Han Qing was sad and depressed. The eldest brother's wind curse was amazing. It could blow leaves and hurt people. It could fly sand and stones, but he could not even blow a fire break. He would laugh out loud when he said it. He looked up and peeked at the eldest brother's expression. Fortunately, the eldest brother just laughed and didn't say anything. He thought he wouldn't scold himself like the second brother because of his stupidity.

"Senior Brother, why is my wind curse so small, but yours so powerful?" Han Qing asked with courage.

The eldest brother patted his shoulder with appreciation and said with a smile: "You think you are very stupid, right? In fact, you underestimate yourself too much. Your qualifications are very good. Although the Wind Curse is a low-level spell, you can use the small cultivator who can be used after listening to the cultivation level in the hall and listen to it once. We can count it with one hand on the mountain. Your second and fourth brothers are two, and I can count one too. You are the fourth one."

"The fourth one?" Han Qing couldn't believe his ears, "It's really the fourth one?"

"Of course, the eldest brother will still lie to you, but don't be proud. This only means that your qualifications are very good, and it does not mean that your future achievements are. The road to cultivation is bumpy and long, and there are countless cultivators with good qualifications, and there are even more people who fall in the end. In terms of cultivation, you can count them with one hand on the mountain, but unfortunately it is the countdown, hahahaha!" The eldest brother seemed to like to laugh very much, and he would laugh happily no matter what. Han Qing thought silently.

He respectfully bowed to the senior brother, "I understand, senior brother, there are people outside the world and mountains outside the world. No matter how good the cultivation is, you cannot be proud."

The eldest brother looked at Han Qing with appreciation, and felt relieved. Qualification is very important, and understanding is even more important. Not only is the understanding of martial arts, but not arrogant or impatient is the key to the progress of cultivation. Han Qing can understand this principle at a young age. It can be seen that his understanding is excellent and is a good material: "It is this principle that you should avoid being proud on the road to immortal cultivation. Okay, you practice slowly and I will go back to the cave." The eldest brother took out a note from his sleeve and handed it to Han Qing: "If you have anything, send me the message to me, don't come to my cave. After all, the master gave you to the second junior brother for training. You are a member of the second junior brother. If you let the second junior brother know that you often come to my cave, it will be of no use to you."

Han Qing took the notes and looked at the senior brother in a daze. Obviously, he didn't know what he said about the faction.

The eldest brother sighed and said nothing. He turned around and left the cliff, leaving Han Qing alone.

Han Qing was covered in blood and lying weakly on the ground. Scenes of the beginning kept popping up in his mind. Maybe it was at that time that the eldest brother planned to make himself a nail in the second brother's faction. Maybe it was at that time that even though he was in the second brother's faction, he was loyal to the eldest brother.

No one can be ruthless? When he was young, he didn't understand what intrigue was, factions, and power struggles. He only knew that whoever treats him would be good to him. At that time, the senior brother might be so good to him just to win over him, but he didn't care. No matter whether he was using himself or not, at least on the mountain, the senior brother was the only one who treats him well.

Around a hundred miles, Qin Yun and Han Qing fought fiercely, turning the surrounding forest into desolation, living creatures were silent, and the land was charred. The newborn sun was not blocked by trees, and it fell on Han Qing's body without any restraint. Han Qing's meridians were broken, and his body was also broken. Only a breath remained in his dantian to maintain his life.

"I'm going to die? Your sword is very powerful. I feel the boundless fighting spirit. Maybe you really have a chance to defeat your second senior brother, but you have to be careful. He is very powerful, so powerful that you can't imagine."

Qin Yun stood by silently, not in a hurry to end Han Qing. Han Qing's vitality was cut off, and it was meaningless to destroy whether he could take action. But he did not expect that the other party would remind himself kindly, "Which sect do you are? Why do you intercept and kill the cultivators who entered the secret place?"

Han Qing stared at Qin Yun looking down at him with a dim look, revealing a hint of ridicule: "Do you think I will tell you? I just hope you can kill my second senior brother, not to betray my sect. I am about to die, and the monk is about to die, but I didn't expect that I would die in the hands of a mid-stage Grain God." After saying that, he closed his eyes, his spiritual sense gradually blurred, and the last breath in his dantian also dissipated.

"Take it and keep his soul." The female voice sounded again. Qin Yun was stunned for a moment. Who was Chi Yan who was sleeping in the Jinxiao Sword? Seeing Qin Yun stunned, Chi Yan said angrily: "What a fool, keep his soul quickly. Although this person has low cultivation, he is the reincarnation of Tiansha Lone Star. He was born for killing. He is just the sword spirit of your Chixiao Sword."

"Is there really a reincarnation of Tiansha Lone Star?" Qin Yun was puzzled and did not dare to be neglected in his hand. He quickly took out the Chixiao Sword and inserted it into Han Qing's chest with a puff. Dantian was the life gate of the cultivator, where the vital energy was stored, the head was where the spiritual consciousness was located, and the essence and blood were in the heart. If Qin Yun wanted to detain Han Qing's soul, he had to use his essence and blood as the guide.

Blood splattered, and the Chixiao Sword seemed to have been hungry for a long time, quickly swallowing Han Qing's essence and blood. Seeing a saturated body drying up quickly, Qin Yun did not dare to neglect. The Chixiao Sword was too evil and was so bloodthirsty. If he didn't hurry up and let the Chixiao Sword suck Han Qing's blood, he would not be able to conceal Han Qing's soul.

Bite his fingers, Qin Yun quickly wrote runes on the Chixiao Sword that he couldn't understand, muttering words. After a while, a white light floated out of Han Qing's broken body and penetrated into the Chixiao Sword.

It seemed that due to the entry of the white light, the Chixiao Sword made a clanging sound and flew up from the sky, making a cheerful sound, "It's done." Qin Yun was also very happy. The Chixiao Sword with a sword spirit is more than ten times stronger than before. It is no longer a dead object, but a real spiritual sword with a spirit, Chixiao. However, this sword spirit was not born independently, and Shan cannot be regarded as a quasi-immortal weapon.

Qin Yun stretched out his hand and the Chixiao sword flew back to the master's hand. A figure turned into a beside him. It looked like Han Qing.

"See master." Han Qing bowed and saluted with bitterness on his face: "I didn't expect you to take me as a sword spirit and save my life."

"My sword just lacks a sword spirit, so it's not my kindness to save your life." Qin Yun said.

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me why are you here? When did you come in? How long have you been in?" Chi Yan also transformed into a human form and asked while pulling Han Qing's clothes.

"You are just a spirit of weapon. What qualifications do you have to ask me?" Han Qing glared at Chi Yan.

"Bullshit, believe it or not, my aunt slapped you on the wall, and she couldn't even pick it out. Even you, a new little sword spirit, dare to provoke me."
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