Mi Tiantai does not gamble, and the accompanying Buddhist sects and ordinary cultivator disciples naturally withdraw together, and naturally they will not go to make up for the cicadas. In addition, there are many cultivators who have nothing to do with Tianzong, some of them feel that they are too strong to look at the limelight from the mountain, and some of the green cicadas are boring, and they have chosen to go to the back of the more than 400 people.

Qing Cicada glanced back and smiled at Su Jing: "Even if only three adults in our group successfully pick swords, there are always more than 100 swords, and Daoist friends need to work hard to win this game." ”

"Thirty percent is less, it is better to count it as everyone can pick a good sword, Su Jingcheng wishes everyone to have something in the sword shrine. Su Jing replied with a smile, saying auspicious words in his mouth, the wings behind his back spread out and flew forward slowly, and he sorted it out after the place where the thunder and the flowers drew the sword indiscriminately: At that time, the two Hun people drew their swords and inserted them back into the rock, but they only did it casually, and did not come from where or where they went. Su Jing was very careful and attributed the swords they had inserted indiscriminately to the source.

After the 'tidying' was confirmed, according to the etiquette of the Middle Earth Taoism, Su Jing saluted the swords again, and thanked the three corpses for their disrespectful crimes.

The series of actions are a little inexplicable, but in the eyes of Qing Cicada and others, it is no different from Su Jing casting a great technique of the Yuan Shen Realm!

There was a commotion, and the young monks were in an uproar.

Returning the sword to the nest, he had to draw his sword, insert the sword Qing Cicada, Gao Yingjie, and Zixiao Shangshang changed their faces at the same time. Everyone understands people, and when they saw Su Jing draw his sword these few times, they couldn't understand it in their hearts: they lost.

'Su Jingcai has a flying sword, which is stronger than the Qing Cicada and the others combined'. The gamble was like this, as long as Su Jing picked up one or two more swords than them when he left the sword shrine, he would win this game steadily.

Lose the baby, lose face. No one will be happy, but at this moment, the 'unhappy' in the chests of Qing Cicada and the others is not worth mentioning at all compared to the horror in their hearts: has Lishan already mastered the means of mining the sword mound? If not, how could Su Jing take the sword at will; if this is the case, Lishan, who is already powerful and incomparable, has obtained the eternal treasure of the sword mound

Lianhuacai didn't care about others, touched his belly with his hand and flattered Feng Qiao in front of him: "After leaving the sword shrine, you can get the winning bet, and the scholar's piece of paper belongs to you." Cough. The fat princess's rag doll is yours too! ”

Akame was furious when he heard this, glared at the red eyes and reprimanded: "No, don't give it!"

Lei Dong coughed, and was about to persuade Lao Cheng to say a few words of persuasion. But when he thought about it, one of the two brothers was a beauty, the other was a baby, and there was no wine and meat to eat, but he had already spoken out, and several people around him looked at him, and it was a little embarrassing not to say anything. simply raised his head and glared at the green cicada, and sneered: "You think it's okay if you lose? Don't look at what you use to make a big hat of 'not violating chivalry' and 'not violating the rules of the door', among the three things, Su Qiang and Su Jing want to kill you easily!"

What is there to say now. The cicada snorted coldly, but he didn't hear the thunderous words. Flying into the sky and heading to the depths of the sword mound, the other monks dispersed. Scatter and find your own flying sword.

It was only because the green cicada wanted to move the 'face of the mountain' that Su Jing would embarrass the other party, and the gambling game itself was really insignificant to Su Jing, so he didn't see any joy on his face, still hiding some sleepiness in his eyes and looking a little confused, urging Tiandu's wings to move forward slowly.

The three corpses each sat behind the statue in the coffin, their eyes in high spirits, their heads constantly turning, squinting their eyes and carefully searching for the sword.

Treasure hunting, this is the skill that Akame sees, and no one in the Eight Desolations can match, and it wasn't long before he began to point out that the sword was better where he passed. But for the time being, it's just 'better', and there is no really good sword in his eyes. ...,

The three corpses of Destiny are all in a hurry, and they can't wait to find the best in the mound immediately, but Su Jing is indifferent, and he flies even more slowly: it is best to find a good sword, but the more important purpose of his coming to the sword mound is to find the reason why the sword mound was automatically closed a while ago, and there may be clues related to the 'Heavenly Impermanence Pill'.

That was Lu Yajiu's only hope of getting out of the predicament.

The spiritual sense is like a tide, slowly spreading in all directions, the spiritual sense is like a mustache, quietly sliding over countless long swords, carefully exploring every inch of the stone cliff Unconsciously Nine days have passed, Su Jing has carefully searched the three hundred miles of sword mound twice, but has not found any abnormality;

Lei Dong and Lianhua were not in the treasure, they were bored waiting on the side, and the two of them got together on a coffin, muttered to each other, and followed Lei Dong to ask Su Jing: "Shall we go around?"

Su Jing didn't stop him, and advised: "Don't draw the sword indiscriminately for fun, and be in awe of the hidden sword in this room." ”

Lei Dong and Lianhua agreed in unison, and the wings of the little coffin snapped and flew away happily

Leaving Su Jing far away, dozens of miles later, according to the coffin, the flowers and the red eyes stepped on a stone cliff, the two dwarves were sneaky, looking left and right for a while, Lei Dong was still a little hesitant: "Su Qiangqiang said not to have fun indiscriminately"

Without waiting for the flower to finish, he shook his head: "What he said is that you can't draw your sword indiscriminately for fun, and we don't draw your sword, on the contrary, we are inserting a sword." ”

As he spoke, Lianhua bent down and sent the hilt of the long sword behind his back into the thunder hand, and the latter no longer hesitated to pull out the 'night practice'.

Tianyuan Qingcicada was a little breathless.

Nine days have passed, and he himself can't count how many times he has tried, but unfortunately none of them can be recognized by the Tibetan Sword, this is something that cannot be helped, no matter how unwilling he is, he can't barely come, and he can only keep trying before the deadline. He had just changed a stone cliff, and when he was looking for it, he suddenly felt a black light flickering not far away, and when he raised his eyes, a long sword was half-inserted in the stone cliff, and with his knowledge, he could see at a glance that it was a really good sword!

The sword light was dazzling, which could be regarded as a 'hint', the cicada took a deep breath, flew to the good sword, reached out and held the hilt of the sword. Immediately overjoyed! Clearly, that good sword was in his hand at the moment!

Ecstasy in my heart!

But before the cicada could laugh, two more joyful, proud, louder, and indescribable ugly laughter not far away rang out first. One skinny and the other fat, the two short jumped out of the hiding rock side by side. The thin one shouted with a strange smile: "Dare thief, dare to steal your immortal's sword!"

The fat one pulled his belly up and down, and simply laughed so much that he couldn't speak.

The green cicada didn't know why, frowning and looking at the two dwarfs: "What are you talking about?"

It wasn't until Lei Dong Tianzun beckoned, and the night practice in the hand of the green cicada automatically flew back to the master's hand, and the green cicada suddenly realized: This bastard stuck his sword in the stone cliff and pretended to be a hidden sword, how could there be such a boring person in this world!

The joy was disappointed and became a laughing stock, and the green cicada was so angry that his handsome face was a little distorted, and the fierce light in his eyes flashed again and again, but private fighting was forbidden in the sword mound. The cicada didn't dare to make a taboo, and left a sentence of 'If you leave this place, you must ask the two for justice!', and left with the clouds.

Thunderbolt reacts quickly. shouted at his back: "If you don't take revenge, I won't publicize it." ”

The green cicada was stunned, and after a little hesitation, he turned his head and said, "I'm too lazy to bother with the two of you, just that!"

Lei Dong hahadaxiao, and inserted the night practice back to its original place, and did not forget to point out again: "Don't stick straight into the hilt of the sword, leave a few inches." Either they don't know the goods and won't come. ”...,

Su Jing didn't even think about what those two people were doing now, he and Akame continued to search for the sword mound.

"There's a sword of wonder, you can't go wrong!, but where the fuck is it?" muttered Akame, his eyes reddening even further.

Spiritual consciousness is all around, and the distant scenes are all in the heart, and the near scenes are even more subtle. Su Jing suddenly turned around and asked Fan Qiao behind him, "What's wrong?"

For the third time, every time Fan Qiao passed by this place, he would show a strange expression. Su Jing asked with his hair back.

The vicissitudes of life man smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed at a sword not far away: "When I picked a sword for the first time." Here it is, this sword. "I was young and in high spirits. The joy of being recognized by the Tibetan sword is still vivid, and although it is very good now, but after several twists and turns, several ups and downs, the sighs in my heart are always inevitable.

Now Fan Qiao's sword was rewarded by Elder Gongye, and it is especially suitable for the spell of the Fire Dao Base. In terms of sword quality alone, it is not inferior to the sword mound hidden sword. Su Jing asked Fan Qiao again: "The sword before is suitable for Shui Xingji?"

After Fan Qiao nodded, Su Jing swooped down with his wings on his back, and said with a smile: "Try it, can you pick it again! ”

Fan Qiao's cultivation of the "Cloud Burning Fish Flame Spectrum", the word 'cloud' at the beginning of the name is not for nothing, this is the fire practice is true, but there is also a water spirit practice. It is far inferior to Su Jing's dual cultivation of wind and fire, but its combination of water and fire is also unique, and if Fan Qiao can refine it into a water sword fight, it will be of great benefit to fight.

Su Jing did whatever Fan Qiao said, and didn't ask much, he came directly to the old sword, and slowly reached out and held the hilt of the sword.

It seems that he still knows the former master, and the long sword makes a clear sound, but that's all, Fan Qiao still can't pull it out of the stone cliff with all his strength.

Fan Qiao shook his head, and when he was about to withdraw his hand, his shoulder sank slightly, and then he felt that a Yang Fire True Yuan that was not too blazing, but pure and abnormal, was sent into the meridians from Su Jing's hand on his shoulder, and slowly moved forward, directly to Fan Qiao's sword-holding hand.

The next moment, the long sword broke through the rock, trembled a few times, and a trace of essence light flashed from the sword's body, and the long sword quieted down Su Jing withdrew his palm, but that section of the pure fire element was not withdrawn, leaving it to Fan Qiao: "Help you stabilize this sword." "A sword may not be nothing, but Fan Qiao is really happy, this feeling is not humane to outsiders, only he knows it in his own heart.

Fan Qiao didn't say thank you, and Su Jing didn't need him to thank anything, and when he was about to volley up again, he stopped his figure again and hugged his fist at the empty air in front of him: "Dare to ask the master, can you be here?"

The air behind Su Jing rippled, and the Divine Light Monk appeared, smiling: "The old man is here, and I have seen Lord Su Shi." ”

The old monk was surprised and praised in his heart. Surprised that he came invisible, although he did not deliberately hide his aura, but it was not something that the cultivators of the fourth or fifth realms could find out, but Su Jing easily found him;

After saluting, the Shenguang monk nodded to Fan Qiao and said, "Congratulations to this donor, who won the first sword." ”

Fan Qiao was slightly stunned: "First sword?"

Su Jing also asked: "In this way, before him, everyone still hasn't got a sword?"

Thanks to the Chinese interest students for becoming the sixth leader of "Ascension of Evil".

There will be a change tonight.,Originally, tonight was going to be a five-chapter outbreak and then join the main plus one chapter.,Six more explosions in a row.。

China's interests, you have taken my life.

Tonight at 0:00, six more in a row, so stay tuned, Xiexie everyone (welcome to your support, is my biggest motivation.) )