The aroma of falcon soup comes from big bones. Falcon meat is almost composed of lean meat and tendons, and falcon blood is lower in fat.

After two days of eating, Xiao Ran not only did not gain weight, but also became a little thinner.

The same is true for Ling Zhouyue.

The fat man who is fat has become fat, but he has lost weight by eating meat.

The figure is as cool as a sword, and it is graceful and charming. It is perfect and unique, and it cannot be compared.

If she doesn't drink and speak stupid things, she will be the goddess among the goddesses.

Chu Yan, who was next door, was crying greedy.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1 filial piety value!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1 filial piety value!]

【Congratulations……】

In the past two days, Xiao Ran's ears were filled with system sounds. He counted and after eating a falcon, he increased his filial piety value by more than 30 times.

Brother Falcon died in vain!

...

Two days before the Chengjian Conference.

The upgrade work of the formation that took half a month was finally completed.

The brand new mountain protection formation is handed over to Bo Yunzi to run and maintain.

Huangfu Qun and his son were responsible for the order of the conference. They attached great importance to the safety issues of this Chengjian Conference. In order to prevent emergencies, dozens of temporary guidelines were issued to their disciples that they should not cross the line.

This made the disciples of the inside and outside complain. They wanted to take advantage of this conference to be lively, just like eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year, but ended up like going to jail.

In private, some scolded Huangfu Qun, some scolded Xiao Ran, and some scolded this fucked Dharma-Ending Age...

Xiao Ran didn't care. In the Dharma-Ending Age, practitioners of the Cultivator were seriously introverted and their tempers were generally not very good.

...

The day before the Chengjian Conference.

morning.

Because the Monkey True Man finished the repair of the mountain protection array, he met Xiao Ran with his original deity at Zhujian Peak and cheered him on tea.

"I still remember the last time I made tea for someone, eighty years ago..."

I will take my time to make tea for you for the younger generation, please don’t be ungrateful.

Xiao Ran understood this way and hurriedly held the cup in both hands and took a respectful sip.

The bitter tea hurts the heart when it enters the mouth, and turns the rivers and seas into dragons.

Xiao Ran's forehead was full of black lines and almost vomited out.

I didn't listen to the memories of Mo Xiao Zhenren...

No matter how good the story is, the tea is so hard to drink, it is useless. It is like no matter how miserable the singer's experience is, it is useless if you don't sing well.

Xiao Ran's mind was pitch black and he heard nothing, and he blurted instinctively:

"You'd better let your senior brother make tea."

Behind the real person in Moxiao.

Master Gao was slightly stunned, and the textures carved by swords on the iron ring were flashing with red lights.

Over the past hundreds of years, before the Chengjian Conference, the people of Chengjian had drunk tea from their masters. To some extent, this was a test.

Tea is very difficult to drink. People who inherit the sword either grit their teeth and say it tastes good, or they carefully taste the bitterness and analyze a bunch of sword principles.

Only Xiao Ran told the fact that Master Gao wanted to say but dared not.

Master’s tea is really hard to drink!

Although the people who inherited the sword before successfully inherited the sword, they finally only obtained the ground level and the yellow-level ancient sword at the second level below the sword tomb.

Since the Dharma-Ending Age, Bo Yunzi has only obtained the Xuan-level ancient sword.

It is generally believed that only Elder Ling Zhou personally inherits the sword can he get the ancient sword in the Heavenly Level.

However, the academy had tailor-made a natal sword for Elder Lingzhou back then, which was not as weak as the heavenly level.

Now, Elder Lingzhou's personal disciple, suspected to be a gift from the Heavenly Saint, has given an answer that is so true that it makes people cry.

This person who wants to cry is Mo Xiao Zhenren.

Mo Xiao Zhenren made tea more attentive than usual. He wanted to hear Xiao Ran's profound resonance with the kendo theory, but he ended up savoring it...

Hard to drink?

The old face of Moxiao Zhenren was stiff for a long time before he said reluctantly:

"Tea is delicious, it is delicious, it is difficult to drink. Swords are like tea, good swords are good swords, and bad swords are bad swords. Dare to say that tea is difficult to drink in front of me means that Mr. Xiao already has the childish intent to select good swords. In front of the Supreme Sword, any lie is cloud and smoke, and only a childish intent is needed to return to the natural state of mind."

Anything like this?

I was so irritating that I couldn't help but blurted out...

Xiao Ran had nothing to say.

The real man of Moxiao couldn't blow anymore, so he got up and patted Xiao Ran on the shoulder.

"Xiao Ran, I'm optimistic about you."

This time, he did not call himself my husband, nor did he call him Xiao Ran's nephew. As if the expectations of his close friends of his peers, he saw a light from the Dharma-Ending Age on Xiao Ran's head.

Alexander Xiao Ran made him feel like he was.

...

In the afternoon, Baicao Peak.

In front of the two coaches in charge of the sword-holding conference, Xiao Ran received a physical examination from Yin Yue Zhenren to ensure that his physique was under the turbulent sword intent and had no safety risks.

After all, he is now a treasure of the sect.

Coincidentally, the two Nascent Souls who were in charge of the Chengjian Conference were the two old men who fought with Netherworld on Jianping that day.

Xiao Ran clasped his fists.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Ouyang, don't be fine."

The two old men were slightly stunned, but they didn't expect that Xiao Ran still remembered their names.

This time, the two of them were no longer arrogant, and even as comrades-in-arms last time, they were quite proud to witness the miracle.

He quickly replied:

"Junior Brother Xiao is so polite."

This time, Yinyue Zhenren was much more serious. He wore augmented lenses on one eye and only stabbed Xiao Ran’s dantian with acupuncture. He took three points of medicine and took the fine membrane of the dan wall to perform biopsy.

Then, Dahe Sword Intention Stone covered Xiao Ran’s Dantian and injected sword intent.

Although it is not very comfortable for Xiao Ran, it is much better than physical examination.

One hour later, the result came out.

Old Man Ouyang held the analysis jade slip and frowned slightly.

"The sword tomb has four layers of sword-bearing land. According to the spiritual test results, Junior Brother Xiao should be able to pass through the cliffs, Yanling and Sword Thorn Forest to reach the fourth level of the yellow-level sword tomb, and go up... If you can go up, don't force it."

Xiao Ran nodded. After all, he only had the cultivation level of Qi Refining, and the result was much better than he expected.

"nature."

Old Man Ouyang added:

"As for your disciple, Jiang Chuyan, she may go up to the third level of the ground-level sword tomb, or even the second level of the Xuan-level sword tomb."

Xiao Ran was slightly stunned. Is this little girl so talented?

Coach Zhang hurriedly comforted:

"Young Brother Xiao doesn't have to feel embarrassed. After half a month of entry, you can inherit the sword with your Qi Refining Cultivation. You are already a miracle. There is no need to take the risk to prove yourself. You can inherit the sword more than once. You only need to grow slowly, and your future is limitless."

"Thank you."

After the two left.

Zhenren Yinyue quietly pulled Xiao Ran into the underground elixir room again, feeling like he was secretly giving him a small kitchen.

"Did you have any pills prepared for Chengjian?"

Xiao Ran shook his head.

"No."

Yinyue Zhenren suddenly showed a glee on her dignified and gentle face.

"Is there any prescription prepared for Chengjian? Master can help you practice it."
To be continued...