Peach Fortune Ring

"thanks for reminding!"

Song Yan said lightly.

"Hey, Brother Song, please take care of yourself, and I will leave first!" Dongfang Yubai sighed again.

"Slow walk without sending!"

"Brother Song, I'm leaving too!" Nangong Yue said with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Go!"

Then, the other dandies got up to leave one after another, and quickly left.

Song Yan's eyes fell on Wei Gong: "Aren't you going?"

"Pooh!"

Wei Gong glanced at the backs of Nan Gongyue and others who left and said, "A group of cowardly fellows!"

"This is human nature, aren't you afraid?" Song Yan smiled.

"No matter how scared you are, you can't do anything without loyalty!" Wei Gong said with a firm expression.

"Very well, I guess I didn't misread you, but you should go back first!" Song Yan smiled even wider.

"But……!"

Song Yan waved his hand: "It's useless for you to stay here, I can feel your heart, from now on you will be my Song Yan's brother!"

"Ah, that's great, little brother pays respects to big brother!" Wei Gong stood up excitedly and bowed deeply to Song Yan.

Song Yan nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, I recognize you little brother, now, you go back, and don't come to me during this period of time!"

"Brother, why don't you stay and help you!" Wei Gong said.

"Okay, staying here with your meager skills won't help you much, but it will cause trouble. After this matter is over, I will teach you some skills!"

Wei Gong wanted to fight again, but Song Yan waved his hand resolutely, and the other party had no choice but to leave.

Soon, only Song Yan was left in the box, and there was no panic on his face.

After his strength skyrocketed, he could already faintly feel his cultivation in the Tribulation Transcending Stage. The feeling that Princess Qingping gave him was that it was only in the early stages of Tribulation Transcending, and hadn't reached the level in the mid-trail Transcending Tribulation Stage.

Even if he is not as strong as the opponent, but he is confident that it is no problem to save his life under the sword of the opponent. What's more, the opponent has an immortal backing him, so he doesn't have one?

Therefore, things are not as bad as Nangongyue and others imagined.

A quarter of an hour later, the Song Mansion.

As soon as he returned to the mansion, Song Yan directly entered the temple.

Now he has not refined the Qingjiao Sword, if he wants to fight against a peerless master like Princess Qingping, it is best to have a spiritual sword that is worthy of Song Yan's cultivation, which will also increase his strength a lot.

"Buzz!"

When Song Yan injected a ray of spiritual power into the sword, the Qingjiao Sword trembled unwillingly, as if it was about to fly away from his palm.

"Humph!"

Song Yan snorted coldly, and suddenly increased the output of mental power, and at the same time, poured a stream of immortal power into it.

Under the pincer attack of powerful spiritual power and immortal power, the weapon spirit inside the sword was directly suppressed without any resistance.

Refining!Refining!Refining!

Song Yan once again increased the output of spiritual power and immortal power.

one day!

two days!

Three days!

half moon!

"Buzz!"

Half a month passed, and the Qingjiao Sword in his hand trembled happily. At this moment, Song Yan finally completely refined the Ninth Grade Spirit Sword.

With a move in his heart, the Green Flood Sword directly transformed into a three-foot-long sword.

With a light wave, a crack was cut in the void.

"it is good!"

Song Yan couldn't help praising that, although this sword is not as good as the Mo Hei Sword, its potential is stronger than that of the Mo Hei Sword. If it is often tempered with the power of immortality, it may have the possibility of being promoted to a quasi-immortal weapon.

Mind a move.

Song Yan left the temple.

Half a month passed in the temple, but it was less than an hour outside. At the same time, when he left the temple, he adjusted the time to a hundred times again, maintaining a thousand times flow rate for two months, which consumed his 100 million best Lingjing really made his flesh hurt, but those five demon kings had already refined all their demonic aura, so even if they were released now, no one would dare to say that they were demon clan.

The night passed quietly, and the news that Song Yan had offended Princess Qingping also spread rapidly that night.

One thousand 330 eight chapters Hongmen Banquet

The next day, Qingping County Lord's Mansion.

"How is your injury?" Princess Qingping was gently wiping her saber, and asked the old servant who was standing bowed.

"The princess doesn't have to worry about it, the old slave's injuries are fine." The old servant bowed again.

"Oh, all right."

The old servant's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "Princess, the detailed identity information of that young man has been collected."

"Well, tell me!"

Princess Qingping had finished wiping the saber once, and started wiping it for the second time. She has been doing this for decades without stopping every morning.

Every time she wiped it, she felt that her connection with the saber became a little bit closer.

"Yes, that young man is called Song Yan, and he appeared in the imperial capital more than two months ago...!"

Princess Qingping listened to the old slave very calmly. Even when she heard that Bei Gongshang's bodyguard had been killed, she did not show any emotion. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly said: "Although Shisan is stubborn, he is my own brother after all, and Siyang is his only heir. I have to take care of this matter. You send someone to the inn to take Siyang away." Bring it to the house!"

"Yes!" The old servant nodded, and continued to tell about Song Yan: "Two months ago, Song Yan was accepted as a core disciple by Phoenix Heavenly Sect."