Zhao Hansong took it, and after he probed his spiritual sense into it, a look of shock appeared on his face.
"You, the Piao Miao Sect, are not living a normal life?"
Zhao Hansong looked at Ye Qingyuan and couldn't help but ask this question.
"Why? Could it be that there are a lot of resources in this space ring?"
After all, Qin Yu didn't know what was going on, so he asked.
"It can be said that there are a lot of these things. Even if I blow up the furnace dozens of times while refining the pills, there are still extra materials."
Zhao Hansong answered truthfully.
Qin Yu couldn't help but be stunned. It seemed that Ye Qingyuan's status in Piaomiao Sect was really very high.
"These things were prepared for me by my master, so Fellow Daoist Zhao, please don't let me down."
Ye Qingyuan looked at Zhao Hansong. These resources were hard-earned. Although so many were prepared just to prevent the furnace from exploding.
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But if it could be done in one go, she would naturally be very happy.
Zhao Hansong said, "Don't worry, I'm not as third-rate as you think."
Having said that, Zhao Hansong turned around and left. It was obvious that he couldn't wait to start refining the elixir.
As for Qin Yu, he stood there and said to Ye Qingyuan: "Fellow Daoist Ye, where should we go next?"
"The place we are going to next is the sword tomb that outsiders of my Piao Miao Sect are most forbidden to enter."
"But you can rest assured, Fellow Daoist Qin. My master has already agreed to this matter and can take you there."
Ye Qingyuan said this and walked towards another road.
Soon, they arrived at a place that looked very strange.
There are many long swords here, and each of them carries a very terrifying sword intent.
Just by arriving here, Qin Yu felt that the sword intent in his body had been mobilized.
And at this moment, the long swords made a buzzing sound, as if they sensed the existence of the Sword King and were subdued one after another.
Seeing such a commotion, Ye Qingyuan was not too surprised. After all, she knew very well that Qin Yu did have such talent.
Qin Yu, on the other hand, walked along with peace of mind, enjoying the worship of these spirit swords.
They didn't stop for too long along the way and soon reached the center.
There is a very large square here, in which there is a statue of a woman in a fairy dress swinging a sword.
Although it is just a statue, its movements are very graceful, just like a dance.
Qin Yu looked at the statue in front of him, then turned to look at Ye Qingyuan: "Fellow Daoist Ye, could this be the founder of your Piao Miao Sect?"
"She is the first generation leader of my Piao Miao Sect. It was from her that I inherited the Frost Sword of my Piao Miao Sect."
Ye Qingyuan nodded in reply.
Qin Yu nodded. This kind of woman was indeed very powerful.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, now I hope you can practice with me and improve my sword skills."
Ye Qingyuan spoke again.
Qin Yu asked, "Do I need to go all out, or should I give you some leeway?"
“Just give it your all.”
Ye Qingyuan answered truthfully.
Because she knew very well that Qin Yu was very powerful, and asked her to go all out, even though he would suppress her and she couldn't do anything.
But she also knew clearly that only in this way could she grow up in adversity.
"Since Fellow Daoist Ye has said so, I will naturally not let you off."
As he spoke, Qin Yu had already manifested a thousand swords, and a spiritual thought quickly emerged.
Feeling the terrible pressure, Ye Qingyuan found it difficult to move. Coupled with the suppression of the sword intent, she couldn't even draw her sword.
This made Ye Qingyuan feel a little scared. Could he really catch up with him?
Qin Yu did not take any action, but instead suppressed the opponent with his sword. Next, as long as Ye Qingyuan could draw his sword, he would have successfully taken the first step.
But it was extremely difficult to draw the sword. Under Qin Yu's suppression, Ye Qingyuan felt his body trembling.
The biggest difference between one sword cultivator and another is not their cultivation level, but their sword intent.
Now Qin Yu is filled with all kinds of terrifying sword intent, any one of which can crush her or even kill her instantly.
Although she knew that Qin Yu would not hurt her, she felt panic every time she put her hand on the hilt of the sword.
It seemed that as long as he drew his sword, he would die on the spot.
This process lasted for half an hour, during which Ye Qingyuan was struggling with his inner self.
Qin Yu saw this situation and said to Ye Qingyuan: "Let's take a rest for a while."
"No need, I can still hold on."
Ye Qingyuan did not choose to give up, but stood there and continued to grit his teeth and persevere.
Seeing this, Qin Yu did not continue speaking, but stood there quietly and watched.
This process lasted for two full days.
Ye Qingyuan was exhausted at this time, and even the hand holding the Frost Sword was about to loosen.
But she finally gritted her teeth, suddenly placed her hand on the hilt of the Frost Sword, and stared at Qin Yu.
She seemed to have made up her mind and suddenly pulled out the Frost Sword.
In an instant, a terrifying chill suddenly came over me and spread throughout the entire square.
But this frosty air stopped at Qin Yu's feet.
"puff!"
Ye Qingyuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
Seeing Ye Qingyuan lose consciousness, Qin Yu withdrew all his sword intent.
To be honest, it is amazing that Ye Qingyuan can persist for such a long time.
If it were anyone else, even Han Feng, they might not have the same perseverance as Ye Qingyuan.
But now that I think about it, I have to wait for Ye Qingyuan to recover first.
So Qin Yu sat down on the spot, looking at the statue in front of him, and began to deduce the statue's movements in his mind.
What kind of sword technique can have such smooth movements?
The next sword is to swing the sword? Or a straight stab?
Or should we say sheathing the sword?
Various moves were simulated in Qin Yu's mind, because he found that the movements of this statue could perfectly match his thinking.
This set of sword techniques is ever-changing and is much more interesting than what you imagined.
Perhaps while Ye Qingyuan is unconscious, I can pay close attention to this statue.
A few more days passed, and Qin Yu was still sitting here watching the statue. During this time, he sat there like a statue, motionless.
It was not until Ye Qingyuan gradually woke up that Qin Yu turned around and looked over: "Fellow Daoist Ye, did you sleep well this time?"
Ye Qingyuan held his forehead and asked, "How long have I slept?"
"Five days."
Qin Yu answered truthfully.
"So long?"
Ye Qingyuan looked at Qin Yu in shock and quickly stood up.
"Not very long. After all, if you want to make progress, it will naturally take a lot of time."
Qin Yu said, "Your condition is still very poor. I'm afraid you need to recover first."
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