Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 401: Sword in hand
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In the night with the bright moon shining brightly, Li Fuyao traveled far away with his sword.
Only a moment later, there was a hanging sword woman in front of the little mouse's cave. She looked up at the white mark in the sky, which was not conspicuous in the night, but he could see clearly.
The figure of the woman came to the cave in an instant, and she saw the male and female rat monsters, her expressions were plain.
The little mouse has only seen a swordsman like Li Fuyao who is not bad-tempered, but he didn't think that all swordsmen in the world are like Li Fuyao. For a while, he didn't rush to speak.
The thin woman saluted and whispered: "This sword fairy...fairy, but the companion of that master sword fairy?"
She habitually calls women Master Sword Immortal, but fortunately, she quickly changed her name.
The little mouse is very thankful for his daughter's wit.
The Hanging Sword Woman was silent for a moment, and asked straightforwardly: "What is the style of his saber?"
Although the little mouse is a low-level demon cultivator, he is not stupid at all. With just this sentence, he can determine that this woman does not know Li Fuyao. If he does not know him, would he be an enemy?
So the woman spoke, but the mouse didn't talk to her for a while.
The thin woman asked: "Dare to ask if this fairy is the enemy of the Master Sword Immortal?"
The woman also knew the scruples of these two people, and said bluntly: "The swordsmen in the world are not enemies."
The words reveal sincerity.
Although his tone is cold.
The little mouse was determined, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Master Sword Immortal has many swords, it seems that there are seven handles in total."
The woman frowned and said: "Seven handles?"
Of the swordsmen in the world, which one is not a sword in hand, the world can get it, why, this one is a blacksmith with so many swords?
The little mouse whispered: "Vaguely remember that there are a few swords called Shili Mingyue..."
Then the little mouse said all the styles of Li Fuyao's swords, but some swords were only seen once, so they didn't see it very clearly, and naturally they couldn't say it clearly.
The woman nodded, and didn't make it difficult for them both.
After getting what she wanted to know, she threw the sword away, and the sword swam away.
The thin woman whispered: "Daddy, we shouldn't actually say this."
The little mouse said helplessly: "Daddy really doesn't want to lose you."
The tone of helplessness can explain a lot of things.
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As a woman who is a real swordsman in the upstairs realm, in fact, no matter what, it will not be too difficult to find Li Fuyao.
I just don’t know why. These days, no matter where Li Fuyao appears, although she will definitely be there, the time will deviate a lot, and it must be later.
It was like in front of the two rat monsters just now. If she really wanted to see Li Fuyao, she would directly chase after her with the sword. After keeping it for a long time, she could appear in front of the young man.
What should I know then, is it better to just ask the deity with a mouth?
It's just that she graciously followed Li Fuyao, not knowing what she wanted.
The fish belly was white on the side that day, Li Fuyao's sword was almost a thousand miles away, and the bright moon under his feet was already crumbling, so he could only choose to land.
In a mountain.
Water hits rocks.
Song Bai Sensen.
Li Fuyao was lying on a certain rock, watering and washing his face, with a relaxed expression.
I don't know why, I suddenly feel sleepy, leaning on the rock, and feel drowsy.
In the sky, the female swordsman standing in the sea of clouds with the sword, hovering in the sea of clouds, cut out with a sword towards the northwest, the sword energy swept across, cutting away the clouds, tumbling endlessly.
She looked into the distance and sneered: "Get out."
A demon cultivator in the Spring and Autumn Realm hundreds of miles away was severely injured by her sword cutting off an arm.
Looking here, his face was shocked.
Then he didn't stay for a moment, his body shape had already been swept away.
This Swordsman in the Loudness Realm who appeared in the demon land inexplicably is really not easy to provoke.
And bad temper.
While the demon Xiu flees away, there is a red-haired man standing on the top of a certain mountain over the sky.
The guy who was said to be the first person under the monster land and sea, holding the sword, felt the sword aura, and was about to move.
The monk of the demon land, as long as it is in the ascent to the stairs, no one dares to say that he can beat him. The swordsman dominates in the same realm, he really wants to see how invincible the female swordsman is.
Behind him is Xiqiu, who is also wary in his eyes.
Xishan doesn’t have to turn his head to know what Xiqiu is thinking. He carried the knife and said: "Courage is commendable, but you can raise the knife to face an opponent whose realm is far higher than you countless times. Stupid."
Xiqiu gave a hum, and then asked: "Isn't it a good thing that two ascending swordsmen appear in Demon Land?"
Xishan smiled and said: "Where are the two, besides this woman, isn't the other young man?"
Xiqiu was startled, and then a little lost. On the city head that day, he was the first person to be knocked down by Li Fuyao. He was one of the few people who survived. For that young man, he could It is clear that he must be an extremely extraordinary swordsman, but if it can be said to be upstairs, it is simply nonsense.
"Before Chao Qingqiu left the demon land, he must have given him a life-saving talisman. Even if the great monsters of the sea wanted to kill a young swordsman, they were afraid that Chao Qingqiu would come to him in the future, so this life-saving talisman , Naturally, the weight is extremely heavy until you board the building."
Xiqiu asked: "That uncle isn't going to make a move?"
Xishan looked at Xiqiu, and said softly, "What I want to find is a fair battle. If I attack that woman today, and nothing else, the waves caused will not be small. If the last life-saving talisman is What do you think about using me?"
Xiqiu laughed in a low voice: "Uncle is also a little scared."
Xishan said calmly: "Chao Qingqiu's methods are scary and not ashamed."
"You go to that bitter cold place this time, pay attention to everything, there is no support from the clan, this trip is really a journey of life and death, but don’t take that young man too much. He is not your life. Old enemy, if you really want to pick, you can pick one of Hu Yue’s little boys."
Xishan's speech is plain, and seems to be stating some usual things.
In fact, for Xishan, these things are not special, they are all very common.
Xiqiu nodded, with mixed emotions in his eyes.
Xishan is not prepared to say anything more. For some things, he has already said what he can say, and the rest can be realized by himself. If he fails to realize it, he will not be able to practice.
On the road of spiritual practice, what others can do for you, but not so much that it drags you to run on this road.
It's hard to lead.
Xishan looked up at the majestic sword aura.
Compared with the one in Chao Qingqiu that day, it is much weaker, but it is by no means to say that it has no power.
I've only seen Chao Qingqiu's sword. It's hard for anyone in the world to see the swords of others.
In the end, standing on the top of the mountain, Xishan waited until the sword energy slowly dissipated, but he didn't make any cuts.
Just keep fighting.
He still watched the woman swordsman Yujian.
It was said that he left with the imperial sword, but in fact it was still within a hundred miles. Once a demon cultivator above the morning and evening appeared here, it would hardly be said that it was a sword.
The mighty sword spirit hovered around a hundred miles.
She is like an old farmer hoeing the farmland, working hard and not letting half of the birds eat her own crops.
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After Li Fuyao woke up, he continued to go south. On the road thereafter, he did not encounter any climbers, but there were several fierce battles. One time was a siege by a number of Taiqing. That fierce battle Li Fuyao fought hard. After exhausting, after beheading the two, he was also seriously injured. In the end, I don't know why, the other three surviving Taiqing fell down inexplicably.
The surviving Li Fuyao found a place to heal his wounds, and another month passed.
He didn't even know that, not far behind, there was a female swordsman who climbed the stairs, following him all the way.
Especially some demon cultivators in the Spring and Autumn Realm were forced to retreat by her sword. Very few people died under her sword, and at most they were seriously injured.
One day later, Li Fuyao approached a relatively prosperous town, because it was already close to Beihai, and the architectural style here was closer to mountains and rivers. Li Fuyao stopped swaying, and put the green silk and Mingyue into the sword box, and used cloth strips. Package, low-key into the city.
I was surprised when I entered the city. This city was actually built after the pattern of Luoyang City. Luoyang City, as the capital of the Yanling Dynasty, was one of the few male cities on the other side of the mountain and river. I didn’t know how much it cost to build. In how much time, how many civil servants were recruited.
It's just that Luoyang City was built by ordinary people, but this small city was built by the demon cultivator, so naturally it was much faster, but the layout was similar, and the subtleties were still much different.
After Li Fuyao entered the city quietly, he didn't say anything. He settled down in a small inn. There are many human monks in this small town called Flying Fish City.
Because there are a lot of wild cultivators in the human race, it doesn't look like a demon city, nor is it like a sect on a mountain in the mountains and rivers, but it is really like a city between the secular.
Li Fuyao has the final say, now the mountains and rivers should have begun to spring, which is a good time for all things to recover. Although it is still cold and windy here, it is actually much better than before.
After half a decade, there is a unique festival in the city that belongs to this flying fish city. It seems to be because a certain demon cultivator of advanced realm has taken care of the wild cultivators in the city, and has repeatedly shot back the arrogant demon cultivators outside. , The wild cultivators are grateful for his merits and choose to hold a celebration every year today.
The previous celebration was just an expression of gratitude. Over the past few decades, new things have gradually emerged. For example, at this time every year, there will be competitions in the city, so that all the monks will compete on the stage. Life and death are only divided into superiors.
The one who stands on the high platform last will be rewarded with a magic weapon from the Flying Fish Sect, the largest sect in the city.
It is also strange to say that the city lord of Flying Fish City is a demon cultivator with a mild temper, but he is not in the city almost all the time, but this Flying Fish Sect is completely human cultivator, without any trace of a demon cultivator.
The flying fish sect came forward to resolve major events in the city when the Flying Fish City Master was away.
In these years, fortunately, there has never been a major incident, and I am very safe.
Today, this celebration ceremony is held by the Flying Fish Sect. This year's Caitou is a good sword that cuts iron like mud.
Now the sword is hanging on the tower, and when whoever laughs last, it will be whose sword.
In fact, this year's color head is also quite controversial. In previous years, the color head is mostly some good quality artifacts that are not used to kill the enemy. There are many wild cultivation in Feiyu City, but in comparison, there are not many wild cultivation skills to learn swords.
After all, no matter how close this is to mountains and rivers, it is still a place of demon land.
This sword seems to be an unpopular thing.
In previous years, after the lottery hangs on the tower, it is bound to attract a lot of people to wait and see. Most of the crowd coveted this. But this year, there are not many monks who appear on the tower. Most of them are watching the excitement. In fact, there is no interest in this sword.
There is a wine stall not far from the tower. The owner is an elderly monk. His realm is only before Qingsi. It can be said to be very low.
Wine is not a good wine, but it is guaranteed not to be mixed with water.
The price is also cheap.
It’s just that even so, it’s often said that the drinks are dull and tasteless.
Actually, this is mostly the case in the world. No matter how fair your price is, no matter how good your drink is, there will always be a few people who will pick bones in the egg.
The old monk who sells wine is a good-tempered old guy. Maybe he suffered a lot when he was young, and he doesn't have any temper at all when he is old, and he is happy to see anyone.
No, there is a strange guest here at the wine stand today. Others drink either a jar or a pot, but this one is good, as long as a bowl, who is going to make sense?
If you encounter some bad-tempered bosses, maybe even if you want to turn your face, don’t say if the wine is not sold, maybe you have to make faces for the guests.
The old monk has a really good temper. When the young man smiled and asked if a bowl of wine could be sold, the old monk smiled and brought a bowl of water and wine that was not good at all.
Water and wine, water and wine, but there is really no water in his wine.
After the young man sat down with a large package, he took a sip of the wine, neither cursing the wine might be a bowl of wine and half a bowl of water, nor complimenting the wine against his will.
Just keep looking at the sword on the tower.
The wine stall business is deserted, and now it's just a young customer.
When the old monk saw that he should be a good-tempered offspring, he smiled and picked up a bench and sat beside the young man. He disagreed and asked, "Isn't the young man from Flying Fish City?"
The young man nodded and smiled and said: "Wandering around, I happened to encounter a great event in the city, so I wanted to stay and have a look."
The old monk chuckled, "My son has an idea about that sword?"
It's straight to the point, and it's too straightforward.
The young man was startled, and then asked afterwards: "What do you say?"
While questioning again, the young man drank the wine in his bowl in one gulp and said with a smile: "One more bowl."
The wrinkles on the old monk's face seemed to be flattened out, and he felt that this young man was really good.
It's not like a young child who has just entered the rivers and lakes.
There are wars and lakes in this mountain, but there are no monks on the mountain?
Clearing his throat, the old monk said with a smile: "In the past years of martial arts competitions, the victor can get a magic weapon, but he needs to know that everyone has different ideas and different ways of practicing. The monks all have ideas about the color, so what if you win the final but have no idea about the magic weapon? Naturally, it will be sold to others. There are so many monks in this city, there are always one or two favorites but incompetent."
The young man took a sip of his drink and ordered other foods by the way, and said with a smile: "The old man meant that I have to spend money to buy this sword?"
The old cultivator smiled unabatedly, "Like us wild cultivators, swordsman practicers are the most unwelcome. The combat power of these guys is often higher than that of other cultivators in the same realm, but compared to The orthodox swordsman has to be one hundred and eight thousand miles away. He has learned the difference and is poor. This time the head is a sword, but there are a few wild swordsmen in Feiyu City? Are they really going to be practiced by those? Ye Xiu of the sword will take the sword? When the time comes, the sword will still belong to the monks from good backgrounds in the city, but they have a **** to use the sword, don’t they have to sell it?"
"Those poor guys can afford to pay?"
"At that time, if the son wants, he can get a relatively fair price."
The young man put down the wine bowl and looked at it with a smile and reminded him: "The old man seems to have forgotten one thing. If I am interested in that sword, isn't it a swordsman? Since I am a swordsman, , How can you afford that sword?"
The reasonable words of the young man made the old monk embarrassed for a while, especially since he had bluntly belittled Ye Xiu who had practiced swords before.
Those guys, although they haven't learned the killing power of a swordsman, they really don't have a good temper.
But soon the young man laughed again, "I happen to be the guy who doesn't practice swords, but has ideas about swords."
The old monk breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with lingering fear: "The young man is panting, but he is scared to death."
The young man smiled and asked: "If you pay for it, what price is probably a fair price?"
The old monk thought for a while, and then said: "According to the temperament of the Flying Fish Sect, in the past, those magical artifacts were worth at most one Taiqing Realm Demon Pill, but now this sword doesn't want many people, I'm afraid a few Qingsi The realm demon pill can be taken."
The demon land here is much simpler than the mountains and rivers, and the demon pill is the most straightforward and simple thing.
The value of the magic weapon transaction is embodied in the demon pill.
Li Fuyao nodded. After entering the city, he has basically heard about the things in the city. The largest sect, Feiyu Sect, is also a group of wild Xiu sects. The cultivation methods inside can be described as diverse, and the lord is a Taiqing realm. Ye Xiu was the second among the top ten masters in Feiyu City, and no one was his opponent except for the magical city lord.
Since the sect master is only in this state, the things that can be taken out are naturally not much better.
The old monk sighed: "In this year's martial arts competition, those cultivators of the Taiqing realm will not take action. Wu Wu in the Qingsi realm won the first prize last year, and this year should not end."
"Those who are considered famous, should not be able to end under pressure."
"Sword training is destined to not win the crown. As long as the son is prepared with the demon pill, the sword can be in the hands of the son."
The young man knocked on the desk and asked: "Is there a way?"
The old monk was surprised: "The son is really interested?"
The young man didn't say much, just took out a small cloth bag, and when it was thrown on the table, it made a lot of noise.
The old monk tremblingly opened the bag, revealing the demon pill inside.
Colorful.
A total of six demon pills.
After the young man finished his last sip of wine, he smiled and said, "Trouble the old man to bring the sword."
Then got up and left.
The old monk is holding these six demon pills, and muttered blankly: "I miss you."
The event in Feiyu City was held as scheduled a few days later. Since this year's prize is a sword, there will be many more sword practitioners participating this year.
Many people are greedy for that sword.
It's just who the last sword will fall, everyone is guessing, anyway, it's those who practiced the sword to win the championship, less!
The conference lasted for three days, and the last one who won the first prize was a monk who had already been optimistic about it. It was Wu Wu’s younger brother, Wu Muyun, who had won the first prize. After winning the first prize, Wu Muyun took that handle as usual. The shot, but no one thought about it, this time it was exceptionally smooth.
The sword was hung out, and someone immediately offered to take it away. The five blue silk realm demon pills were unambiguous at all.
No one cares about who is bidding. Anyway, when the money arrives, the sword is shot.
So the sword was easily taken away.
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The young man reappeared at the wine stand on the other side of the city gate after half a month.
This time, he only appeared, and the old monk poured a bowl of wine and brought it up, whispering: "The sword the son wants is done."
Although the voice is low, there is a lot of emotion in it.
The young man took a sip of wine and rubbed his hands and said: "Let's see."
The old monk took out this sword from somewhere in the stall and said with a smile: "This sword has five blue silk realm demon pills."
How many demon pill was originally spent, and how did he get it, I shouldn't tell this young man, but since this young man is also magnanimous, he doesn't bother to hide it.
A blue silk realm demon pill, if the young man wants to go back with a cheeky, let him go back, he will do this business for nothing, anyway, it can be regarded as recognizing a person's face, but it is not a bad thing.
If the young man continues to be magnanimous, the old monk doesn't mind making a real deal with him.
The young man drew his sword out of its sheath, and saw the two characters engraved on the sword body.
"Hiding the clouds."
The young man flicked the sword slightly, and then smiled: "It's a good sword."
The old monk said a sincere thing, "The sword is good, that is, I think it is good if I fancy it, otherwise the five demon pills are not worth it."
Li Fuyao said casually: "The demon pill that didn't spend it was given to seniors."
Then the young man hung the sword around his waist and was about to get up and leave.
It turned out to be the act of waiting for the sword to travel far away? !
The old monk hesitated whether he should speak about the business.
With the sword, the young man who doesn't mind being a victim has already got up, and has no thought of staying anymore.
The old monk hadn't opened his mouth yet, and the young man had already disappeared.
Leaving Feiyu City, the young man tore off the cloth strip of the sword box behind him. After dozens of miles out of the city, the young man stopped by a stream.
The scenery here is superb, and it's seldom populated. It's a good place to kill people and make more money.
The young man stood by the stream, looked at the distance, and suddenly smiled: "Since they are here, if you don't come out, you can't take the sword if you hide."
As soon as the voice fell, several saber monks appeared sparsely not far away.
The leader is a middle-aged man with a cold expression. He looked at this young man in a blue shirt, "Leave the sword and people can go."
The expression is flat and the voice is cold.
A group of sabre cultivators all looked over here.
The young man in such a situation looked at them leisurely, stretched out his hands and counted: "Seven people, seven swords, just right."
The middle-aged monk sneered, this guy really thought he was some kind of hermit master?
How dare to pose like this.
Just before he could speak, the young man removed the sword case behind him, revealing the seven swords inside.
The sharp sword aura spread between them.
Shili, bright moon, tall buildings, grass gradually green, sword nineteen, cloud cover and the last blue silk.