Zhang Ning spent a lot of money on a valuable book "First-level Talisman Dictionary" and talisman drawing materials, plus a considerable reward for several sword talismans. After all, it is hard to find a sword talisman, and he is reluctant to let the child get trapped in the wolf. He still understands this truth.

At first, when someone took on this task, Zhang Ning was still full of expectations. After all, there was no diamond that would not take on porcelain work. I believe the person who took the task must have confidence. Zhang Ning was just looking forward to it, looking forward to the day when the jade slip in his hand lit up.

But he didn't wait for that day in the end, and the man failed.

After that, several people took on the task, but they all ended in failure.

Zhang Ning gradually became discouraged. Even though there was another news of someone taking the task in the jade slip two days ago, he just glanced at it and stopped looking. The reward he paid was enough to make the task hang in the inner hall for more than a month. Tomorrow is the last day of the end of the task. Could it be that the person who took the task had once again drawn the extremely rare sword talisman in just two days?

Zhang Ning stood in front of the cave, and the afterglow of the setting sun pulled his lonely figure very long, and said to himself: "If you don't waste these contribution points, but instead exchange for elixirs for diligent cultivation, you may have to be worth it. It's all my fault that I'm whimsical, how can the sword talisman be so easy to ask for?"

Shaking his head, Zhang Ning, who was full of bitterness, no longer had hopes, turned around and was about to return home. Suddenly, his ears moved and he heard someone climbing up the stone steps, and he couldn't help but wonder. Few people knew where he lived, let alone someone came to him. Who was the visitor?

"I dare to ask if it's Senior Brother Zhang Ning?" He didn't see him on the stone steps, he only heard his voice.

Zhang Ning frowned and raised his hand and replied, "It's just below, I wonder who it is?"

As soon as Zhang Ning finished speaking, a man in black clothes held a sword on his waist, walked past the last stone steps and came to him quickly. Zhang Ning's heart tightened, and he felt that the man in black had a sharp feeling that he stabbed the door directly. Just as he was about to retreat, he suddenly thought of something, and the step he retreated stopped.

The man wearing a black-clothed sword was undoubtedly Chang Xi.

These two days, Chang Xi was devoted to drawing the sword talisman, almost forgot about it, and almost missed the deadline of the task. However, Chang Xi's gains were abundant. Since the first sword talisman was successful, he was out of control. He did not close his eyes for two days and two nights and used up all the talisman paper he bought.

A sword condensed into one horizontal line and immersed on the talisman. Chang Xi called this talisman a sword. Later, Chang Xi also tried to condense two sword intents on the talisman, but the success rate was terrible. A whole hundred pieces of talisman paper were successful. Chang Xi, ecstatic, called this sword talisman that condensed into a cross, was called the Ten Sword Talisman.

The power of the Ten Sword Talisman is not as simple as the two sword intents one plus one. It made Chang Xi's fingertips that could not be broken even with ordinary weapons. But what surprised him was that the only successful Ten Sword Talisman was contaminated with a little blood that was ground out from his fingertips and was able to succeed by chance.

As for the strangeness, Chang Xi didn't have time to think about it. Because after he finished processing all the talisman paper, it was already dusk the next day. He brought a new sword talisman with ink and hurriedly set off to the task client, and then the scene just happened.

Zhang Ning looked at Chang Xi carefully. Although this sword intent was indeed sharp, his cultivation was only the foundation-building realm, and he couldn't help but wonder. Will this guy be the one who completed the entrusted task?

"Senior Brother Zhang Ning, don't be surprised. I'm here to complete your entrusted task." Almost all Zhang Ning's thoughts were written on his face. Chang Xi could see at a glance that he was suspicious, so he simply stopped talking and directly touched the subject.

"It's really successful? Please look at it with me!"

Zhang Ning was immediately happy when he heard this. If he hadn't remembered that he was a disciple of Qingyun Mountain, he would have been so happy that he would have rolled all over the ground.

Chang Xi nodded, took out a sword and handed it to Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning felt strange when he started the sword talisman. His book "Elementary Talisman" was already memorized, and each talisman looked familiar. But the so-called sword talisman in front of him was only horizontally on the paper, and it was just two things with the sword talisman recorded in the talisman. Could this kid be fooled by me?

Zhang Ning was immediately angry and prepared to scold the rumor in front of him. Just as he was about to look up, a cold sweat from his temples that had been shed at some point was like a slurry, and his back suddenly stiffened. He finally noticed something was wrong.

Because he couldn't raise his head, he had to keep this movement and could not move.

In his pupils that were shrinking to the size of a needle, the ordinary horizontal line on the sword talisman in his hand seemed to be alive at this moment, and it continued to magnify in his eyes. Cold sweat dripped into his eye sockets. In a trance, the clear ink-colored horizontal line was still a simple stroke painted on paper, like a long sword with awe-inspiring sword!

The sword light rose everywhere and slashed in the sky.

Zhang Ning screamed, covering his eyes and retreated repeatedly. When his mind returned to stability, his clothes were already wet, as if that moment had passed. He looked down at his hand, and there was no sword light or sword shadow, only a handful of burnt paper ashes.

He raised his head blankly, but found that the place where Chang Xi was originally standing was empty, only a stack of neatly arranged sword talismans were pressed under the stone, swaying in the wind, the rustling sound of the talisman paper.

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The next morning, Chang Xi had a rare comfortable sleep and woke up slowly. After all, he used the sword intent to draw the sword talisman for two consecutive days, and even Chang Xi was so tired that he was iron-killed. Sitting on the edge of the cliff and absorbing the precious Hongmeng Qi, Chang Xi stepped up and jumped towards the agreed place.

The teleportation array on the west side of Qingyun Mountain was adjacent to Qingyun Peak. After only one meal, Chang Xi had arrived with a sword. The disciples on Qingyun Peak were crowded with people. Chang Xi was about to find the woman among the huge peaks. Suddenly, he saw a figure and shook his head with a wry smile. It was because the woman was too dazzling. If she couldn't notice it at first glance, it would be really blind.

The most eye-catching thing about the pretty woman standing next to the teleportation array was the pair of slender legs that were almost completely exposed in the air, moist and symmetrical, and folded into a delicate luster like white porcelain under the light of the sun. The gold-edged white silk underwear at the base of the legs was tightly attached to the buttocks, outlining an indescribable tempting arc. A hot high slit was tied on both sides, and a jade rope pendant with blue ropes woven in the middle of the right side, swaying in the wind. A gilded neck ring on the snow-white goose neck extended downwards two bunches of white veils as thin as cicada wings, but was supported high by a pair of proud peaks on the chest. The three thousand blue hairs were dyed into a dazzling sea blue with blue flower juice, as if walking out of the painting, without any mortal dust.

This kind of beauty naturally attracted countless disciples to stop and watch. Suddenly, he saw the woman turn around, and the pressure that was more powerful than the ordinary foundation-building realm was suddenly shocked. The male disciples who were attracted by the soul jumped in shock. Thinking of the woman's reputation on Qingyun Peak, they immediately scattered.

The woman seemed to sense a gaze that still gathered on her body. When she looked up, her eyes covered by water and mist seemed to be smiling. The corners of her small mouth were slightly raised, and her red lips slightly opened, and she said, "You are late."

The woman was Qingxuan, who had met Chang Xi twice. Although it was the first time that the two had formal contact, they were both the best in the inner sect and naturally would not be separated.

Chang Xi landed on the ground and hugged Qi Yuehong. There was a heat surging between his nose, and he didn't know where to look. He said kindly: "Qingxuan, isn't it a little cooler? Once you fight in this outfit, won't it be easy to expose yourself?"

But Qing Xuan gave him a fierce look, "A common man."

"Huh?" Now it's Chang Xi's turn to be confused. Could it be that Qingxuan has some new tactics?

Qingxuan said angrily: "Look at it carefully, I'm stunned by the wood."

After saying that, Qingxuan twisted her waist and arched her long white legs upwards, as if she knew Chang Xi's character, and she stretched it directly in front of Chang Xi without any hesitation.

Chang Xi looked carefully and then something happened.

I saw a layer of breeze lingering on the surface of the skin with long and delicate legs. The seemingly decorative jade green rope hanging between my waist and hips, the gilded neck ring on my neck, and even the golden arm ring on half of the lotus arms. After careful perception, it contained a rich and unusual wind-attributed spiritual power. Even the slightly straightened snow-white lotus feet were tied with a red rope to a piece of green lotus jade with excellent color and smoothness.

They are all wind-attribute spiritual weapons with a high level.

Chang Xi was a little surprised. Although Qingxuan was just a foundation building realm, the wind breath flowing on her body was a little purer than Qingfeng, so there was only one possibility.

"Are you a single attribute wind spirit root?"

Qingxuan raised her eyebrows and smiled proudly, "Of course, you don't know how painful it is for people with Feng Ling's roots. Just putting on the sect's robes is as heavy as a hill for me. How can I fight? I am the wind, and the wind is me, and I still expose it? You only expose it when you look like a black rice dumpling!"

After being rushed by Qingxuan like this, Chang Xi couldn't help but touch her nose and had to nod and smile bitterly, but for no reason she remembered what Wen Yu had said before.
Chapter completed!