After giving up on love, the female supporting role dominates the world of immortality

After getting off the boat, Wan Liunian called a direct disciple from the sect and led them to the Guest Peak.

And he took the rather reluctant Evergreen back to class.

The aura that has not been transformed by the Sun Disk is preserved on the Hospitality Peak so that guests visiting the Thousand Weapons Sect can practice here.

After Hua Nongyu saved Wanliunian, she lived in Hospitality Peak for two years.

During those two years, he also planted many spiritual plants on the Hospitality Peak.

I thought that after I left, the spiritual plants I planted would also be cleared away.

Looking at the flowers, plants and trees all over the mountain, Hua Nongyu couldn't help but sigh, "Uncle Wan actually left them behind."

"Yes. Master Wan also told us to learn more about alchemy. We, the direct disciples, now also know a little bit about alchemy."

The direct disciple's name was Lang Feng, who had metallic heavenly spiritual roots. Within the Thousand Tools Sect, which was full of golden true energy, he was young and had already half-stepped into becoming a god.

As he spoke, he also took out the small alchemy furnace he made.

Jun Letian was very surprised, "You still learn to make alchemy?"

It’s not surprising that he was surprised. After all, a sect like the Thousand Instruments Sect and the Alchemy Cauldron Sect specialize in one direction. One sect recruits only wood-type spiritual roots, and the other only recruits gold-type spiritual roots. It is highly discouraged to recommend disciples to study other “majors.” ".

Moreover, even if they want to learn other directions, disciples of the Thousand Weapons Sect should not learn alchemy.

Lang Feng said proudly, "Of course, our current alchemy skills are no worse than those of the Alchemy Sect."

Zhang Miaomiao said in confusion, "But aren't you slapping the Alchemy Sect in the face?"

The Alchemy Sect nearby provided elixirs, and the Thousand Tools Sect also asked its direct disciples to learn alchemy, so as not to give the Alchemy Sect any face.

Hua Nongyu whispered, "The relationship between the two sects is not very good."

When Lang Feng talked about the Alchemy Sect, he was filled with righteous indignation and said, "It's not like the people from the Alchemy Sect are always looking for trouble and always slandering our sect master. Our sect master is such a good person. He forgets to sleep and eat to make us spiritual tools, which saves us a lot of money." The time it takes to transform spiritual energy speeds up our cultivation. Their sect master couldn’t think of a way to make his disciples’ cultivation breakthroughs, and now their strength is not as good as before, so they took the lead and started to slander our sect master. They didn’t even sell elixirs to us.”

Zhang Miaomiao maintained a wait-and-see attitude towards the sentence "What a wonderful person our sect leader is."

She recalled the scene in her dream where Wan Liunian was killing people with a knife in his hand, and it was difficult to associate him with the word "good".

It seems that this Lang Feng is a brainless little fanboy from Wan Liunian. It is impossible to get some secrets from him.

Zhang Miaomiao didn't want to hear Lang Feng continue to brag about how he slapped the ungrateful Danding Sect leader in those years in Wanliunian, so he returned to the residence arranged for him by the Thousand Tools Sect.

She took out Long Yuan from her brocade bag and wanted to ask Long Yuan if he had any memories about Wanliunian or Thousand Weapons Sect.

Long Yuan slept for more than a day. He had had enough sleep at this moment. He woke up leisurely, transformed into a human form, and stretched.

"Why do I feel something stinks somewhere?" Long Yuan, who was stretching, sniffed his cuffs.

What's worse, she just washed her brocade bag and hadn't given Long Yuan a bath yet.

Mainly because she was afraid that if she washed Long Yuan, he would suddenly wake up and turn into a human form. Even without turning into a human form, Zhang Miaomiao couldn't convince herself to be in the same bathtub with him.

Did he have something on him?

Zhang Miaomiao's eyes wandered all over Long Yuan. Suddenly, I noticed that the color of a patch at the bottom of his robe was significantly darker.

Help, that position corresponds to the hilt of the sword!

She just pinched it there!

Her hands ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The expression on Zhang Miaomiao's face could no longer hold up. She took a deep breath and rushed to the small pond in the backyard, scooping up water and scrubbing her hands frantically.

After washing his hands, he still summoned Long Yuan, held his broken sword, threw him into the pond, pulled off an unknown grass by the pond, and scrubbed Long Yuan's sword body and hilt.

Long Yuan was stunned, "Hey! Why are you crazy!"

Zhang Miaomiao said while rubbing, "Don't you feel stinky? I'll help you wash yourself."

"..."

You don't have to.

Long Yuan always felt that Zhang Miaomiao did something sorry for him while he was asleep, but he couldn't ask. Moreover, her bathing skills were really good, so he lay down flat to facilitate Zhang Miaomiao's cleaning.

When Zhang Miaomiao finished rubbing, Long Yuan jumped out, shook off the water stains on his body, and turned into a human again.

He looked at his surroundings and wondered, "Where are we?"

Zhang Miaomiao's eyes wandered, she coughed twice and said, "We are now at the Thousand Weapons Sect in Dinghai City." She still did not dare to tell Long Yuan that she was looking for another natal sword.

"Why did you come to Thousand Weapons Sect?" Long Yuan asked, "But the name Thousand Weapons Sect is quite familiar."

Zhang Miaomiao's eyes lit up, "Did you remember anything about the Thousand Weapons Sect?"

Long Yuan covered his head with one hand and unfolded the knife fan with the other. His memory was a little scattered, but he also searched for something about the Thousand Weapons Sect in the chaotic memory.

"You asked, I really have a lot of impressions." Long Yuan said, "I remember that the Thousand Tools Sect's Ten Thousand Swords Tomb is quite famous."

The light in Zhang Miaomiao's eyes suddenly dimmed, and she said, "Thank you, everyone knows this."

Long Yuan put away his sword fan in embarrassment and recalled it deeply. After a while, he knocked on the sword fan and said, "Yes, my lifelong enemy - the Demon-Slaying Xuanyuan Sword is lying in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords!"

Zhang Miaomiao smiled awkwardly but politely, "Thank you, everyone knows this."

Long Yuan touched his non-existent little head again and said hey, "Everyone knows quite a lot."

Zhang Miaomiao was a little annoyed that she couldn't find any useful information.

She raised her chin, thinking about something.

Demon-killing Xuanyuan Sword, a lifelong enemy...

She recalled that when Long Yuan first introduced himself, he once said that he was the lifelong enemy of the Demon-Slaying Xuanyuan Sword, and his tone sounded quite proud.

At first, she thought Long Yuan was selling melons to Wang Po and was bragging about himself.

But after learning how precious the materials used to cast Long Yuan were and seeing her father in her dream, Zhang Miaomiao really had a hunch that Long Yuan was not telling lies.

When his sword is complete, it may be a peerless sword that can be compared with the Demon-Slaying Xuanyuan Sword.

Even if his sword itself is not well-known, the owner of the sword, his father, should be a swordsman on the same level as Risheng.

Then as long as we look for the great powers who appeared at the same time as Risheng in the history of the world of cultivation, and see who also has fused spiritual roots, wouldn't we be able to find her father? !

But the bad thing is that there are quite a lot of great sword cultivators who have fallen in the world of cultivation and are still alive. When she was taking the sword cultivating culture class, she had been deserting. Now that she thought about it, she really couldn't remember the names of a few of them. !

I can only buy a copy of "The Complete History of Sword Cultivating" to study for a while.

Long Yuan seemed to have realized something. He looked at Zhang Miaomiao and said in a trembling voice, "Did you come to the Thousand Weapons Sect to find a natal sword in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords?"

Zhang Miaomiao was sweating and did not deny it.

Long Yuan was heartbroken, covering his heart and said aggrievedly, "Scumbag! You broke my heart!"