Chapter 227: Sword Demon Memory, Farewell to Lin Jinghong

"My current demon power is almost comparable to that of a monk who is at the peak of the human race's early stage of pill condensation. If the master rewards me with that lotus flower, then I should have the hope of reaching a level comparable to that of the human race's mid-stage pill condensation!"

Xiaoqing broke off three toes with three fingers and counted them carefully.

Meng Fan nodded, very satisfied with the progress.

At the peak of the initial stage of condensation, he is no longer weak.

This little snake follows Meng Fan closely all day long, quietly learning Meng Fan's sword skills.

Although it is just a small snake and is still far away from its transformation, this does not hinder its lofty goals and it has quietly made some achievements in the way of swordsmanship.

It cannot use a sword, but it has developed sword energy in several sword techniques, and can use its claws as a sword, and even its tail as a sword.

I believe that it won't be long before it can even master sword skills!

After all, it is a special dragon with the appearance of a true dragon, and it does have some talents.

"Forget it, here you go!" Meng Fan took out the lotus flower from the storage ring and threw it to Xiao Qing.

When he first came back from the Demon Realm, Meng Fan was very picky with Xiao Qing and was reluctant to give her even a petal.

But as they spend more and more time together, he has regarded Xiaoqing as one of his own, and he has become more and more generous.

Leave the lotus flower alone, there is nothing wrong with using it to improve Xiaoqing's strength.

After all, Xiao Qing's improvement in strength is equivalent to Meng Fan's own improvement in strength!

"Thank you, Master!" Xiao Qing quickly hugged the lotus with her two little paws, swam to the corner excitedly, and started practicing.

In some ways, it is very similar to Meng Fan. They are both cultivators who work hard to become stronger.

Whether it is Xiaoqing or Hongqi, they are actually part of Meng Fan's strength, regardless of each other.

Perhaps in the future, the old monk may become like this.

But now, it was impossible for Meng Fan to regard the old monk as one of his own, and he was still a little defensive.

"Practice hard and reach the middle stage of Dan Condensation as soon as possible. Then you will be stronger than me!" Meng Fan glanced at Xiao Qing and then walked out of the room.

If Xiao Qing reaches the middle stage of elixir condensation, Meng Fan may not necessarily be her opponent.

Although Xiaoqing's presence around Meng Fan has never been strong, Meng Fan has never underestimated Xiaoqing from beginning to end.

This little guy has exaggerated talent and a bright future!

After leaving the room, Meng Fan saw Wu Tian looking around in the sword pavilion.

This kid is sneaky and seems to have a guilty conscience.

"Wu Tian, ​​what are you doing?" Meng Fan shouted.

Wu Tian was startled, and his shoulders shook obviously, quite a bit.

"Let me take a look around. There are so many swords in this sword pavilion. They are so dazzling that I am dazzled." Wu Tian said to Meng Fan with a bit of embarrassment.

Although he tried his best to hide the embarrassment on his face, Meng Fan still saw it.

Meng Fan frowned and said, "You kid, aren't you paying attention to the sword of the Jiangge? Don't seek death!"

He just said it casually and didn't take it to heart.

But Wu Tian was frightened. He held on to his guilty conscience and said, "Don't talk nonsense. How could I do such a thing? By the way, you have the nerve to accuse me. Where is the relic? Quickly return the relic." I!"

"Relics? If you want them, go to Mr. Lin and ask for them!" Meng Fan turned around and walked to the second floor of the sword pavilion, ignoring Wu Tian behind him.

Anyway, Mr. Lin said that there is no need to return the relic to Wu Tian!

Wu Tian looked at Meng Fan's back and gritted his teeth in anger.

The last time Meng Fan was so angry that he gritted his teeth, it was the old monk, not to mention how miserable he was. This kid should be more careful...

On the second floor of Jiange Pavilion, Mr. Lin was meditating cross-legged on the futon. When he saw Meng Fan appear, he opened his eyes immediately.

"Master, please continue. I'm just here to wipe the sword. I've already finished wiping the swords on the first floor of the sword pavilion. It's the turn of the second floor!" Meng Fan said quickly to express his intention.

Mr. Lin nodded and closed his eyes again.

Meng Fan had wiped all the swords on the first floor of the sword pavilion and absorbed the essence of the swords.

If you want to continue to absorb the essence of the sword, you can only wipe the sword on the second floor of the sword pavilion.

Although the second floor of Jiange is a little smaller than the first floor, it is not too small.

Meng Fan took a cursory glance and found that there were at least more than three thousand swords.

On the second floor, there are no mortal swords. Basically, they are all spiritual swords, plus a few magic swords.

Hong Qi still lacks the sword origin of more than a thousand spiritual swords before she can evolve into a soul body.

You only need to wipe half of the swords on the second floor of the sword pavilion to achieve it!

Elder Lin pointed at the row of wooden frames to Meng Fan's right and said: "This row is full of magical swords. You should try not to touch them. With your current level of cultivation, you may still be injured if you touch the magical swords!"

"Understood, Master." Meng Fan nodded.

After Mr. Lin finished speaking, he continued to meditate with his eyes closed, leaving Meng Fan to move only.

Meng Fan looked at the dazzling array of spiritual swords and couldn't help but have a thought in his mind: If these spiritual swords were sold, wouldn't there be spiritual stones?

At this moment, Meng Fan was in desperate need of spiritual stones and felt so poor!

I used to carry five thousand spirit stones, which felt like a huge sum of money. I didn’t have to worry about the spirit stones, and I felt like a rich man.

Now……

Improving the soul requires spiritual stones, and at least 10,000 spiritual stones.

To comprehend the Sword God Monument, there are often thousands of spiritual stones at one time.

Buying elixirs, um, buying elixirs is okay, there are leaf herrings, they are all at the cost of materials!

In short, it is very poor and completely insufficient.

It seemed like he hadn't seen Junior Sister Liu Yanping for a long time, and Meng Fan suddenly missed this little rich woman.

"Huh?" Meng Fan frowned.

Why do I suddenly feel like a gigolo, relying on Ye Qingyu for elixirs and Liu Yanping for spirit stones.

After shaking his head, Meng Fan drove these messy thoughts out of his mind, and then began to wipe the long sword wholeheartedly.

One!

Two!

…………

……

Meng Fan was going to wipe thirty swords and go back.

The sword essence of the thirty spirit swords was enough for him to use for a few days.

When Meng Fan wiped the last nineteen long swords, a sword evil rushed towards him.

The name of the sword [Mu Shu].

Not far away, Elder Lin, who was sitting cross-legged on a futon, looked calm and continued to meditate.

He had long been accustomed to this kind of scene.

When Meng Fan was wiping the long sword on the first floor of the sword pavilion, he was often attacked by the sword evil. He was able to refine the sword evil every time, and Elder Lin was not worried about this.

This time was the same, and the sword evil was easily refined by Meng Fan's [Sword Dao Tong Shen].

At the same time, Meng Fan saw a memory of the sword evil.

Meng Fan knew the owner of this memory!

In a small village full of peach trees and surrounded by peach blossoms.

"Ergou, come home for dinner!"

Meng Fan had just entered the memory and saw only peach blossoms everywhere, but no one was seen. Then he heard such a voice in his ear.

Ergou?

This name... is auspicious enough!

Meng Fan turned around and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a woman in simple clothes, smiling and calling her child to come home for dinner.

Although the woman was dressed simply, it could not cover up her stunning face and extraordinary temperament. She was not like a country woman at all.

This was not a big deal. The next second, when Meng Fan saw the child named Ergou, his pupils were suddenly locked and his eyes were full of shock.

"Lin... Lin Jinghong?"