This conversation in the rain was not without results. At least Zhao Rong finally clarified some of his doubts.

At the same time, he became a little alert.

Any change in his heart, no matter how small, will be reflected in his thoughts and emotions in some form.

In the future, Zhao Rong felt that he had to be cautious when it came to the Heart Lake and not leave it entirely to a sword spirit.

It is true that the two of them share a common fate, but someone seems to be able to change him in a way that does not hurt him, in order to achieve some purpose that he believes is beneficial to both of them.

This was something he could not tolerate.

However, Zhao Rong did not express these thoughts out loud at the moment.

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

Zhao Rong did not answer. He stood still and looked south, muttering to himself, "Zhu Yourong is right. She is right."

"What?"

Zhao Rong stood in the drizzle, his hair, face, and neck were all wet. He looked extremely disheveled, but he had a bright smile on his face.

He covered his face with both palms, rubbed them vigorously, and wiped them down again. His clear eyes opened: "I can't leave. I know what I want."

Gui nodded, "Soft rice and beautiful women."

Zhao Rong looked at the fiery red figures chasing fireflies in the spiritual field and smiled, "Maybe in the past, but now... I want to have a harmonious family."

Return speechless.

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

Zhao Rong turned his head and saw a group of people coming towards him aggressively.

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

"How dare you, a thief, steal the spiritual field at night."

Zhao Rong took a look, put away the gray mist in the sword bag, then turned around and prepared to call up the little fox demon who was having fun below. But before he could make any move, the leader of the group of newcomers in the southeast direction leaped lightly to ten steps in front of him, holding the sword with an alert posture, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

Zhao Rong turned around and saw that there were five people in total, two women and three men, led by one of the women.

They were all young men and women. Except for the leading woman, the four people at the back were wearing green clothes and the same uniform. There were talismans floating on their sleeves, which seemed to be a temporary rain-proof spell on their robes. It was quite common in immortal sects. When they arrived at this time, not a single drop of rain got on them.

The leading woman was quite eye-catching. She was in her twenties, with a pretty face and a cold and arrogant look. Unlike the others, she wore a black sword suit and held a two-foot-long thin sword in her hand. Sword energy surrounded her body and formed a curtain to block the autumn rain.

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

Gui casually said, "He is a rookie who has just entered the Haoran realm."

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

At this time, another female disciple walked out from the forest behind the five people. She was also a Fuyao cultivator. She came to the leading woman and respectfully reported:

"Senior Sister Ye, the spiritual field is fine. The firefly peaches have not been picked yet and are still on the trees. However, one of the thief's accomplices has already gone in and is running around in the neon grass spiritual field. I don't know what he is doing."

It turned out that he went to inquire about the condition of the spiritual field.

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

There was a male disciple in the back with a horse face. He immediately snorted coldly: "Where did you come from, you little thief? How dare you steal the spiritual field of our Qianhan Peak? Today I will break your dog legs."

At this time, Zhao Rong was standing in the rain, all wet, but his young face could still be roughly seen. He should be less than eighteen years old. In addition, his embarrassed appearance in the rain at this time did not seem like a mountain man with cultivation. Instead, he looked more like a mortal thief who revolted when he saw the treasure.

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

Zhao Rong ignored the horse-faced male disciple who threatened to break his legs, and whispered "Qianhan Peak" in his mind.

He had heard a little about this immortal sect. It was a small immortal sect near Dali Jiyue Mountain. It was not very large and was ranked outside the top ten in the entire Dali Dynasty. It was not as good as the Ziwei Pavilion where Su Qingdai once lived.

However, since this spiritual field was planted by them, it is understandable.

So these people are disciples of Qianhan Peak?

Then Zhao Rong glanced at the cold and arrogant woman in the lead. She had already reached the Haoran Realm at the age of twenty and was also a female sword practitioner. Although she could not compare with Qingjun Qian'er, a genius from Taiqing Prefecture, she was also extremely outstanding among these small fairies. Of course, she was still some distance away from Su Qingdai, a top fairy from the fairy family in the northern mountains of Dali, but the gap should not be too big.

This can be seen from the respectful expressions of the male disciples surrounding her.

Zhao Rong was ready to take the initiative to explain that they were just going down to catch fireflies. Well, what if they believed it?

However, the cold and arrogant woman who was called Senior Sister Ye by the disciples of Qianhan Peak suddenly asked, "How was the magic circle broken?"

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

The disciples of Qianhan Peak woke up.

Because he discovered that someone should also be a cultivator, not a mortal who had accidentally entered a spiritual field.

So this is a deliberate attempt to hide one's shortcomings? What does he want to do?

Everyone looked at Zhao Rong with alertness.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at the cold and arrogant woman.

This Senior Sister Ye also narrowed her eyes at him and asked coldly, "Who are you? How did you know there are firefly peaches here? Do you know that this immortal medicine belongs to our Weiwei Mountain?"

After she finished speaking, before Zhao Rong could reply, the five disciples from Qianhan Peak behind her quietly dispersed, as if they were going to surround him.

Gui Youyou said: "Firefly peach is a kind of immortality medicine, but the effect is not very good. One firefly peach can increase one's lifespan by three years. There are eight or nine on the tree below, so together they are not bad... It is also a rare treasure among ordinary monks on the mountain."

It watched the fun and didn't mind the trouble. "Haha, Zhao Rong, it looks like you're being misunderstood. I told you to catch fireflies in the middle of the night for no reason. Now you're not in the melon field. I said before that this firefly looked familiar. It turned out to be a firefly..."

Zhao Rong suspected that the sword spirit was deliberately keeping silent after seeing through his plan, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it at this moment.

Besides...is it Weiwei Mountain again?

Hearing what Senior Sister Ye said at this time, he 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 preparing to come up.

Zhao Rong, who was about to be surrounded, thought for a moment, and without saying a word, he left the little fox demon behind, turned around and ran away, as if he was so scared that he wanted to escape at all costs.

As soon as this wet and strange man moved, Ye Yao immediately figured out his cultivation level. After sneering, "Hey, late stage of Fuyao realm," he urged the spiritual energy in his body and flashed to chase after him.

Zhao Rong is a martial artist. Even though he is extremely fast, he is still inferior to Ye Yao, who is in the Haoran realm and can control the energy. He will soon be caught up by her.

Besides, he just wanted her to catch up.

At this time, Zhao Rong rushed into the forest. Ye Yao quickly surpassed the others, took the lead, and opened up a distance. Then, in less than ten breaths, he had caught up with him.

The sword in her hand condensed into a cold light, and she was about to stab Zhao Rong in the back after getting close.

At this time, the two were less than seven steps apart.

Then,

Zhao Rong turned around.

He suddenly braked, turned around, and actually turned around to face the pursuers!

The two of them were already running very fast, and at this moment Ye Yao was unable to stop his momentum, and Zhao Rong was coming towards him, so fast that Ye Yao had no time to react.

The two sides met in the air in less than a breath.

Ye Yao was shocked, and at this moment he had only one thought in his mind... How dare he? Was he looking for death?

She urged her spiritual energy and used sword energy to protect her body while pointing the sword forward, wanting him to crash into her and be pierced through the heart.

However,

Her sword was gone.

I saw a flash of gray light.

The woman's palms were empty.

She had lost her natal sword before she could even calm down from the excruciating pain.

Another gray mist rolled up, and the woman was immediately wrapped around it, and the sword energy that protected her body was completely lost.

At this moment, Ye Yao was like a sword shining with cold light that was suddenly put into a sheath... and then someone threw the sword and the sheath on the ground...

When the five people from Qianhan Peak in the rear hurried over one after another.

They saw that Senior Sister Ye, who had just been promoted to Weiwei Mountain and was admired by them very much, was wrapped in a strange gray mist and fell to the ground.

In front of her stood a wet young man, holding a gray pipe in one hand and playing with a rapier bound by gray fog in the other. He smiled kindly as they arrived one by one.

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

Zhao Rong chuckled, threw the rapier into the gray pipe, and ran forward to chase...

Soon, the five people from Qianhan Peak were all subdued.

…

"Gui, they are all in the Fuyao realm, why are they so weak? I haven't even used the Falling Sword Bag yet." Someone smiled.

"The disciples of the immortal sects in such a small place are indeed quite weak. What's more, the early basic realm of Fuyao is full of good and bad people. There will be many cultivators who are very unskilled. How can they be worthy of the word Fuyao? It is estimated that they will never reach the edge of Tianzhi Realm in their lifetime..." The sword spirit curled his lips.

"What about me?"

"You should first solve the problem of allowing the atrophied meridians to accommodate the incoming spiritual energy, and then we can talk about it after you reach the Haoran realm." It poured cold water on him.

“…”

Gui said in a proud tone, "Also, your physique is comparable to that of a warrior of an alien demon race. Do you think you are joking? I trained you to be comparable to those descendants of famous clans and the geniuses of Taiqing Mansion. They are the same kind as your wife. If you want to compete, try to compete with them."

"Oh, how can these monks from small sects be your opponents? They were scared by you just now. If you get close to them, won't they surrender obediently?"

Zhao Rong nodded, thinking that there must be another reason... After he experienced a life-and-death battle with Qin Jianfu in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum, he had been tempered and improved a lot.

These are all real practical experiences, which are of great improvement.

He thought to himself, "I didn't expect this Falling Sword Bag to be so powerful and to be so effective against sword cultivators."

This time, Gui nodded and agreed:

"It is indeed a good thing, a rare treasure, but it has innate spirituality. This time, after you get close to the enemy, it can help you restrain a novice sword cultivator who has just entered the Haoran realm. However, its intelligence is limited after all. If you want to use it as you wish and exert all its special effects, you must enter the Haoran realm and have spiritual energy cultivation..."

The sword spirit gave instructions and Zhao Rong nodded.

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

Su Xiaoxiao carried her small book box and left the basin where the spiritual field was located and returned to the high slope.

As soon as she came up, she saw Zhao Rong holding a gray pipe and six strange-looking 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 first, but bit her lip and wiped the wet water stains on Zhao Rong's face with great concern. She wiped it with her two sleeves first, and then took out a handkerchief and a towel...

"How did you get wet in the rain? The barrier was right next to you, but you didn't even take a few steps inside to hide. You're so stupid, and you still say I'm stupid, you too..."

Zhao Rong smiled and let Su Xiaoxiao wipe it and complain without any explanation.

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 people struggling in vain on the ground. Su Xiaoxiao was not stupid and she understood something vaguely.

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

Zhao Rong's face turned red.

He coughed twice. "Isn't it the same as first time strange, second time familiar? We got to know each other this time, and next time we will definitely be familiar with each other."

Su Xiaoxiao: “…”

She still felt a little embarrassed, and pulled Zhao Rong's sleeve with her little hand, "Zhao Lang, if you don't mean any harm, just let them go. After all, we are the ones who broke into someone else's spiritual field... Well, if there was a misunderstanding just now, just explain it."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, rubbing her little head, "I know, it's not about this matter. I have something to ask you, you go over there and wait for me."

"Okay." Su Xiaoxiao obediently ran to a nearby place and waited.

Zhao Rong wiped the water stains on his temples with the small handkerchief she left behind, then lowered his head and started to get down to business.

At this moment, gray mist was slowly flowing out of the gray pipe in his hand, wrapping and binding Ye Yao and the other five people.

Zhao Rong can actually control the gray fog to some extent.

Because the sword bag has recognized its master, he can communicate with its innate intelligence - let's call it the bag spirit - and give orders.

At present, Zhao Rong has no spiritual energy cultivation, so he can only use this method to control the bag spirit to control the falling sword bag. However, because its intelligence is not very high, and the two have just recognized it as their master, 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 fog, he thought for a moment, then raised his index finger and tapped the mouth of his pipe lightly.

He conveyed his thoughts: "Let her speak."

The rolling gray fog controlled by the bag spirit paused, and then slowly dissipated the part of the gray fog over Ye Yao's head.

The previously cold and elegant woman now had messy hair. She said to Zhao Rong in shock and anger: "Ugh... Bah... Let me go, 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 again.

He took this opportunity to try to communicate and manipulate:

"Well, there's no need to tie her up so tightly... How about this, you turn into a rope and try to tie her up. Try to save some mist."

The bag spirit was slightly stunned, as if with its current intelligence, it didn't quite understand what a rope was.

Zhao Rong thought about it and tried to describe it again, "Thin and long, yes, like this... Oh, and it should be softer, smooth and tough and not easy to break. Hmm, you try it."

The bag spirit tried to transform the gray mist into a gray rope that it understood, well, or more like... a gray tentacle. It began to bend and entangle the slender body of the angrily Ye Yao. It turned and turned, trying to tie him up as its master ordered.

Ye Yao was startled for a moment, and then it seemed as if the gray fog had tickled her or somewhere else. She was extremely terrified and said, "Oh, no, it's itchy! It's so itchy, hahaha, please let me go! No, you can't tie me like this! Let me go quickly...ah..."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Bag Spirit: “…”

The atmosphere seemed to be wrong.