Chapter 957 Tips

In the Sword Valley, colorful flags flutter and ancient music is melodious.

The sword cultivators and sword cultivators from the sword valley and the sword valley all walked out of their retreat and watched from the sky. Teams of cultivators from different sects flew into the sword valley and entered different areas.

The female sword cultivators of the Lingjian Tower also climbed to the highest point of the Lingjian Tower and looked outside to see the fun.

As a mid-stage female cultivator in Sword Valley, Fang Qinghan is taking on a heavy task this time. Her master Li Yaoqing hopes that she can become the first among the mid-stage disciples this time and at least enter the top three!

For this reason, in recent days, Fang Qinghan has been practicing the nine plum blossoms in the back mountain every day. He has no idea about the outside world's situation. Today, he is rarely out of seclusion and watch the grand occasion of disciples of various sects coming to the sword valley.

"Look at the team of female cultivators with charming postures over there, all from Xianyin Pavilion! Look at their clothes, they are all too fancy, and some of them even have their chests and backs exposed..."

The female monks in Sword Valley are relatively conservative, and their clothes are mainly white and gray. Compared with the female cultivators of Xianyin Pavilion who are dressed in charmingly, no one is too accustomed to them.

"Look at that..."

Looking out along the finger of a female cultivator, she saw a golden-winged white crane with a very huge figure flying from a distance. On the back of the white crane, there was a guqin. A handsome man with picturesque eyebrows and eyes didn't look at the scenery in front of him, but just focused on playing the piano.

The white crane flew over, the clear sound was melodious, and the piano sound was heard, like a mountain spring water, very wonderful.

"This person is Gong Xueluo, the son of the Lord of Xianyin Pavilion, and the only male monk with the Tianling root of the younger generation!"

"My God! This man is indeed of excellent qualifications and handsome appearance!"

Although the female monks in the Sword Valley look down on the female cultivator in the Xianyin Pavilion, they praised this male cultivator who is the most handsome and extraordinary in the Shenxiao Continent, and the female cultivators all looked at each of them with their eyes lit up!

For some reason, Fang Qinghan suddenly thought of his engagement person and sighed in his heart: How great would it be if his engagement person was Gong Xueluo? Alas, he doesn’t have that kind of good life!

This time, not only were there disciples from Xianyin Pavilion and Xuanji Sect, but also many elders and disciples from nearby sects who came to watch the ceremony. Various flying spirit weapons and flying spirit beasts continued to appear in the sky, and the disciples from Jianji Valley were also lit up.

But what made the male cultivators of the Sword Valley feel depressed was that Huang Ailin, a beautiful female cultivator who is the most qualified qualification in the Shenxiao Continent, did not come this time.

"Senior Brother, why didn't my dream goddess come this time?" Many male monks from the Broken Sword Tower asked in annoyance.

Senior brother Zheng Hongsheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's time now? The battle at the beginning was a battle between early-stage monks and mid-stage monks. Cultivators like Huang Ailin who have perfect foundation building will not take action until the end, so they will come after a while! In short, you will definitely see it when the time comes!"

"So that's it." Everyone's hearts were relaxed.

Soon after, the sky finally became quiet, and guests from various sects were arranged to go to different residences in Sword Valley.

The female sword cultivators from Lingjian Tower also walked back into the house, and everyone had to chat with each other.

"I heard that the battle was very fierce. Not to mention the mid- and late stages, it means that the early stage disciples' battles that began today were also some fierce young newcomers! Among them are Wen Ziyu from our sword valley, Luo Xiaoyong, Qin Yong from Xuanjimen, Gu Xinghe from Xianyin Pavilion..."

Fang Qinghan listened to everyone's discussion, raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "Where are the younger brother? Haven't you entered the foundation-building stage? According to the rules, he also wants to participate in the early stage battle, right?"

Listening to Fang Qinghan's question, a female cultivator who had read the schedule said in confusion, "I read the schedule that day, and junior brother Xie Qing was actually arranged on the relatively backward schedule! The opponent is Tian Kuxin, a powerful man from Daogu!"

"No!" After hearing this arrangement, the female sword cultivators present were stunned. "Who arranged the schedule? It's so damn bad! The younger brother has only built a foundation, but he actually arranged such an opponent! We have heard that Tian Kuxin is also called Yidao Bull! Ordinary strong people can't get three swords under his hands. If you like the younger brother, wouldn't you lose?"

Although everyone was a little dumbfounded, Fang Qinghan ran through the world outside, and his thoughts about Zhao Yan were clear at a glance.

She covered her mouth and smiled, "You don't understand this? The younger brother should have asked this on purpose!"

"Why?" The female monks present felt a little surprised.

Fang Qinghan said again, "Only when facing such a strong man, he will not have any psychological pressure when he admits defeat! No one will laugh at him!"

After hearing this, everyone suddenly realized it.

A female monk nodded and said, "If the junior brother loses in Tian Kuxin's hands, he will always be more respectful than losing in the hands of those early cultivators! Alas, this kid's idea is indeed unique!"

Everyone nodded, feeling that Zhao Yan had a good idea.

Fang Qinghan said with a hint of contempt, "These tricks are not the best after all! If you don't have enough strength, what else do you want to be faced? Whoever loses is not a loss? If it is me, I will find a even opponent and fight with all my strength! It is better than using such small means!"

Her words were approved by everyone. Even those senior sisters who had always sympathized with Zhao Yan now felt a little contempt when they thought of Zhao Yan!

...

The battle in the Sword Valley had no effect on Zhao Yan at all.

Before Zhao Yan appears, he will not go back to the sword valley. He will do his best to build his Xuan Lei Sword Formation!

"Nine flying swords have been refined successfully!"

Each of the Xuan Lei Swords used in the Xuan Lei Sword Formation is exactly the same, so Zhao Yan is refining faster and faster, more skillful, and more useful!

He created nine pieces. After this batch was created, he has created 27 pieces, which is very close to his short-term goal!

"There are already twenty-seven, I'm a little itchy, I want to give it a try first!"

Zhao Yan thought, walked into the Blood Buddha Space, came to the valley outside the Blood Buddha Space, and flew in the air, slapped the storage cloth bag, and shouted loudly, "Come out!"

One after another, bright flying swords appeared out of nowhere, hovering around his body, and circling back and forth.

As more and more flying swords joined in the circle, a bright electric light curtain was formed outside his body, which made the York giant wolf standing below applaud excitedly.

However, Zhao Yan's face suddenly sank. Then he waved his hand, put away all the flying swords and flew down from the sky.

"Master, are you?" York giant wolf asked in confusion.

Zhao Yan frowned and said, "I don't have enough mental power and can't carry it!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!