i have a sword fairy

Chapter 599 The Correct Usage of the Falling Sword Bag (Refresh this chapter, read again!)
This time talking in the rain was not fruitless, at least Zhao Rong finally cleared up some doubts in his heart.

At the same time, he was also a little vigilant.

Any change in the heart lake, no matter how small, will be fed back to his thoughts and emotions in some form.

In the future, when it comes to the heart lake, Zhao Rong feels that he should be cautious, and can't give full power to a certain sword spirit.

It is true that the fate of the two is closely related, but someone seems to be able to change him in a way that does not hurt him, so as to achieve some purpose that it thinks is beneficial to the two.

This is something he cannot tolerate.

However, Zhao Rong did not say these thoughts at the moment.

Gui pretended to be relaxed and asked, "So, are you really not leaving now?"

Zhao Rong didn't answer, just stood quietly looking south, and said to himself: "Zhu Yourong is right, she is right."

"what?"

Zhao Rong stood in the drizzle, his hair, face, and neck were all soaked, and he looked extremely embarrassed, but he showed a bright smile.

He covered his face with both palms, rubbed it vigorously, and wiped it down again. A pair of clear eyes opened: "I can't go, I know what I want."

Nodding back, "Ruanfan and Beauty."

Zhao Rong stared at the fiery red figure fluttering fireflies in the spiritual field, and smiled, "Maybe it used to be, but now... I want the Qi family."

Return dumb.

"Zhao Rong." It suddenly reminded, "Someone is coming from the southeast."

Zhao Rong turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw a group of men approaching in that direction.

The reason why it is said to be aggressive is because Zhao Rong heard a woman's scolding from a long distance away.

"Bold thief, how dare you steal Lingtian at night."

Zhao Rong took a look, put away the gray fog in the falling sword bag, and then turned his head to call up the little fox demon who was having fun below, but before he could make a move, the leading woman of the group of newcomers in the southeast , then lightly jumped to ten steps in front of him like a shadow, held the sword in his hand, and kept a vigilant posture, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Zhao Rong turned around, there were five people here, two women and three men, led by one of them.

They are all young men and women. Except for the leading woman, the four behind them are dressed in cyan clothes, uniform uniforms, and there are charms floating on the cuffs, which seem to be temporary rain spells for magic robes, which are more common in the Xianjia sect. Raindrops don't stick.

The leading woman is quite eye-catching. She is about [-] years old and has a handsome and arrogant face. She is different from the others. She is dressed in a black sword suit and holds a two-foot rapier. The sword energy surrounds her body and turns into a curtain to block the autumn rain.

Because Qingjun Qian'er was a sword cultivator, Zhao Rong, who was familiar with her, could tell at a glance that the leading woman was a sword cultivator.

Gui casually said: "He is a young child who has just entered Haoran Realm."

Zhao Rong nodded, and glanced at the other four people behind her, they should all be in the Fuyao realm, the same as him.

At this time, another female disciple walked out of the forest behind the five people, also with Fuyao cultivation, came to the leading woman, and respectfully said:

"Senior Sister Ye, the spiritual field is fine, the firefly peach has not been picked yet, it is still on the tree, but one of the thief's accomplices has already entered, running around in the neon grass spiritual field, I don't know why .”

It turned out to be to inquire about the condition of Lingtian.

Hearing that something was fine, the cold and proud woman in the lead and the other four breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a male disciple in the back, who had a horse face, and immediately snorted coldly: "Where did you come from, the thief dared to steal our Qianhan Peak's spiritual field, today I will break your dog's legs."

At this time, Zhao Rong was standing in the rain with his whole body wet, but he could still see his youthful face, which should not be enough. In addition, his embarrassed appearance in the rain at this time did not seem like a cultivated mountain man, but more Like mortal thieves who rebelled against Jianbao.

The horse-faced male disciple and the five people immediately felt contemptuous, and immediately looked at him with disgust and disdain for stealing Xiaoxiao.

Zhao Rong ignored the horse-faced male disciple who threatened to break his dog's legs, and immediately said "Qian Hanfeng" in his heart.

He has heard a little about this fairy family sect. It is a small fairy family near Dali Jiyue Mountain. It is not large in scale. It is also out of ten in the entire Dali Dynasty Mountain. It is not as good as the Ziwei Pavilion where Su Qingdai used to be.

But this spiritual field was planted by them, so it is reasonable.

So these people are all disciples of Qian Hanfeng?

Then Zhao Rong glanced at the cold and arrogant woman who was leading the way again. In just two decades, she had already cultivated the Grand Virtue Realm, and she was still a female swordsman. Extremely outstanding, of course, there is still some distance compared with Su Qingdai, the top fairy in the fairy family on the northern mountain, but the gap should not be too big.

It can be seen from the respectful expressions of these male disciples who surround her.

Zhao Rong was going to take the initiative to explain that they just went down to catch fireflies, um, what if they believed it?
However, the cold and proud woman called Senior Sister Ye by Qian Hanfeng's disciple suddenly asked, "How did the magic circle break?"

The female disciple who came to complain shook her head, "I don't know, but the thief's accomplice is inside."

All the disciples of Qianhan Peak woke up.

Because I discovered that someone should also be a monk, not some mortal who strayed into the spiritual field.

So this is a hidden clumsiness?What does he want?
Everyone looked at Zhao Rong with vigilance immediately.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at the cold and proud woman.

This Senior Sister Ye also squinted at him, and asked coldly: "Who are you, and where did you know that there are Yingtao here? Do you know that this elixir is a product of our Weiwei mountain?"

After the words fell, before Zhao Rong could answer, the five Qianhanfeng disciples behind her quietly dispersed, as if they were going to surround him.

Gui Youyou said: "Yingtao is a kind of elixir, but the effect is not very good. One Yingtao can increase life by three years, and there are eight or nine in the tree below. It's not bad if you add them together... Among the ordinary monks on the mountain, it is also a rare treasure."

It’s not a big deal to watch the excitement, "Haha Zhao Rong, it looks like you are going to be misunderstood? Let you catch fireflies in the middle of the night, it’s okay now, Guada Lixia, I said before that this firefly looks familiar, It turned out to be Yingtao..."

Zhao Rong suspected that the sword spirit deliberately didn't talk about it after seeing it through, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it at this time.

In addition...is it Weiwei Mountain again?

Hearing what Senior Sister Ye said at this time, he immediately stopped explaining and turned to look at the little fox demon in the spiritual field below. The latter seemed to have noticed some movement above and was about to come up.

Zhao Rong, who was about to be surrounded, thought for a while, then left the little fox demon behind without saying a word, turned around and ran away, as if he was so frightened that he was desperate to escape.

As soon as this wet, weird man moved, Ye Yao immediately figured out the details of his cultivation, and after sneering, "Heh late Fuyao stage", the spiritual energy in his body urged him, and he dodged to chase after him.

Zhao Rong is following the path of a martial artist. Even though he is extremely fast, he is still somewhat inferior to Ye Yao, who already has spiritual energy in his body and can control his energy. She will catch up with her soon.

Besides, he just wanted her to catch up.

At this time, Zhao Rong rushed into the forest, Ye Yao quickly overtook the others, took the lead, opened the distance, and within ten breaths, he had already caught up with him.

With the thin sword in her hand, the sword energy condensed into a cold light, and she wanted to stab Zhao Rong's back after approaching.

At this time, the difference between the two was less than seven steps.

then,

Zhao Rong turned around.

He braked suddenly, turned back, and turned his head to meet the pursuers!

The two of them were already extremely fast, but at this moment Ye Yao's rush was hard to stop, and Zhao Rong was coming towards him again, the speed was too fast to react in time.

The two sides met in the air almost without breathing.

Ye Yao was startled, at this moment there was only one thought in his mind...how dare he?Looking for death?
She was rushing with spiritual energy, while protecting her body with sword energy, the tip of the sword was facing forward, trying to let him hit him by himself, and be pierced through the heart by the sword.

however,
Her sword is gone.

I saw a flash of gray light.

The woman's palm was empty.

Before she lost her natal sword, she had time to calm down her painful mind.

There was another cloud of gray mist, and the woman was immediately wrapped around her whole body by it, and the sword energy that protected her body was completely lost.

At this moment, Ye Yao was like a sharp sword that was radiating cold light and was suddenly put into its sheath... Then with the sword in its sheath, someone threw it on the ground...

When the five people from Qianhanfeng rushed over one after another from behind.

They saw that Senior Sister Ye, who had just ascended to Weiwei Mountain and was greatly admired by them, was wrapped in a strange gray mist and fell limply on the ground.

Standing in front of her was a wet young man, holding a gray cigarette pouch in one hand and playing with a thin sword bound by gray mist in the other. He smiled kindly and looked at them who came one by one.

Without saying a word, the disciples of Qianhan Peak turned around and fled...

Zhao Rong chuckled, threw the rapier into the gray cigarette pouch, and ran after him...

Not long after, all five of Qian Hanfeng's people were subdued.

……

"Guild, they are all in the Fuyao realm, why are they so weak? I haven't used the sword drop bag yet." Someone smiled.

"The disciples of the Immortal School in such a small place are indeed quite weak. Besides, in the early stage of Fuyao Realm, fish and dragons are mixed together. There will be many monks who are extremely dehydrated. How can they be worthy of the word Fuyao? Probably a lifetime They won't even touch the edge of Tianzhi Realm..." Sword Spirit curled his lips.

"what about me?"

"You first solve the problem of shrinking the meridians to accommodate the spiritual energy in the body, and then let's talk about it when you are in awe-inspiring state." It poured cold water on it.

"........."

Gui's tone was arrogant: "Besides, you have a physique comparable to that of a monster of a different kind, you are just kidding? This seat trained you to match those who are the descendants of the famous families and the arrogance of the Taiqing Mansion. It is you The kind of housewives exist, if you want to compare, try to compare with them.

"Heh, how can these monks from the small sect be your opponents? I was frightened by you just now, and they can't be obediently subdued after being approached by you?"

Zhao Rong nodded, thinking that there should be another reason... After he experienced the life-and-death bloody battle with Qin Jianfu in the Imperial Mausoleum Palace, his training improved a lot.

These are real practical experience, greatly improved.

He thought again: "I didn't expect this falling sword bag to be so powerful and restrain sword cultivators so much."

Gui this time nodded and agreed:

"It is indeed a good thing, it is a rare treasure, but this thing has innate spirituality, this time it can help you restrain a young sword cultivator who has just entered the Haoran Realm after you get close to the enemy, but its wisdom is limited after all, you If you want to use your fingers like your arms and exert all its special effects, you have to enter Hao and have a spiritual cultivation base..."

Sword Spirit urged, Zhao Rong nodded.

At this time, Zhao Rong had returned to the original place on the high slope.

Su Xiaoxiao left the basin where Lingtian was located with a small bookcase on her back, and returned to the high slope.

As soon as she came up, she saw Zhao Rong holding a gray cigarette bag, and six strange people bound by gray fog at his feet.

The little fox demon immediately dropped the firefly in her hand and ran over. She didn't ask these strangers at the first time, but bit her lip and wiped the wet water on Zhao Rong's face very distressed. I wiped my sleeves, and then took out a handkerchief and a towel...

"Why are you caught in the rain? The barrier is right next to you. You don't know how many steps to go in to hide. You're so stupid. You still say I'm stupid, and so are you..."

Zhao Rong smiled and let Su Xiaoxiao wipe and complain without explaining.

The little fox demon wanted to change his clothes, but Zhao Rong waved his hand and refused.

She turned her head and glanced at the few people struggling in vain on the ground, Su Xiaoxiao was not stupid, she vaguely understood.

She said in a strange tone: "Oh, Zhao Lang, didn't you say that you are familiar with Dali, I want to give you face..."

Zhao Rong blushed.

He coughed twice, "Isn't this once a stranger and acquaintance the second time? We know each other this time, and we will definitely know each other next time."

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

She still felt a little embarrassed, and pulled Zhao Rong's sleeve with her small hand, "Zhao Lang, if there is no malice, let them go, after all, we broke into someone else's spiritual field... Well, if there was a misunderstanding just now, then explain Just one click."

Zhao Rong nodded with a smile, and rubbed her little head, "I know, it's not like this, I have something to ask, you go over there and wait for me first."

"Okay." Su Xiaoxiao obediently ran to wait not far away.

Zhao Rong wiped the water from her temples with the little scented handkerchief she left behind, then lowered her head, and started down to business.

At this time, gray mist was slowly flowing out of the gray cigarette bag in his hand, wrapping Ye Yao and the other five people under restraint.

Zhao Rong can actually control the fog to some extent.

Because the Falling Sword Bag has recognized its owner, it possesses innate wisdom—let’s call it a bag spirit—he can communicate with it and give orders.

Right now, Zhao Rong doesn't have a spiritual cultivation, so he can only use this method of controlling the bag spirit to control the falling sword bag, but because its spiritual intelligence is not too high, the two have just recognized the master, and they are not familiar with each other, so communication is sometimes troublesome... …

Zhao Rong ignored the other five people. After looking at Ye Yao who was struggling in the gray mist, he thought for a while, then raised his index finger and tapped the pouch lightly.

He conveyed his thoughts: "Let her speak."

The tumbling gray mist manipulated by the bag spirit paused, and then slowly dissipated the part of the gray mist on Ye Yao's head.

The previously cold, arrogant and elegant woman had messy hair at this moment, she said to Zhao Rong in shock and anger: "Ugh... 咖咲... Let go of me, let me go quickly..."

Zhao Rong ignored her nonsense, looked down at the sword bag in his hand, and tapped it lightly with his index finger.

He took this opportunity to try to communicate and manipulate:

"Well, you don't need to bind her so tightly... How about this, try turning into a rope, as long as you can bind her, try to save some mist."

The bag spirit was slightly stunned, it seemed that the current spiritual wisdom did not quite understand what a rope was.

Zhao Rong thought about it, and tried to describe it again, "It's thin and long, yes, so... By the way, it should be softer, smooth and tough, so you can try it."

The bag spirit tried to turn the gray mist into a gray rope that it understood, um, or more like... gray tentacles, it began to bend and wrap around the slender body of Ye Yao who was cursing furiously, it turned and turned , trying to tie it up according to the master's instructions.

Ye Yao's expression was startled, and then it seemed that she was scratched by the gray mist to the itchy place or somewhere else, she was extremely ashamed, "Oh no, it's so itchy! It's so itchy hahaha, let go! No, no, no!" You can’t tie it like this! Quickly loosen it... ah..."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Bag Spirit: "..."

The atmosphere seemed to be off.

(End of this chapter)