Fast pass system: hide the boss, please accept the move

Chapter 322 Immortals Are Hard to Find (29)

Phoenix blood essence? !
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of all the elders fell on the crimson long sword, seeing that the red flowing light on the sword body was restrained and elegant, and its brilliance was dazzling and eye-catching.

Then, the gazes of several people fell on the Su Yi Venerable who had always been indifferent but was as elegant as jade.

The second elder said enviously with a bit of sour tone: "This is the Fengming sword, the little master is really kind to the disciple. I think I used to want to see this Fengming but I couldn't."

You must know that Venerable Yunan is not only unparalleled in cultivation talent, but also has a lot of experience in forging swords and refining weapons. Over the past few hundred years, she has refined a lot of spiritual weapons, but she rarely forges weapons, and others can't. It is very difficult to get the magic weapon she made.

She was not the one who refined the Fengming Sword, but she was the one who infused the Phoenix's blood essence into it and refined it again, raising the quality of the spirit weapon to rank nine.

The grades of spiritual weapons range from bottom to high, from one to ten grades.

When the ninth-grade spiritual weapon appeared in the world, countless people wanted to grab it, but they all dared not take it because of the power of Ziwei Tiangong and Mu Yun'an's own strength.

However, Feng Mingjian appeared in front of people when he was born, and Mu Yun'an never took it out afterwards.

They really did not expect that today, they would see it in the hands of such a foundation cultivator.

——It seems that the little uncle is really kind to this disciple.

Shunhua felt the complex gazes of these people, and his expressions did not fluctuate, and he only looked down at the competition in the field.

Shen Wen was indeed the leader of the younger generation, he swung his sword swiftly and fiercely, and there was a quick change of spells mixed with it, all of a sudden, he forced Qi Yun to keep retreating.

Seeing this situation, the Great Elder sighed: "Qi Yun's cultivation level is a little shallow after all."

But just after he said these words, suddenly, green light flashed in the field, and the crimson light of Fengming in Qi Yun's hands flowed, interspersed in the vibrant greenery, like a little bit of fragrance among thousands of miles of greenery.

His offensive suddenly became hasty, causing Shen Wen's movements to fluctuate for a moment, and at this moment, Qi Yun caught one of his flaws, and the sword light was like falling flowers.

But for a moment, the situation in the field reversed.

But seeing that young man in white clothes like a fairy has a peerless appearance, with a tenderness of pity for falling flowers in his eyes, but his sword intent is fierce, and there is a sharp edge in that gentleness, and the lingering lingering of falling flowers and flowing water is also dyed on the sword's edge.

The originally sharp Qingfeng brought gentleness but did not lose the sharpness that the sword should have. The gentleness and tenderness are just lingering sword energy, which is both soft and strong.

Shunhua looked at the figure of the young man in the field with a gentle smile and a bit of admiration in his eyes.

"Acceptance." The scarlet blade of Fengming Sword pointed directly at Shen Wen's throat.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Shen Wen's forehead.

He was in a mess right now, his clothes were scratched a lot by the sword energy, and blood was seeping out in many places, although it wasn't serious, he looked very embarrassed.

On the other hand, Qi Yun, although he also had wounds on his body, his jade-white face had a line of bloodstains that were not deep or shallow when the two of them were fighting most intensely. However, even so, his expression still contained intoxicating gentleness, and because of Shengli's eyes are even brighter, and his demeanor is not inferior to Wen Renyao for a while.

Shen Wen sighed with a wry smile: "Thank you, Master Uncle, for your mercy."

Qi Yun was not used to being called Master Uncle for a while, but Shen Wen said that it was perfectly fine for him to be called Master Uncle.

Qi Yun bowed with his sword in his arms, then turned around and looked at Shunhua with an eye-catching smile.

"Master, I won."

He spoke silently, his brows and eyes were filled with the vigor of a young man, and his gentle look was like the scorching sun in the clouds, making people dare not look directly at him for a while.

Shunhua looked at him, and smiled silently at him, like a sacred lotus blooming in a snow mountain, like a green lotus blooming.

(End of this chapter)