When the boss is dressed as cannon fodder

Sighed lightly, sat in one place, poured out the contents of the Qiankun bag, and checked everything, there was no amount of spiritual fruits and pills in it, even more spiritual swords and charms, these things were enough to make a small sect The sect has been established.

Put the Qiankun bag into the ring, pick up a spiritual fruit and gnaw it up, and take out the Xiaoyao sword in the ring, I didn't look at it carefully before, but now I look carefully, there is a scratch on the body of the sword , I think it should be the traces of being struck by the sky thunder at the beginning, and later repaired by Shanhai Jianzun, but after all, the broken things will not be as good as before.

Gently brushing over the trace, the sword spirit made a grunt in Lin Chuan's mind, which made Lin Chuan feel good, and said to the sword spirit:

"Why do you still think you are a cat?"

They are all sword spirits, and they still maintain the habit of cats.

Xiaoyaojian trembled slightly because of Lin Chuan's question, as if responding to Lin Chuan, and then asked curiously: "Master, how long have you been in this world?"

The sword spirit returned to this world and stayed in the sword mound without knowing the age. When he first saw Lin Chuan, he thought that Lin Chuan had been there for at least [-] years based on Lin Chuan's age. Since he was a reincarnated baby, he could feel Seeing the strength of his own master, he found that things didn't seem to be the case.

With the talent of the master and the help of that person, it is impossible for 20 years to be the initial stage of foundation establishment, and only then did it realize that things did not seem to be as it guessed.

"One year, when I came here, the original body of this body was seized and died. It was he who brought me back to Lin Haifeng."

Lin Chuan told Jianling about his situation in a short sentence. He believed that Jianling, who had been with him for a long time, understood what he meant, and it was indeed the case:

"Master, do you mean this is not our final world?"

The eyes of the Sword Spirit, who was attached to the Xiaoyao Sword, widened. If this is not the final world, then where is the final world?Will it be in the same world as its owner in the next world?

"The one who took my chance was a man named Feng Qingyang. Although we can't know the whole plot in advance this time, it shouldn't be too biased from what I thought. I have ruined his chance once in the sword mound. Entering the small secret realm tomorrow, I think, the purpose should be to snatch and destroy the opportunity that belongs to him."

"Master, even though that's the case, how do we, who can't read the world's plot, know which are his chances?" Jian Ling understood what Lin Chuan said.

He is not worried about Lin Chuan's current skills. The master has countless defensive spirit treasures. The highest in this small secret is no more than the peak of foundation establishment. Those who cultivated at the early stage of the golden core stage are not at a disadvantage, and with its help, they can hang and beat them properly.

"After entering the small secret realm, follow him and wait for the opportunity. As long as it is what he wants, we will grab it and grab it openly." Lin Chuan had already thought about it. After taking all the treasures, he can stare at the opponent, as long as the opponent is about to succeed, he will grab it.

"But master, he shouldn't be that stupid, if you rob him once, he should be on guard against you." Sword Spirit said.

"I have this." After Lin Chuan finished speaking, he took out a stack of invisibility talismans and Qi-suppressing talismans from the ring and said.

With this invisibility talisman, even a Nascent Soul cultivator can't easily find him, so how can the opponent's current strength find him.

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It's just that Lin Chuan is scheming the other side here, and the other side is also scheming him at the other side, and even though Lin Chuan destroyed the other side's chance, the direction of the plot development has not changed much.

After Feng Qingyang followed his seniors back to Hidden Sword Peak, he was led by his seniors to Forging Peak amidst the laughter of other people. Among the ten winners in this competition, he was the only one who did not get the natal wear in Jianzhong. Jian, was ridiculed by everyone when he came out of the sword mound.

Those sneering, jealous and mocking eyes made Feng Qingyang feel like a light on his back on the way back, and some peak masters even took the opportunity to use him as a negative example, advising their disciples not to aim too high and act according to their own abilities. All the inner disciples who went there knew that he had chosen a heavenly spirit sword in the sword mound, but the spirit sword did not choose him, so it was the first time he entered the sword mound and returned empty-handed.

Those who used to be jealous of his cultivation talent took the opportunity to make trouble, sarcasm, and followed his senior brother to Forging Peak, and the words they said were really ugly:

"Senior Brother Feng, you have to choose carefully when you go to Forging Peak this time. Although they are both Xuan-level spirit swords, they have different attributes. Don't choose a natal saber that conflicts with your own attributes."

"That still needs you to say, Senior Brother Feng knows everything, otherwise it would be impossible for him to become the peak master's closed disciple from an outside disciple."

"You can't say that. There are some rules that you have to understand. Don't choose the Xuan-rank Spirit Sword that is not good for you. You won't have a second chance to choose it."

"What can I do? Grab it. Fortunately, my spiritual power is low, and I only have a yellow-ranked spirit sword by my side. Brother Feng naturally doesn't like it."

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Hearing this, Feng Qingyang clenched his fists tightly, with prominent veins in his arms, and glared angrily at the speaker.He knew that what Lin Chuan said to him was probably spread, and everyone already knew what he did a year ago.Although these people can't do anything with him unless Lin Chuan corrects him directly, but Feng Qingyang knows that from now on, he will suffer much more than he has suffered this year.

Arriving at the forging peak, the person at the forging peak was rushing towards the direction of Jieyun. A spirit treasure was born, how could the peak owner of the forging peak miss it, so the person who met Feng Qingyang and his party was the chief of the forging peak owner. Big disciple.

After the other party greeted the senior brother who brought him here, he took Feng Qingyang alone to the place that said Treasure Building, where they specially stored all finished and semi-finished products that the blacksmith was not satisfied with after forging.

Each room stores all kinds of forgings in different categories. The other party came to the door of a room, took out the key, opened the door and said to Feng Qingyang:

"Here, you go in with me to pick a Xuan-rank spirit sword, you also only have one chance, you can't change it after you pick it."

The others, including the brother who brought Feng Qingyang, were all left outside by the other party.

Feng Qingyang didn't hesitate, and didn't look at the people behind him, and followed the other party in, looking at the dazzling array of mysterious-level spirit swords inside, he couldn't make a move for a while.

Seeing Feng Qingyang just standing there without taking any action, the eldest disciple of Forging Peak urged, "These spiritual swords are all of the mysterious rank, as long as you mobilize your own spiritual power, you should be able to find a spiritual sword that matches your attributes. Everything else is fine."

The other party also heard what happened in the sword mound from the inner disciple who came back. He also knew that this pile of spirit swords could not be compared with the spirit swords in the sword mound. , it is impossible for a spirit sword with a sword spirit to be here, so in his eyes, each one is similar, with the same power, but the weight and shape are different.

After listening to what the other party said, Feng Qingyang knew that if he didn't choose, he might bore the other party, so he began to look at the spirit swords in the house, and if he liked them, he held them in his hand to test the weight until he took out a sword from the corner The spirit sword with a trace of pits on its surface looks like a semi-finished product, although the blade is sharpened, it seems that the blade has not been carefully forged.

Seeing Feng Qingyang taking the sword, the big disciple of Forging Peak couldn't help but frown, and said: "Who is this who received this unfinished sword here?"

Although it is a mysterious sword, this sword is too ugly. If the opponent really chooses this sword, others will think that their forging peak's forging master is of this level.

He stretched out his hand to snatch the sword from Feng Qingyang's hand, but he didn't want to be dodged by him.

"I think this one suits me well, brother, so I will choose this one."

A dark light flashed in Feng Qingyang's eyes, he held the sword in his hand and weighed it, the feeling of this sword was similar to the feeling of the heavenly spirit sword in the sword mound, so he guessed that this sword There may be a sword spirit inside, so how can I miss this opportunity.

Hearing this, the eldest disciple of Forging Peak Master's displeasure was written all over his face. He didn't expect the other party to be so dishonest. If the sword was taken out by the other party, they would lose the face of Forging Peak. , but when I brought the other party in, I also said that I let the other party choose, so I had to take the other party out for a while, and then said to the people waiting outside:

"He chose an unforged spirit sword, and I'm not happy to let him change it for him. Brother, you go back and explain this to your peak master, so as not to let the peak master misunderstand our forging peak and destroy the friendship between the two peaks. "

After explaining, he pointed at Feng Qingyang who came out with him, then locked the door, ignored the group of people, and found an excuse for other disciples in the peak to send them away.

When everyone heard it, they saw that Feng Qingyang was indeed holding a sword that seemed to be unforged, and they laughed one after another. Some of them wanted to snatch the sword in Feng Qingyang's hand, but Feng Qingyang dodged it and threw it away. Everyone, with their swords, headed towards Hidden Sword Peak.

Returning to her residence, Feng Qingyang knew that this move would definitely cause displeasure to her master, holding the sword and observing carefully, she stroked the bumpy blade with her hand, intending to scrub the dusty blade with a sweat towel It was clean, but it was accidentally scratched, blood dripped on the sword, Feng Qingyang withdrew his hand in pain, took out a sweat towel and was about to wipe it clean, but saw that the blood dripping on the sword was completely absorbed by the sword.

A green light emerged from the sword body, and then the green light flew towards him directly, before it could avoid it, it fell into his body, but in Feng Qingyang's consciousness, there was a voice calling himself a sword spirit, and he and this Spirit Sword signed a contract.

A flash of ecstasy flashed in Feng Qingyang's eyes, and he looked down at the sword placed on the table. There was a faint green light floating on the sword body. It's like the same sword, maybe it's not a mysterious spirit sword at all.

Once this idea is formed in his mind, it can never be eliminated. The sword that can produce sword spirits is at least an earth-level spirit sword, and the spirit sword in his hand, no matter if it is an earth-level spirit sword, he has earned money.

The guy who claimed to be the sword spirit in his consciousness was also bewitching Feng Qingyang, trying to make Feng Qingyang believe in its origin.

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