Old Man's Begging Stick

Facts have proved that Wen Heng's statement is correct, and someone is really approaching rapidly from the direction of the sun.And he was an acquaintance, anyway, when Shao Ning saw the silver sword light in the sky, his face immediately became a blank sheet of paper.

There were three people who came, and they should all be sword cultivators. One was dressed in a moon-white robe, and there was a sense of righteousness in his majesty.One was dressed in a purple Taoist robe, with a long sword behind his back, and a pair of eagle eyes were piercing.There is another person with a smile on his face. Although he is a sword repairer, he has a romantic attitude.

The cultivation bases of the three of them were obviously above Nascent Soul, and the sword light lingered as soon as they landed.That's a man with a dignified appearance, but Wen Heng and the three of them are all disheveled and tattered, like three beggars.The gap is really too obvious.

Wen Heng cupped his hands and smiled: "Dare to ask the three fellow Taoists, where is this place?"

Daoist Qingping also smiled and took out a fan from his waist. After he opened it, there were four big gold-plated characters on it, 'Fantasy and Suave'. He shook the fan: "I'm here, Master Qingping of the Misty Sect." "Zhang Zhenghong from the Zhang family in the Jinling Mausoleum." Shao Jingcheng also cupped his hands: "Shao Jingcheng from the Divine Sword Gate."

Other monks will find that these three people are the most important figures of the five major sects, and their names are widely circulated among the monks in the imperial spirit world.Unfortunately, what they met was Wen Heng, and Wen Heng cupped his hands in a serious manner: "Xuantianzong Wen Heng." Lingxi took a look at Wen Heng's posture, covered his face in embarrassment, and then cupped his hands like a desperate one: "Sanxiu Lingxi."

Only Shao Ning's face was still pale, and his body was shaking as if he was about to fall down.It was Shao Jingcheng who spoke first. Shao Jingcheng frowned and looked at Shao Ning. After a while, he sighed: "Ning'er, why are you doing this?" Shao Ning's face was pale, and he murmured: "Master..."

Hearing this, Wen Heng and Lingxi stepped forward calmly, blocking Shao Ning behind.Wen Heng also pretended to salute Shao Ning: "So you are our old Shao's master, I'm sorry and disrespectful." Thinking of the scene he saw when he found Shao Ning, Wen Heng decided that this Shao Jingcheng was a man with a brutal face. .

Qing Pingzi raised his eyebrows, and he looked at Shao Jingcheng with a smile: "Yo, Jing Cheng, I didn't expect you to have such a disciple like Zhilan Yushu. I haven't heard you say that before." Seeing Shaoning's pale face, Shao Jingcheng didn't know whether he was really moved with compassion or thought of something, he smiled: "The idiot is naughty, I made real people laugh."

Shao Ning was already hiding behind Wen Heng with tears streaming down his face, he would never have imagined that under such circumstances his master could still call him an apprentice.Lingxi and Wen Heng exchanged glances, and of course Shao Ning's strangeness couldn't escape their eyes.Hey... Poor Shao Ning is usually such a gentle person, but now seeing his former relatives, he can only cry helplessly.

Of course, Lingxi doesn't think that Shao Jingcheng's conscience found out that he wants to recognize Shao Ning again, he has treated Shao Ning like that, and now he is still covering for Shao Ning.It's just that they don't want the other two to notice the strangeness in Shao Ning's body. The chance of a monk is so strange, sometimes things that he can't discover by himself will be easily discovered in the eyes of others.

That's exactly what Shao Jingcheng thought. If Shao Ning was killed directly, it would be fine. If he hadn't been killed, it would have exposed the news that he had a wood spirit on his body. If no one else said it, just a Qing Pingzi could cause trouble.At that time, Shao Ning would no longer be able to be controlled by himself as the Excalibur Sect. Shao Jingcheng didn't want to complicate the situation by competing with the other four sects.

Qing Pingzi recalled Wen Heng's name: "Xuantian Sect Wen Heng" I've never heard of it, it must be some penniless little sect.

Lingxi poked Wen Heng: "What the hell is Xuantianzong?" Wen Heng responded in a low voice: "The name of the sect I just thought of sounds nice and not domineering." Lingxi gave a thumbs up: "You are so courageous." Wen Heng Cheeky: "Hmph, thank you."

Qing Pingzi continued to shake his big gilded fan coquettishly and said politely: "Friend Wen, you saw a giant tree just now." Wen Heng's face remained unchanged: "The giant tree didn't see it."

Qing Pingzi's fan stopped, and he looked at Wen Heng with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Wen, you practice the divine way. I can feel the same aura from you." Did Qing Pingzi feel the aura of the magic stick on Wen Heng's body?

Wen Heng also laughed and said: "Fellow Daoist, I'm just a little monk who hasn't built a foundation."

Here Wen Heng and Qing Pingzi are chatting haha, over there Lingxi is comforting Shao Ning, Shao Ning is out of breath from crying, Lingxi really feels that Shao Ning like this...Although he is very pitiful, he still wants to talk about him, like a pussy.His master has treated Shao Ning like this, and Shao Ning cried like a ghost when he saw his master, hey...

"Don't cry." Seeing that Shao Ning was crying pitifully, Shao Jingcheng took a step forward and handed over a plain handkerchief, "You have always loved to cry since you were a child, but you can't change your temper when you grow up so big." Shao Ning lifted With red eyes like rabbits, he looked at the master who was smiling gently, and then cried even worse.The kind of howling, as if to vent all the grievances.

"Jing Cheng, it's no wonder you can cry too much without mentioning your apprentice." Qing Pingzi waved his big fan again, "But it's fate that he came here."

Shao Ning cried pitifully, Lingxi had no choice but to appease his emotions first.Lingxi didn't want Shao Jingcheng's handkerchief, he took out a cloth from the storage bag to wipe Shao Ning's tears.Shao Ning asked while crying: "This...what does it smell like?"

Lingxi said calmly: "Just use it, there are so many problems. Continue after crying." Shao Ning's tears flowed more fiercely: "Spicy eyes..."

Zhang Zhenghong, a monk of the Zhang family, was staring at Wen Heng with wise eyes, looking up and down. He put his hand on the saber several times and put it down again. After repeating this several times, he turned around and walked to the side to sit down. He has been locked on Wen Heng's side.

Qing Pingzi asked Wen Heng a few questions. After he found out that Wen Heng really didn't know what to ask, he sighed: "This is the ruins of the ancient sword cultivating sect. How did you break into this place?" Hao Duan was sucked into the black hole, and then he was hunted down on the yellow sand.Of course, he concealed the matter of the tripod sky giant tree and the sword spirit, and only said that the three of them were exhausted, and then they were swallowed by Huang Sha, and they were here when they woke up.

Qing Pingzi didn't doubt what Wen Heng and the others said, after all, the three of them were ashamed, and they didn't seem to be cheating.Qing Pingzi pondered: "Since we can meet in this ruins, it is destined. The three fellow Taoists might as well go together." Maybe this time there are three more people, and we can get the inheritance in the ruins.

Wen Heng said politely: "That would be great, but I don't know if there is a way to get out of this ruin. There is a ninth-grade green lotus outside that is about to mature. We want to try our luck and see if we can get a lotus seed. "Qing Pingzi smiled and showed his white teeth: "Unfortunately, this ruin will keep everyone trapped, and you will not be released until the day before the entire Canglan ruins are about to be closed." Unless someone can get the ruins and go out in advance.

Wen Heng scratched his hair distressedly: "In this case, then disturb the three fellow Taoists." Qing Pingzi originally wanted to communicate with his little friends, but found that Shao Jingcheng was staring at Shao Ning, while Zhang Zhenghong was staring at Shao Ning. Look at Wen Heng.He transmitted his thoughts to his two companions via sound transmission, and the two companions didn't have any objections.

Then there was such a strange picture, Qing Pingzi's flying magic weapon was divided into two factions, one was the Nascent Soul group headed by Qing Pingzi, and they stood in front of the dragon boat-like magic weapon with a lofty expression.The other faction is the I don't know group headed by Wen Heng. The three of them huddled in the dragon's tail of the magic weapon. All three of them were equally at a loss, feeling that such a huge flying magic weapon could not place their souls.

"Old Shao, are you feeling better?" Wen Heng asked Shao Ning softly, just now he was really afraid that Shao Ning would cry until he passed away.To be honest, he has known Shao Ning for so long, and he has always thought that he is a quiet and handsome man, but this is the first time he has seen his mood fluctuate so much.

"I'm sorry to make you worry. I didn't expect to meet my master suddenly. I couldn't help myself for a while." Shao Ning calmed down now, and he added to the suspicious eyes of his two friends, " Before I entered the ruins, I was caught by my fellow apprentice brothers after I placed an order, and I didn’t meet my master.”

Thinking of what happened in the past, Shao Ning felt chills all over his body.Shao Jingcheng has always been a gentle and serious teacher. He is like a father in Shao Ning's heart. When Shao Ning was tortured by the sect, even the master did it himself.He understood that he shouldn't be greedy for the illusory beauty of the past, but he saw the expression on the master's face that he had done something wrong.Shao Ning felt so much pain that he couldn't bear to live, even now that he was sitting in the stern of the boat, his eyes were still staring at Shao Jingcheng's back.

"Am I... very worthless?" Shao Ning felt that he was really spineless, how many vows he had made before, and when he met his former master and fellow disciples again, he must be very vigilant and never act emotionally, but they didn't do much in the end , Shao Ning was defeated first.

Lingxi and Wen Heng didn't speak, they were not Shao Ning, they had never experienced what Shao Ning had experienced, so they couldn't empathize.But even if they can't empathize, they can still respect Shao Ning.Sword cultivators have always been fighters among monks from all walks of life. Most sword cultivators are golden spirit roots, and Shao Ning of wood spirit roots can form alchemy, which proves that he is also a person with an extraordinary heart.It can make Shao Ning suffer like this. It can only be said that the Excalibur Gate is too important in Shao Ning's life. The pain Shao Ning endured mentally far exceeds his physical pain. It will be a thousand times more painful.

"Take a good rest, don't think about anything, everything is up to us." In the end, Wen Heng and Lingxi didn't say anything, they sat beside Shao Ning, one on the left and one on the right, as if this could comfort Shao Ning's spirit that was about to collapse Same.In fact, Shao Ning was indeed comforted.It's just that when he saw Wen Heng and Lingxi like this, his heart ached even more. Even people he had known for a long time could treat him wholeheartedly, so why did his teacher want to kill him for the sake of the so-called treasure?

"Here we are." Qing Pingzi turned around, waving his flamboyant fan, "This is the core of the Canglan Ruins."

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Wen Heng and the others looked around, and saw a three-story tall black majestic palace standing in front of them. The main body of the palace was well preserved, but the side hall was dilapidated and turned into ruins.There is a gilded plaque hanging on the main hall, with two words written on it, as for what is written, no one can understand it anyway.

The ancient ruins are all written in ancient characters, and some are even handed down from the upper world.

But Wen Heng was unexpected, he was often told by Lian Wushang when he climbed, but this time he actually read the words on the plaque. "Cang Lan." Wen Heng squinted his eyes and looked at the words on the plaque. Qing Pingzi and the others thought Wen Heng was talking to himself, but no one cared about him.Only Wen Heng himself knew that he really knew the two lumped words on the plaque.

"This is the core location of the Canglan Ruins, and the highest floor of this palace has inheritance." Qing Pingzi smiled and introduced to Wen Heng and the others, "But don't talk about the third floor, it is very difficult to just enter the second floor. , since you have also entered here, it proves that you also have the qualifications to inherit the inheritance. I hope that some of us can enter the third floor and see what kind of relic this is."

Wen Heng said with a smile: "The real person is joking. I hope that the time will come and we will be ejected from the ruins. As for the inheritance, none of the three of us dare to think about it." What a joke, there are three Nascent Souls on the opposite side. If we really fight , Wen Heng and the others are their opponents and quickly confess, saving their own lives is the most important thing.

Qing Pingzi looked at Wen Heng with a half-smile, he just felt strange, Wen Heng's cultivation had not yet established a foundation in his opinion, but why did Lingxi and Shao Ning listen to Wen Heng's words so much?

The dragon flying boat stopped at the square in front of the palace, and six people got off the boat.Qing Pingzi shook the fan in his hand and pointed to the side hall that was about to be abandoned: "There is a spiritual spring in the side hall, and the three fellow Taoists can use it at any time." Hearing this, Wen Heng and the others did not refuse, and Wen Heng turned to the three of them. Arching his hands, he took Lingxi and Shao Ning to the side hall.

Sure enough, there is a spiritual spring in the side hall, and the rich spiritual energy floats on the water like mist.Wen Heng reached out his hand to feel the temperature of the water and said in surprise, "It turned out to be hot water. Could this be the legendary hot spring?" Poor Wen Heng didn't know much about it. He had only soaked in a bathhouse in his life, and he had never seen a spiritual spring before.

Lingxi had already taken off his clothes. He squeezed Wen Heng and dipped his legs in the spiritual spring: "Ah, it's comfortable." Shao Ning explained, "Compared with ordinary spring water, the spiritual energy of the spiritual spring is abundant, and some of the spiritual energy of the springs are even stronger. It can be condensed into spring water, of course, that kind of spiritual spring is hard to find. This spiritual spring is probably flowing near the underground lava, so it has temperature."

Without further ado, Wen Heng took off all his clothes and jumped into the Lingquan with a plop, splashing Lingxi's face with water.Amid Lingxi's laughter and scolding, Wen Heng got out of the water, with black and yellow stains running down his body.Wen Heng can't be blamed, he hasn't learned the cleansing technique yet, and he fought with the sword spirit in the yellow sand before, and he felt lucky to be able to get out of the body.

"Hiss—" Wen Heng suddenly felt severe pain in his cheek, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and touched the scar on his cheek.This is the scar left by the sword spirit. Wen Heng has always felt that his skin is rough and thick, but in front of the sword spirit, he is not good enough. This is because he hides fast. If he hides slowly, his face may be cut off in half .

"Hey, it really hurts." It was the first time Wen Heng felt the pain on his skin after walking from Xiaoyan Town.After touching it twice, he said to Shao Ning: "Old Shao, you are full of injuries, please don't..." Before he got down and said three words, Wen Heng found that Shao Ning on the shore had disappeared.

"Hmm..." In the end, Shao Ning had soaked next to Wen Heng at some point, his face turned pale from the pain.Wen Heng scolded: "Didn't I tell you not to come down, it hurts." Lingxi said: "Although it hurts, the spiritual energy in the Lingquan can speed up the healing of the wound. It is good for Shao Ning to have more bubbles."

Wen Heng didn't have any objection after hearing it. After soaking for a while, the three of them felt their bodies warm, and they could indeed feel the spiritual energy entering the body through the skin.After Wen Heng washed off the dirt on his body, he simply meditated in the spiritual spring.

After a while, Wen Heng heard footsteps, he opened his eyes, and saw Shao Jingcheng standing on the bank.Holding a moon-white dress in Shao Jingcheng's hands, he looked at Shao Ning who was covered with scars in the Lingquan. Under Shao Ning's guarded and suspicious eyes, Shao Jingcheng bent down and put the clothes beside Shao Ning's dirty clothes on the bank.

Shao Jingcheng didn't say anything, he took a deep look at Shao Ning, then turned and left.

Shao Ning looked at the back of Master leaving, and his eyes were red again.He got up from the water and gathered his clothes on the shore: "There is a cold pool in the gate of the divine sword. Every time I get injured, I will go to the cold pool to meditate and heal my injuries. Every time I am injured and go to the cold pool, the master will give me A set of clean clothes, only me...only I have this treatment..."

Such a good master, why did he change? Shao Ning wants to ask the master, is it possible that in the eyes of the master, the friendship between master and apprentice for hundreds of years is not as good as the spirit of wood

After tidying up, Wen Heng and the others finally came out from the side hall. Qing Pingzi and the others were meditating in front of the main hall. Seeing Wen Heng and the others coming, Qing Pingzi opened his eyes: "Friend Wen." "The real person." Wen Heng felt weak. Weakly complained, cut, real people, but also fake people.

Qing Pingzi pointed to the gate of the palace and went straight in: "The first floor of the hall is guarded by a powerful sword spirit. Only after defeating the sword spirit can you go to the second floor. The guards on the second floor are the remnants of ancient fierce beasts, with nine heads and eighteen heads. Yi, it's a pity that we don't know what kind of beast it is, and we haven't been able to break through. Therefore, we don't know what test will be at the top. Since we have come to the core area, there is no harm in giving it a try. "

Wen Heng looked at Lingxi: "Lingxi, are you going to try it? Don't you keep shouting that you have no money? Maybe there is a baby in it." Why does Wen Heng only talk to Lingxi? Like being struck by lightning.Wen Heng took the initiative to shield Shao Ning, who was bewildered.

Lingxi flicked his sleeves: "Okay, I'll go in and have a look, and if I feel something wrong, I'll come out." Then Wen Heng watched Lingxi walk in swaggeringly.

Qing Pingzi stared at Wen Heng with a smile: "Why don't you go in, Daoist Wen?" Wen Heng waved his hands without fear of embarrassment: "Don't talk to me about the sword spirit, that thing is too cruel, you can't beat it."

"Ouch—what the hell!" Lingxi cursed loudly in the main hall, and then Lingxi rushed out.Lingxi's robe, which was still intact before, was torn to pieces, and several wounds were still bleeding.He looked at Wen Heng sadly, and Wen Heng asked cautiously, "What's the matter?"

Lingxi sighed: "Sword Spirit is really too capricious. Don't go, you will die if you go. I didn't even survive one move, it was too fast." Wen Heng agreed: "Well, Don't go, your life is important."

Zhang Zhenghong looked at Wen Heng suspiciously, his hand held down the saber, but finally put it down again.

Wen Heng and the others had made up their mind not to die.Lingxi has already used his own body to test how difficult it is to get the inheritance of this relic, and with Shao Ning's appearance, the three of them only want to leave this relic safely.Besides, Qing Pingzi and his three cultivation bases are much higher than those of Wen Heng and his three, how could Wen Heng and his others get the inheritance that none of the three of them could get.

Even if they have this shit luck and get the inheritance, the three of them don't have the ability to escape from the attack of the three Nascent Souls.

It's a pity that no matter how well Wen Heng and the others think, things will go wrong.Shao Jingcheng suddenly opened his eyes, and he looked at Shao Ning neither sad nor happy: "Ning'er, you go in." Shao Ning was like a puppet on a string, he responded in a low voice: "Yes, Master..." Then he turned and walked towards the hall with empty eyes.

Wen Heng and Lingxi hurriedly stopped in front of Shao Ning: "Shao Ning, you are crazy! You will die if you go in!" "Yes, your natal spirit sword is broken, what do you use to fight the sword spirit!"

Shao Ning seemed to be haunted, he said in a low voice: "Disciple respects Master's order..." Wen Heng shouted at Shao Jingcheng in a hurry: "Shao Immortal! Shao Ning is your disciple, you really want to help me!" Watch him die!" Shao Jingcheng's eyes became deeper, and he raised his voice and said majesticly: "Shao Ning! Go in!"

Hearing Shao Jingcheng's words, Shao Ning's movements suddenly became unpredictable. He broke through the restraint of Wen Heng and Lingxi in a few strokes, and then rushed straight into the hall. "Fuck!" Wen Heng and Lingxi scratched their hair irritably, then made up their minds and rushed in after Shao Ning.

Shao Ning's state is obviously not right, he seems to be controlled by Shao Jingcheng.Ever since he met Shao Ning in the ruins, he has been troubled by many disasters. First, he was caught and sentenced by his fellow disciples, and finally healed up after taking the elixir. The natal spirit sword was broken.In the end, I was lucky enough to get my life back, and met someone who couldn't resist again.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Wen Heng could only see the sword light in his eyes.He and Lingxi just wanted to drag Shao Ning to leave quickly, but the door of the main hall was closed behind them.Once the gate is closed, there is no way back in sight.Lingxi cursed violently, and he released his consciousness to look for Shao Ning.There must be a ghost in the main hall on the first floor, Wen Heng and Lingxi scanned around, but they didn't find any sign of Shao Ning.

"Shao Ning! Old Shao!" Lingxi called out to Shao Ning loudly, Wen Heng's begging stick stood on the ground, the black roots pierced through the black stone slabs of the main hall, spreading out in a circle around Wen Heng.Wen Heng believed that his Daomu roots would be able to rummage through the first floor and find Shao Ning's location.

There was a bright silver spot in the darkness, something whizzed over, Lingxi was startled and said: "That's it, the sword spirit is here!" On the yellow sand before, Wen Heng had actually caught the sword spirit with a tree root, With previous experience, he separated part of the black roots and surrounded him and Lingxi.As long as the sword spirits fly over, at worst, he will become a sieve and tie up these annoying sword spirits.

"Why did you come here?" An old voice sounded, it was that old man Cang Lei's voice.Those whistling sword spirits floated beside Daomu, Wen Heng felt that if he answered wrongly, he would be stabbed into a sieve by the sword spirit in the next moment.

Lingxi's forehead was full of hash marks, and he said angrily: "You have the face to ask us! Didn't you abduct us here! How shameless you are!" Wen Heng was more polite: "What did you do to my friend? I can't stand your tossing, if you have the guts, you're here for the consonance!"

Lingxi broke down and turned back and said angrily: "Is there any brotherhood! Why are you targeting me!" Wen Heng said unscrupulously: "Your cultivation base is higher than mine. Besides, sword spirits are valuable." Lingxi pointed his middle finger angrily: " It was my greatest misfortune to meet you."

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Cang Lei Taoist's voice asked again: "You two can leave one to inherit the inheritance, and the other to keep one." Wen Heng and Lingxi looked at each other, this dead old man hasn't given up the idea of ​​letting them kill each other? Huge door, what can you smash this time?

"The old man is too bad. Old Wen, let's see how you can shut his mouth this time." Lingxi took out a white dust whisk, and he could see that this so-called Taoist Cang Lei was probably mentally ill. I like to do things that provoke dissension.

"If it's a big deal, let's become a sieve..." Wen Heng was already mentally prepared. It was nothing more than being poked a few holes by the sword spirit, and cutting off a few branches of Daomu. He couldn't watch Shao Ning die inside.Wen Heng took care of Lingxi: "You can hide later, if the sword spirit chases you, you can find a way to escape to me."

Lingxi ordered: "Don't worry, I will definitely attract all the spirit swords to you." Lingxi gave Wen Heng a thumbs up, and Wen Heng suddenly had a strong sense of foreboding. Sword Spirit and Spirit Sword in the air raised their middle fingers and shouted: "Let the horse come here, I have nothing to fear! I won't be like a bad old man like you who is behind the scenes to sow discord! Go to hell!"

In an instant, all kinds of spiritual lights appeared in front of his eyes, and Wen Heng only saw a piece of brilliant light running towards him.He only had time to surround himself and Lingxi with tree roots, only to hear the crackling sound, Wen Heng's whole body was in severe pain.You don't need to look to know that his roots must be broken in pieces.

Wen Heng originally thought that his tree roots were already very hard, but facing the sword spirit, the roots broke like ordinary branches.It would be great if... the roots of the tree could be a little harder... Thinking of this, Wen Heng's spiritual energy began to flow towards the roots of the tree.

Most of Wen Heng's exposed tree roots are black, only the pointed end has a section of silvery and shiny roots. These shiny young roots can guide the direction of the roots.In the dark, the silvery tender tips are like dots of fireflies.

Lingxi looked worriedly at the tree roots surrounding him. In front of his eyes, the roots were cut off layer by layer, and the shiny juice splashed.The growth speed of the tree roots obviously couldn't keep up with the speed of the sword spirit's slashing.Lingxi felt that he couldn't hide under the protection of his friends and remain indifferent, so he held his whisk and shouted: "Wen Heng! Let me out!"

He is consonant, at least he is a golden core cultivator, how can he let a friend who doesn't seem to have established a foundation stand in front of him

Wen Heng let out a muffled snort, not knowing whether it was because he was powerless or was seriously injured, the roots around Lingxi never continued to grow.A cloud of pale golden sword light broke through the roots of the tree and rushed in front of Lingxi, and Lingxi rushed forward with a flick of dust whisk.

After the whisk was infused with spiritual energy, the white hair grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a soft whip in Lingxi's hands.With a twist and a twist of the soft whip, it restrained the pale golden sword light. "Boot!" Lingxi yelled, and the strong aura spread to Jianguang along the whisk.

This whisk was brought by Lingxi from his kind of horse daddy, named 'Wuchen', it is said to be the ultimate fairy weapon made by Yushan master craftsman.Lingxi actually didn't think about how excellent the whisk could be, so he just wanted to use it to pretend to be tough and make his father unhappy, and he usually used it to dust the dust, but he didn't expect that the whisk would really help him now.

There was only a sound of metal shattering coming from the dust whisk, and a small group of pale golden aura overflowed from the dust whisk.Lingxi was taken aback, this style of painting is wrong.

In Lingxi's expectation, Wuchen would restrain the sword spirit, and the one struggling in the fur now should be the sword spirit who has nowhere to hide, but there is only a piece of rusty iron in his whisk.After the golden aura dissipated, the iron sheets in the whisk were entangled by the powerful whisk and turned into slag.

Lingxi raised his head and looked at the sword lights flying past the roots of the tree, and he thought of a possibility.Will there not be so many sword spirits here? Will this sword spirit be bluffing from beginning to end?Will the sword spirit here catch most people's thinking

With a sharp mind, he immediately thought of what Qing Pingzi said before. Qing Pingzi said that the hall on the first floor is guarded by a powerful sword spirit.When he, Wen Heng and the others were trapped in the Yellow Sand Land, they thought that the sword lights they saw were sword spirits.After he came in, he saw countless sword lights and thought they were all sword spirits.

"Wen Heng, listen to me, there may be only one sword spirit in the hall, can you find his real body?" Lingxi quickly said to Wen Heng, and Wen Heng snorted, indicating that he had heard it.

"Ding——" There was a sound of metal breaking, and Lingxi looked intently, only to see a thick tree root heavily sweeping towards a group of calm sword lights.The black branch was blacker and thicker than the single one before, it strangled the sword light forcefully, crushing the blue sword light abruptly.The overflowing light cyan aura was immediately absorbed by the bright pointed tip.

Wen Heng was overjoyed, he succeeded!

He originally wanted to make his tree roots stronger, but for a while, he still couldn't spread the aura densely on the branches.His control over the aura is not that precise, and besides, his aura may be distributed to the branches before being cut off by the sword spirit.

At this time, Wen Heng thought of the power of unity. One tree root is not enough. What if ten roots can be used? What if there are hundreds of roots?

So Wen Heng didn't care about those broken branches, he tried to condense them into a thick root system.After hearing Lingxi's words, he sneakily attacked a cloud of sword light, and then absorbed a little spiritual energy.It's strange to say that the sword light, which looks about the same size as the light of a spirit stone, contains quite a lot of spiritual energy.

"Russing——" Countless auras suddenly surged in the darkness, and Wen Heng's spirit was lifted and he rearranged his roots.He twisted those messy root systems together, and the roots that were originally a mess changed drastically after being reorganized.

Lingxi saw that the roots of the tree in front of him were gone, he turned his head and saw that the hairs were standing on end: "Daozu is above, it's terrible..." Wen Heng stood behind him leaning on a begging stick, his eyes were red, his face was blue and white, and his lips were red. A pair of sharp canine teeth bared out from the horns.His whole body was bloodied, and the clothes on his body were torn apart by the sword energy.

The ground within ten meters around Wen Heng is relatively flat, and Lingxi is within this circle. Ten meters away, there are thick tree roots in sight. Each root is like a twisted dragon, with a pointed end A pinch of silvery light.Those gathered rays of light are even more dazzling than the rays of light from the Spirit Sword.Under the radiance of the light, the dark tree roots twisted and powerful, like some kind of ancient underground creature alive.

It was so scary, Lingxi felt goosebumps all over his body.It wasn't that he felt disgusted, but that he felt scared. He felt that if Wen Heng was his opponent, he would die a very miserable death.When such a powerful person became his teammate, while Lingxi felt scared, he also felt an indescribable sense of security.

There are only so many sword lights, and if they are broken, there will be one less, but the tree roots belonging to Wen Heng's side have increased one by one, and the sharp lights are gradually more than the sword lights.

"Papapapa——" The two leaves on the begging stick began to pat again, and the roots around Wen Heng began to stand up. Although they were rooted on the ground, those erected roots were no more than a sword suspended in the air. Spirit low.

"Papa, papa——" the tree roots smashed down overwhelmingly, and when they fell, they could press one or two sword spirits to the ground heavily, and then smashed them fiercely, absorbing their aura powerfully .

Lingxi was stunned: "Old Wen, I won't dare to offend you in the future. If I offend you one day, you will crush me to death with a tree root." In just a few minutes, there were fewer sword spirits floating in the air. More than half.The roots of the tree were still falling, but Jian Guang, who had been going forward bravely before, flinched.

Lingxi said happily: "Old Wen, have you seen it! They're scared!" While speaking, those sword lights rushed towards one of the sword lights, and an old man with white beard and hair appeared in the spirit light, holding a sword in his hand. Cyan spirit sword.Presumably this is the residual spirit of the old man Cang Lei, when he appeared, the dark hall slowly began to brighten.

It's okay if it's not on, but when it's on, Lingxi can see the surroundings more clearly.He became even more determined to have a good relationship with Wen Heng in the future, and no one could offend Wen Heng if he offended anyone!Otherwise, he really can't stand it.

"You two, you can leave one to inherit the inheritance, and the other to keep the other." At this time, Cang Lei still did not forget to sow discord.But this time Lingxi felt scared. Before he felt that Wen Heng couldn't beat him, now that Wen Heng wanted to beat him, wouldn't it be like beating a chicken? Consonance looked at Wen Heng uncertainly. Run away!

You can't blame Lingxi for being cowardly. He has encountered many such situations before. He is merciful to others, but others may not be polite to him.Although he had just made up his mind to build a good relationship with Wen Heng, when his life was at stake, of course his priority was to save his life.Especially now that Wen Heng looks delirious, if Cang Lei really hits him, Lingxi's life will be lost.

"Hey, Wen Heng, do you want to pass it on?" Lingxi asked cautiously.Wen Heng's red eyes looked over, and soon became clear: "I want your uncle's inheritance, come and help me." He had been cut off too many tree roots before, and if he hadn't been supported by a begging stick, he would have collapsed a long time ago. down.

Lingxi let out a cry, put the whisk into his waist, Wen Heng let go of the begging stick, and the roots of the trees that covered the ground disappeared in an instant.A mess was left on the ground, and the black stone slabs were turned over.Lingxi stepped forward to support Wen Heng: "It's okay." Wen Heng leaned on Lingxi: "It hurts me to death."

"You two..." Taoist Cang Lei spoke again to fool Wen Ling and Wen Ling with righteous words. He was surrounded by sword intent, looking awe-inspiring and inviolable.

"Fuchen...not bad." Wen Heng winked at Lingxi.Lingxi understood instantly, Wen Heng's feet were still leaning on the begging stick, and under Wen Heng's black robe, there was a black tree root deeply embedded in the soil.

"Hey, don't even think about it. This old man has been here for many years, and his mouth is so smelly. If I really use the whisk to plug his mouth, I won't need the whisk in the future." Lingxi understood, and said As he said that, he waved his whisk with his right hand and slapped Wen Heng on the shoulder. At the same time, he raised his orchid fingers with his left hand to look like he was making a fuss.

As a casual cultivator, Lingxi naturally has his own way to survive until now. Apart from escaping quickly, he also has many ways to deceive people.Just like now, an imperceptible breeze swept across the hall on the first floor, Cang Leidao was still repeating the same words in his mouth, but his eyes became a little confused.

The corners of Wen Heng's mouth twitched, and He Lingxi continued to tease: "Hey... you are acting like a baby to me, it's so disgusting..." Before he finished speaking, the roots quietly extended to Cang Lei Taoist's feet.

It worked!

"Catch it!" Wen Heng shouted at the same time, the pitch-black tree roots had rolled up, firmly restraining Taoist Cang Lei's body.Daoist Cang Lei's eyes cleared for a while, he broke free from the illusion, his face turned pale with shock, and he shouted angrily: "What a cunning junior, look at the way..."

"Haha... well done!