Oh my God, this is the azure steel mother with the first-class hardness, even if it is a super-grade flying sword, it takes a lot of effort to cut it, but this short blade... Looking at the neat stubble, Gan Ping was dizzy, and hurriedly put the short blade in front of him and looked at it carefully again.

The entire witch tomb is shrouded in a gray mist, making it impossible to see the inside from the outside. Feng Xingyuan, who had been waiting at the entrance of the witch tomb for more than ten days, was sitting cross-legged with his left arm fluttering in the wind. With his eyes closed, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of gloom, and looked at the witch tomb shrouded in gray mist. "Little bastard, it caused me to lose an arm, and there is no hope of ascending to immortality in this life, and it is even more harmful to my hope of the revival of the Iron Gate Sect, I hate it so much..."

Saying this, Feng Xingyuan couldn't help but look up to the sky and roared, and the breath of the errand just now affected the original secret injury, which made Feng Xingyuan even more hateful, he actually suffered a big loss in the hands of this kid in the realm of condensation, if it was spread out, maybe it would attract some kind of ridicule. Just when Feng Xingyuan's eyes were red, there was a sound of breaking the sky in the sky, and he hurriedly turned his head to look.

It was three sword lights, and what made Feng Xingyuan a little shocked was that looking at the sword light, it was actually a second-grade flying sword. Who is here? He is so rich, he is actually a two-grade flying sword, Feng Xingyuan's eyes are full of jealousy and greed, but he feels the strong aura on the sword light, and his eyes can't help but reveal a trace of jealousy. At this time, the three sword lights had already flown overhead, and from a distance, it was actually an old man, the sword light of the driver, and behind him were two young disciples.

This made Feng Xingyuan even more jealous, in his Iron Gate Sect, except for the immortal weapon that filled the façade, the remaining flying sword magic weapons did not exceed the fourth grade, and it was not much better than the mountain and field cultivation. And the two young disciples in front of him, who were obviously middle-level Jindan, actually had a second-grade lower-level flying sword in their hands, and there was fire in his eyes, and he couldn't wait to fly up and kill these three people and take that magic weapon for himself.

However, the old man flying in front of him seemed to feel Feng Xingyuan's blazing gaze and looked at him coldly. Suddenly, it was like cold water poured down, extinguishing all the evil fires in Feng Xingyuan's heart. What kind of eyes is that, cold and ruthless insight into the world, full of indifference, the true yuan drum of the body is even more terrifying, but the two disciples behind him are only the middle level of Jindan, but the cultivation of this old man is actually already a high-level cultivation of the Yuan Shen, just a glance, he was so subdued that Feng Xingyuan did not dare to speak. Feng Xingyuan simply felt that as long as he had evil thoughts again, he would be detected by him, and he would be wiped out with a wave of his hand, and he couldn't help but sweat coldly on his head.

Fortunately, the old man only glanced at him, then turned his head with a cold snort, and a soft sneer came from Feng Xingyuan's ears, "A cripple..." Seeing that a disciple behind the old man was looking at him with slanted eyes, the disdain and mockery between his words were particularly obvious. Feng Xingyuan saw that his eyes were aimed at his empty left arm, and he couldn't help but feel angry and bloody, and just wanted to get up, he couldn't help but see the sign on the disciple's body, and sat on the ground again in shock.

The second-grade flying sword, how fast the speed is, all this is just what happened in the blink of an eye, and before Feng Xingyuan could react, the sword light of the three of them plunged headlong into the thick gray mist of the witch tomb and disappeared. Only Feng Xingyuan was left sitting on the ground, and muttered in his mouth: "Count the Heavenly Sect..."

The gossip symbol on the three of them is the unique logo of the Heavenly Sect, and Feng Xingyuan was afraid for a while, although his Tiemen Sect was a broken household, barefoot was not afraid to wear shoes, and relying on the power of immortal weapons, he did not dare to provoke him. But there are a few big sects that still can't be provoked, and this is one of them. He has already attacked the disciples of Miaocheng Sect, this feud is settled, if he provokes the great sect of Tianzong again, the catastrophe of his own Iron Gate Sect will come.

Thinking of Gan Ping Feng Xingyuan gritted his teeth again, this kid stayed so stable in this witch tomb, and what surprised Feng Xingyuan even more was that the Gan Ping breath guided by the natal Yuan God spell was actually getting farther and farther away from him, and if it continued like this, within a few days, the distance between himself and him would be thousands of miles away, and it would be difficult to find him at that time. If this kid escaped, then his Iron Gate Sect might have to suffer the wrath of the first sword cultivator of the Miaocheng Sect, imagining that terrible scene, Feng Xingyuan couldn't help but shudder, and regretted his previous actions slightly...

The three people of Tianzong in the air flew into the witch tomb with sword light, and the leading old man waved his robe sleeves and covered the two disciples behind him in the sword light, and the three of them instantly turned into one. The two disciples behind him were in amazement, and a cold feeling of the sky spinning came, revealing the empty earth in front of them. Only then did the two of them understand that this witch tomb actually had the power of the five elements of this upside-down space, if it weren't for the master's heart and light sword technique just now, and connected the three people's qi machines into one, maybe the two of them would be teleported to him, and it would be miserable at that time.

Just in amazement, the scene in front of them made them jump, this witch tomb was actually full of spatial cracks, the small ones were bent like crescent moons, but the big ones were as big as the palaces of their own sects, with different colors, exuding a dangerous light. The old man in front couldn't help frowning, "You two follow my sword light, don't fly indiscriminately, there is still an invisible existence in the space crack in this witch tomb, I can't be careless." Hearing the old man's words, the two hurriedly nodded yes.

As a master of the Yuan Shen, the old man's divine sense is naturally extremely powerful, and he released his divine sense far away, probing the situation ahead, and taking the two of them to fly on this empty land, looking at the direction, it is the direction where Gan Ping is.

Gan Ping couldn't help but play with the short blade in his hand, the blade of this short blade was only about seven inches, and the body was dark, and a trace of red flashed at the blade from time to time. The whole body is slightly curved, showing a rather weird arc, the whole is unpretentious without a trace of pattern, only two strange characters at the handle of the knife, Gan Ping thinks that he has a lot of knowledge, and he does not recognize what these two words are.

The handle of the knife was held in an extremely close hand, and it fit tightly with the fingers, but there was no trace of spiritual power fluctuations, and it was impossible to tell what material it was forged. Gan Ping couldn't help but wonder slightly in his heart, wasn't it the legend that the Wu people were extremely tall and powerful? This was obviously the short blade of the witch weapon was so small, it was hard to imagine the scene of a battle when he was actually pinched in his hand.

Imagining a person who actually held this short blade and fought with people as if he was holding an embroidery needle, Gan Ping felt a little chilly when he thought about that scene. He couldn't help waving in his hand, and suddenly a black brilliance flashed, and when he fell, Gan Ping hurriedly stopped waving, and when he waved inadvertently just now, there was actually a feeling of tearing the space, which couldn't help but surprise him.

After looking at it for a while, Gan Ping stretched out his hand to hold the short blade, and swung it violently a few times, bringing a swishing sound of breaking the air, but there was no feeling of tearing the space before. Touching his chin, Gan Ping stood there thinking, and by this time Huo'er had already jumped up and running with a tattered scabbard. The scabbard was no more than two fingers wide, less than a foot long, and it looked dirty, covered with dust and dirt, and it was obviously the short-bladed scabbard in his hand.

I saw Huo'er's happy expression, holding the scabbard and waving it like crazy, looking like a treasure, and finally compared to the gesture to send the scabbard to the mouth to bite, which made Gan Ping startled, and hurriedly snatched the scabbard, and by the way, Huo'er slapped it hard on the buttocks. I don't know how many years this dirty scabbard is, and I actually want to put it in my mouth, I really deserve to be beaten.

Huo'er took this note, flattened his mouth, and hung his head slightly in frustration to think about the pile of things, it seemed that he was addicted to picking up things. Ignoring the depressed fire, Gan Ping played with the wooden scabbard in his hand and kept thinking about it. With a slight movement in his heart, a flame suddenly rose in his palm, slowly burning the scabbard in the fire. Sure enough, the scabbard was undisturbed in the flames, and Gan Ping was even more determined to have his thoughts.

Emperor Yi Qinglong Wood, if it is really this rare sacred wood, is actually used to make a scabbard, so what is the origin of this short blade? As soon as he snatched the scabbard from Huo'er's hand, Gan Ping smelled this strange fragrance, and understood why Huo'er, who had come over to be greedy, coveted this dirty scabbard.