The reason why Yue Qianchi was unconscious was that his spirit was suppressed by Master Yao.
After being rescued by Chen Huaian and dragged into the small world, Zhenren 냫 Yao’s power naturally could not spread.
The suppression of her soul was lifted, and she slowly woke up.
The moment he opened his eyes, Yue Qianchi saw a handsome man named Jian Xiuzhen, who was dressed in black and had gray hair like a waterfall, looking at the bright moon beside him with melancholy.
Yue Qianchi was stunned for a while, raised his hand and slapped himself, sneering:
"Yue Qianchi, ah Yue Qianchi, you are really in heat. You are also in heat. You are actually dreaming about the ancestor?"
Chen Huaian turned his head and looked at Yue Qianchi who had just woken up, his mind full of questions.
“Haha, the ancestor actually came over here?” Yue Qianchi shook his head in a dignified manner, “It seems that the estrus is a bit serious… It must be because I didn’t drink enough wine. Damn it, the old witch Yao didn’t let me drink a single sip of wine, and said that it would hurt my body. Don’t I know whether drinking for decades will hurt my body? Bitch!”
Chen Huaian: “…”
Seeing that the ancestor didn't move, Yue Qianchi thought that he was just dreaming anyway, and suddenly became courageous.
She stood up and walked to Chen Huaian, leaned over slightly, lifted Chen Huaian's chin in a frivolous manner, and said with a lewd smile: "Hehehe! Little handsome boy, give your sister Qianchi a smile?"
Chen Huaian's mouth twitched, his eyes gradually became playful, but there was a cold arc on his lips:
"Yue Qianchi, are you out of your mind? Are you going to commit a crime against your superiors?!"
"Oh~ You are worthy of being the ancestor of Jian Ge, so majestic even in dreams~" Yue Qianchi was not afraid, and continued to look at Chen Huaian with lustful eyes, and slid her fingers from Chen Huaian's chin to his chest: "But please, this is my dream, I can do whatever I want~ Hehe~"
Chen Huaian raised the Black Scale Sword and hit Yue Qianchi hard on the forehead.
"You're dreaming, right? Take a closer look and see if it's a real dream or a fake one."
Yue Qianchi held his forehead and screamed, then he regained consciousness.
After all, dreams usually don't feel painful, and I just felt the hilt of the sword hitting my forehead.
Everything told her that this was not a dream.
"It's over!" Yue Qianchi's heart skipped a beat, and he took three steps back tremblingly, unable to believe what was going on: "Grandmaster, shouldn't I be in the dungeon of Yao Chi Holy Land now?"
"Yes, but I rescued you."
"real?"
"real."
Yue Qianchi was silent for a long time, and forced a smile that was uglier than crying:
"Grandmaster, I don't want to live anymore. Please send me back to the sacred land of Yaochi..."
Chen Huaian was so angry that he laughed: "I worked so hard to rescue you, and I was seriously injured. Now you want me to send you back? What's wrong with you?!"
"It's just that I don't have the face to continue living..." Yue Qianchi lowered his head and covered his face, his toes almost digging through the ground. Suddenly he realized something and raised his head abruptly: "What? Ancestor, are you injured? Let me see!"
Chen Huaian pushed Yue Qianchi, who had stretched out his dirty hands, aside.
He said unhappily: "The injury is not important, the main thing is my sword..."
He held the broken black-scale sword in his arms and fell into sadness again: "I used to think that my own strength was the most important thing. Any magical tools, elixirs, etc. were external things and obstacles on the road to becoming an immortal... But, I realized a truth!"
"W-what's the reason?" Yue Qianchi asked in a daze.
Chen Huaian's eyes darkened, and he said in a fierce voice: "The magic weapon can be used, but it is not gone."
Yue Qianchi: “???”
What has provoked the ancestor?
As a cultivator in the Void Realm or even the Mahayana Stage, the ancestor should have more magic tools than he can use up. Why do you sound so poor?
Chen Huaian understood.
He was wrong. Very wrong.
I never pursued equipment for electronic girlfriend games before.
But starting from 꿷꽭, he will cover himself with equipment!
In this huge Cangyun Realm, any person in the Dongxu Realm would have more treasures than him.
He is at the eighth level of the Dongxu realm, but he only has two spiritual weapons!
Is this correct?
Just wait, Master Yao.
The first time we met and fought.
He is Gilgamesh!
"Machine deduction!"
Chen Huaian closed his eyes slightly, and sat cross-legged in meditation, with the sword across his knees. The shadows of the stars appeared behind him, "Find a plan for me to recast the Black Scale Sword!"
【꽭Machine deduction꿗……】
The situation in the Cang Yun Realm changed suddenly.
[Deduction completed!] 】
[Reforging the Black Scale Sword requires 1 ownerless sword spirit and 1 sword embryo]
[Players please choose the target level for reforging the Black Scale Sword! 】
＜1＞Top-grade spiritual weapon
＜2＞떘Pin Lingbao
＜3＞꿗品灵宝
＜4＞Superior Spiritual Treasure
＜5＞Top-grade spiritual treasure
Chen Huaian didn't even think about it and directly chose the fifth one.
The Black Scale Sword had been with him for so long, and had always warmed his bed, so he deserved the best.
[Please raise your electronic girlfriend's cultivation to the late Jindan stage, choose the Supreme Blind Box, and spend 50 million ¥ to obtain the Supreme Item - Lingbao Sword Embryo. 】
[Players can go to the coordinates of the Cangyun Realm map <13478, 67210, 47612> to negotiate with the ownerless sword soul. If they pass the test of the sword soul, they will obtain the ownerless sword soul. 】
[After the player obtains the spiritual sword embryo and the ownerless sword soul, he goes to the Qi Sect to threaten the Qi Sect leader to repair the Black Scale Sword. 】
"Okay, okay!" Chen Huaian felt relieved.
Just repair the Black Scale Sword, nothing else matters.
His mood improved, and he no longer cared about Yue Qianchi's previous behavior of betraying his teacher and ancestors. He turned to Yue Qianchi, who was still deeply trapped in social death, and said:
"Alright, you've made mistakes and corrected them. You've made Xu An and his three guys very worried during your absence. I'll take you back to Jiange now."
When Yue Qianchi mentioned the three disciples of Jian Pavilion, the embarrassment on his face eased a little, and a look of concern emerged between his brows: "Grandmaster, are the three junior brothers... okay? Their cultivation was abolished before, and they must be in pain now..."
From a proud son of the emperor to a humble one.
The former pride was trampled into the mud.
Just thinking about it, Yue Qianchi felt the suffocating pain for his three fellow apprentices. "Also, Old Ancestor, is your injury really okay?"
Yue Qianchi got on Chen Huaian's flying sword and looked at Chen Huaian who spit out blood again with a worried look on his face.
The ancestor seems to be seriously injured...
Look at the blood spitting out, it's like a fountain.
"No problem."
Chen Huaian glanced at the debuff on himself.
The 999th level vomiting blood state changed to 997 after vomiting two mouthfuls of blood, which means that as long as he vomits 997 mouthfuls of blood, he will return to normal.
Is this a serious injury?
Just a little bit of wind and frost.
…
At the same time, in Jiange, on the top of Luoxia Peak.
Needless to say, Danyun was delighted and relieved to reunite with his daughter Danbai.
Although Zhang Mengchu was seriously injured, he managed to save his life.
Su Qinian fed Zhang Mengchu some medicine to stabilize his injuries, but the old man was still in a coma.
The small world can reflect the state of the world master.
If the master of the world dies, the small world will collapse in an instant. Although the small world is relatively stable now, the previous series of turmoil still makes people feel terrified.
"Senior Danyun, where is my master?"
It’s been a long time since I saw Master come back.
Li Qingran could no longer pretend to be calm, and walked in front of Danyun, pinching the hem of her skirt with her fingers, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.
"Your master?" Dan Yun was stunned.
Dan Bai immediately explained: "Mother, do you remember the senior who rescued you? He is the ancestor of Jian Pavilion and also the master of sister Qingran."
"So that's how it is." Dan Yun suddenly realized, a look of gratitude appeared in his eyes, and he politely bowed to Li Qingran and said:
"If it weren't for your master, Elder Zhang and I would never have been able to escape from the clutches of Master Yao... As for your master, he should be fighting Master Yao right now.
Since your master has entered the small world of Yao Zhenren, his strength is definitely more than just the eighth level of Dongxu! I think it shouldn't be a problem to just escape from Master Yao. ”
Li Qingran seemed to be unable to hear Danyun's words of comfort. His eyes were slightly red, and he said with a trembling voice: "May I ask what level of Void Realm did Master Yao reach after falling? What trump card do you have?"
"Ninth level of Dongxu." Dan Yun didn't want to hide it, so he said frankly: "As far as I know, Zhenren Xiaoyao has a total of eight magic weapons, each of which is a spiritual treasure. For a cultivator in the Mahayana stage, she has more trump cards. But your master must have many trump cards too, so don't worry too much..."
The words haven't finished yet.
She watched Li Qingran stagger a few steps towards Su Qinian in despair.
The cold mountain wind blew, and the girl knelt on the ground with her knees bent, saying sadly:
"Disciple Qingran dare not hold Master back. I only ask that if anything happens, please ignore Qingran when the Pavilion Master leads the Sword Pavilion to evacuate. Qingran wants to die with Master!"
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