I cultivate immortals by drawing cards

And when Yunfeng said this, everyone around looked at Han Wenye suspiciously, not knowing what strange thing happened.

Lian Yundan also looked at Han Wenye and frowned.

"Jinghe Sword recognizes me." Han Wenye said as soon as he raised his hand, Jinghe Sword released its sword intent, which was clearly Han Wenye's sword intent!

"Don't play tricks, just go to the main hall with me, the ancestors will recognize it for themselves!" Qi Yunfeng stared at Han Wenye, and after a while, three Golden Core stage monks came.

Seeing such a scene, Han Wenye nodded to express his willingness to go to the main hall.

The main hall of the Zhengxuan sect is magnificent, and Han Wenye felt the strong oppressive force of spiritual consciousness as soon as he approached. His footsteps paused, and he did not go inside.

"Old Ancestor, I brought him." Qi Yunfeng reported, and the powerful spiritual consciousness withdrew.

Han Wenye saw that Yunfeng and the others were in awe of that ancestor, and he became vigilant.

"Let's go." Lian Yundan patted Han Wenye from behind, Lian Yundan was in front and Han Wenye was behind, so that he would not be afraid that Han Wenye would be blackmailed.

Han Wenye followed Lian Yundan in, and everyone bowed and kowtowed.

"Fellow Daoist Ying, why don't you show up?" An old voice came, and Han Wenye felt a powerful aura pounce on him.

"Master!" Lian Yundan staggered when he was about to draw his sword.

"I've met you, Senior." Sword Spirit Ying Rong showed his background.

"It really is you!" Qi Yunfeng shouted excitedly when he saw Ying Rong appear.

"Why is Daoist Ying's spiritual consciousness here?" An old man sat on the main seat of the main hall, with thinning hair and a thin face, but his eyes were very lively.

When he spoke, every word carried a strong pressure, which made it very difficult for Han Wenye to stand alone.

"It's a long story, and it's also my fate with this Han Wenye." Sword Spirit Ying Rong waved his sleeves, Han Wenye didn't know what he was sitting on, but he clearly felt the pressure on his body lighten.

"Hmph, are you justified in stealing the spirit sword under the guise of my sect disciple?" Qi Yunfeng was furious when he saw the Jinghe sword.

"I'm sorry, this sword recognizes the owner of Han Wenye, and I have nothing to do with it." Sword Spirit Ying Rong said with a smile, and he took Ruoshui Jianfei away from Han Wenye.

"Wen Ye, let Jing He Jian come out and speak." Jian Ling Ying Rong said.

Han Wenye nodded, pointed his hand, and the sword spirit of Jinghe Sword flew out. The natural classical beauty snorted softly after seeing the people in the hall, but she was quite proud.

"Jinghe, long time no see." The old ancestor Qie said in a complicated voice.

"It turned out to be you." Jing Hejian said after seeing Patriarch Qie, "Don't make things difficult for my master, it is my own will to recognize the master."

And the ancestor glanced at Han Wenye thoughtfully, and said, "Forget it, since Jing He Jian is willing to follow you, then follow you, Yun Dan, follow me."

And the old ancestor disappeared with a wave of his sleeve after finishing speaking, leaving behind a piece of talisman paper, which turned out to be from divine consciousness.

"Old Ancestor!" Qi Yunfeng shouted, but the Old Ancestor had disappeared and ignored him.

"Brother, Han Wenye is my apprentice and also a disciple of the Zhengxuan sect. It is a happy event for our sect that he got the spirit sword, so don't pester him like this." Lian Yundan said as he walked towards the apse. up.

Waiting for Lian Yundan to leave, and Yunfeng looked at Han Wenye and wanted to get angry again, but Han Wenye still had the sword spirit Ying Rong, so Yunfeng couldn't afford to offend him.

"As a disciple of the Zhengxuan sect, it's not good for you to be so close to people from other sects. I advise you to send Fellow Daoist Ying away as soon as possible." And Yunfeng could only warn Han Wenye.

Han Wenye nodded in response, then turned around and retreated.

After waiting for Han Wenye to leave the main hall, there were still many disciples waiting outside.

"Come out, come out." Many disciples looked at Han Wenye excitedly, and found that he was unharmed, and he was still holding the Jinghe sword in his hand.

"I'll go find my father!" Qie Xue was so angry that she yelled and went into the hall.

Ying Dongyu next to Qixue also took a look at Han Wenye before chasing Qixue.

The people next to him wanted to talk to Han Wenye, but Han Wenye ignored them and walked towards the Jian Hut with big strides.

"I'm looking for Liu Jingwu." Han Wenye showed a bit of ruthlessness on his face, and Liu Jingwu waited for a while before he came out slowly.

"I...I can't help it either, I dare not offend Qi Xue." Liu Jingwu spoke first.

"So you dare to deceive me and lead me to catch that crazy sword?" Han Wenye said, staring at Liu Jingwu.

"Aren't you okay? Besides, if you are not greedy, you won't be asked about that crazy sword as soon as I hint." Liu Jingwu said with a straight neck.

Han Wenye sneered, looked left and right, and punched Liu Jingwu in the face.

"You dare to hit me!" Liu Jingwu turned around and wanted to fight back, but Han Wenye was already prepared to send the sword over, so Liu Jingwu didn't dare to move.

"I can't help it. I want to build the foundation pill. This world of cultivating immortals is always prey to the weak." Liu Jingwu himself said that his eyes were red.

"Give me back my spirit stone." Han Wenye gritted his teeth and said.

Liu Jingwu got up and handed over the spirit stone that Han Wenye gave him, Han Wenye reached out and grabbed the spirit stone, he took a deep look at Liu Jingwu and said: "You will find that offending me is more terrible than offending Qi Xue. "

Han Wenye left after speaking cruelly.

After he reached the barren mountain, he let out a sigh of relief, and left the Jinghe sword aside.

"What? Are you still angry when you are asked to help me perform a scene?" Sword Spirit Ying Rong floated out, looking at Han Wenye's depressed face and said.

"No, if I hadn't been reminded by seniors, I would have provoked that crazy sword too, and I would like to thank seniors for saving my life." After Han Wenye finished speaking, he glanced at the Jinghe sword, and the Jinghe sword spirit had already run away. He came out and said to Ying Rong, the sword spirit, "I have seen the master."

The sword spirit Yingrong nodded, he stretched out his hand to hold the Jinghe sword, handed it to Han Wenye and said, "I said before, if you want, you can also be the master of the Jinghe sword."

"It doesn't have to be like this." Han Wenye looked at Ying Rong, the sword spirit, and said with some self-mockery: "I just said, how can there be such a good thing in the world, and it is so easy to get such a powerful sword spirit. It turned out that he wanted to use me to run to us Went to get the sword from the sect's sword hut."

As Han Wenye spoke, he remembered what happened in the Sword Hut.

He originally followed Liu Jingwu's prompt to go to the lower third floor to find the spirit sword over there, but the sword spirit Yingrong said that the sword had already gone crazy, and if he went there, he would only die, so he might as well go to the upper third floor , the spirit sword over there is better.

Han Wenye knew that the restrictions on the upper three floors were stronger, but Ying Rong, the sword spirit, repeatedly assured that there would be no problems with him.

Waiting for Han Wenye to go up to the third floor, Jing Hejian floated over when he saw Ying Rong, the sword spirit, and called out to his master repeatedly.

Only then did Han Wenye realize that he was being used by the sword spirit Ying Rong, and when he was about to turn his face on the spot, the sword spirit Ying Rong said that Han Wenye could recognize the Jinghe sword first.

Han Wenye was originally unwilling, but couldn't bear the begging eyes of Sword Spirit Yingrong, and finally had to reluctantly recognize the Jinghe Sword first.

But in this way, he would have no chance to recognize other spirit swords. Looking at the wall full of spirit swords, Hanwen's ambition was so painful.

Not to mention being dragged to the main hall after coming out, where he was reprimanded and interrogated, all for Ying Rong.

"Mr. Han, don't be anxious. Jinghe will definitely repay you for your great kindness." Jinghe Sword Spirit bowed gently, but Han Wenye didn't know what to say.

"I just want to ask, since you are his sword, why are you locked up in my Zhengxuan sect's sword hut?" Han Wenye asked suspiciously, frowning.

When he asked this question, both Jinghe Sword Spirit and Ying Rong fell silent, and the atmosphere made Han Wenye stand up abruptly and said: "Forget it, anyway, I have already taken the blame, you just wait and see when it will be over." Take a chance and get out of here."

Jinghe Sword Spirit was still talking about something, but Jianling Yingrong shook his head and let Jinghe Sword Spirit return to Jinghe Sword.

"Brother Han." Sword Spirit Ying Rong called out with a complicated expression.

"Brother Han? I remembered you called me Wenye just now." Han Wenye turned to look at Ying Rong, with a sad look in his eyes that had been taken advantage of.

"Wen Ye." The sword spirit Ying Rong called out, cupped his hands first, and said, "The Jinghe Sword was originally my mother's saber, but for some unexplainable reason it ended up in the sword hut of the Zhengxuan School. I really intend to use your hand to take away the Jinghe Sword, and all these accidents happened because of me, I am sorry for you, Wenye."

Sword Spirit Ying Rong bowed his hands and apologized after finishing speaking.

"Ah, the Jinghe Sword is the sword of the senior mother?" Han Wenye hurriedly stood up, glanced at the sword spirit Yingrong, and always felt that he was a bit sad when he talked about these things.

"Yes." Sword Spirit Ying Rong replied, looking at Han Wenye.

"That's okay. Senior and I have also helped a lot, and I should be able to do this for senior." Han Wenye cupped his hands as he said that, with a smile on his face.

"You..." Jianling Yingrong saw Han Wenye's expression suddenly relaxed again, and really didn't know what happened.

"Hey, I thought that the Jinghe sword was the sword of a sweetheart of the senior." Han Wenye couldn't help but said: "After all, I heard what the Jinghe sword said about the mistress."

"Why do you think so, I have never been unable to talk about these messy things with people." Sword Spirit Ying Rong said with a frown.

"What the senior said is that the senior doesn't know how to fall in love with others." Han Wenye nodded when he heard the sound, but the smile in Han Wenye's eyes lost a little bit after the sword spirit Yingrong found out that he had finished speaking.

He really didn't understand what these emotions meant, but he continued: "This time you helped me get the Jinghe Sword, I would like to find another Spirit Sword from my sword library and repay it to you. If there is any difficulty, I will definitely help you."

"It doesn't have to be like this, I will find my own spirit sword." Han Wenye looked at Ying Rong, the sword spirit, and said, "Didn't the seniors also say that sword repairers regard the sword as their own life? Try to develop the sense of a sword from the beginning."

Seeing that Han Wenye was so generous, Ying Rong hesitated for a while, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a violent coughing outside, as if someone had been injured.

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