Chapter 39:

Cheng Qian has no shortage of swords-Fuyao faction has a wealthy head, and nothing is left. There is no problem in throwing a sword out of one. It is only that Cheng Qian has been on Qinglong Island, and his daily encounter is nothing but Zhang Dasen. He deliberately honed his sword skills. So far he has not replaced the wooden sword.
A sword is not new, but this one is different. Cheng Qian can see it at a glance.
You don't need to think about it, you know, this is definitely not given by Yan Zhengming. At first, this ordinary, even a bit old scabbard is not in line with the taste of their head brother. Second, as the head of Yan, he has to do Good things will never be so sneaky, but whenever Yan Zhengming has any good things to give away, he will first show off with his brothers and brothers, and then hold a combing contest or something, and turn everyone around, who will be happy to serve the grandfather. To whom.
If you look closely, the sword's hilt and the body of the sword are engraved with fine spells, which are incredibly complicated. One by one, Cheng Cheng's eyesight for reading books on Qinglong Island could not be completely understood for a while. What amulet.
He raised his finger, tempted to touch the sword body, and paused before touching it—just when his finger was less than half an inch away from the sword body, Cheng Qian suddenly developed something inexplicable. a feeling of.
It was a cold scent with a smell of rust, looming around the sword body, as if the sword itself was alive.
Cheng Qian was puzzled at first, then he suddenly thought of a possibility, and suddenly opened his eyes. There were dark symbols around the sword!
You must know that the Dark Charm is the essence of the charm, and the power that can not be achieved can not be achieved. The only person Cheng Qian has ever seen who can engrav the Dark Charm is his ancestor, the Northern Ningjun of the Sect of All Demons.
And if you elaborate, even the secret charm of Bei Mingjun is not pure, because the carrier is very special, it is his own soul, not so much that he is a high-powered spell, it is actually more like a magical spirit cultivation method, Not much into the stream.
There are many people in the world who understand spells, and everyone has many refiners, but how many people can darken the charms around the sword body?
Cheng Qian can almost imagine that once this thing is born, it must be a famous sword that everyone can't find. But he looked around carefully on the sword, but did not find the sword name.
Just then, Cheng Qian noticed that a corner of the note was exposed under the tea tray on the table, and one side of the note was soaked with something. He got a little bit of it, sniffed under the nose, and couldn't help getting more confused-- It was a pool of blood.
The blood-stained note reads: "The" Frostblade "belongs to the original owner. Do n’t use it without permission, remember."
Regardless of whether it is "Frost Blade" or "Returning to the Original Owner", Cheng Qian was scratching his head. He carefully checked his room from the inside to the outside, and finally found a string of blood stains in the corner by the window.
The person who left the sword must have left the back window. The puddle had been playing in the front yard, and it was normal that he was not alarmed.
Cheng Qian hesitated for a while, thinking whether he should tell Yan Zhengming about the incident, but hesitated several times to reach out and push the door, and then shrank back—he felt that the person who left the sword may not be a good intention. Things are not like good things.
Cheng Qian has always been a good-natured person. After thinking about it for a moment, he decided not to alarm other people, opened the window, leapt forward, and silently chased after him in the direction of the blood stains.
He also said that he wiped it gently on his eyes, infused Zhenyuan into his eyes. Suddenly, the mountains and rivers in front of him lived, and the blood stains hidden everywhere were glanced by Cheng Qian.
I don't know who this injured person was, it didn't seem fatal, and he was still mentally full. He ran for half of Qinglong Island until Cheng Qian chased near a reef by the sea and found that the blood was broken.
Cheng Qianxin said: "Can it be a jump?"
He was looking down at the seashore, and suddenly, a sense of crisis emerged from his heart.
I don't know if this kind of intuition is the reason for practicing qi or he often fights and honed. Cheng Qian trusts it very much. He is busy converging his breath and hiding himself in the place where he is betrayed.
This hiding, the timing was very large, almost the next moment, a few masked people fell from the sky, looking around.
Cheng Qian glanced, his pupils shrank, for nothing else—these men were descended from the imperial sword.
He doesn't know if Yan Zhengming has touched Yu Jian's side now, anyway, he can't do it anyway, not to mention that the other party is higher than him, and there are more than ten people.
You don't need to guess where these people are. When you see them walking in the middle of the night, you know that they are definitely not doing something brilliant.
Cheng Qian didn't have time to think carefully. The next moment, a masked man blew a long whistle. A strange bird in the air immediately fell down. The bird had a height of one person, and its wings spread out than the puddle. It is a little bigger than the big wings, and glides down like a blue sky.
Behind Cheng Qian has started to sweat a bit—he has a very knowledgeable brother like Li Zhi, and he has heard a lot of strange stories. He knows that the bird is called a "living bird" and can be used specifically Come and explore the breath of a living person, because it can fly, it is much more useful than a spirit dog.
The living bird was extremely keen, and saw Cheng Qian about a long time ago. After taking the order, the first thing was to yell in the direction of his hiding.
No matter how good the body can't run the sword technique, in a hurry, Cheng Qian quickly drew a few around his waist, found out a few small bottles, smelled it, and picked a random mess and sprayed on him. Those things were made by Li Wei for them to play with, specifically what Qian Qian could not say too clearly, only vaguely remembered that there was one who could hide his body.
"Luck it," he thought. Immediately, Cheng Qian felt that the whole person was frozen, and his body was numb and unable to move.
He was suffering bitterly in his heart, and felt that the blessing of his two elder brothers might be accounted for here.
The living bird and the masked man rushed to Cheng Qian who could not move for a while, but the next moment, they passed him by blindly.
Could it be that he actually got the potion that disappeared, but could not move without side effects?
After his eyes could turn a little harder, Cheng Qian realized that he hadn't disappeared, just turned into a stone.
Although Li Zhi's unknown fossil water saved his life, he also set Cheng Cheng in place for a whole night. Those masked people came and went, and didn't leave until dawn.
Before leaving, the leader looked around aimlessly, Cheng Qian saw his eyes clearly. For a moment, he felt that the person was a little familiar, at least that pair of eyes seemed to have been seen somewhere.
By the time Cheng Qian was able to move, it was almost midday.
Wrapped in a sea breeze, he dragged his stiff body with the same hands and feet back to his residence, and was running out of the door when he encountered Li Yan.
Li Yan's face was pale, apparently busy for a night, but his spirit was okay. I saw his face covered with a veil. The room behind him seemed to have just lost fire. Out.
Li Yan lifted his head weakly and said to the puddle riding on the wall to catch bugs: "Little sister, catch it."
After speaking, he found a panacea and bounced into the puddle on the wall.
That puddle always shows a bit of inhuman birdishness inadvertently-for example, she is far better than ordinary children, and is especially good at catching things that pass quickly. Upon hearing that, she also did not reach out her hand, and immediately stretched her neck without hesitation, opened her mouth to "wow," and put the elixir in her mouth with great precision.
She licked the elixir, tasted the sweetness, and ate it as jelly beans.
Cheng Qian: "..."
Even though it was known that Li Xun had lost her medicine to suppress the evil spirits, she was still in a delicate mood when she saw the situation.
Xiao Shimei was so trained that he was astounded ... except that he was not trained to look like a human.
Seeing that she was done eating, Li Yan lay down a stroke like a heart attack and yawned before going back to the house.
Cheng Qian suddenly moved in his heart and stopped him and said, "Wait a second brother, let me inquire about you."
Li Yan: "What?"
Cheng Qian: "Do you know the 'Frostblade' sword?"
Li Min walked, and said strangely, "Frost Blade? What do you ask it to do?"
"I saw a legend by chance," Cheng Qian said with no sincerity, "so do you know?"
Li Yan frowned: "Slightly heard-it is said that this sword does not have a sword inscription, because its sword body is extremely cold, seeing blood condensing frost, and it is not red or hot when falling into the true fire of Samadhi, so someone named it For 'Frostblade', I heard that in addition to this, it has a nickname, 'No good sword.' "
... It's a good name.
Li Xuan continued: "Think back then, this Frostblade sword was born out of continually cutting three big demons. The swordsman became famous in one fell swoop, and the sword was touted as a magic sword for demons and demons. In the three or five years, the predecessor fell into the hands of a great demon with a sword again. Since then, the sword has fallen into countless dead souls, and the great devil has won the position of the North Underworld. This sword has been As the first magic sword in the world, thirty years later, the generation of the devil of all generations was betrayed by the disciples, died under this sword, and Frostblade fell into the hands of the disciple of the magic, and for ten years, the ten martial encircles The magic road, slaughtered more than a hundred people, and the sword fell into the hands of a mighty righteous man. After turning around, he became a weapon of defense again. Everyone thought the dust was settled. What do you guess? "
Cheng Qian heard it for a moment, and asked, "What?"
Li Xun laughed: "One hundred and thirty and four years later, the mighty man fell unexpectedly because of his aunt, and was so anxious that he frowned himself with a frost-edged sword. From then on, the whereabouts of the famous sword was unknown-who you heard from Is this unlucky thing? "
Cheng Qian didn't answer, only went back to his house with all his heart.
However, even if it is ominous, this frostblade is still to the swordsman, like the peerless beauty to the satyr, the rare treasure to the wealthy fan, the solitary scroll to the nerd, and the charm is almost irresistible.
Cheng Qian picked it up and lowered it several times, and finally used all his willpower to lock this unknown sword into the locker. When the lock was locked, he really felt what it means to be "heart-like." I ca n’t help it until the next moment, often with my side.
However, there are many strange things about this. Cheng Qian couldn't figure out who would sneak into his house, and he still left such an exquisite sword. He chased out the other day was a frivolous move. Before things are unknown, Cheng Qian does not plan to make any haste. What decision.
Because of the big match, the entire Qinglong Island was coaxed into a ball, and even Zhang Dasen had no time to find Cheng Qian. After half a month, the huge list was engraved on a large rock on the of Lecture Hall. Now, the order of the first round of the battle has been set.
On that day, the island was really crowded, and the powers that saw the dragons in front of the dragons all stood in two rows and wore the same clothes.
It can be said that people are clothed in clothes. The white coat of this water is fluttering, and even Tang Wanqiu seems to have a little more people. I can see that the lecture halls are standing on one side, and the middle is like a Han River between the Chu River. No one cares about anyone.
Perhaps the clothes were too white, but Tang Wanqiu had dishes on the face, and Cheng Qian glanced around her, only to think she seemed more unhappy than usual.
He looked again, and Zhou Hanzheng didn't seem very happy. He saw a mask-like smile on his face, but the Sansi fan in his hand did not turn on, holding his palms a moment, and his eyes moved from time to time.
Cheng Qian suddenly moved in his heart, he suddenly remembered that the masked man made him feel a little familiar with the eyes, how did it look like Zhou Hanzheng!
But there was no time to think about it. There was a sudden riot in the crowd, followed by deafening cheers. Cheng Qian first became unclear. So again, all the powerful people on the stage stood up, only to hear someone say, "Island master! Island! The Lord is here! "
Among them, Yan Zhengming only met the owner of Qinglong Island. For a time, even Cheng Qian couldn't help but feel a little curious. He slightly lifted his heels and followed the crowd to look there. Passing through the crowd, all of them seemed like fairy boys, rushed through the crowd, came to the center of Huantai, and lined up silently.
When the team came to an end, the true spirit of the owner of Qinglong Island was revealed.
The owner of the island is a long man. If you look at the standard of a mortal man, this person is only in his early thirties. He has a beautiful appearance, a azure robe, long hair scattered behind him, and no vertical crown. With a blue dragon stick, he was a little taller than the whole man.
The island owner didn't look up and walk very slowly, and the whole person was angry with an unspeakable weak book. When he reached the middle of the big ring, he raised his head slightly and glanced slowly across the audience. He deliberately stopped for a moment on Yan Zhengming.
The four-sacred island owner was not only unpretentious at all, but also filled with an indescribable sorrow, like a talented man who had run out of food, and his gaze was on a few people in the Fuyao School. Sweeping back, he nodded his head, and then nodded to the main hall.
In recent years, the Qinglong Island Lord did not show up all year round as if it did not exist. Everyone immediately boiled, but Yan Zhengming frowned secretly: "Strange."
What a strange thing is this?
Cheng Qian glanced at him, and heard Yan Zhengming whispered inaudibly: "Isn't the owner of the island closed all the time, and even the opening of Xianxian City does not show up? A mediocre and disciplinary contest, he came out to do what?"
No one answered him—Han Yuan, who asked about Bao, wouldn't know where to go.
Qinglong Island is a little bit enthusiastic. Of course, Han Yuan can't miss it. He ran early and drew up the list again and again. It should be said that this kid should also play, let him endorse books, and he could live up to him. Life, these useless things can be remembered. Looking at it, he also listens to the six eyes and the eyes in all directions, listening to the comments of the people with long tongues from beginning to end.
Listening to the meaning of those who chewed their tongues, Zhang Dasen was faintly respected in the meditation. Han Yuan was very dissatisfied, and said, "My little brother just doesn't like to show his face, and that Dahei is cut off by him privately. It is broken into slag, and he himself said nothing, these things that do not know Taishan.
Suddenly I heard another person say, "Zhang Dasen? Hey ... I don't think it sounds good, and he really is nothing."
Han Yuan suddenly felt the confidant, and he stretched his neck to see the person talking.
The crowd was busy asking "how to say", and saw that the well-informed person had caught everyone's addiction, and then he said without hesitation: "Look, aren't there ten tenets? Decide ten winners separately, and then Only the winners of the Lecture Hall of the Lecture Hall are eligible to enter the real Qinglong Island contest and compete against the inner court disciples of Qinglong Island. "
Han Yuan froze.
The man said again: "Think again, you guys have been on the island for more than five years. Except for some errands, have you ever seen those insiders?"
The crowd shook their heads, Han Yuan loached in front of him, and yelled, "Brother, don't sell off!"
The man said "Hey" and shook his head: "None of the disciples' resources and qualifications are comparable to me. Besides, I heard that some qualified disciples would not be able to come out for ten or eight years after retreating in the mountains. He was exhausted and worked hard, and Zhang Dasen and Zhang Daoyou were at best among us, and met the real ... hehe. "
He said that he was inscrutable, shaking his head and waving his hands, and said nothing.
Han Yuan's eyes turned and he ran away. 2k novel reading network