Sword Immortal Cultivation Handbook

Chapter 226

Moreover, some special changes in some power-generating techniques when performing sword moves have made the power of sword moves even stronger.

Shen Zhiyu showed excitement, this way, she doesn't need to practice new sword moves from scratch!

Thinking of this, Shen Zhiyu's face suddenly collapsed, but it was not completely unnecessary.

She still hasn't fully understood the No.13 style of "Breaking the Army".

But it's useless to think about it now. It's better to change the sword move first and improve your own strength.

"Qingya." Shen Zhiyu called softly, and immediately, two agile black lights appeared from her fingertips, circled around her fingertips a few times, and then spiraled down.

After the sword light was cruising, the Qingya sword, which was flashing faintly, also revealed its figure inch by inch.

Hey, this way of appearance is much better than before, is it done by that stupid sword spirit in Qingya Sword?
Shen Zhiyu weighed the Qingya sword in his hand, stared at the sword and called tentatively, "Qingya?"

Knowing that the guy reacted slowly, Shen Zhiyu waited patiently for a while, and sure enough, after being quiet for a while, a slow voice came from his mind, "...I'm here."

"You changed it?" Shen Zhiyu asked.

"Well, it looks good." Qingya had a rare quick reaction.

Shen Zhiyu nodded approvingly, it is indeed very good-looking, so neat, it also has the mysterious feeling of a mortal sword fairy, but it is a little slower to come out, it is not suitable for fighting.

Just as Shen Zhiyu thought of this, Qingya sensed her thoughts, and said automatically, "...can be controlled."

Ok?
This little guy even took the initiative to speak out, it’s not easy. Before the birth of consciousness, its various emotions showed a soft and sticky personality. I never thought that after the birth of consciousness, it would be such a Aloof and withdrawn.

This guy is usually very quiet, he doesn't like to talk to people and doesn't like to make a sound. He usually squats in his own place like a mushroom and shuts himself up.Usually they don't show up, but once they show up and make a noise, there is a high probability that they are looking for her to eat.

But it was fed a lot of sword raising materials not long ago, according to its eating pattern, it is not yet "hungry" time.Shen Zhiyu was thinking in his heart.

"Are you hungry?" Shen Zhiyu asked.

After a moment of silence, Qingya said in a muffled voice: "...No."

Hmm... Listening to this voice, why do you feel that it is so unhappy?
"Then do you want to come out to play?" Shen Zhiyu didn't know how to coax the withdrawn child, so he asked dryly.

"No." Qingya resolutely refused.

After that, when Shen Zhiyu asked again, it stopped responding.

Shen Zhiyu scratched her head, feeling that the child was really difficult to coax.

After looking at the room, Shen Zhiyu opened the door with a sword in his hand, ready to find a place to practice sword moves.

Just after pushing the door open, Shen Zhiyu froze for a moment after seeing the scene outside.

Why are there so many monks?
First of all, there are two people playing chess in the most conspicuous position. The two holding the chess pieces are Zhenzun Renxing and another handsome man in his 30s. He is wearing a high-level uniform of Qingxu Palace, his eyes are extremely cold, and his whole body is fierce and vast. .

There was silence on the top of the mountain, and the two of them came and went, placing pieces on the chessboard one by one, making a crisp sound of "click".

Although Shen Zhiyu couldn't see the cultivation level of this unfamiliar monk, there was a high probability that the one who could sit and play chess with Zhenzun Mi Xing on an equal footing was also a cultivator of Huashen.

There were more than a dozen Foundation Establishment monks standing behind the Stranger God Transformation monk, all dressed in Qingxu Palace costumes, standing there tall and straight, like two rows of pillars.

He Chong, whom he met in the wasteland before, was also among them.

Han Lian was nowhere to be seen.

And when Shen Zhiyu opened the door, there was a lot of movement, the strange big guy who was playing chess and the two rows of pillars all looked over.

The cultivator who turned the stranger into a deity had a particularly sharp scrutiny.

How could this atmosphere feel tense.

Shen Zhiyu stood at the door, at a loss, but wanted to go back to the room very much.

Why did she come out?It would be nice to read more books in the house, but I have to come out to practice swords!

But it's not unreasonable to be frozen here all the time, Shen Zhiyu took a deep breath, and calmly walked to the side of Zhenzun Xixing, "Taishizu."

The black chess piece held by Zhenzun Ren Xing's finger fell down. He glanced at her and gave a faint "hmm", then pointed to the empty teacup next to the chessboard.

Seeing this, Shen Zhiyu graciously picked up the teapot next to him to refill the boss's tea.

At the same time, she glanced at the mighty monk of Qingxu Palace on the other side, only to find that there was no teacup in front of him.

This is... Did the compassionate boss not give it up at all?Let me go, not even a cup of tea, what a hatred.

Shen Zhiyu's eyelids twitched, feeling something was wrong. After thinking about it for a while, she pretended not to notice, and stood behind Zhenzun Xixing with a low eyebrow.

At this moment, Qingxu Palace Da Neng on the other side of the table snorted, and suddenly raised an alarm, "Qin Yangyun, your disciple is too ignorant of etiquette."

Qin Yangyun, the real name of Zhenzun Minxing, he didn't even address him by his Taoist name, but just called him by his name, which shows that the relationship between the two parties is really bad.

True Venerable Mercy half-raised his eyelids, and said with a smirk: "Why, the dozen or so disciples behind you don't have long hands? You have to rely on my disciples to drink a cup of hot tea."

As soon as these words came out, the two rows of pillars behind the strange cultivator suddenly showed panic, and then the solemn He Chong came forward, made a pot of tea beside him, and offered it with both hands respectfully.

The de-familiarized cultivator glanced at him, but ignored him, keeping him in the posture of serving tea.

Seeing that his posture of serving tea was actually kneeling, Shen Zhiyu was so surprised that she took a few glances quietly.

Then he thought in his heart that this cultivator of the Qingxu Palace was too strict.

The two masters continued to play chess. Shen Zhiyu looked at the black and white warm chess pieces on the chessboard, and found that she couldn't understand the trend inside at all, and only felt it was mysterious and unpredictable.

It continued for more than half an hour, but there was still no winner. The Qingxu Palace Huashen cultivator showed impatience, and suddenly raised his hand to slap the chessboard.

Suddenly, Shen Zhiyu only felt a domineering sword qi suddenly appear, slashing obliquely at the falling palm of the cultivator of Qingxu Palace.

The usually indifferent eyes of the true venerable benevolence became extremely cold and stern, "If you want to beat or smash, go back to your Qingxu Palace, and stop showing off your prestige here."

Qingxu Gongshen cultivator saw the sword energy, and a shimmering light appeared on the palm of his hand. He caught the domineering invisible sword energy lightly, with a half-smile on his face, and then he took the sword Throw it back like a dart.

I don't know whether he was intentional or not, the sword energy thrown back was facing Shen Zhiyu, and the speed was not fast, she could feel that she could dodge it by rolling on the spot.

Shen Zhiyu, who was standing behind Zhenzun Ren Xing, felt her heart tense, many things flashed through her mind quickly, but in the end she suppressed the creepy sense of crisis and stood still.

(End of this chapter)