The specific situation is that the yellow-faced middle-aged man can't tell me any of them. What he said before was just heard from the truth.

Jiang Chuan didn't ask again, looked at the cave, heard footsteps approaching, and immediately flashed back to the restriction that was about to close, pushed up the stone gate and sat quietly to nourish the energy.

Soon, Han Luo's face appeared in the window, opened the ban and walked into the hole.

"You just moved the ban?" Han Luo went around the door and looked at it, but found no traces of magic.

"Maybe it was touched when I was practicing!" Jiang Chuan looked puzzled:

"What happened?"

"You are pretending to me, right? You can take a look at it yourself." Han Luo threw a jade slip.

Jiang Chuan pressed him to his forehead and saw the familiar figure, his expression suddenly froze.

"I forgot to tell you before that except for the gate-sealing system, there are always surveillance formations in the passage." Han Luo seemed to smile, but he was quite curious about Jiang Chuan's method of breaking the ban.

"Okay." Jiang Chuan spread his hands:

"It's really boring to be alone, I planned to find a master to discuss it."

Han Luo said helplessly:

"Brother, I'll call you "Brother, can we stop making trouble? You'll leave after staying for two months.

"Don't extend the confinement period at that time, even I will suffer."

"Senior brother should know about my foundation-building from Uncle Yunyan!" Jiang Chuan suddenly changed the topic.

"Of course I know." When Han Luo mentioned this, he couldn't help but envy: "I remember a year ago when you entered the mountain gate, you chased me and asked me for spiritual weapons. Now I'm building a foundation."

This is a dark history.

Jiang Chuan, who had just started, had nothing in his body. Yunhe and his senior brother were afraid that he would be distracted and did not pass on the spiritual treasures. He had to put his mind on Han Luo.

Who made Uncle Yunyan proficient in refining weapons? I thought you would do it a few tricks.

Jiang Chuan said silently in his heart, took out a jade bottle from his sleeve and threw it at the other party.

"have a look."

Han Luo opened the jade bottle in confusion, and his expression was shocked.

"Where did the foundation-building pill come from?"

"Do you want what I have left?" Jiang Chuan asked.

Han Luo put the jade bottle into the storage bag and expressed his thoughts through his actions.

"Tell me, what do you want to do."

"There are many monks who are locked in the evil cave. It should not be difficult to help find a few people who know sword skills." Jiang Chuan said his request.

"Do you really want to find someone to discuss?" Han Luo understood Jiang Chuan's thoughts.

Of course it is true.

Although he was in confinement, Jiang Chuan had already made plans for himself.

I find someone to practice swords during the day and go back to the cave to practice martial arts at night.

In this way, we can improve our match strength before the upcoming inner goal competition, so that we will not participate in the competition just after being released, and we will be forced to get busy.

Jiang Chuanke heard Ning Que say that there are far more than a few disciples who have built Taoist foundations in the inner sect.

Although his talent is not bad, he doesn't have long practice and lacks experience, and can easily suffer losses when facing enemies.

"How is it, is it okay?" Jiang Chuan looked over.

Han Luo thought for a while and said:

"It's easy to find someone to discuss, but you have to have a good start, otherwise anyone will promise you to do this.

"Also, I am not the only disciple on duty in the Lock Cave. If you don't connect with others, you will be discovered and stabbed to Yun Ming sooner or later."

"How many spirit stones are needed?" Jiang Chuan is rich now and has confidence in his words.

Han Luo recalled Jiang Chuan's embarrassment before, and did not dare to speak loudly, and tentatively reported a number.

"One Thousand Spirit Stones?"

Jiang Chuan didn't even raise his eyelids and agreed directly.

"make a deal."

Han Luo was a little confused because he took the storage bag handed over by Jiang Chuan and weighed it.

If you take 50% of the 1,000 spirit stones yourself, you can also fill in the subsidies you lost after leaving the Fangshi Law Enforcement Hall.

Seeing Han Luo's expression, Jiang Chuan couldn't help asking:

"You're not going to take it alone, are you?"

"How can we do that? What kind of friendship are we brothers? Don't you understand me?" Han Luo pretended to be angry, and his chest was slapped:

"Don't worry if I do my business."

It is because I know you that I am not at ease.

No matter how much he complains, Han Luo's ability cannot be underestimated, otherwise he would not have served as the captain of the Law Enforcement Hall.

Jiang Chuan no longer cared about these things. After Han Luo left to do the work, he took out the jade leaves.

A thumb wrapped in the black light shone into the body, like the veins of leaves and stems, was scattered into the body along the fingers.

A inheritance appeared in his heart.

"Sword Skill of Mosquito"

Jiang Chuan subconsciously wiped his eyes and confirmed that the word "mosquito" rather than "jiao".

The difference between one word gives people a very different feeling.

But after he read the records in the inheritance, he realized that this sword technique really means literally, and was created to stab to death a alien insect called "yin-eroding mosquito".

According to the records, "yin-eating mosquito" is a rare yin mosquito. It is born in a place with rich yin energy, but it lives by devouring spiritual energy. It can be avoided by water, fire, swords and weapons, and only a trace of white marks under the abdomen is where the life gate is located.

At that time, a casual cultivator got some spiritual eggs that eroded mosquitoes from somewhere, and spent a lot of effort to cultivate and hatch it. He invaded the alien insects into the spiritual veins of this sect, stealing the spiritual essence of heaven and earth from the root of the spiritual veins, and offering to his own cultivation.

But if the spiritual essence of heaven and earth is lost, the roots of the spiritual vein withered, and the entire spiritual vein will be destroyed. In this way, the two sides will naturally form a great feud for life and death.

Although there are many senior masters in this sect, they still suffered a great loss in front of such mosquitoes that have come and go without a trace, and the disciples with lower cultivation even have their spiritual power sucked away.

In desperation, the master of the sect borrowed a treasure and calculated the life gate of Yin-Erosion Mosquito that had never appeared in the world of immortal cultivation before. He also jointly created this "Sword Sword of Mosquito" for low-level disciples to practice. They also had ways to deal with Yin-Erosion Mosquito.

But why does this method sound so familiar?

Steal, spiritual veins, spiritual civic.

Isn’t this the method of senior [The Great Thieves are Like Immortals]?

Jiangchuan looked strange.

He decided to go to the forum to ask, if this is true, senior [The Great Thieves are like immortals] should have some understanding of this sword technique, and maybe he can give some advice.

Not unexpected.

【The thief is like an immortal】:

"I was a young man at that time. After making a grudge with an elder of Wangchao Pavilion, I came back to take revenge and let out this anger. Then I ordered Yin Fei to do such a thing as the anger of heaven and people.

"As for the "Mosquito-Step Sword Art", I have some impression, you wait first."

After counting breaths, several pictures appeared under the floor.

Jiang Chuan clicked on the pictures and found that these were all dynamic pictures.

"Why doesn't my phone have this ability?" Jiang Chuan murmured in his heart and started watching one by one.

Looking from the perspective of senior [The Great Thieves are like immortals], something like gray fog is gushing out in the sky, but it is flooded by the various sword lights rising from the hands of countless people opposite, and the gray fog falls like rain.

Although it was a little blurry, he could still see that the opponent's sword light clearly pierced every wisp of mist.

【The thief is like an immortal】:

"More than two thousand years later, when I came out of seclusion and prepared to overcome the celestial tribulation, I heard that Wangchao Pavilion had been changed to Shooting Sword Pavilion, which specializes in swordsmanship.

"The past is unbearable to look back on!"

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Chapter completed!