Qingkui

Three women, one man and one bird gathered around the round table, chatting for a long time, and finally explained the situation clearly.

Wu Qingwan frowned, digested it carefully, and then spoke softly:

"Why are the ancestors of Tie Yong Mansion so domineering... Well, Jing Xun, your phoenix has been snatched away. There seems to be nothing we can do for the time being. We can only follow their wishes and wait until Ling Quan becomes more powerful in the future before we think about it.

We have a solution."

Jiang Yi sat opposite Tang Jingxun. After listening to the story, her expression was strange and a little unconvinced, and she said softly:

"Miss Tang or a mythical beast? This... this..."

Judging from the tone, I want to say, 'Why is this?'

Jiang Yi has the most arrogant personality. She was originally a high-ranking eldest princess, but she ended up being mixed up. Everyone around her was either a genius or a gifted person. Even her closest aunt was much taller than her. She felt so sad in her heart.

The gap can be imagined.

However, Tang Jingxun still regarded Jiang Yi as a golden princess, and was a little resistant to the Phoenix thing. He shook his head and said:

"I am a human being with a household registration in the capital, so I am not some kind of bird or beast. If I were different from human beings, then the damn woman would have definitely taken me away. If she ignored me, she must have thought that without Phoenix, I

Just an ordinary person."

This makes perfect sense. The three of them thought about it and nodded slightly.

Wu Qingwan thought for a while and said: "Well, good fortune and misfortune depend on each other. If the good fortune is too big, if you don't have the strength to hold it, you will lose your life because of it. Now we are all fine, which is already very good."

Jiang Yi sorted out her thoughts for a moment, then set her sights on Zuo Lingquan's left arm. She raised her hand, touched the phoenix relief on the leather arm guard, and asked:

"Is this given by the ancestor?"

Tang Jingxun, as a party involved, knows this best and said angrily:

"It's not that damn woman who gave it to me. She ghosted over me and seemed to have taken something out of my body, so she gave Xiao Zuo a sleeve. But it was Xiao Zuo who gave it to me, and the injury was cured. I'll just take care of this."

Stop scolding her."

Zuo Lingquan didn't want to take Tang Jingxun's things, but with his cultivation level, he couldn't take off the arm guard, so he could only ask with concern:

"It seems to be some kind of phoenix essence and blood. How much did she take away?"

Tang Jingxuan frowned: "There's only a few left. It feels like everyone has been hollowed out. But I don't know what it is. I don't think it's needed. Just take it. Don't forget about that damn bitch."

That’s it.”

Naturally, Zuo Lingquan would not remember the good things about that woman, so he could only nod his head.

Jiang Yi's eyes were a little greedy, she looked at the arm guard and asked:

"What's the use of this thing?"

Zuo Lingquan didn't know either, but he still knew the general usage of the magic weapon. He stood up, faced the door of the wooden house, and tried to infuse true energy.

The arm guard on the arm shimmered with red light, and then the phoenix relief on it seemed to come alive, turning into a solid black and red silk thread, spreading from the arm guard, and weaving a side with flying wings in front of the arm.

Shield with embossed phoenix wings.

The shape of the shield was irregular, and the edges even changed all the time. Zuo Lingquan felt that he should be able to control the shape by himself, but he didn't know how to control it, so it unfolded unsightly.

In addition, with the infusion of zhenqi, several martial arts skills appeared in Zuo Lingquan's mind just like looking at the "Green Lotus Sutra". The ones that can be seen so far include "Breaking the Army" and "Charging the City", and there are still some other methods later.

Viewed.

The arm guard is obviously not an ordinary product, and the consumption is extremely exaggerated.

Zuo Lingquan only had a few breaths of time before the small amount of infuriating energy in his body bottomed out. He stopped pouring in infusing energy, and the shield quickly retracted and returned to the form of an arm guard.

Jiang Yi looked at it eagerly and asked: "How? What is this?"

Wu Qingwan has more knowledge: "It can change its shape and size at will. It is definitely not a spiritual weapon, but it may be a magic weapon."

Zuo Lingquan returned to the table and sat down, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's just a shield, it doesn't look special. There are several martial arts in it, given by the ancestor of Tiedong Mansion, among which I have seen the 'Pojun'

, just by looking at the name, you can tell that it is some reckless martial arts, not suitable for an elegant swordsman like me who uses a sword to seal the throat, and I don’t want to accept this love."

Although Tang Jingxuan didn't understand what he meant, he still said after hearing that the dead woman left something behind:

"Xiao Zuo, don't say that. What kind of favor do you want from her? She took my things away, and giving them to you is not a favor, but repayment with interest. If you don't want it, it will be an even bigger loss. You guys think so.

"

Wu Qingwan and Jiang Yi knew the power of the Iron Head Mansion, the first hegemon of the Nine Alliances, so they naturally nodded to this:

"Yes, if you don't learn, you will be robbed for nothing."

Zuo Lingquan thought about it for a while, and it seemed to make the same sense. He chuckled and didn't say much...

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Thousands of miles away, Mount Yinheng.

On an isolated island in the sea of ​​clouds, the palace is suspended quietly.

The woman in a golden dress sat quietly on the lotus platform. The golden mace and sword were still suspended beside her. This time there was no cloud and mist surrounding her, so she could see her true appearance.

The golden dress on the woman's body is made up of countless golden scales connected together. It looks very much like the dragon scales she saw in the sky last time. Her hair is as long as ink and is not tied up. It is draped directly on her back. There are golden cloud patterns on her hair.

The hair accessories look like they are fairy-like to the core.

The woman's cheeks do not show her age from the appearance, and the proportions of her body curves are perfect. Except for being too tall, there is not a single flaw. She has a more mature temperament, her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her eyes are like spring water, and her whole face is like flawless jade, with a

Thrilling beauty, but the only drawback is that the eyes are too penetrating, with an oppressive power that looks down on all living beings.

As the golden light in her eyes dissipated, the woman withdrew her gaze and said:

"how do you feel?"

The voice was plain and clear, and it actually sounded no different from ordinary people, but completely different from the ethereal being above the nine heavens.

There is only one lotus platform in the palace, and there are no other figures, but it is not without living creatures.

Everything in the world can be born with spiritual wisdom, and the same is true for immortal soldiers.

However, some immortal weapons, after being forged, absorb the soul into the weapon spirit, such as the Coiling Dragon Golden Mace on the left side of the woman.

There is also a kind of immortal weapon. After being forged, it has gone through the vicissitudes of the world, absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, and developed its own wisdom. For example, the green-edged sword on the right side of the woman's body.

The Panlong Golden Mace seemed to have heard the woman's words. The shadow of the dragon surrounding the mace opened its eyes and spoke like a little girl:

"Just like you, a born reckless man."

The woman just smiled softly and did not comment on this difficult-to-distinguish remark.

The phantom of the golden dragon left its body and turned into a long dragon, hovering at the top of the hall:

"Although my skills are too shallow, the last time I fought alongside him, my fighting spirit of advancing without retreating and looking down on the common people had the shadow of your past. It was really memorable for Long~"

The woman was silent for a moment, probably thinking back to the days when she was refining her Qi, and how she and a little female snake fought through the wilderness to create a road to the sky.

After a while, the woman said: "You have been idle for too long, and a handful of immortal weapons actually went to join the fight of the Qi Refining monks."

"If Ben Long doesn't interfere, that boy can pick up an iron sword and beat him, but he will be injured more seriously."

The shadow of the golden dragon circled for several times and then said:

"Since you are willing to cultivate, why don't you tell the truth? If you don't surrender the remnant soul of the Nine Phoenixes, that newborn little chicken will have its soul body taken away. If those words just aroused that boy's fighting spirit, it would be really bad.

Raising tigers is a problem."

The woman's expression was dull: "Being under the wings will make people slack; only hatred and humiliation will make people move forward. I will eventually fall into reincarnation. It doesn't matter who kills me. I can't die of old age alone, and there will be no successors."

"

The golden dragon hovered in front of the lotus platform: "Are you going to train that boy as your successor?"

The woman shook her head: "The people who stand at the top are never pulled up by others, so how can they be cultivated?"

"If he is left to fend for himself, if that boy is poached by another sect, wouldn't he be advantageous to outsiders?"

"First tell the news to the Jiumeng. Without giving the real name, just say that there is an extra Qingkui in the Tiedong Mansion. When the other sects make sense of the 'first come, first served' principle, then we can tell the truth."

"Giving someone the identity of the future young master, and not caring about free-range care, does it count as what you people call 'occupying the latrine and not shitting'? What if he doesn't recognize it?"

"I gave him the method of Tiedong Mansion. If he dares to learn it, he must recognize this layer of incense inheritance."

"Oh, it turns out it was pulled."

Bang——

The palace on the top of the mountain trembled, then became silent again...

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