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

Zhang Miaomiao was extremely guilty after being told by Long Yuan.

A sword cultivator who has a divine sword and wants to find another sword is indeed a bit scumbag.

But then I thought about it, if Long Yuan didn't even have the ability to let her fly with a sword, why would she even bother to go to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords to find another natal sword?

It's because his virtue is not worthy of his place!

Moreover, whether she can get the natal sword is still a question, because after Mo Qianxin finishes drawing the teleportation array, she will immediately leave for the devil world. Maybe the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords will not be opened at that time.

Thinking of this, the guilt in Zhang Miaomiao's heart disappeared without a trace in an instant. She hardened up and said, "Although I was right to think so at first, I will go to the devil world in a month..."

"Don't listen, don't listen, you bastard chanting sutras!" Long Yuan covered his "ears", not wanting to hear Zhang Miaomiao's "quibbles" at all.

Veins popped up on Zhang Miaomiao's forehead. She clenched her fists and wanted to hit Long Yuan's head.

Seeing that Zhang Miaomiao was angry, Long Yuan immediately felt sad for the spring and regretted the autumn. He was so aggrieved that he sighed like a little daughter-in-law, "I am sighing at the sword, and I have nothing to do with the scholar! I can still say that the scholar is lazy." . The sword's delay is indescribable!"

Hey, hey, hey, don’t make her look like a heartless man who abandoned his wife who was a loser!

"Hey..." Long Yuan turned his back, his back looking lonely.

He was crying sadly, his body was shaking, and he looked extremely pitiful.

A trace of discomfort flashed across Zhang Miaomiao's face.

Well, in fact, she was the "scumbag" first after all.

Zhang Miaomiao sighed, rarely saying words of comfort.

"Boom...beep..."

"Forget it, I did make a mistake..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"whee?"

Long Yuan changed from the aggrieved little wife who had just been thrown into chaos. He unfolded his fan of swords and made a [-]-degree turn with his attitude. He said, "I agree with you to find another natal sword." .”

"Huh? What?" Zhang Miaomiao was confused. He actually agreed?

Long Yuan couldn't help but feel excited when he thought that another sword spirit would share the work with him in the future.

Their sword spirits will be tired when they help their master fight, okay? It’s not too comfortable to have an extra companion to help!

He, Long Yuan, was not the kind of love-minded sword spirit who wanted to have a vigorous love affair with his master. Besides, he couldn't think of any charming thoughts in front of a female murderer who wanted to cut him into pieces as soon as they met.

He has only one purpose in life - to lie down beautifully!

Let alone Zhang Miaomiao looking for another divine sword, as long as she eats a lot of his spirit stones, Zhang Miaomiao will be fine if she looks for a hundred swords!

"Do you really think I'm that kind of small-minded sword spirit?" Long Yuan said lightly, fanning himself.

These words made Zhang Miaomiao blush with embarrassment. It is she who uses the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman.

"Of course, I have a request." Long Yuan stretched out his hand and made a "one" sign.

"You said."

"It doesn't matter which sword you find, but you can't find that sword!" Long Yuan became obviously excited when he said this.

"Which one?"

Long Yuan gritted his teeth, closed his sword and fan, and said word by word, "Kill the devil, Xuan, Yuan, sword!"

Then you are really too lazy to worry about it.

Do you really think that I am a walking spiritual stone, loved by swords and swords?

Does the Sword God's Sword like me?

Zhang Miaomiao is very self-aware of her own strength. She said, "Don't worry, others will look down on me."

"Fart!" Long Yuan jumped, "I know that grandson too well! He likes you the most!"

"Oh?" Zhang Miaomiao raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why?"

Long Yuan didn't want to say more. When he thought of the sword spirit, he felt angry and itched his teeth. He just said, "In short, we can't have him."

……

I wanted to get more information about Xuanyuan Sword from Long Yuan, but he refused to tell me, and Zhang Miaomiao didn't ask any more questions.

She still had business to do, so she quickly borrowed some spiritual stones from Mo Qianxin, bought a "History of Sword Cultivators", and looked through it.

Before looking for her father, she must first know the life of the owner of her father's life-long enemy, Risheng.

Then he compared them one by one with monks who were of equal strength to him, who also had fused spiritual roots, and who lived to the year before she was born.

Soon, Zhang Miaomiao turned to the chapter introducing Risheng.

In the long boastful words, Zhang Miaomiao briefly and concisely summarized Risheng's life.

It is roughly as follows:

More than three hundred years ago, Risheng was born into an ordinary family in Rizhao Village, Chiyangzhou. His parents’ names are unknown.

When he landed, a ray of golden light came down from the blazing sun at the top of Kyushu, pouring out of Risheng's body. His mother immediately died of hemorrhage and dystocia, and his father soon fell ill and died. At that time, a capable master, called "Master Wuyin", passed by Rizhao Village. He is proficient in magic and can see through the past and present. He made a divination and calculated that the rising sun was the reincarnation of the ancient sword god.

The villagers of Rizhao Village believe that "gods come to the world and corpses are everywhere." Fearing that disaster would come, the villagers of Rizhao Village wanted to bury it on the spot. Master Wuyin couldn't bear the death of the sword god who was born with golden elixir and fused spiritual roots in his body. He led Risheng to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords. After pulling out the Demon-Slaying Xuanyuan Sword, he took him back to his deep mountain Canglang Mountain and taught him personally. .

Eighteen years later, the sun rose from the mountain.

Carrying the famous Demon-Slaying Xuanyuan Sword on his back, he challenged the world as a casual cultivator, but with only a mediocre iron sword, he defeated all the famous sword cultivators and became the number one sword cultivator in the world of cultivation.

Later, due to various incidents of hoeing the strong and supporting the weak, Risheng gained many followers, gathered together and founded the Kunlun Sect.

However, something unexpected happened, and a terrifying wave of corpses broke out in the Cultivation Continent. The corpses continued to grow at an alarming speed, and many powerful people were infected in a short time.

In order to eliminate the powerful ghouls transformed from great powers, Risheng made a plan, drew formations, affixed talismans, and used spirit gathering disks to attract the ghouls. He took out the Demon-Slaying Xuanyuan Sword for the first time, and then introduced the ninety-nine divine punishment thunders to the world, and finally died together with them, leaving no bones.

Soul Gathering Plate...

That should be the predecessor of the sun disk on the gate of Thousand Weapons Sect.

Of course, this is not the focus of Zhang Miaomiao's concern.

The point is, looking at the whole chapter, it seems that there is no opponent who can evenly compete with Risheng at the same time!

Is it true that Long Yuan, who was promised to be a lifelong enemy, is the only one who cares about adultery?

Zhang Miaomiao did not believe in evil, so she read through the whole book for a whole day and night. With big dark circles under her eyes, she finally couldn't help but tear the book in her hand into two halves.

In this "History of Sword Cultivators", not only is there no monk who is equal to Risheng, there is also no other monk with fused spiritual roots.

Help, did she buy a pirated book?

Zhang Miaomiao tore apart the pages of the book with an expressionless expression.

Outside the door, Jun Letian came in excitedly. He shook the newly refined elixir in his hand and said proudly, "Zhang Miaomiao, look at the Qingshen elixir I refined."

Jun Letian originally came here to show off to Zhang Miaomiao. He heard that Zhang Miaomiao also refined a Sleeping Pill that day. Zhang Qiang was so competitive that he wanted to learn to refine a Qingshen Pill before Zhang Miaomiao.

Zhang Miaomiao turned her head mechanically. The dark circles under her eyes and the scraps of paper all over the table frightened Jun Letian.

"Qingshen Pill, yes, I need a Qingshen Pill..."

With that said, Zhang Miaomiao took the Qingshen Pill from Jun Letian's hand and swallowed it in one breath.

"you……"

Before Jun Letian finished speaking, a burst of electricity passed through Zhang Miaomiao's mind. She suddenly woke up and thought of something at the same time.

"By the way, if he never came out of the mountain, no matter how powerful he was, he would definitely not be known to anyone and would not be recorded in the books. He should still be on Canglang Mountain!"

Jun Letian was confused after hearing this, and asked, "What is Canglang Mountain?"

The next second, Zhang Miaomiao seemed to have been drained of all her strength. She closed her eyes and fell straight down.

Jun Letian was stunned for a moment, then carried Zhang Miaomiao to the bed and covered her with a quilt thoughtfully. Then, he took out the "Complete Collection of Elixir Compounds" and murmured to himself in distress, "No way, did I make a mistake again? It shouldn't be, I've obviously succeeded once before …”

He walked out of the door, ready to ask Hua Nongyu for advice.

The red lotus on Zhang Miaomiao's forehead appeared on the bed.

As for the little white snake, Jiu Yue, after absorbing enough spiritual energy, he was able to transform back into human form.

He stood by the bed, looking at the red lotus on Zhang Miaomiao's forehead, thoughtfully.