Tian Ying

  Tan Siqin murmured softly, with a hint of disappointment in her tone: "What a pity... that girl actually understood it to this extent, what a pity."

  Zhang Ye felt it was a bit strange, but due to Tan Siqin's overwhelming pressure, he didn't dare ask further.

  After a long time, Tan Siqin said: "This time is your fate, grant you 'Dà Tiānluó Shǒu', remember to return to the mountain at the end of the year. In addition, if I detect even a hint of betrayal towards Tai Xuan Men, I will definitely kill without pardon."

  "Yes!" Zhang Ye knocked his head and fell to the ground.

  Tan Siqing raised her hand, and two faint rays of light fell down. Zhang Ye's hand grasped a jade slip. The other ray of light landed on the Chi Huo sword on the ground, seemingly erasing the spiritual imprint within it with her unparalleled cultivation.

  "Give me the flower dew." Tan Siqin turned around for the first time, standing in the late wind, her clothes fluttering, as beautiful as a fairy.

  Zhang Ye didn't dare to slack off and handed over the last breath of Hu Lu's flower dew to Tan Siqin.

  "I'll take her back to the mountain for treatment, you continue your training, remember to return by the end of the year. The spiritual imprint of that dwarf's Flame Sword has been erased by me, it's a decent three-piece treasure, consider it as spoils of war returned to you." Tan Siqin's voice floated away and disappeared in an instant.

  “。。。”

  Zhang Ye thought that Tan Siqin was quite mysterious, and she had passed the test so easily. She seemed to have a secret, but she was calm to the point of ignoring everything, and wasn't afraid of her secret being spread out.

  "If you have her abilities, in the future you can also do as you wish, even if it means going against heaven and earth."

  The purple-robed man's voice appeared in his mind at the right time.

  Zhang Ye nodded, planting a seed of pursuit for power in his heart.

  Today's battle is at every moment on the line between life and death, with plots, betrayals, fratricide, and changes in an instant.

  Xiao Bao's law was pushed to the limit, and the golden tender buds were almost exhausted and withered. The evil earth fire spiders wanted to tear their master apart several times.

  It's all so cruel. But once you have Tan Sichun's kind of strength, nothing is a problem anymore.

  Must become stronger...

  Su Qing, the little book boy who had been hiding in a gourd and trembling since the start of the war, was finally let out. Her warm and soft body leaned against Zhang Ye, and she ate tofu again.

  Su Qing is a person who takes advantage of every opportunity, and will definitely take advantage of any situation.

  Zhang Ye is no longer paying attention to this and lets Su Qing have her way.

  He put the Three Treasures Blazing Fire Sword away in his gourd, and Xiao Bao was very obedient. Zhang Ye had told him not to eat randomly, so he wouldn't eat randomly anymore.

  Then entered the Sea of Recognition.

  For the first time in his life, he was so eager to become stronger. "Zi Yi, didn't you say you would teach me a set of fist techniques? Hurry up and give them to me, I want to start cultivating."

  The person in purple turned around and turned their back on him, "No need."

  "What?!" Zhang Ye was anxious, "You deceived me."

  "I wanted to give you, Tan Siqin gave it to you." Ziyi said softly with a slight tilt of her head, "Just as she said, it's your encounter. It seems I was overthinking, you not only have your own way of thinking and personality, but also your independent encounter."

  Zhang Ye's eyes widened, "You're saying, you want to give me a Heavenly Rope Hand too?"

  Zi Yi nodded slightly.

  "Which level of martial arts is this?" Zhang Ye asked.

  "Four items, practice well." The purple-robed figure's voice floated away and disappeared.

  Now he was also exhausted, and led Su Qing to walk forward for more than ten miles. In a valley, there was a clear small stream beside him. Zhang Ye sat down with his legs crossed to meditate and recover his true energy.

  Su Qing was also frightened for half a night. She ran to the creek and took off her clothes, revealing her tempting body, and washed herself with the creek water.

  Unfortunately, no one appreciates it.

  After finishing her bath, she used a rag to wet and repeatedly came over to wipe Zhang Ye's face, taking care of him meticulously.

  It has been running for seven weeks.

  When the dawn broke on the horizon, Zhang Ye opened his eyes.

  After one night's rest, I feel much refreshed and my spirit is much purer.

  In summary, this time's harvest, the application of Xuan Kong Quan Jue has increased a lot.

  Zhang Ye couldn't wait to enter the Seven Treasures Gourd, and upon looking inside, he saw that Xiao Bao was still snoring away. This guy's stomach was too big, it seemed like he had swallowed too many things this time, and they wouldn't be digested for a while.

  It seems that every time Xiao Bao swallows something, his abilities increase. Therefore, in order to cultivate him, Zhang Ye also didn't want to let him spit out the Wind Sword.

  Picking up the Flame Sword for appreciation, I only feel a warm and gentle heat transmitted between my hands.

  Infusing true energy, the soft and flexible Flame Sword emitted waves of tremors, a hot wave swept through, the Flame Sword flew out of his hand, shuttling back and forth within the small world of the Seven Treasures Gourd.

  From a spiritual perspective, this flying sword is obviously slower than the Wind Sword that Xiaobao swallowed. However, this sword excels in fire.

  In a flash of sword light, a scorching heat wave was emitted, and even Zhang Ye's foundation-building cultivation felt somewhat stifling. This was a fine sword with the Five Elements' fire attribute.

  "Come back."

  Zhang Ye stretched out his hand and beckoned, the flying sword flew back, once again becoming soft and flexible. The scorching heat wave dissipated, replaced by a warm and gentle force. Just this one manipulation of the flying sword made him feel that his vital energy had been depleted quite a bit.

  Three flying swords, theoretically close to the strength of a foundation-building third layer.

  Zhang Ye is currently struggling to control it with just one layer of foundation.

  It can be said that Zhang Ye's foundation is much thicker than that of ordinary cultivators in the same realm, otherwise, when building a foundation with three flying swords of average quality, there is a risk of being counter-attacked.

  It's precisely because of this that the dwarf, despite carrying the Three-Product Fire Sword, did not easily use it in either of the two battles.

  Jū jū's cultivation was higher than Zhang Ye's, but he hadn't yet entered the third layer of foundation building. He carried a three-product flying sword, probably for self-protection. However, before he could even protect himself, he encountered Tan Siqin, and his several-product flying sword became useless, leaving him no room to resist.

  What is the aftermath of backbiting? The demonic Taoist has already told Zhang Ye with his actions. Looking at the spiders he released surrounding himself, I don't know whether to sympathize or not...

  Zhang Ye patted in the six mu of land, examining the tender bud that was about to wither.

  It was not easy to send out two petals, grew up a bit, showing strong vitality. But now because of the early battle too dangerous, tender shoots several times released light, currently become a kind of sunset yellow, only residual small amount of vitality.

  "What's wrong with you?"

  Looking at this, Zhang Ye gently stroked the tender shoots, and couldn't help but feel a pang of regret from the bottom of his heart.

  If you weren't so reckless and grabbed the opportunity to escape, didn't go to steal wolf poison smoke, didn't kill Wu Lack personally, how would you get the little guy into this situation.

  Thinking of this, Zhang Ye felt wave after wave of sadness, and tears fell one by one onto the soil.

  Zhang Ye's tears were instantly absorbed by the soil, and under the baptism of his tears, the tender buds swayed slightly, revealing a hint of vitality.

  It seems that Zhang Ye's emotions have moved the tender shoots, although they haven't returned to their original golden color yet, but suddenly a change occurred: an additional sprout appeared.

  Now this poor little guy has three petals.

  Zhang Ye burst out laughing: "Little guy, you're also trying to deceive me?"

  The tender shoots swayed back and forth, protesting Zhang Ye's words.