Chapter 885 Returning to Sword Peak

The sun in the deep winter is desolate and charming, but it can also drive away the cold.

The Death Forest is like a forgotten world, as always lonely, cold, and haunted by death.

Outside the forest, the light from the water-hanging stele also dimmed.

However, the light emanating from Ouyang Ming's body seemed impossible to dim. At this moment, everyone is guessing, what is the origin of this ordinary-looking young man with a low level of cultivation, he actually has such supernatural powers.

These are two peak blood crystals, and it seems that there is only one high-level spirit in this group of people. What's wrong with this world? Is the peak beast really so easy to hunt?

Ouyang Ming's body seemed to be covered with a layer of black cloth, making people unable to help but want to explore its secrets, especially some female cultivators, whose eyes were straightened, breathing orchids, exuding their own beauty, wanting to attract Ouyang Ming gaze.

"Let's go!" Ouyang Ming said with a smile as if he hadn't seen him.

In his heart, he was very satisfied with the harvest of this hunting meeting. Not only did his understanding of the formation deepen, but he also found a way to use spiritual power. He even found the main materials for refining the long spear. Ever since the Blood Coagulation Lance collapsed, he had wanted to refine a handy weapon, but the Beastmaster Sect did not have top-notch refining materials, so he delayed.

But now, with this unknown meteorite from outside the sky, and materials such as dragon scales, this matter can be put on the agenda.

When Xue Boren heard Ouyang Ming's words, he immediately nodded with a smile. He was in a great mood. This time, the Xue family and the Wu family have earned a lot of fame.

Although Xu Heran mentioned Ouyang Ming's name, but after a little inquiry, he would know who Ouyang Ming represented. Moreover, such an approach is much more effective than actively publicizing it.

Under the setting sun, the figures of Ouyang Ming and his party slowly dissipated.

Walking on the avenue, Xue Boren let out a breath of foul air, and roared: "Happy, happy! This time, our old Xue's family is proud."

Xue Xuanle also turned her nose up and looked excited, humming an unknown tune, which was very pleasant.

Wu Xuning rolled his eyes, and complimented him: "This time it's all thanks to Brother Yu, we're just following along." His face was sincere, and the expression on his face was not flattering, but it was just right, giving people a kind of Unlimited goodwill.

Xue Xuanle didn't know what to think of, her pretty face flushed, she was really pink like a peach blossom, alluring, she glanced at Ouyang Ming from the corner of her eye, and felt her heart jumping in her throat.

Suddenly, a huge mountain in front of him came into Ouyang Ming's eyes.

From a distance, this mountain peak is like a sharp sword out of its sheath. Faintly, there was a wisp of sword energy reverberating, sweeping away, as if carrying a decisive intent that could cut open the sky. From bottom to top, the peaks become thinner and thinner, and when they reach the top of the peak, they are already as thin as a hair. And around this mountain, there is not even a single miscellaneous peak, giving people a sense of death.

Xue Boren is an old man, who understands the world and the world, and has a clear mind. He saw this scene. With a hearty smile, he took the initiative to introduce: "Brother Tianrui, this mountain is called Huijian Peak. It is said that ten thousand years ago, there was a loud roar one night. , the torrential rain fell without a break, and a sword glow cut the chaotic night sky into two halves, and then, a giant sword with a length of one hundred feet came from outside the sky.

Accompanied by all kinds of visions, when it falls, it will turn into this mountain peak, and the mountain peak will grow a few inches higher every day. After ten thousand years, it has reached this point. "Give me a cat sir

Ouyang Ming's eyes revealed a look of thought, but he didn't care about it in his heart, and asked in a low voice: "Is this a legend, is it true?"

Xue Boren gave a wry smile, shook his head and said, "I don't know, but every thousand years, Huijian Peak will make a crisp sword cry, the sword intent is mighty, bursting out from the peak, every time the clouds and mists in the sky are broken into pieces, and All the long swords in Huixun City will hum in unison, this strange phenomenon, even the Venerable, can't explain why."

Xue Xuanle's eyes sparkled, she looked curious, and asked, "Have you seen Elder Boren?"

Xue Boren stroked his beard, with a vicissitudes on his face, and replied: "It's a pity, I haven't seen it before!"

Ouyang Ming probed the spiritual power, and a subtle sword intent suddenly appeared in the spiritual world. This sword intent was not strong, but extremely tenacious. It was not until he crushed it twice with tyrannical spiritual power that the sword intent was relieved. Dissipate slowly. His eyes were bright, and he took a deep look at Hui Jianfeng, with a faint smile in his eyes.

Wu Xuning looked away, and after looking back, he remembered what Ouyang Ming said before that he wanted to refine the spear, and smiled lightly: "Brother Yu, I don't know what auxiliary materials you need to refine the spear. You are welcome. Just ask, Wu Xuning The family still has some property."

After seeing Ou Yangming do a series of unbelievable things, he made up his mind that he must try his best to win over this person and gain his favor. If he handled it well, the situation in Huixun City might change accordingly. It is extremely certain that there is at least one venerable behind this person.

This is a venerable, who belongs to the top combat power in the entire spiritual world.

Of course, Xue Boren also has such thoughts, but he is always steady, knows how to proceed step by step, and controls the rhythm very well.

Ouyang Ming shook his head: "Brother Wu has a heart!"

As soon as the voice fell, he stopped talking and galloped away.

The lowest level of cultivation of this group of people is the cultivation level of the spirit. If the speed is released, it can be described as fast as lightning. It didn't take long to return to Huixun City, and the speed also slowed down. The streets of Huixun City were lively and bustling, crowded with people, and a strong commercial atmosphere paved the way.

Suddenly, an exclamation echoed from the corner.

"Look, this... is this a flying carpet?"

Immediately, both the merchants in the city and the cultivators all looked up at the same time, with envy in their eyes.

A disciple of an aristocratic family in luxurious clothes took a breath and sighed: "This is a flying carpet. There are not many in the whole Huixun City. It is difficult to see it on weekdays. Today I can finally feast my eyes."

"That's true." A handsome young man with long hair tied behind his back opened the fan with a picture of a Dunhuang fairy in his hand at the right time, shook it a few times, and boasted: "It is extremely difficult to refine the flying carpet. Grasping the melting point of forging materials is beyond the grasp of ordinary master craftsmen. Moreover, the comprehension of space must be beyond ordinary people!" After the rumor spread, it was immediately recognized by everyone.

Xue Xuanle also raised her chin and looked over, her face was charming and her eyes were shining brightly.

Even for such a stable person as Xue Boren, there was a hint of envy in his eyes.

Because of the sudden flying carpet, the strings in everyone's hearts were twitched heavily.

Only Ouyang Ming's face was strange, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he felt a little dumbfounded in his heart. A kind of bad taste came to his mind, if you know that I can refine flying carpets, I don't know how you will feel. But this thought faded away after just a moment. steel evolution

Until the flying carpet turned into a silver arc and disappeared into the sky, everyone still refused to look away.

Xue Xuanle held the corner of her clothes lightly with her right fingers, looked into the distance, looked away reluctantly, and said with emotion: "This flying carpet is so exquisite and beautiful."

Xue Boren's eyes were also in a daze for a while, and after taking a breath, he said softly: "Don't think about it, this is a flying carpet, it's not something we can hope for, let's go!" and go.

After hurriedly returning to Wu's house, Ouyang Ming returned to his residence on the pretext of being tired.

He sat quietly for a long time, picked up a precious pen, and sorted out everything that happened since he met Xue's family. Regardless of the details, no matter how big or small, they were all written on the rice paper with Xiaozhuan. After confirming that there was no omission, he stared at the rice paper in a daze for a long time, and the fire of the phoenix in his hand suddenly lit up, burning the rice paper to ashes.

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The Wang family is located on the east side of Huixun City, built by the lake.

In summer, lotus flowers are in full bloom, and you can pick lotus seeds by boat. In winter, you can cut through the ice to fish for winter fish, and you can also cook wine and chant poems on the snow-watching pavilion, which is very pleasant.

The beautiful attics are all built next to the small lake. When you open the window, you can see the ups and downs and tumbling waves.

As the top three aristocratic families in Huixun City, the Wang family's position can be described as unique.

At the bottom of the small lake, countless strange runes shone. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a small formation. At the core of the formation, a long spring was emitting spiritual energy. This is a spiritual spring. Ten feet above the Lingquan, an old man in gray robe sat cross-legged in the water, absorbing more than 90% of the majestic spiritual power emitted by the Lingquan, but his breath was rotten, his Qi machine was blocked, and he faintly felt that his lifespan was approaching. feeling. This is the ancestor of the Wang family, and one of the two venerables in Huixun City, Wang Mohan, who is very famous in Huixun City.

But even if Wang Mohan absorbed less than 10% of the remaining spiritual energy, he still made the spiritual energy around the small lake reach an unbelievable level. After taking a small breath, even the pores on his body would open. One can imagine what kind of speed will be achieved by practicing by this lake.

Wang Haobin has a handsome face and is dressed in red, as gorgeous as blood.

Sitting alone by the lake fishing, his eyes are closed tightly, revealing a faint sense of leisure.

Suddenly, a gust of invisible wind blew from a distance, and he opened his eyes with a hint of scarlet, and said calmly, "You're here?"

"Yeah!" The old man glanced at the slender fishing rod and sighed, "It's useless for you to meditate like this."

Wang Haobin fiddled with the fishing rod, blood flashed in his eyes, and said: "Of course you have to calm down if you are not calm. Whether it is useful or not is one thing, and whether you do it or not is another thing. Attitude is very important."

The old man also sat by the small lake, took a breath, and said, "Young master is getting more and more arguing."

"It is also a skill to be able to argue with words." Wang Haobin did not show any emotion on his face, and he spoke at a leisurely pace.

But the more this happened, the more the old man understood in his heart that this time, the young master's heart was really messed up, which was no different from a stormy sea. Wang Haobin was a person who showed no emotions, deep thoughts, and could even be said to be cold-hearted. From birth to the present, he has gone fishing by the small lake a handful of times, and every time there was a major change, it was only because of a restless heart, and this time, it was because of a mysterious figure who suddenly appeared in Huixun City .