Cheng Qian has no shortage of swords - there is a wealthy leader of the Fuyao Sect. He has nothing left to pay. It’s no problem to throw one sword after using it. It’s just that Cheng Qian has been on Qinglong Island and his daily experience is just Zhang Dasen and his daily experiences are just Zhang Dasen. He intends to hone his sword skills, but he has not replaced the wooden sword so far.

A sword is not new, but this one is different, Cheng Qian came out at a glance.

He didn't have to think about it, and he knew that this was definitely not given by Yan Zhengming. First, this ordinary and even a bit old sword sheath was not in line with the taste of their senior brothers. Second, as the head Yan's people, he would never be so sneaky to do good deeds. If Yan Zhengming had any good things to give to others, he would definitely show off to his senior brothers with great fanfare, and then hold a hair combing competition and make everyone go around. Whoever serves the old man will give it to him.

The sword hilt is shaped with fine talismans on the sword, which is very complex and amazing, one by one, with Cheng Qian's eyesight that can see the crowd on Qinglong Island, he could not fully understand what talismans it was.

He raised his fingers and tried to touch the sword body, but he stopped before he touched it. Just when his fingers were not half an inch apart, Cheng Qian suddenly felt something in his heart.

 is a cold smell of rust, lingering faintly around the sword, as if the sword itself was alive.

Cheng Qian was puzzled at first, and then he suddenly thought of a possibility, and suddenly opened his eyes wide. There was a dark talisman around the sword!

You should know that dark talismans are the essence of talismans, and they must not be achieved by powerful people who are not born in the world. The only person Cheng Qian has ever been able to use his master to engrave dark talismans is his master, Beiming Lord of the Sect of Ten Thousand Demons.

If you talk about it in detail, even the dark talisman of Beimingjun is not pure, because the carrier is very special, it is his own soul. In fact, it is a powerful talisman technique, but it is actually more like the magic soul cultivator method, and it is not very popular.

There are many people in the world who know talismans and refining weapons, but how many people can add dark talismans around the sword body?

Cheng Qian almost imagined that once this thing was born, it would be a famous sword that everyone would seek but not. But he searched carefully on the sword, but did not look for Jianming.

At this moment, a corner of the note was exposed under the tea tray on Cheng Qianfa's table. Something was soaked on one side of the note. He drenched it a little, and smelled it under his nose, and couldn't help but become more confused - it was a pool of blood.

On the blood-stained note: "The 'Frost Blade' object returns to its original state, and must not be used automatically, remember."

Whether it was the "frost blade" or the "return to the original", Cheng Qian was confused. He carefully checked his room from the inside and finally, a string of blood was released in the corner by the window.

The person who left the sword must have walked through the back window, and the water puddle kept playing in the front yard, and it was normal that he was not disturbed.

Cheng Qian hesitated for a while, considering whether he should tell Yan Zhengming about this matter, but he hesitated several times and reached out to push the door, then shrank back - he felt that the person who left this sword might not be out of good intentions, and this matter did not seem like a good thing.

Cheng Qian has always been a man who reported good news but not bad news. After thinking for a while, he decided not to disturb others. He pushed open the window, jumped out, and quietly chased him in the direction of blood.

He also pointed and gently wiped his eyes, poured his true energy into his eyes. Suddenly, the mountains, rivers and rivers in front of him became alive, and the bloodstains hidden everywhere were clearly visible to Cheng Qian.

I don’t know who the injured person was. I was not fatal, and I was still very energetic. I ran half of Qinglong Island and went straight to Cheng Qian to chase a rock by the beach before my blood was broken.

Cheng Qianxin: "Can you jump into the sea?"

He was looking down at the beach, and suddenly, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart for no reason.

I don’t know whether this intuition is due to the practice of Qi or the frequent fighting, Cheng Qian trusted it very much. He hurriedly restrained his breath and hid himself in the place where he was behind the back.

This time, the opportunity for hiding was very intimate. Almost the next moment, a few masked people fell from the sky and searched around.

Cheng Qian's eyes swept, his pupils shrank, and nothing else - these people were descending from the sword.

He didn't know if Yan Zhengming was touching the edge of the sword. He was not good enough for himself, not to mention that Fang Xiu was taller than him, there were more than a dozen people.

There is no need to guess which way these people are. They walk in the middle of the night to know that what they are doing is definitely not an open and honest thing.

Cheng Qian had not had time to measure carefully. The next moment, a masked man blew a long whistle, and a strange-shaped bird fell down immediately. The bird was more than one person tall, and its wings spread a little larger than the big wings of the puddle, and glided down like a blue sky on its back.

Cheng Qian had already started to sweat a little coldly behind him - he had a senior brother like Li Yun, who was very knowledgeable. He also heard him talk about many strange stories and ambitions. He knew that the bird was called "Living Bird", which was specially used to detect the breath of strange people. Because it could fly, it was much easier to use than a spirit dog.

The living bird is extremely keen and probably has Cheng Qian long ago. After receiving the order, the first thing he did was to scream in the direction where he was hiding.

The good body technique can't escape the sword-controlling technique. In desperation, Cheng Qian quickly took a few strokes around his waist, took out a few small bottles, and sniffed them, then picked up one and sprinkled them on his body. Some things were made by Li Yun for them to play with. Cheng Qian couldn't explain what they were for, he just vaguely remembered that there was one that could hide his body.

"Try your luck." He thought, and then Cheng Qian felt as if he was frozen, his body was numb and could not move.

He felt a lot of pain in his heart, and felt that the blessings that he had to rely on his second senior brother might have to be explained here.

The living bird and the masked man ran quickly towards Cheng Qian, who could not move for a while, but the next moment, they ignored him and passed by him.

Could it be that he did take the potion to hide his body, but he had side effects and could not move?

After his eyes could turn hard, Cheng Qian found that he did not disappear, but turned into a stone.

Although Li Yun's unknown fossil water saved his life, he also booked Cheng Qianjian on site for a whole night. Some masked people came and went, and left until dawn.

Before leaving, the leader looked around aimlessly, and Cheng Qian cleared his eyes. For a moment, he felt that this person was a little familiar, at least his eyes seemed to have passed by somewhere.

When Cheng Qian can move, it is already the end of the day.

Cheng Qian picked it up and put it down several times, and finally used all his willpower to lock this famous sword of unknown origin into the cabinet. When he was locked, he truly experienced the "heart is like a knife twisted", and he wished he could rescue him the next moment and always be with him.

However, there are so many strange things about this. Cheng Qian couldn't figure out who would sneak into his house. He still left such a great magic sword. He had already acted rashly when he chased out the day before. Before everything was clear, Cheng Qian did not plan to make any decision rashly.

Due to the competition, the entire Qinglong Island was coaxed into a group, and even Zhang Dasen and others had no time to find trouble for Cheng Qian. Half a month later, the huge list was engraved on a large stone on the hillside of the lecture hall. The order of the first round of battles had been decided.

There are so many people on the island of Japan. The powerful people with dragons and heads and tails all stood in two rows and wore the same clothes in one row.

It can be said that people rely on clothes. The white clothes in the water fluttered, even Tang Wanqiu looked a little more human--there was only the guardians on the left and right sides of the scripture hall stood on one side, but it seemed like there was a Chu River and Han Realm in the middle, and no one paid attention to anyone.

Perhaps the clothes were too white, but instead they looked like Tang Wanqiu's face was pale. Cheng Qian glanced around her and felt that she seemed to be more unhappy than usual.

When he was about to say that Zhou Hanzheng didn't seem very happy, but he smiled like a mask on his face, but he didn't open the three fans in his hand, knocking his palms all at once and then, his eyes wandering.

Cheng Qian suddenly moved his heart, and he suddenly remembered the masked man who made him feel familiar. It turned out that he looked like Zhou Hanzheng!

But before he could come or think about it, a riot suddenly came from the crowd, followed by deafening cheers. Cheng Qian first began to be unclear, so as soon as he came, all the powerful people on the stage stood up, and only someone called out: "Island! Island is here in person!"

Among them, only Yan Zhengming passed Qinglong Island. For a moment, even Cheng Qian couldn't help but feel curious. He tiptoed slightly and looked at the crowd. Only a team of inner disciples walked through the crowd in a arrogant way. They all seemed like fairies, entering the crowd, coming to the center of the ring, quietly lined up on both sides.

At the end of the team, the true face of Qinglong Island was revealed.

Island is a tall man. If he were to be a mortal man, he would be in his early thirties, with a pretty face, wearing a blue robe with long hair scattered behind him, without a crown on his back, holding a blue dragon stick in his hand, which was a little taller than his entire person.

The island didn't look up very much when walking, and didn't walk very hard. He walked all over the middle of the big ring with an indescribable weak temperament. He then raised his head slightly, glanced at the audience slowly, and stopped for a moment on Yan Zhengming.

This island, which is ranked among the Four Saints, is not only not majestic at all, but is also filled with some indescribable sorrow. He looks like a poor scholar who has lost his food. His eyes swept over Fuyao and sent a few people to take them back. He nodded to the left and right guardians of the scripture hall and got into the seat.

In recent years, Qinglong Island has seemed to be non-existent, and never showed up for many years. Everyone below immediately became excited, but Yan Zhengming frowned secretly: "Strange."

What's strange about this?

Cheng Qian glanced at him and heard Yan Zhengming whisper indescribable ways: "Didn't the island stay in seclusion and never show up when Lianxian City opens? What did he do if he is a mere competition for a disciple of a casual cultivator?"

No one answered him - Han Yuan, who had asked about it, didn't know where he would have gone.

Qinglong Island was a little panicked, and Han Yuan certainly couldn't miss it. He ran to the list early and looked at it repeatedly. Speaking of it, this kid should have beaten him, and asked him to recite it. Life would cost him his life, but these useless things can be remembered. Back, he still had to listen to all directions and listen to the comments of the people with great tongues from the beginning.

Listening to the intentions of some gossipers, Zhang Dasen was vaguely respected among the casual cultivators. Han Yuan was very dissatisfied with him and thought: "My senior brother just doesn't like to show up. Zhang Dahei was cut into pieces by him in private, and he had no shame to say that, these things that didn't recognize Mount Tai.

Suddenly, I heard someone again: "Zhang Dasen? Alas... I don't say it nicely, he is really nothing."

Han Yuan suddenly felt that he had met a soulmate and hurriedly stretched his neck to talk to the person who spoke.

Everyone asked "what to say it", but the well-informed people caught everyone's addiction, so they said calmly: "Look, aren't there ten arenas? Ten winners must be decided respectively. Only then can we, the winners of the lecture hall, be qualified to enter the real Qinglong Island contest and compete with the inner disciples of Qinglong Island."

Han Yuan was stunned.

The man again: "I think, the big guy has been here on this island for more than five years. In addition to some errands, have they ever been there?"

Everyone shook their heads, Han Yuan squeezed forward like a loach, and shouted: "Brother, don't keep it aside!"

The man said "hey" and shook his head: "The resources and qualifications of inner disciples are not comparable to those of us. Besides, I heard that some qualified disciples did not come out for ten or eight years as soon as they were in seclusion in the mountains. They worked hard every day and worked hard to study. At best, Zhang Dasen and Zhang's friend were just the best among us, and met the real...hehe."

He said here, he was in a profound and unfathomable state, shaking his head and waving his hands, and he stopped talking.
Chapter completed!