Everyone in the world of cultivators knows that my cultivation level is low but I can fight

The two men holding swords in front were getting faster and faster, and Qin Mian could only use all his strength to urge the spirit boat to avoid being thrown away.

However, the maximum speed of the flying spiritual weapon is set. No matter how much spiritual power is given, it cannot increase the speed at will like the flying sword.

"When I learn how to stop the sword, I will fly faster than you."

Qin Mian said angrily.

He also felt a little disgusted that he wouldn't stop using his sword.

"Senior Brother Qin, if you don't stop your sword, let me help you."

Ran Changle returned and flew side by side with Qin Mian.

Qin Mian was dubious: "I won't stop the sword because I won't slow down when I stop the sword. How can you help me?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Ran Changle's face: "Don't worry, I have a solution. You will know in two days."

Jianfeng is a steep mountain peak, towering into the clouds, like a sword reaching into the sky.

I don't know if it's due to long-term sword practice, but there is a strong killing aura on the sword peak.

Ran Changle felt that his skin was a little prickly, and his body consciously used exercises to resist it.

Seeing this, Zhuo Zhuo nodded secretly and glanced at Ran Changle again. The junior sister's reaction was really fast. She felt the chill in the air as soon as she arrived at Jianfeng.

Song Rui, who was at the same time as her, was a little injured before she reacted when she first came to Jianfeng.

Sword cultivators are indeed the most involved group of people in the world of immortality. Along the way, there are seniors practicing swordsmanship in places suitable for sword practice.

The three of them came to the main hall of Jianfeng. The master of Jianfeng, Yi Ling, was sitting on the main seat, with his disciples standing on both sides.

Ran Changle took a general look and saw that there were six people in total, including Zhuo Zhuo and Qin Mian. The master of Jianfeng had at least eight disciples, twice as many as the master of Fufeng.

"Master, I brought my junior sister here."

Zhuo Zhuo stepped forward and bowed.

Ran Changle saluted imitating excellence and called, "Master."

"Okay, okay, I said at the beginning that you should come to our Jianfeng due to your qualifications, and now you are finally here."

Yi Ling said with a smile.

Next, Ran Changle served tea to Yi Ling, officially becoming his disciple.

Yi Ling pointed to the disciples on both sides and introduced: "Before I became a master, there were nine disciples, and you were the tenth. These are your eight senior brothers. You also have a senior sister named Song Rui, who was at the same time as you. You should know her. , she has been in retreat recently to build her foundation, so she didn’t come today.”

After saying that, Yi Ling took out a sword. The sword's blade shone with a faint spiritual light. It looked like a high-level spiritual weapon, and he was going to give it to Ran Changle as a meeting gift.

At this time, Qin Mian took a step forward and said: "Master, this sword is only a high-level spiritual weapon. Yuanying will no longer be able to use it. Don't you have a Qingluan sword? That sword is a women's sword. You use it again." If not, how about giving it to Junior Sister?"

Yi Ling was furious and glared at Qin Mian. This prodigal apprentice, the Qingluan Sword ranked fourth on the famous sword list, could be given away easily, and even if it was given to her, could she, a little girl who was refining Qi, be able to control it?

"Although the Qingluan Sword is a woman's sword, it contains a hint of the ancient Qingluan's aura. It is very domineering and cannot be controlled during the Qi Refining period. You can use this Lingyu Sword first, and then use it as your master when you form the elixir. Qingluan Sword is given to you."

"Thank you, Master."

Just as Ran Changle took over the sword, a voice came from outside the hall.

"Master is too partial. I also want the Qingluan Sword."

Ran Changle turned around and saw that it was Song Rui, and judging from her aura, it seemed that she had just broken through the foundation building.

Song Rui walked past Ran Changle and gave her a disdainful look. It took more than a year for a waste to reach the second level of Qi Refining. He may not be able to reach the Golden Pill in his lifetime. He still wants the Qingluan Sword. What a dream!

Song Rui walked up to the front, bowed to Yi Ling, and said, "Master, I have established the foundation. Can you give me the Qingluan Sword as a reward?"

Seeing that Song Rui had already established the foundation, Yi Ling said happily: "Yes, you have established the foundation two months after joining my sect. It shows that you have not been lazy in your recent practice. You deserve a reward. However, if you want the Qingluan Sword, it is still not enough."

"Master, there is a Solid Origin Pill here, which can help you stabilize your foundation-building state."

Song Rui reluctantly took the Guyuan Pill, thanked her, and wanted to say something else.

Yi Ling waved his hand, looked at Song Rui and then at Ran Changle, thought for a while and said, "How about this, whoever gets the golden elixir first, you or Chang Le, I will give the Qingluan Sword to him. How about that?"

This was not because Yi Ling was partial, but because he saw Ran Changle coming with a sword, and he thought she had already established a foundation, but she might have some way of hiding her cultivation, and even he couldn't see her cultivation.

"Master must keep his word."

Song Rui looked at Ran Changle with a proud face, as if the Qingluan Sword already belonged to her.

Ran Changle glanced at Song Rui flatly and said, "Okay, I will listen to Master."

There is something wrong with her dantian, and she may not be able to reach the golden elixir in her lifetime, but Song Rui can't reach the golden elixir either, because she will kill her before then.

The problem of the Qingluan Sword was successfully solved, and there was harmony in the hall again. Each senior brother gave Ran Changle a greeting gift one by one.

Senior Brother Zhuo Zhuo gave Ran Changle two sword pills and said, "Little junior sister, I have nothing to give you. Each of these two sword pills can release a golden elixir-level sword energy."

Every subsequent senior brother gave Ran Changle sword pills, and they still said the same thing.

This made Ran Changle truly feel the poverty of sword cultivators. It wasn't that they didn't want to give others away, but that they didn't have anything else, and some only had the sword pills they refined themselves.

When he arrived at Qin Mian, he gave Ran Changle a box.

Ran Changle opened the box and found a box of top-quality spiritual stones, about two hundred yuan.

This... giving spiritual stones as gifts is just like giving gifts directly to money in the previous life. She likes it so much!

Even if the gift is inappropriate or she doesn't need it, she still has to sell it. But when she sells the gift given by others, she feels sorry for the sincerity of others, and is very entangled.

It's great to give spiritual stones as a gift. She can spend them as she wants without feeling any guilt.

The senior brothers looked at the box full of spiritual stones and their eyes widened. The total number of spiritual stones on their bodies was not that many.

Song Rui's eyes were full of resentment. When she became a disciple, Qin Mian also gave her sword pills, but when Ran Changle came, it was just a box of spiritual stones.

Although her family had many spiritual stones, she did not like the few spiritual stones. However, she was not happy that they were given to Ran Changle instead of her.

Ignoring Song Rui's jealous eyes, Ran Changle put the box into the storage ring and said with a smile, "Thank you, Senior Brother Qin."

Then, he smiled sweetly at Song Rui: "I wonder what the Ninth Senior Sister wants to give me? I heard that the Ninth Senior Sister is the daughter of the Lord of Luoye City, and she must have seen a lot of good things. If I don't recognize what you are sending me, , don’t laugh at me.”