I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

Mingchuan snorted coldly and threw the dagger to Chen Shu.

Chen Shu caught it steadily, looked at the flames still dancing on the sword, then looked at the man in black begging for mercy on the ground, his face full of excitement.

This dagger is so powerful. When will he be as powerful as Brother Ziang?

Seeing the light burning in his eyes, Mingchuan reached out and rubbed his head.

"Watch carefully what I do today. From now on, you will be the only one holding this dagger and facing the enemy."

Chen Shu nodded solemnly: "Yes! Brother Ziang, don't worry, I will definitely not let you down!"

"Ah."

Mingchuan was satisfied.

Then he turned around and kicked the men in black: "All of you, get out of here right now! Stop getting in the way!"

"well……"

The four men in black ran away as if they had been pardoned, and didn't even dare to pick up the broken knife that fell on the ground.

The vendors and pedestrians passing by were stunned. The situation was tense just now, but the outcome was decided in an instant. This person's methods were too scary!

"Brother Ziang is so awesome!" Jinwa cheered, holding up his own "Po" sword and following suit. "That move just now! And that one! It was so cool!"

Yaya also clapped her hands and laughed, her clear laughter like a silver bell: "Yes, Brother Ziang is awesome! Even better than the fire-swallowers at the circus stalls!"

Mingchuan smiled and said, "You two are so sweet. Okay, let's not waste any more time here, let's hurry back."

"it is good!"

The three children happily agreed.

Jin Man was walking at the back, and seeing how harmoniously he got along with the children, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth involuntarily.

The sunlight shines on the stone bridge, stretching the happy shadows of the group of people very long.

The flames on the dagger danced in the wind, as if playing a light tune for this satisfying slap in the face.

When I returned to Qingcheng Yufa Sect, the setting sun was dyeing the mountain gate golden red.

Mingchuan first sent the three children back to the cave, watched them carefully put away their daggers, and gave them some reminders on the precautions for their cultivation.

He originally wanted to lead them to start learning the short sword, but unexpectedly, Jinman suddenly said to him: "Follow me."

Mingchuan had some differences, but after discussing it with them, he turned around and followed Jinman away.

"You are quite soft-hearted. You treat all of Cang Ziang's brothers and sisters as your own people." Jin Man walked in front with a smile in her voice.

Mingchuan followed behind and said casually, "Then why don't you just ignore them? That would be too inhumane."

"Besides, they have good qualifications. If they are polished more, they will have a brilliant future."

Jinman smiled and said nothing more.

The two walked through several corridors and came to Jinman's cave.

Outside the cave, there were several red flame flowers in full bloom. Their petals were like burning flames, which matched the aura around her perfectly.

Jin Man pushed open the stone door and said sideways, "Come in."

The cave was simpler than Mingchuan had imagined. There was a jade bottle on the stone table and calming incense burning in the corner.

The most eye-catching thing is a painting hanging on the wall. In the painting, a golden crow is reborn from the fire. The brushwork is sharp and reveals a sense of pride.

Jin Man took something out of the cave and handed it to Ming Chuan: "This is for you."

It was a soft sword with a slender blade and a dark golden color. The scabbard was wrapped with fine flame patterns. It felt slightly cool to the touch, but one could feel the soft spiritual power contained within it.

Mingchuan took the hilt and gently pulled it out, and the sword body popped out with a "hum" sound -

The cold light flashed and it could bend into a beautiful arc like a ribbon!

It was obviously forged from an extremely rare mixture of soft iron and fire spirit gold.

Mingchuan was slightly surprised: "What is this?"

"Liuyun Soft Sword." Jin Man leaned against the stone table, arms folded, and said, "You can't always be empty-handed, right? This is perfect for the sect. It allows you to cast fire spells without being too conspicuous."

She paused and added, "Compared to the Nine Dragon Sword you have hidden, this sword is a little inferior, but it is enough for sparring within the sect or daily training."

Mingchuan's heart moved, that's true.

He held the soft sword and tried it out. When spiritual power was injected into it, a faint golden flame appeared on the sword body, which was in perfect harmony with the "Burning Heaven Art" technique. When he swung it, it was as agile as flowing clouds, yet it retained the intensity of flames!

"Thanks, this thing is not bad." Mingchuan bowed and thanked sincerely.

He really lacked a weapon that could be used within the sect, and this Liuyun Soft Sword came at the right time.

Jin Man raised an eyebrow: "Just a thank you?"

Mingchuan smiled and said, "What thank you gift would you like, Elder Jin? Next time you come down the mountain, I'll treat you to some candied haws."

"Or, are you still thinking about what you told me at the beginning?"

When Mingchuan said this, a teasing smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he approached Jinman step by step.

"There was someone else in the secret realm before, and I couldn't satisfy you. It just so happens that this time there are only the two of us..."

"You, you, you...!" Jin Man suddenly held her breath. She was so frightened that she took a few steps back and covered her chest. "Get out of here! That's not what I meant!"

"I don't need it anymore!"

Mingchuan smiled helplessly.

After Jin Man adjusted his state, he continued to say to him, "After this sword recognizes its master, it can expand and contract as you wish. You can figure out how to use it yourself. By the way, there will be an internal competition in the sect in three days. You should also show up."

"I remember we talked about having a competition before?" Mingchuan asked in confusion.

He remembered that he had been told this news when he first entered the sect.

But he has been busy practicing recently and seems to have forgotten about this matter.

Now that Jinman said this, he remembered.

Jin Man said helplessly, "Has the entire sect been so busy lately because of you? How can they spare any time for a competition?"

"Now that you've finally come out of the secret realm and can rest for a while, the sect competition will naturally be held soon."

Mingchuan nodded. "Alright. However, after we returned yesterday, the Sect Master said he would send someone to investigate the secret realm to see if there was a loophole that allowed demonic cultivators to enter. Is there any news on this matter now?"

Jin Man shook his head: "I'm not sure yet, it should be soon."

"Okay." Mingchuan nodded.

He stood up, holding the soft sword: "Even so, if there is nothing else, I will go back first."

"it is good."

Jin Man waved his hand, his eyes fell on the soft sword in his hand, and a subtle deep meaning flashed in his eyes.

When I walked out of the cave, the evening breeze was blowing through the red flame flowers, bringing waves of warmth.

Mingchuan tightly gripped the Liuyun soft sword in his hand. The warmth of the sword came through his palm, making him feel that under this disguised identity, he seemed to have gradually gained a real sense of belonging.

If he didn't have a grudge against the people of this sect, he might have turned against them.