Shui Zekong glanced bitterly at Qi Jiu, who had a normal expression after watching Luo Ge Xuanyuan's sword dance. After the shock, he sighed resignedly.

"Aze." Qi Jiu looked at Shui Zekong with warm eyes, and then smiled like a spring breeze, "I have always known that you and I have a tacit understanding."

"Isn't that true? Who told you to be Yun Fanjun?" Shui Zekong also curled his lips and smiled, his eyes were gentle, and one look at him made people startled by his unparalleled elegance. "In that case, let's get started."

The two of them nodded at the same time and slowly raised their swords forward.

Taking a step forward, the sword edge pointed straight forward. The sharp sword wind flew up and scattered the peach blossom petals summoned by Luo Ge's sacrifice of the wood spirit bead. The petals flew in the air, sometimes falling on Qi Jiu's shoulders, and sometimes falling.

In the air of the water, it would jump up and down from time to time, then spin and fall to the tip of the sword.

Under the silver moonlight, two figures, one blue and one purple, overlap each other. The cold sword blade reflects the dreamlike moonlight. From a distance, it looks like two lying phoenixes that have been sleeping for a long time, squirming and moving.

The body is soaring in the clouds.

Especially Qi Jiu, the warmth and indifference all over her body seemed to have been immersed in the moonlight, as if she was born with him.

Xuanyuan Yunjing turned his head to look at Luo Ge and saw her staring straight ahead.

For some reason, he always felt that his master's gaze had been following Mr. Qi. Although it was covered by a layer of gauze, he somehow felt that the master was missing... missing someone through Mr. Qi?

Many years later, after the eternity had withered and the dust had settled, when Xuanyuan Yunjing finally understood Luo Ge's thoughts, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion at that saying that had been sung for hundreds of thousands of years.

Asking what love is in the world, it makes people agree between life and death.

Finally, the tips of the two long swords slowly met together. The moonlight reflected there reflected on the moon. The moon gave off a burst of gentle silver light, dispelling the layers of clouds and mist, and the sky became brighter and brighter.

Brighten up.

On the tip of the sword, six balls of light slowly appeared, floating in all directions, and fell into the hands of six people except Luo Ge.

Seeing Shui Zekong put away his long sword, Qi Jiu also threw Chang'an back to Xuanyuan Yunjing, looking down at the slowly emerging light group.

The one in his hand was the first to appear.

It is a piece of black wood that looks very old. For some unknown reason, there are seven naturally formed ancient ripple marks on the black wood. If you smell it carefully, you can smell a faint fragrance.

Qi Jiu's eyes trembled slightly.

This is……

"Could it be that this is the seven-grained agarwood ebony written in ancient books?" Suddenly remembering the information he saw while browsing ancient books in the family library, and seeing Qi Jiu nodding slightly in excitement, Shui Zekong suddenly stared straight.

Eye.

Isn't this what Yun Fanjun has always wanted?

Could this be his chance? Then, what is his chance?

He quickly lowered his head and discovered that it was a book called "Ice Sword Technique".

Mizuze Kong opened it and took a look, and found that although it was extremely mysterious and difficult to understand, the spiritual root he cultivated was indeed similar to the water spiritual root he majored in. All things are born in water, and ice is derived from water, and its lethality is even more powerful.

.This is a good sword technique, but I don’t know what level it is.

"During the prehistoric period, there was Xiaoyao Fox Emperor of the White Fox clan in Qingqiu. He became famous in Jiuzhou with his own ice sword technique, so he was also called the Sword Immortal. It is a fifth-level divine level technique. The little fox felt it was profound.

That's what it should be." Luo Ge laughed when he saw Shui Zekong's surprised and astonished expression.

It was fate after all. This secret book fell into his hands after all.

In this room, the Xuanyuan cloud scene, Long Buli, Luo Tian and Jun Shiyi's light groups also appeared. In the hands of the four of them were exactly the same secret books, called Moving Phantom.

"Master, what is this?" Xuanyuan Yunjing put away the Chang'an sword, bowed his head and asked.

Luo Ge stretched out his hand to take it and took a look, then returned it to Xuanyuan Yunjing and touched his head: "This is a moving phantom, a seventh-level god-level phantom. It is the famous movement technique of the first generation Si Ming Xingjun. The so-called moving phantom

Stepping into a phantom means that the body is like an illusion and the steps are like a shadow. If you practice properly, it is just a common thing to take one step for thousands of miles and one step for one realm."

Now, she finally knew who created this illusion. It turned out to be the first-generation Siming Xingjun, an old friend she had made with her.

He must have thought about the future, so he came here to open up this illusion and leave a legacy for the younger generations of the God Clan.

"Can we cross the boundary?" Luo Tian and Jun Shiyi were stunned at the same time.

"When Lord Si Mingxing practiced this technique to great perfection, he resigned from his official position and left the God Realm to travel around the world. Later, he went to other realms and never returned." When Luo Ge mentioned this person, his eyes were filled with laughter.

Somewhat dazed.

In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

The moonlight flickered, and another ray of light fell, and then it met Luo Ge.

The luster turns into a stone with the color of a star, sparkling and really beautiful.

"Sister Luo, is this stone a chance?" Long Buli was surprised and couldn't help but ask.

Luo Ge held the stone carefully, her expression under the veil was extremely gentle. She shook her head and said: "It is not a spiritual object, it is not a skill, and it is not my chance. It is just... my most precious object.

.”

The most precious thing? Shui Zekong raised his eyebrows, but never asked.

After all, everyone has their own secrets.

Qi Jiu was also very curious about what Luo Ge said was the most precious object, but he was like water in the sky and did not ask much. Little did he know that after many years, these objects that Luo Ge regarded as the most precious objects would be made public.

This world can make his heart twitch violently.

"This illusion will end in a few days. The illusion is full of spiritual energy. In these days, you can think about your opportunities and break through your bottleneck. I want to leave first. When I leave, please come back.

Ah Jiu, little Ah Li, took a good look at my disciple and young brother. When I come back, I will express my gratitude for my kindness." Luo Ge counted with his fingers, suddenly put away the stone, and bowed to Qi Jiu.

Bye, just smile.

"Su Su, I don't need to say thank you. I just don't know where Su Su is going? How will he find us when he returns in the future?" Qi Jiu was quite embarrassed when he saw Luo Ge being so solemn.

"I'm going to a place where the answers I want are there." Luo Ge looked at Qi Jiu with a darker look in his eyes. She turned around, the gauze floating in the air, and the hem of her skirt flying.

Only by going to that place would she know the outcome of her bet.

She now urgently wants to know whether the person in front of her is the Stinky Phoenix.

"Pay attention to safety on the road." Qi Jiu didn't say much, just nodded and said lightly, and then sat down with Shui Zekong and others to meditate and practice.

Luo Ge took a deep look at Qi Jiu, and moved his fingers slightly under his sleeves. He wanted to lift them up but quickly stopped.
Chapter completed!