the elegant middle-aged.

"Mu Feng, I asked Gongzi Yi for advice. The elegant middle-aged Mu Feng pinched the fingers of the sword, saluted slightly, and then took out an iron fan from his waist, and after a closer look, it was not an iron fan, but a fan-shaped sword composed of countless blades, reflecting a chilling light in the sun.

Airplanes......

Mu Feng's figure disappeared in an instant, attacking Yi Changqing.

The fan sword swept, and the sword qi spread out in all directions.

Yi Changqing's sword qi condensed his fingers, and he collided with the fan sword.

Sonorous and sonorous......

The two clashed, and the sound of gold and iron striking like rain hit the plantains.

"Yi Gongzi doesn't use a sword, will it be too big?"

Not far away, Zhuo Han touched his head and said.

An Chenyue glanced at him and said lightly: "Shizun rarely knows how to use a sword, and for him, the sword finger is enough to deal with most situations. ”

Truly.

Yi Changqing's physical body is strong, coupled with pure sword qi condensing fingers.

The finger of the sword is comparable to a divine weapon.

If it weren't for encountering a martial artist whose cultivation was far stronger than himself, such as the Tribulation, he would rarely use the Divine Sword and the Divine Sword Formation.

The sword is enough to deal with nine out of nine opponents in the world.

Now, his sword intent has reached the extreme.

The power of the sword finger is even higher, and there is no need to use weapons.

"One sword, sweep a thousand mountains!"

Sensing that Yi Changqing's strength was extraordinary, Mu Feng no longer kept his hand, he jumped up, and the sword qi around his body swirled, condensed in the fan sword in his hand, and between the fans, countless sword qi swept out like a violent wind.

The sword qi swept the mountains and rivers, enveloping this side of the world.

Seeing this, Yi Changqing saw this, and a sword light spread out from his fingertips.

"Annihilation!"

The Sword of Annihilation swept out.

Just the swept sword wind tore countless sword qi apart.

In the face of this rushing killing sword, Mu Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he only felt that his whole body was locked by the sword intent, and it was difficult to move.

Eventually, the sword light disappeared in front of him.

But Mu Feng was already wet with cold sweat.

"Yi Gongzi's sword path is bowing down to the wind. ”