Binding Iron Straight Man System at the start

Time flies, blinking without a trace.

Before I knew it, it was almost time for the Zongmen Grand Competition to be held.

The Zongmen Grand Competition is not only a contest between the disciples, but also a comparison between the major sword pavilions.

The winners will not only get generous rewards, but they can also go to the Sword Tomb to choose a high-quality spirit sword as a reward.

Therefore, it has attracted the yearning of all the disciples, and almost everyone wants to stand out in the Zongmen Grand Competition and make a name for themselves.

It's just that these have nothing to do with He Ming.

He didn't care about any great sect competition, nor did he care about those so-called luxurious rewards.

He just kept swinging the sword day after day.

In just half a month, He Ming's cultivation level broke through again, reaching the middle stage of Condensation Realm.

The only thing He Ming cares about is a little junior sister like Yue Shanshan.

He Ming stood at the entrance of Yinfeng Valley, looking into the distance.

After waiting for more than two hours and still not seeing Yue Shanshan, he could only sigh secretly.

But just when He Ming was about to go back, Yue Shanshan appeared in his sight.

Only this time, Yue Shanshan looked a little more haggard than before, as if she had lost her soul.

"Shanshan?"

He Ming tried to call Yue Shanshan by name.

"Senior brother He Ming, senior brother He Ming!"

Yue Shanshan suddenly ran in front of He Ming, hugged He Ming's body tightly and began to cry.

This made He Ming's half-stretched hand suddenly froze. Looking at Yue Shanshan who was crying in his arms, he didn't know what to do for a while.

After a while, Yue Shanshan stopped crying.

Maybe it was because I was tired from crying, or maybe it was because I vented the grievance in my heart.

Time or both.

Seeing that Yue Shanshan's attitude was gradually calming down, He Ming couldn't help asking, "Shanshan, what happened?"

Yue Shanshan didn't speak, just kept silent.

But it was precisely because of this that He Ming had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Shanshan, what's going on here? If you have any troubles, just say it out. If you keep it in your heart and don't say it, it won't solve the problem at all."

Under He Ming's constant persuasion, Yue Shanshan finally told what happened in recent months.

After listening, He Ming also fell into silence.

He did not expect that so many changes had occurred in just three months.

Yue Lun was seriously injured by the Yin Sha Sect's sneak attack, and the disciples of Feng Jiange's line left one after another.

In the entire Fengjiange, there were only him and Yue Shanshan left.

No wonder she hasn't seen Yue Shanshan recently.

With so much pressure, for Yue Shanshan, a girl who is only 17 years old, how can she bear it.

"Senior Brother He Ming, what should I do?"

"Daddy is seriously injured now, and the Fengjiange sect will soon be disbanded."

"The only way to save Feng Jiange is to win the sect competition this time, but I can't even seal the sword into my body, what should I do?"

Yue Shanshan's body trembled slightly, the pressure almost drove her crazy.

Originally, she didn't want to tell He Ming about these things, but after seeing He Ming, she couldn't hold back after all, and vented all the grievances in her heart.

He Ming patted Yue Shanshan's back gently, and comforted: "Shanshan, don't worry, I'm here, it's fine."

Yue Shanshan shook her head and said, "Senior Brother He Ming, thank you for comforting me, but..."

Before Yue Shanshan finished speaking, He Ming stretched out a finger to cover Yue Shanshan's lips.

"Shanshan, do you trust me?"

Yue Shanshan looked at He Ming's eyes and finally nodded.

"Since you believe me, then at this time tomorrow, if you come to Yinfeng Valley again, I will help you solve all the problems. Now, you just need to go back and take a good rest." He Ming said in a deep voice.

"Well, Senior Brother He Ming, I believe in you."

After speaking, Yue Shanshan left Yinfeng Valley.

And He Ming looked into the depths of Yinfeng Valley.

He could feel it when he broke through before.

In the large formation deep in Yinfeng Valley, the sealer is a peerless spirit sword.

Although it was not as good as his Xinghui Immortal Sword, it was just right for Yue Shanshan.

If he can take out the peerless spiritual sword of the sealer and help Yue Shanshan complete the sealing of the sword into her body, even if he can't participate in the sect competition in person, he can help Yue Shanshan improve her chances of winning a lot.

After making up his mind, He Ming began to go to the depths of Yinfeng Valley.

For the past few months, He Ming has been cultivating on the outskirts of Yinfeng Valley, and this is his first time going deep.

The further you go to the depths of Yinfeng Valley, you will be able to feel the strength of the bone-eroding Yinfeng.

Even though He Ming is already at the Alchemy Condensation Realm, the Bone Erosion Yin Wind has already made him feel a tingling sensation, so that He Ming has no choice but to release the Xinghui Spiritual Qi to isolate the erosion of the Bone Erosion Yin Wind .

After walking for about two sticks of incense, He Ming finally came to the end.

What appeared before his eyes was a secret room made of obsidian.

On the door of the secret room, a line of words was engraved respectively.

The soul of the wind is buried here, waiting for someone who is destined.

"The soul of the wind is buried here, waiting for someone who is destined?"

"It seems that this is what I want to find."

He Ming said to himself, and pushed open the door of the secret room.

Squeak!

As soon as the door of the secret room was pushed open, a strong bone-eroding wind burst out instantly.

However, He Ming was prepared early and did not suffer any harm.

The interior of the secret room is very simple, with only one downward passage.

Going down the passage, a huge altar appeared in front of He Ming's eyes.

And in the center of the altar, there is a blue spirit sword, with the word "wind soul" engraved on the hilt.

Obviously, this is the peerless spirit sword that He Ming wanted to find.

It's just that the wind soul sword was firmly locked by the chain and fixed on the altar.

Just when He Ming was about to step forward, the chain suddenly turned itself without wind, making a rattling sound.

"Ow—!"

A huge green dragon with a length of tens of meters rushed out from the Wind Soul Sword, hovering in mid-air, with a pair of long eyes staring at He Ming firmly, the aura exuding from the whole body was extremely terrifying.

The green dragon kept roaring and swooped down from mid-air, intending to swallow He Ming to death.

Faced with such a horrific attack, even the strong sword infant would have to be enraged on the spot.

But He Ming was just the opposite. Instead of showing the slightest fear, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"interesting."

He Ming sneered, the whole space instantly dimmed, and a blurred blood moon rose from behind him.

The brilliance of the blood moon shone on the Xinghui Immortal Sword, as if wearing a killing cloak.

"Dark Night Blood Moon Break, Slash!"

He Ming swung his sword, and the world changed color.

A blade of blood moon sword energy pierced the space and locked firmly on the green dragon.