He also pointed and gently wiped it on his own eyes, pouring the real essence into both eyes, and suddenly, the mountains and rivers in front of him came alive, and the bloodstains hidden everywhere were clearly seen by Cheng Qian.

I don't know who the injured person is. It doesn't seem to be fatal. The spirit is still very strong. He ran for half of Qinglong Island. It was not until Cheng Qian chased near a reef by the sea that he found that the blood was broken.

Cheng Qian thought: "Is it possible that I jumped into the sea?"

He was looking down at the beach when suddenly, a sense of crisis arose in his heart for no reason.

I don't know if this kind of intuition is due to practicing Qi or honing it from frequent fights. Cheng Qian trusted it very much.

This time to hide, the time to hide is very inch, almost at the next moment, a few masked people descended from the sky and looked around.

Cheng Qian's eyes swept to see, his pupils shrank, for nothing else - these people were descended by Yu Jian.

He didn't know if Yan Zhengming had touched Yujian's edge now, anyway, he himself was not good enough, not to mention that the other party's cultivation base was higher than him, there were more than ten people.

You don't need to guess where these people are from, seeing them walking in masks in the middle of the night, you know that the gān is definitely not an upright thing.

Cheng Qian didn't have time to think about it, the next moment, a masked man uttered a long whistle, and a strangely-shaped bird in the air immediately fell down. The pair of big wings were even bigger, gliding down like the sky with their backs on their backs.

Cheng Qian was already in a cold sweat behind his back—he had a senior brother like Li Yun who was quite knowledgeable, and he had heard a lot of anecdotes from him. Come to explore the breath of strangers, because it can fly, it is much more useful than a spirit dog.

The living bird is very keen, and saw Cheng Qian long ago. The first thing after receiving the order was to shout in the direction where he was hiding.

No matter how good his movements were, he couldn't escape the sword-fighting technique. In a hurry, Cheng Qian quickly took out a few small bottles from his waist and took out a few small bottles. , those things were made by Li Yun for them to play with. Cheng Qian couldn't explain what it was used for. He only vaguely remembered that there was someone who could hide his figure.

"Try your luck." He thought, and then Cheng Qian felt as if his whole body was frozen, and his body was so numb that he couldn't move.

He felt bitter in his heart, feeling that thanks to his second senior brother, he might have to take his place here.

The living bird and the masked man quickly ran towards Cheng Qian, who could not move for a while, but the next moment, they passed him by blindly.

Could it be that he did get the potion to hide his body, but he couldn't move because of side effects?

But when his eyes could turn a little harder, Cheng Qian realized that he did not disappear, but turned into a stone.

Although Li Yun's unknown fossil water saved his life, it also kept Cheng Qian in place for a whole night. Those masked people came and went, and didn't leave until it was almost dawn.

Before leaving, the leader looked around aimlessly, Cheng Qian saw his eyes clearly, and for a moment he felt that this person was a bit familiar, at least those eyes seemed to have been seen somewhere.

By the time Cheng Qian was able to move again, it was almost the end of the day.

Wrapped in the sea breeze, he dragged his stiff body back to his residence, just as Li Yun pushed the door open.

Li Yun's face was haggard, obviously he had been busy all night, but his spirit was fine. He saw a veil on his face, and the room behind him seemed to have just caught fire, and a burst of smoke and fire gushed out along the wide-open door. out.

Li Yun raised his head weakly, and said to the puddle, who was riding on the top of the wall to catch bugs, "Little Junior Sister, catch it."

After he finished speaking, he took out an elixir and shot it towards the puddle on the wall.

That puddle can always reveal a bit of an inhuman bird air inadvertently—for example, she is much smarter than the average child, and she is especially good at catching fast-moving things. Hearing this, she didn't stretch out her hand, and immediately stretched her neck unhurriedly, opened her mouth and said "Ouch", and she really put the medicinal pill in her mouth.

She licked the elixir, tasted the sweetness, and ate it like a jelly bean.

Cheng Qian: "..."

Even though she knew that what Li Yun threw to her was an elixir to suppress the demonic qi, her mood was still a little subtle when she saw this situation.

He was amazed at how well-trained the little junior sister was...except that she was not very human-like.

Li Yun saw that she had finished eating, and then she let go of a thought and smiled, yawned, and then went back to the house.

Cheng Qian's heart suddenly moved, and he stopped him and said, "Wait, second senior brother, let me ask you something."

Li Yun: "What?"

Cheng Qian: "Do you know the 'Frost Blade' sword?"

Li Yun took a step and said strangely: "Frost Blade? What do you ask it to do?"

"I saw a legend by chance," Cheng Qian said insincerely, "so do you know?"

Li Yun frowned: "I heard a little - it is said that this sword does not have a sword inscription, because the sword body is extremely cold, seeing blood congeal frost, and falling into the real fire of samadhi, it is not red or hot, so someone named it. It's called 'Frost Blade', and I've heard that besides that, it also has a nickname called 'No Good Death Sword'."

...what a nice name.

Li Yun continued: "I think back then, this frost-blade sword was born because it slashed three great demons in a row. The sword holder became famous in one fell swoop. However, after three or five years, the senior fell into the hands of a great demon together with the sword and the sword. Since then, there have been countless dead souls under the sword and frost, and by the time the great demon cultivator has won the position of Beiming, this sword has been People were regarded as the number one magic sword in the world. Thirty years later, the sect of ten thousand demons of that generation was betrayed by their disciples and died under this sword. After encircling and suppressing the Demon Dao, and slaughtering more than 100 demons and cultivators, the sword fell into the hands of a righteous Dao master, and after turning around, it became a weapon for defending Dao again. Everyone thought the dust had settled, but guess what?”

Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What?"

Li Yun said with a smile: "One hundred and thirty and four years later, the great master died unexpectedly because of the Taoist companion, and he was so devastated that he killed himself with a frost-blade sword. This unlucky thing?"

Cheng Qian didn't answer, but returned to his house full of thoughts.

However, even if it is ominous, this frost blade is still like a peerless beauty to a seductress, a rare treasure to a fortune fan, and a lone ancient scroll to a bookworm, its charm is almost irresistible.

Cheng Qian picked it up and put it down several times, and finally used all his willpower to lock this famous sword of unknown origin into the cabinet. ”, I wish I could rescue it in the next moment, always by my side.

But there are so many strange things about this matter, Cheng Qian can't figure out who would sneak into his house and leave behind such a divine sword. what to decide.

Because of the big competition, the entire Qinglong Island was coaxed into a ball. Even Zhang Dasen and the others didn't have time to trouble Cheng Qian. Half a month later, the huge list was engraved on a big rock on the hillside of the lecture hall. Above, the battle order for the first round of competition has been decided.

On that day, the island was really crowded with people, and saw that the great powers who saw the dragon in sight on weekdays all stood in two rows, all wearing the same clothes.

It can be said that people rely on clothes, the white clothes fluttering in this water, even Tang Wanqiu looks a little more human-I saw that the left and right guardians of the scripture hall stood on one side, but there seemed to be a Chu River and Han boundary in the middle. , no one pays any attention to anyone.

Perhaps it was because the clothes were too white, which made Tang Wanqiu look disheveled. Cheng Qian swept her eyes around her, only to feel that she seemed even more unhappy than usual.

When he looked again, Zhou Hanzheng didn't seem to be very happy, only to see a mask-like smile on his face, but the Sansi fan in his hand was not opened, he was knocking on the palm of his hand, and his eyes wandered from time to time.

Cheng Qian's heart suddenly moved, he suddenly remembered the eyes of the masked man that made him feel a little familiar, how he looked like Zhou Hanzheng!

But before I could think about it, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, followed by deafening cheers. Cheng Qian first began to wonder why, and then looked at it, all the powerful people on the stage stood up, only to hear someone shout: "Island owner! The Lord himself has come!"

Among them, only Yan Zhengming had seen the island master of Qinglong. For a while, even Cheng Qian couldn't help but feel a little curious. He tiptoed slightly and followed the crowd to look over there. Walking through the crowd, all of them, like fairy boys, filed in from the crowd, came to the center of the ring, and lined up silently on both sides.

When the team came to the end, the true face of Qinglong Island Lord was revealed.

The island owner is a tall and tall man. According to the standard of a mortal man, this man is only in his early thirties. Wearing a green dragon staff, a little higher than his entire body.

The island owner didn't look up very much when he walked, and his steps were not big. He was full of indescribable weak bookishness. He walked all the way to the middle of the big arena. He raised his head slightly, and his eyes slowly scanned the audience. He deliberately stopped for a moment on Yan Zhengming.

Not only is the island owner ranked among the four saints not imposing at all, but there is an indescribable sadness in his eyebrows, like a scholar who is so poor that he has no food, his eyes are on the people of Fuyao. The sweeper took it back, and nodded lightly to the left and right guardians of the scripture hall, and took the main seat.

Over the years, the owner of Qinglong Island seems to be non-existent. He has not shown his face all the year round. The people below immediately boiled over, but Yan Zhengming frowned secretly: "It's strange."

What's the only thing that's weird?

Cheng Qian glanced at him, and heard Yan Zhengming's inaudible whisper: "Didn't the island owner stay in seclusion all the time, and didn't even show up when the Xianshi market opened? He came out to do a competition between loose cultivators and disciples. what?"