Li Qingming held a long sword in his arms and walked in the crowded market. His petite figure was like a swimming fish and his small head appeared and disappeared from time to time like duckweed in the sea, making people frightened, but they were shocked.

Soon, the girl left the market and walked on a secluded path. Her pace slowed down a little, and she held up the sword in her arms with excitement and looked carefully, as if the groom had lifted the red veil. But soon, a hint of suspicion and hesitation appeared in her pair of gem-like eyes.

The sword is three feet four feet long, two inches wide, weighing about six kilograms, and the whole body is snow-white, the sword edge is not obvious, and the sword tip is restrained. It is a heavy blunt sword that is absolutely unyielding.

The exquisite cloud patterns can be seen vaguely at the hilt of the sword, but most of them have been worn away by time. Only two ancient characters can be vaguely distinguished, revealing the vicissitudes of life.

The material is neither gold nor stone, and it is light and agile, but it does not reveal any spiritual energy, and a whiteboard long sword without any special magical powers.

Li Qingming couldn't tell why she chose it. When she was choosing a sword in the market, she took a look at the unpretentious white sword at a glance, and then bought it with all her money.

Although the little girl's net worth is only nine taels, whiteboard weapons are usually less than five taels, let alone this broken ancient sword - as for the boss's bragging about the indestructible King Kong, he is not a three or four-year-old girl. Li Qingming just celebrated his 14th birthday and was no longer so naive.

"I hope I didn't buy you wrong..."

Li Qingming tilted his head helplessly and had a bitter face.

"Although nine taels of silver are not much... but my money was deducted repeatedly. Now I am almost not enough for food. If I can't practice the Wind Chasing Sword again, it would be unimaginable."

"So, let's work together!"

Li Qingming jumped gently and cheered himself up, held the sword in his arms again, and ran quickly along the path.

At the end of the trail, there was a secluded courtyard with the red courtyard gate closed, and an old plaque with Shen Garden was hung alone on the door. Li Qingming smiled slightly, and did not push the door. He calculated the time, ran to about ten steps next to the door, with his feet a little, and crossed the courtyard wall like a bird.

A pine suddenly appeared in front of him, like a hideous door god blocking the way. Li Qingming ran into it invisibly, then penetrated it without any obstacles, and landed lightly on the ground.

The little girl turned around and bowed to the phantom pine.

"Grandpa Shu, thank you for your family."

Then he ran all the way into the house, scooped a scoop of cold water into the water tank in the kitchen, drank it happily, wiped his little hand and breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the long sword and stood at the martial arts field behind the house.

When she stood on the court, the childishness on Li Qingming's face swept away. She held the sword in one hand and took a deep breath. Her small chest rose slightly, and a captivating momentum arose.

At this moment, she was no longer a girl who was only fourteen years old, but a swordsman.

With one sword in hand, the world is invincible.

Although this swordsman is still a little young, his cultivation is extremely shallow. He is just to complete the body and enter the Fengqi realm. He is the lowest level of the world of cultivation, and does not even enter the world of cultivation.

There are nine levels of practice in the world.

The wind and clouds are surging, the clouds are turning and rain are overwhelming, the earth is split and the sky is collapsed, and until the end is perfectly broken, the nine-level realms are progressing layer by layer and eliminated layer by layer, forming the world's cultivation world like a pyramid.

Of course, the Long March began with a single step. The young swordsman clearly knew his position, put his posture, calmed down, and after a moment, his right hand was lit, and the sword light burst out in the courtyard. The sword light was like silk, but it was densely spread like a net, and the momentum was like chasing the wind.

Wind Chasing Sword.

The signature sword technique of the outer disciples of the Li family in Fengcheng has been practiced to great success. The sword force is like the wind, which makes people unable to defend against. Li Qingming has been taught this sword score half a year ago and has been practicing hard day and night. So far, there are seven levels of the wind level. With the sword drawing, the first three swords can be like the wind and the sword light is like lightning. It is only one step away from the fierce wind level of Dacheng.

But this step stuck her for two months. From the wind to the wind, the sword technique no longer needs to be faster, but stronger. Otherwise, the sword force is like the wind, but it is breeze on the face. How can I kill the enemy to win? The key to the Wind Chasing Sword can become the signature sword technique of the Li family's outer sect is to combine speed and damage. To practice to the realm of Fierce Wind, the swordsman needs to focus on gravity and strive to cut out with one sword to split the gold and split the stone. As a woman, Li Qingming is also petite and delicate, more agile and not calm enough. The realm of Fierce Wind is quite difficult. Fortunately, she has a good understanding and has finally made a breakthrough in recent days. The sword force is dense, the sword wind is fierce, and the strength is becoming stronger.

But at this time, I encountered a big and small problem: the long sword used for practice has been exhausted.

When practicing the Wind Chasing Sword, you have to cut 100 wooden stakes in a row every day. This wooden stake is not enough. With Grandpa Chuan, there will always be wooden stakes. But if you cut the long sword, it will inevitably curl the blade or even break if you cut it too much. No matter how much you cherish it, you will only be used for three days. Li Qingming practiced the Wind Chasing Sword for more than three months, and he has damaged more than twenty long swords, which has also exhausted her pockets.

Until yesterday, Li Qingming carefully calculated and found that instead of changing swords every three days, it was better to save money and buy a high-quality long sword with more money. It was not sought to be sharp and agile, nor to be magical in the five elements. As long as it was tough and difficult to destroy, it was enough. Such a long sword was not uncommon in white-level weapons and the price was not too expensive. So she collected her family's assets, sold some childhood toys, and collected nine taels of silver, and invited the white-level ancient sword home.

Now, I just hope that this long sword can be worth the money, and I don’t ask that it cuts iron like mud. As long as it can be strong and durable, it will be enough to help her become the Wind Chasing Sword.

However, after only a moment of practice, Li Qingming felt that his arms were sore and weak. At first, this ancient heavy sword felt light and agile, but the more he used it, it became more and more difficult and heavy, as if there was invisible resistance to pull her arm. In this way, not to mention the sword chasing the wind, even the continuous sword was difficult to achieve. When a set of thirty-six-way chasing wind swords was used, Li Qingming simply wasn't even steadily holding the sword. In the girl's stunned, her five fingers were paralyzed, and she flew out the long sword, jingling all the way on the bricks and stones.

“…”

Li Qingming lowered his head, and big beads of sweat drooped down his hair, making the black hair covered the girl's blushing face. Although this old courtyard is remote and no one will come, no one will see the scene just now, no matter how you think about it, it is too embarrassing!

Practicing swords until the long sword is out of hand, this is probably a scandal that has not been heard of in a century by the Li family in Qingyun City.

After a while, Li Qingming raised his head and his eyes just touched the big tree beside the courtyard wall. It seemed that he was being gently watched by the ancient yard guard tree left by his mother, and his face suddenly turned red again.

"No, Grandpa Shu, you've read it wrong. That's not a loss. I'm just... just practicing the flying sword outside the sky. Look, after the thirty-six-way chasing sword, suddenly the sword flew out, the enemy must have expected it..."

After talking for a while, Li Qingming became more and more embarrassed as he spoke, and he was almost exploded...

Looking back on the hardships when practicing swordsmanship, what was wrong? Why did a whiteboard heavy sword weighing more than six pounds is like this? With her childhood achievements in body training, even if she waved a pair of sixty pounds of stone locks, she would not lose her hand. It must be something wrong with the sword!

Li Qingming suddenly thought of the vendor saying, "You dare to use the fifty taels of magic weapon? Are you not afraid of curses attached to it?"

Although this white-level long sword is not a divine weapon, is it also cursed...

Thinking of this, Li Qingming was simply creepy, and even the gentle May sunshine seemed a little cold. The little girl subconsciously wanted to run back to the house to take out the evil talisman left by her mother to suppress the evil demons.

But then I felt that I was too fussy. After all, this old house was left by my mother before her death. There was a formation carefully designed by a monk from Paishan Realm. Even if he was disrepair for a long time, he would not be taken advantage of by evil demons and heretics...

When Li Qingming picked up the long sword again, he recalled his loss of composure and couldn't help but blush even more: "It's all your fault to break the sword, which makes me not even able to practice swords."

It was originally a casual complaint, but the next moment, Li Qingming suddenly heard a clear voice in his mind.

"Idiot, it's clear that you are practicing your own swordsmanship wrong."

"..." Li Qingming was stunned for a long time before screaming and threw the sword away. He went back to the room and took out a stack of evil-suppressing talismans as fast as possible, holding half in his hand and half trembling around the sword.

"You, what exactly are you?!"

Jian Ling was also stunned when she heard this question.

Before he fell asleep, he was considered a silence of the Heavenly Divine Sword in Jiuzhou Continent. A person could not know his parents, but he could not ignore the savior of the Heavenly Divine Sword in Jiuzhou Continent. So no one asked such a stupid question in front of him.

However, since the other party asked a question, he answered seriously. The sword spirit thought about it and introduced himself: "I am the sword spirit of the Heavenly God who was reincarnated by the Nine Immortals who held the essence of the Nine Provinces for a hundred days of blood sacrifice. After the decisive battle with the Great Demon God Emperor, he fell into a long sleep and woke up at your call."

“…”

"Given that my explanation is concise and accurate, I think you should have understood my identity, so when you go to the next question, I ask you, are you my mount?"

"ha?"

Jian Ling didn't care when she saw the girl's face being dumbfounded. Anyway, there would be no second answer to this question.

Being able to become the mount of the divine sword outside the sky is an opportunity that no monk can refuse. At that time, Li Jiulong was selected as the chief mount for his superb sword forging technique, and the other eight immortals were envious and jealous for a long time.

Since the other party does not object, then you can take the third step.

Sign a master-slave contract.

Now that the sword spirit is extremely weak and has even lost its ability to move independently, he naturally needs to find a mount to travel during this period, and the girl Li Qingming is the choice he made.

Although this mount is weaker than him, it is still aroused by him, and the sword spirit is not planning to be picky at this time.

The process of signing the contract was very simple. The sword spirit took a little body fluid full of the girl's qi and blood - that is, the sweat when practicing swordsmanship, and then took a little energy from her - that is, her concentration at this time. Then she merged with herself, and the relationship between the master and the slave was established.

And the moment the contract was completed, the sword spirit followed the contract passage and heard the girl's panic.

"What the hell is this?!"

"I am not a ghost, I am a sword spirit." The sword spirit seriously corrected Li Qingming's thoughts.

The girl subconsciously said, "The ghosts and sword spirits are the same! Wait!? You, can you hear what I am thinking!?"

"Of course, this is the basic function of the master-slave contract."

The girl was surprised and said, "What kind of master-slave contract? Do you, do you recognize me as your master?"

Jian Ling said, "No, you recognize me as your master, I recognize you as your mount."

"..." Li Qingming opened his mouth and felt a little difficult to breathe, "What did you say? Mount?"

Jian Ling smiled and said, "Yes, congratulations, you have been chosen as the mount of the God Sword outside the sky. From now on, I will be the master of me, for me to drive, and share my strength and wisdom... Let's talk about your thoughts below."

A moment later, the shouts in the girl's heart came over deafeningly.
Chapter completed!