The transparent woman wearing the frost-covered horn looked at the gray pipe.

In one hand she held the scabbard, and in the other she held the 'water' transformed from the Mo Xia sword.

It seems that he has no hands free.

The gray pipe, which had been silent until then, suddenly flew up and turned into a gray stream of light, trying to escape!

The gray pipe is of extremely high quality and has a high level of intelligence. It had been lurking silently before, ready to wait for Zhao Rong to bring it out of these strange places. When Zhao Rong opens the Sumeru object, it will turn into a stream of light and escape.

Because it was sure that Zhao Rong, who was only at the Fuyao realm, could not stop it at all, nor could he refine it.

The gray pipe had even eaten the natal sword of a Yuanying sword cultivator, and it was unknown how many flying swords of sword cultivators at the Jindan realm and below it had swallowed. How could it be inferior to such an ant?

However.

It never expected that it would meet this unreasonable transparent woman in the end.

A bit of innate intelligence told it that if it didn't run away now, it would be too late...

But the next second, under the calm gaze of the transparent woman, the gray pipe suddenly stopped all movements.

Like a shooting star frozen in the night sky.

Surrounded by thousands of white jade square steles.

The quiet, transparent woman pauses to freeze the gray pipe in the air, and the scholar in white clothes curiously watches the show.

It constitutes a peaceful scene.

The gray pipe spun tentatively in the air.

Then.

Fly back.

He looked like a truant boy who was blocked by his teacher at the door.

honestly.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and had this picture in his mind for no reason.

The gray pipe wanted to run, but it had a strong and certain intuition at this moment.

If it dares to continue flying, its intelligence will be wiped out in an instant.

At least within the ruins of this ancient city, it cannot escape the Five Finger Mountain of this transparent woman with a very strange existence.

The gray pipe returned to the transparent woman in dejected manner.

Under the invisible sight of the woman whose face could not be seen, the gray pipe opened its mouth spontaneously.

A gray halo like smoke slowly lingered around the mouth of the bag, looking very well behaved.

The transparent woman seemed to be preparing to pour the "water" in her palm into the bag.

But the action paused again.

She gently raised her finger with the water-filled hand and drew out a small crystal sword wrapped in gray mist from the bag.

He snapped his fingers again, and the smoke on the sword shattered and fell back into the pipe below.

This crystal little sword, which was in tune with the swing in Qian'er's heart, was no longer shackled. The crystal sword body was slightly dim because it had been trapped for a long time without contact with its owner.

However, after the crystal sword remained still in front of the transparent woman for three breaths, it suddenly jumped up and stabbed towards the transparent woman.

Even though it was weak at this time, it was still wild and unruly, and was obsessed with protecting Zhao Rong, just like a wild girl.

The transparent woman grabbed the empty scabbard that she had just cleaned with her left hand and knocked it casually at the swing.

Want to smash it.

"etc."

Zhao Rong said quickly, how could he dare to continue watching the show, this is his second wife's flying sword.

The transparent woman stopped all movements.

The swing continued to stab at her delicate head, but missed.

It only stabbed a ball of air. It passed through the transparent woman, circled in the air behind her, and wanted to return and stab again.

Zhao Rong took a step forward and stopped her, "That's enough, stop being so wild, she's not a bad person!"

Qiu Qian's momentum slowed down, and after hesitating for a moment, he turned the tip of the sword back to Zhao Rong, circling him closely.

However, the transparent woman moved.

She put away her scabbard, freed her left hand, pointed at the swing, and asked Zhao Rong for instructions.

The latter was startled, "You mean... you want to borrow it?"

The woman nodded.

Zhao Rong hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

Almost at the moment he nodded, the unruly swing was grabbed by the transparent woman and could not move at all.

Just like a wild girl standing under the teacher's ruler as punishment.

She looked down at the swing, raised her other hand, and casually grabbed the air in front of her.

Suddenly.

Within a radius of ten miles, one thousand and one square white jade tablets rose up.

The entire forbidden area magic circle was suspended in the air.

As for why there are one thousand and one, instead of the previous one thousand.

Because an ancient white jade stele with a cyan and gold color broke out of the ground.

It was the main monument among a thousand white jade square monuments. It had been buried deep underground before, but now it was exposed and rose up according to the woman's will.

The one thousand and one white jade square steles formed a complete set of forbidden land magic arrays, all of which were engraved with the moon patterns of the ancient Li clan. At this time, they were arranged in a mysterious manner, surrounding Zhao Rong and the transparent woman, protecting them subtly.

The transparent woman hooked a finger without even raising her head.

In an instant, within ten miles, one thousand and one white jade square steles revolved around the two of them at the speed of light. During the rotation, their volume suddenly shrank tenfold and turned into a number of miniature and exquisite square jade tablets.

Led by a cyan-gold white jade stele, one thousand and one white jade square plates were arranged into a long dragon, spinning in a circle.

Then, they entered the palm of the transparent woman's right hand one by one.

The 'water' that was originally formed by the snow-white sword energy of the seventh-level Mo Xia suddenly boiled. After the last white jade square tablet sank into it, a bright moon appeared in the 'water'.

The bright moon in the woman's hand is milky white in color, the same material as the thousand white jade square steles.

Just like a white jade plate.

So, she grabbed the swing with her left hand, placed it horizontally in front of her, and held the moon in the water with her right hand.

He made the same movement as when he cleaned the scabbard just now.

Use the snow-white sword energy and the "white jade plate" to clean the swing.

From left to right, sweep across the sword.

The swing, which had been unconvinced, suddenly became silent.

After the transparent woman's right hand's 'Water and Moon' passed over the place, the originally crystal-clear sword body turned into flawless white jade.

A small white jade sword.

On it, one thousand and one ancient moon patterns are faintly emerging.

Among them, a cyan-gold line runs straight through the sword spine, which is very eye-catching.

The swing has been transformed.

The transparent woman let go, and the swing jumped up and down with joy, spinning around her in a circle, as if wanting to get closer to her to thank her for the kiss, but it was embarrassed because of its previous wild behavior and hesitated.

The transparent woman pointed at Zhao Rong and smiled. The swing flew towards Zhao Rong with a whoosh and got close to him.

Zhao Rong watched this scene silently, and smiled at this time, saying to her: "Ahem, I thank you on behalf of Qian'er."

The transparent woman shook her head and floated in front of Zhao Rong with her honest gray pipe.

…

She suddenly grabbed Zhao Rong's hand, spread his five fingers, lightly touched his middle finger with her fingertips, and took a drop of blood from the tip of her finger.

The transparent woman grabbed the gray pipe, and the latter immediately removed all resistance and defense restrictions, and in a sense the door was wide open.

The transparent woman used Zhao Rong's own blood to carefully temper the gray pipe for him.

At ease.

The quenching is completed.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt a wonderful connection established between his heart and the gray pipe.

This feeling is very mysterious.

He is the master and it is the servant.

There is a "sword" in his heart, which was handed to him by the transparent woman, and it can annihilate the core spirit of the gray pipe...

At the moment when the gray pipe swore an oath of allegiance with blood, a simple three-word message slowly emerged in Zhao Rong's mind.

"The sword bag?"

He blurted out, took it from the transparent woman, and looked down at it carefully.

There was another strange feeling of soul being pulled away. At the moment when this name appeared, Zhao Rong briefly gained a memory perspective from the core spirit of the Falling Sword Bag:

To the north of the vast North Sea, there is a desolate island surrounded by whirlpools.

There is a mountain on the island, and to the south of the mountain there is a valley. In the valley there is a strange forest, surrounded by gray fog all year round.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter passed by leisurely, until one day, a sword cultivator began to fly over the strange forest on a sword. When he fell, both the man and the sword were swallowed by the mist...

The flying sword of a sword cultivator cannot be surpassed.

The sky above this island gradually became a no-fly zone for sword cultivators from the North Sea, until later, when immortals from the sea came to the island on a moonlit night, chopping down trees with axes and laughing as they felled...

Zhao Rong woke up and felt something strange.

The memory perspective of a cursory visit is as if one had witnessed it in person.

Gui also saw it very carefully and explained, "This should be the original origin of this Luojian bag. The core material for making it comes from a strange forest called Luomu on an island in the North Sea. The exact origin is unknown. It was cut down and forged by strange people who were looking for immortals in the North Sea. The spirit of the weapon with extraordinary intelligence now seems to be related to the innate wood spirit of the 'Luomu'..."

It was in a good mood, as if it had seen something new, or as if it had obtained an interesting toy out of boredom.

"When I was in Xuanhuang Realm, I had never heard of this falling sword bag. It should have appeared in Xuanhuang Realm's cultivation world after I left."

The sword spirit nodded, "Not bad, not bad, very interesting, it is actually a rare treasure that is extremely powerful against the flying swords of sword cultivators. This is quite extraordinary and cannot be measured by ordinary magic weapons... I don't know where that old beast named Qin got it from."

Zhao Rong also nodded, and smiled as he played with the light and mysterious sword bag in his hand, feeling that he had not lost out this time.

This was the first time he had obtained such a rare treasure, and he didn't know if he could cross the border and collect Haoran Sword Cultivator's real flying sword into it...

At this time, the transparent woman who had been waiting quietly for a while walked up to Zhao Rong, lowered her head, and put the cleaned scabbard back on his waist.

Zhao Rong put away the sword bag, raised his head, looked at the transparent woman who was scabbarding his sword, then turned his head to look at the new swing next to him which was full of joy.

He clenched his fist and covered his mouth. "Ahem, I don't know how to thank you. It's just...if you need any help from me, you can tell me."

Zhao Rong felt a little embarrassed.

The Zhao family may be getting something for free, but they still have to abide by the basic laws. It would be too much to just take all the money and leave.

Zhao Rong is not such a person.

He was dressed elegantly in white and asked softly, but the transparent woman tilted her head slightly, still looking at the empty scabbard at his waist.

The transparent woman looked back somewhere, then suddenly pulled Zhao Rong and flew towards a certain direction in the ruins.

"Hey, hey...where are we going now..."

Zhao Rong called out curiously, actually he had something else to say.

However, the transparent woman couldn't speak at this time and insisted on pulling him somewhere.

Zhao Rong couldn't easily reject her kindness, so he had to follow her patiently.

Take another look.

The two held hands and flew into the sky, dancing over the desolate ruins.

Soon, they arrived at a cliff that Zhao Rong was familiar with.

The main hall that teleported him here not long ago is located here. I didn’t expect that he would come back again.

However, the transparent woman did not want to take him back to the main hall, but went in the opposite direction, pulling Zhao Rong to the edge of the cliff.

She stretched out her hand and pointed to the dark abyss of sin below towards Zhao Rong.

Then he looked back, pulled him, and prepared to jump.

It seemed as if he was going to find a sword that would fit into the sheath for him.

But the next second.

Zhao Rong grabbed her backhand.

The transparent woman paused and slowly turned her head.

"I'm sorry, little sister."

Zhao Rong spoke directly and shook his head apologetically.

He turned his head and looked at the unknown abyss below, which was also the place where Gui told him not to go down easily, "I may not be able to accompany you down again. The things you gave me today and the help you did for me are already too much."

The transparent woman should be looking at him at this moment. Zhao Rong had a vague intuition, then turned his head for confirmation and glanced at her shadow, but was stunned.

He guessed wrong.

The shadow of the transparent woman on the ground was lowering her head and not looking at him.

The autumn wind blowing from the Sin Abyss below lifted the hem of her frosty skirt, making it flutter in the wind.

The transparent woman stood on the edge of the cliff, her cyan-gold dress fluttering.

At this moment, she lowered her head and gently pulled his hand again.

Just like a child who is reluctant to part with his playmates after dark.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt an inexplicable melancholy in his heart, and wanted to nod and agree to let her stay here.

But then he took a deep breath and suppressed some immature impulses, as he also had concerns and responsibilities.

Zhao Rong looked around, smiled casually, then turned around and said softly and sincerely to the transparent woman who was reluctant to leave him:

"Brother, I don't disbelieve you. I know that if I follow you down, there shouldn't be any danger. I also know that you want to continue to send me good things, but... I really can't stay any longer. My coming here was an accident. Meeting and knowing you is also the biggest surprise. But I also have my own life and responsibilities. There are many relatives, teachers, and friends out there who care about my safety. I have to go out, otherwise they can't find me anywhere and will be very worried about me. They may even think... I'm dead."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "I can't let them misunderstand and feel sad. I have to... go home."

The transparent woman was looking up at him.

She seemed to be thinking about his words, and also seemed to be... carefully memorizing his appearance.

The two looked at each other for a while.

Zhao Rong suddenly stretched out his hand and wanted to rub her head, but he grabbed a ball of air. However, he didn't care. He raised his hand a little higher and pretended to touch her head at a place roughly above her head.

So in the shadows on the ground beside the two of them, there was a scene where a scholar in white was gently touching the delicate head of a woman wearing a Frosty Morning Horn.

Just like.

The older brother was comforting and counseling his younger sister who was reluctant to leave.

"Let's make a promise. I'll come again. Next time, we'll meet here. How about that?"

The transparent woman looked at him quietly.

Zhao Rong turned around, pointed to the way back behind him, and said, "I'll leave first today, and I'll come to see you next time..."

He turned around and gave her a bright smile: "Little sister, how are you?"

The transparent woman was stunned for a moment, then nodded.