Fakong is very weird. She can't see through it at a glance, but she can guess nine out of ten of him through his subtle expressions and temperament.

This is intentional so that no one will ask more questions.

That Divine Sword Peak disciple was protected by invisible power, and he couldn't see through his thoughts.

But at that time, my wisdom mind was not perfect. If it were as perfect as it is now, I should be able to see through it.

Fa Kong is a bit weirder. Looking at his thoughts is like looking at the moon in the water. At first glance, there is a shadow, but when you look at it again, you can't see it clearly.

Lian Xin looked at the empty expression and couldn't bear to ask any more questions, so she changed the topic: "This time is too dangerous. How could the disciples of Shenjian Peak come to our Snowy Mountain?"

"He has this on him." Ning Zhenzhen took out a small sword from Luo Xiu and handed it to Fakong.

Fakong took it over.

Although the sword is only the size of a palm, it weighs heavily on the hand.

The scabbard is dark green, the tassel is purple gold, and the vicissitudes of life reveal elegance and elegance.

Although the sword is small, its momentum is extraordinary.

He weighed the small sword, pulled it out gently, and stopped suddenly.

He pulled it out again, but still couldn't pull out the sword.

"Junior brother."

"Yes." Faning took the small sword and pulled it out hard. His face suddenly turned red, but he still didn't pull it out.

He took a deep breath, the monk's robe slowly puffed up, his eyes widened and he pulled it out with all his might, finally pulling out the small sword.

The blade of the sword was dark and dull, and the blade seemed to have no sharp edge.

Fakong took it and waved it gently, as if it were carved from a piece of charcoal.

It's obviously very heavy, but it feels light when swung.

He had never felt so weird.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled brightly: "I gave this sword to you as a thank you for your life-saving grace."

Fakong glanced at her.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Don't want it?"

"Really?"

"certainly!"

"Then I'll accept it." Fakong returned the sword to its sheath.

Ning Zhenzhen pursed her lips and smiled softly.

Fakong knew that she was laughing at his low cultivation. Even if he got the sword, he couldn't pull it out. He couldn't keep the sword unsheathed, right?

Fakong handed it to Lian Xue: "Uncle Master, does he know the origin of this sword?"

Lian Xuebai glanced at Ning Zhenzhen and shook her head helplessly.

This girl is still not convinced that she owes someone her life, and she wants to keep fighting.

She took it and looked at it carefully. After tapping it a few times, she made a clicking sound. She took the chopsticks and tried the edge of the sword. It was indeed sharp.

In the end she shook her head, not recognizing it.

Fakong smiled and looked at Ning Zhenzhen: "If I read it correctly, this should be the Heavenly Punishment Sword."

"The Heavenly Punishment Sword?"

Ning Zhenzhen, Lian Xue and Faning all shook their heads.

Fakong smiled and sheathed his sword, stuffing it back into his sleeve: "Come, eat. When you're full, I want to see the disciples of Divine Sword Peak."

"What's the point of seeing a dead person? If you want to revive him, that's impossible, right?"

"No matter how effective the elixir is, there is nothing you can do if the corpse is cold."

"Then what are you looking at?"

"Just take a look."

"Just take a look!" Ning Zhenzhen snorted.

Lian Xue kicked her under the table.

Ning Zhenzhen suddenly smiled like a flower, drank a cup of tea and offered a cup to Fa Kong to express his gratitude, and Fa Kong accepted it calmly.

She offered Faning another drink, and Faning drank it down with a red face.

——

"right here?"

In the sunset, a group of four people stopped in a pine forest and stood in front of a pile of new soil.

The slanting light shines through the branches and leaves on this pile of yellow soil and on a bunch of red wild flowers above.

This bouquet of wild flowers is as red as flames.

"That's it."

"Did you bury it?"

Ning Zhenzhen looked around, his beautiful eyes burning brightly.

Fakong said: "Junior brother, be careful."

Faning was suddenly nervous, his fat face tightened, and he looked around.

At the same time, his left hand was put on Fakong's shoulder, the monk's robe bulged like a ball, and the strong energy enveloped the two of them.

Lian Xue and Ning Zhenzhen's backs were against each other, their bright eyes narrowed, leaving only a thin line, and they captured the surroundings with their peripheral vision.

Fakong formed a seal with his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and moved his lips slightly.

Fanning suddenly felt a wave of coolness pouring down on his head, and the tension and anxiety in his mind disappeared instantly.

He was calm and his mind was turning.

Then he turned around slightly, with his back facing the two women.

The three of them then guarded one direction to guard against sneak attacks.

Ning Zhenzhen and Lian Xue soon had the same feeling. Coolness lingered in their minds, their thoughts moved faster, and their feelings became more sensitive.

They knew this was the blessing of the Pure Heart Mantra.

A young man in a yellow robe slowly walked out of the woods. His face was sallow, as if he had liver and gallbladder disease.

He was thin, strong, handsome, and stared at Ning Zhenzhen with gloomy eyes.

Fa Kong was thoughtful.
Chapter completed!