Chapter Seventy-Five: Go to Sword Forge City

Before dawn on the second day, Ling Changkong woke up from his cultivation, teased him a little, and then left the courtyard and went to the mountain gate.

When he arrived at the mountain gate, it was already Chenshi, and at this time, Lei Zhenzi and the other five people had already arrived, and Zhao Qian and others were left, and after a while, several beams of glory burst out from the sect, and it was Zhao Qian who led Zhao Yingying and others to come.

"Now that we're all here, let's go. Zhao Qian came to the mountain gate, did not lower the light, glanced at Ling Changkong and the others, and said lightly.

"Yes. Everyone gave up, only Ling Changkong and Liao Wenjie frowned, they are not in the late stage of Xuanling, even if they have a mysterious weapon, they can't fly away with the imperial weapon, how can they follow Zhao Qian and the others?

"Whoa, whoa!"

The other three were all existences in the late stage of Xuanling, but they didn't have the troubles of Ling Changkong and Liao Wenjie, and immediately took out their own Xuanqi and drove it into the air.

"Hehe, I don't even know how to use Edgeworth, and I still want to participate in the Western Competition. ”

On the mysterious weapon controlled by Luo Xiangtian, Liang Mingzhi's eyes were like poisonous snakes, looking at Ling Changkong, and sneering, as if he had forgotten that he could not control the mysterious weapon from time to time, and now he was on Luo Xiangtian's mysterious weapon.

"Changkong, come up, I'll take you. ”

At this moment, Zhao Yingying lowered her sword light, came to Ling Changkong's side, and smiled at Ling Changkong, although she had just broken through to the late stage of Xuanling, she could do it with one more person.

After seeing this scene, everyone looked at Ling Changkong's gaze, and suddenly turned from ridicule to jealousy, especially Liang Mingzhi. He cursed in his heart: "This bastard has taken such good shit luck." ”

"Yingying, you have only broken through to the late stage of Xuanling, how can you carry him?" Gu Wuyan said suddenly.

"It doesn't matter. Zhao Yingying frowned slightly, seemed a little unhappy, and said, "Although I have only broken through the late stage of Xuanling, Senior Brother Gu doesn't have to underestimate me like this." ”

"Of course not, a small distance manning, I naturally believe that Yingying can do it, but we are very far away from Sword Casting City, and we even have to come down to rest halfway, Yingying, you are always a little inconvenient to be alone. Gu Wuyan hurriedly explained.

"Yingying, what the third junior brother said is right, he will be carried by me. At this time, Zhu Mingyu smiled and said.

"Yingying, I'll take Senior Brother Zhu's Xuanjian, in the past, I was able to enter the Qishan faction thanks to Senior Brother Zhu, and I haven't thanked him yet. ”

With a flash of eyes in his eyes, Ling Changkong also smiled at Zhao Yingying, and deliberately said his relationship with Zhu Mingyu so that Zhao Yingying could rest assured.

"Okay. Zhao Yingying thought about it for a while, but finally did not object.

"Come on. Zhu Mingyu also lowered his sword light, came to Ling Changkong's side, and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhu. Ling Changkong bowed to Zhu Mingyu, and then got on the Xuanjian as he said.

"Lei Zhenzi, Liao Wenjie can't control the mysterious weapon, so it's up to you to take it. ”

In the sky, Zhao Qian saw all this in his eyes and didn't say anything, and then looked at Liao Wenjie on the side and said to Lei Zhenzi in the air.

Among the five people selected for the competition, Lei Zhenzi's strength is the strongest, and it is perfect for him to carry people.

"Yes. Lei Zhenzi didn't dare to disobey, lowered his sword light, came to Liao Wenjie's side, and said to Liao Wenjie: "Senior Brother Liao, come up." ”

"Thank you, Senior Brother Lei. Liao Wenjie was not hypocritical, he bowed to Lei Zhenzi, and then got on Lei Zhenzi's Xuanjian.

"Let's go. ”

Seeing that everything was arranged, Zhao Qian waved his sleeves, greeted him, and the Xuanguang around him rolled up, turning into a heroic light and flying away towards the east again.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Zhao Yingying also turned into a sword light and followed closely behind Zhao Qian. Ling Changkong stood behind Zhu Mingyu, feeling the oncoming wind, as if a sharp blade was cutting his cheeks, his eyes were deep, his essence was faintly flickering, and his heart was already full of passion.

Finally, he got his wish to participate in the Western Competition, and he was one step closer to his dream.

On the Nine Clouds Road, a heroic light led the eight sword lights, facing the blowing wind, all the way to the Eastern Ezhu Sword City, they were Ling Changkong and the others.

At this time, Ling Changkong was under the protection of Zhu Mingyu's sword light, and the sharp wind blade had already subsided, and only a wisp of spring breeze blew on his cheeks.

"Time flies, I didn't expect ten ...... to pass in a blink of an eye You've had a good year, haven't you?"

In the package of sword light, Zhu Mingyu suddenly asked Ling Changkong, in the past, he saw that Ling Changkong was pitiful, so he took Ling Changkong back to the Qishan faction, but he knew that Ling Changkong was born with no pulse and could not cultivate, so he immediately put it aside and let him fend for himself, regardless of whether he asked.

"Thank you Senior Brother Zhu for saving my life at the beginning, I'm doing well. ”

Ling Changkong solemnly bowed to Zhu Mingyu, and said to the latter, he has never forgotten when Zhu Mingyu rescued him from the tiger's mouth.

"It doesn't have to be that way, I did it at the beginning. Zhu Mingyu waved his hand slightly, as if he sighed: "As for the past eleven years, if you don't say it, I can also guess that when the sect elder said that you couldn't cultivate, I would abandon you and let you fend for yourself in the sect, and no one can know the suffering, Ling Changkong, you won't blame me, right?"

"Of course not, Zhu Mingyu is a lifesaver for me, as for that matter, it is also excusable, and even with the protection of Senior Brother Zhu at the beginning, there should not be too many changes, and eleven years of rough and tumble, isn't it a kind of growth to have a chorus?"

"Well, that's a good point, but I was shocked that you were able to open up the meridians, re-cultivate, and increase your strength greatly, and win the top five seats in the Western Competition. ”

Zhu Mingyu nodded slightly, and then the essence in his eyes flickered imperceptibly, and said with a smile, it seemed that he just had ordinary words, but it made Ling Changkong's heart froze.

He didn't know if Zhu Mingyu was saying it casually or if he had a deep meaning, but even if Zhu Mingyu had saved his life, some things had to be guarded against.

The essence in his eyes flashed faintly, and then he said: "Speaking of which, this is all thanks to Zhencheng, the old thief, after he took me away, he opened up the meridians for me, so that I can cultivate, and not only that, he also forcibly improved my cultivation with Xuandan, so that I will have such strength." ”

"I see, but Yu Zhencheng kidnapped you in the first place, just to open up the meridians for you, didn't force you to do anything?" Zhu Mingyu asked as if he was curious, but his gaze deepened.

"Nope. Ling Changkong shook his head and said, "But I think he hasn't had time to do anything to me yet." When I was brought back to the cave by him, he first opened up my meridians and improved my strength, and then imprisoned me and went into retreat myself. ”

"I didn't escape until the circle that imprisoned me dispersed on its own, and at that time I found out that Yu Zhencheng had fallen, but what he wanted to do to me was related to his retreat, but this retreat must be very dangerous. ”

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