I am beautiful alone [Rebirth]

Although Yi Xuefeng's expression did not change, and there was a smile at the end of his eyes, in fact, his hands hidden in his wide sleeves were tightly clenched.

Lord Linfan is the first person in the entire Three Realms to ascend for thousands of years. Ascension is the way of heaven. His son's body was replaced by a lonely ghost. Xu could sense the strangeness.

Yi Xuefeng wasn't sure whether Lord Linfan sent down thunder to frighten his son because of his injustice, or if he realized that he had taken away She Lin Fuyu's body and the thunder was furious and wanted to kill him.

If the former, why did the sky thunder strike straight at his sky cap?

If it was the latter, why did the thunder suddenly dissipate the moment it hit him?

Yi Xuefeng couldn't figure it out no matter what, but now Mr. Linfan was obviously trying to build up his strength, so he didn't bother to think about it, pretending to be calm and pretending to be a tiger, and bluffed everyone.

Nan Zong frowned and stared at the hole above his head, and looked at Yi Xuefeng with some apprehension.

From Yi Xuefeng's point of view, the sky thunder was very strange, but in the eyes of others, it was Lord Linfan who was completely intimidating those who were disrespectful to Xiaoxianjun.

Everyone had different thoughts, and for a while, no one spoke.

It was already raining outside, and the cold wind carried the rain down, wet half of Yi Xuefeng's body who was in the middle, with his head slightly lowered, his black hair sticking to his cheeks, hooked by him. I started to push it away.

There was silence all around, Song Jingsheng and Nan Zong seemed to be considering their words, fearing that if they opened their mouths to offend someone, the next thunderbolt would strike them on top of their heads.

"What a show."

At this moment, there was a chuckle from the window beside him.

Everyone followed the prestige, and at some point, the demon cultivator on the corridor had been lying lazily on the window lattice, with his chin resting on his hand, and he was laughing outrageously.

"I heard that before Immortal Linfan's ascension, he used the blood of the little fairy to identify all the spiritual weapons. Since searching for spells is useless, why not let the little fairy sense with his spiritual sense, maybe he can find it?"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then realized later.

But Yi Xuefeng thought to himself: "Oh, so that was a search spell just now."

Nan Zong's fingers were still faintly showing traces of thunder and lightning, he waved his sleeves with an ugly face, and said, "I don't need Mr. Qingchuan to ask about the matter of my cold Huaichuan."

Mr. Qingchuan said "Oh", as if he didn't understand the meaning of expulsion in Nan Zong's tone, he nodded his lips with his fingertips pretending to be puzzled, and said casually: "The search is definitely useless, what is Nan Zong planning to use? Find the spirit sword?"

Nan Zong gave him a resentful look.

"Lingfan Jun's spirit sword is lost, but you have to search for such an important matter so hastily, could it be..."

When he tilted his head, the magic pupil seemed to be dripping with blood, and the words he said were light and light: "... This sword was not lost in the first place, did you want to swallow it for yourself?"

As soon as this remark came out, Nan Zong, who was already grumpy, took the case and said angrily: "Mr. Qingchuan! This place is not wild, I hope you speak carefully!"

Yi Xuefeng unexpectedly looked at him a few more times.

When he was in the wild, he didn't seem to have heard of Qingchuan Jun.

Mr. Qingchuan laughed loudly, straightened up and shrugged his shoulders: "Okay, you guys continue to use your useless searches to find out, and see if you can find the spirit sword before the end of the Immortal Dao Ceremony?"

After he finished speaking, regardless of everyone's ugly faces, he walked away directly.

Nan Zong couldn't get angry, so he could only stare fiercely at Yi Xuefeng, the culprit.

Yi Xuefeng was weak, pitiful and innocent, so she could only smile obediently.

Song Jingsheng frowned, and said: "Little Xianjun, then I will trouble you to sense the position of the spirit sword with your spiritual sense."

Yi Xuefeng nodded, he knew this spiritual sense.

In front of everyone, he lowered his eyes slightly, his consciousness gradually sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the spiritual power in his dantian flowed towards the meridians in fine detail.

Lin Fuyu's body has just built its foundation, and the sea of ​​consciousness is not vast. After Yi Xuefeng opened his consciousness, he felt that he could see the end at a glance.

And in the sea of ​​consciousness, dense threads came from the void, and fell on the water like duckweed—these were all the countless magic tools left to him by Lord Linfan.

Yi Xuefeng was suddenly a little puzzled, the magic weapons left by Mr. Linfan were all that the outside world could not even spend a lot of money on, any one of them could crush a group of evil beasts into powder, why he could easily die on a fierce beast? What about under the mouth of the beast?

While thinking, he raised his hand to submerge a ray of consciousness into it, and then opened his eyes.

And the moment he opened his eyes, the surrounding plains suddenly shook, but stopped for a moment.

When everyone was still wondering, they suddenly sensed a burst of overwhelming spiritual power roaring from a distance. The power seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and it caused all the clouds and mists in the sky to disperse, drawing a wide long line.

Yi Xuefeng instinctively opened her hand.

In the next moment, a radiant sword came from the distant void and suddenly appeared in his palm, and the wind and waves it brought up directly lifted the entire roof of the front hall.

There was a loud bang, and the front hall was reduced to ruins.

Everyone had already withdrawn and left when they sensed something was wrong, and only looked towards the center of the ruins in surprise after the dust fell.

Yi Xuefeng was still in the same posture just now, standing tall and tall on the spot, but a long sword appeared between her slender fingers at some point.

Song Jingsheng suddenly exclaimed: "Qieyun?"

Nan Zong's face was a little ugly.

Yi Xuefeng shook the sword in his hand, looking at the pattern on the sword with a strange expression.

Cut cloud sword?

Song Jingsheng was stunned for a moment, with a gleam of joy on his face, and thought: "Du Dao Qieyun Jianxin is arrogant, except Lin Fanjun who never gets close to others, this time he was called back directly because of his spiritual sense, I am afraid it is also Lin Fan. Fan Jun's instruction."

The spirit sword was retrieved suddenly, and everyone was stunned for a moment, as if they didn't expect it to be so easy.

Yi Xuefeng held on to the hilt of the sword desperately, and his body's spiritual veins were in severe pain from the impact of the Qieyun sword's spiritual power, which made him a little unstable, but he still forced himself to smile at Nanzong.

He always treats people with a smiling face, and he is used to smiling on weekdays, but in Nan Zong's view, this smile is full of provocation and showing off.

Song Jingsheng said: "Lord Linfan is in heaven..."

As soon as she said a few words, she stopped immediately, and was almost misled by Yi Xuefeng.

She coughed dryly and said: "It will be good to find Qieyunjian, in the way of heaven, it must be under Linfan Lord's protection."

Nan Zong glanced at him indifferently, left the ruined front hall without saying a word, turned around and left.

The disciples who watched the whole process were already stunned, looking at Yi Xuefeng who was holding the magic weapon in surprise, and didn't know how to react for a while.

Song Jingsheng coughed dryly and said, "It's all gone."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly scattered. Before leaving, some people sneaked a look back at the young man.

Yi Xuefeng smiled at Song Jing, and held up Qie Yun: "This sword..."

Song Jingsheng said: "Mr. Linfan specially left this for Xiaoxianjun. Your 16th birthday just passed last month, and you will be going to participate in the Immortal Dao Ceremony in a few days. It's time to have your own natal sword."

Lin Fuyu is also going to the Immortal Dao Ceremony?

The Immortal Dao Ceremony is a grand event in four realms, once every 40 years, it is said to be a grand ceremony, but it is actually a ring for young monks under the age of one hundred to compete in martial arts.

If someone wins the position of leader by overpowering the crowd, he can get countless rare treasures from various sects, martial arts and spiritual weapons-it is not an exaggeration to say that he can reach the sky in one step.

For teenagers, it is a good place to practice and learn from each other.

Yi Xuefeng was startled, and looked at her blankly.

After his spiritual vein was damaged, he never held the sword again, and now he was holding a heavy sword in his hand, which made him feel unreal in a trance.

Lin Fuyu's appearance is extremely good, but she has been too gloomy and unlovable all these years, and now she shows such a childish look, which is surprisingly endearing.

Anyway, Song Jingsheng's motherly heart, which had nowhere to rest, was stabbed.

Song Jingsheng raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said: "You must have used a lot of spiritual power to summon Qieyun just now, and your face is so ugly, go back and have a good rest—Huaichen, help the little fairy go back."

Although Huai Chen was trembling with fright, he still ran over and held Yi Xuefeng's arm tremblingly.

Yi Xuefeng was already unable to stand still, and he didn't move his mind, he nodded slightly at Song Jingsheng, before turning around and being supported by Huai Chen to leave.

After he left, Mr. Qingchuan walked out from the bamboo forest on the side, glanced at the ruins in front of him, and seemed to chuckle.

As soon as he turned around, his figure turned into a black mist and disappeared into the void in an instant.

The next moment, the black mist was swept by the wind and fell on the top of a snow mountain.

As far as the eye can see, it is covered with white snow, the light of the snow is dazzling, and the cold wind passes by inch by inch, bringing a burst of icy and snowy breath.

Qingchuan-kun turned into a human form, walked slowly to the edge of the cliff not far away, and said with a smile as he walked, "Guess who I saw today?"

On the edge of the cliff, a man dressed in black sat cross-legged. He didn't use his spiritual power to block such a strong wind, snow and cold wind, and let the snow fall on him.

His lips were pale, his shoulders were covered with snowflakes, his white hair was hanging on the ground, disheveled by the cold wind, and a few strands of hair were frozen on the ground, and there was only frost on the ground.

Hearing Qingchuan-kun's voice, the man slightly opened his eyes, the scarlet pupils were so weird that they seemed to be bleeding.

"Who?"

This man's voice seemed to be colder than the rocks on the top of the mountain, but Mr. Qingchuan seemed to be used to it, and said with a smile, "Lin Fuyu."

The man closed his eyes again, cherishing words like gold: "Get lost."

Mr. Qingchuan didn't seem to hear this sentence, he sat cross-legged next to the man by himself, looking at the mountains under his feet as small as ants on the hills.

He did not abuse himself like a man, and after using his spiritual power to block the cold, he said: "I have been promoted to Linfan for ten years, and it is rumored that the son left behind is extremely mediocre, ineffective all day long, and arrogant and conceited. , seems to be somewhat inconsistent with the rumors."

The man didn't even frown: "I'm not interested, get lost."

Qing Chuan-jun smiled, and teased: "No wonder Yu Ying-jun always tells you to get lost, senior brother, you really like to say the word 'Get out' to people."

As soon as the words "Your Majesty" came out, the man who had been calm all this time opened his eyes suddenly, the magic pupils were full of hostility, with him as the center, a circle of fierce magic breath suddenly rippling out, stirring up the snow on the ground Fly again.

He raised his hand coldly, grabbed Mr. Qingchuan's neck directly, and said coldly, "Are you courting death?"

Mr. Qingchuan was choked by someone, and he still smiled: "Okay, don't mention him if you don't mention him, why are you still doing it?"

The man looked at him coldly, his murderous intent still undiminished.

Mr. Qingchuan spread his hands, and said helplessly: "I can't mention it, and I can't do it if I don't mention it. Ning Jianzun, your temperament is really unpredictable, and I don't know why the Lord likes you at the beginning... Uh."

After Ning Yu tried his best, Mr. Qingchuan could no longer make a sound.

But soon, Ning Yu seemed to have thought of something, let go of his hand suddenly, and threw Mr. Qingchuan aside.

He said indifferently: "If you don't want to die, just... go."

... Swallowing the "scramble" that was about to be blurted out abruptly.

Mr. Qingchuan was strangled almost half his life, if he didn't know that Ning Yu really dared to kill himself, he would almost laugh out loud.

He touched his neck and said with a smile: "Okay, let's not mention it, let's talk about business."

Ning Yu said: "Three sentences."

Mr. Qingchuan: "This is a big deal. You want me to finish it in three sentences, isn't it too strong?"

Ning Yu said coldly: "There are two more sentences."

Qingchuan-kun: "..."

He took a deep breath: "The Immortal Dao Ceremony of Hanhuai River is just around the corner. Manhuang has only gained a firm foothold in the Three Realms in recent years. No matter what you say about such a grand event, you have to go alone. I have important matters to go back to Manhuang to deal with. You stay here all day long." Suffering from the cold and remembering the bitterness, idleness is also idleness..."

Ning Yu gave him a cold look.

Mr. Qingchuan: "...Let's join in the fun this time, maybe we can catch up with Gui Hongshan's old friends and talk about the old days - I'm going to finish this in one breath, it's just one sentence."

Ning Yu: "..."

Ning Yu breathed out a breath of air, and looked up at Yuan Ri, who was gradually setting in the distance: "What did you go to Hanhuai River just now?"

Qingchuan-kun: "Send something over there."

Ning Yu said: "Three sentences, get out."

Qingchuan-kun: "..."

Mr. Qingchuan Xu was completely convinced, leaving only a sentence "Don't forget the past tomorrow", before Ning Yu got angry, it turned into black mist and dissipated.

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