35, unintentionally inserting willow

After dispelling his greed, Yang Feng took out all the jade bottles he carried, poured out the Xuandan inside, big and small, and filled a full 33 million empty bottles. As a result, she was mocked by Han Jing again.

Han Jing dug out a piece of green jade in the jade pool with an ice soul sword, and effortlessly chiseled it into a wine jar, estimating that it could hold more than ten catties.

Why can't I think of this simple method? Yang Feng has the impulse to hit the wall.

With a cunning smile in her eyes, Han Jing suggested very seriously: "Since Wanzai Kongqing has the effect of improving the quality of Xuandan, it's better for Master to pick up the Xuandan on the ground and put it back. Anyway, disciples can't finish such a big altar for thousands of years.

"It makes sense." Knowing that the girl was ridiculing herself, Yang Feng took the opposite as a fair word and really picked up the Xuandan thrown on the ground and put it back in the bottle.

Han Jing opened her eyes wide and asked in surprise, "Really? I was stepped on a few feet just now!"

"When it comes to need, not to mention stepping on the ground, even if you fall into the dog shit, you have to pick it up and eat it." Deliberately disgusting Hanjing, watching her sticking out her tongue to show nausea, Yang Feng smiled relievedly.

"Bad master, cheating again!" After losing her eyes, Han Jing cut a jar cover and gave the jar to Yang Feng to put it away, and she suddenly put the ice soul sword into the pool to soak it.

Finally, he caught the opportunity to teach Han Jing a lesson. Yang Feng deliberately hit two ha-ha and said, "Don't be stupid, A Jing, the sword is soaked in the sky for thousands of years, and it won't raise the level."

"Maybe it will be helpful for Binger and Soul. Anyway, there is no harm." Han Jing was unmoved and still soaked in the green ** in the pool with the hilt of the sword. Her jade-like fingers gently brushed the sword body and muttered, as if she were whispering to the sword.

Yang Feng tried to get another green jade jar, but after tossing for a long time, he only got a pile of broken jade pieces, which was only enough to make a small jade bottle. Compared with the big jar made by Han Jing, he is really not interested in wasting energy on these small bottles.

"Ajing, make two more jade jars."

"Wait a minute, Binger said that she seemed to remember that there was a treasure house next to the empty green pool."

"Treasure house!" Yang Feng's heart beat wildly when he heard this, and his eyes glowed.

Judging from the great work in decorating this cave, the original owner of Qingxiaju is definitely a well-informed figure, even a legendary figure in the upper world. Any treasure in its collection is absolutely worth a whole.

Han Jing muttered to the ice soul sword and laughed from time to time, which made people wonder whether she took the treasure house in mind, or whether she understood the meaning of finding the treasure house.

His eyes shuttled around, and Yang Feng knocked on those suspicious places and found nothing.

Looking back at Han Jing's still unhurling appearance, Yang Feng urged, "Jing, hurry up. There are many monsters like green-haired spiders in this hole. We don't know when they will jump out. Moreover, we have never felt hungry. Don't you think it's too weird here? Do we need to leave as soon as possible?

"Bad master, and scare people!" Han Jing shouted an unsently. After all, the deterrent power of the "green-haired spider" was so great that she immediately got up, shook and knocked on the side with the ice sword.

The range surrounded by the stalactite forest is only a little larger. After about an hour, Han Jing walked around the pool three times and had not found the treasure house, exhausting all her patience.

"I'm not looking for it! After so many years, even if you find it, the things inside may have turned to ashes.

Yang Feng quickly comforted: "This pool has been empty for so many years, and it hasn't dried up yet! The value of the treasures in the treasure house is definitely no worse than that of ten thousand years. Jing, be obedient and look for it patiently.

"Anyway, it's here. If you want to find it yourself, I won't look for it. I'd better come to understand the Tao Te Ching. Looking at the green **, Han Jing suddenly thought, "This pool can't be taken away. If I go in and practice, it may have a good effect."

Hang Feng, who was about to jump into the pool, said with a black line on his forehead, "You have broken through continuously, and then jumped into the empty green pool to practice. What if you break through again?"

"It's true. The fourth skill is not very perfect." Han Jing was quite taught. She no longer insisted on practicing in the pool, but she refused to find the treasure house in any case. She would rather practice swords.

In Yang Feng's view, practicing swords is that Han Jing is playing, or ruining the pool for thousands of years.

After getting rid of the idea of using Wan Zai Kongqing to practice ice Xuangong, Han Jing felt that it was a good idea to practice swords in the pool. Regardless of the master's want to take two more altars of empty green, she jumped into the pool in dirty shoes.

On the surface, it looked like a calm pool of green**, but the dark waves surged under the surface of the water, and the round stone where the cold feet fell was very slippery. Intentionally, it almost slipped.

She suddenly inserted the ice soul sword to her feet. With the power of this insertion, Han Jing desolved the impact formed by the dark wave and stood firmly on the slippery rickly stone.

After stabilizing her body, Han Jing slowly walked towards the depths.

The green** gradually spread from her waist to her cold chest. When she didn't reach her neck, she stopped and began to practice swords.

In the past, when she was in the Black Dragon Pool, she not only practiced ice Xuangong with the help of the cold air in the pool, but also practiced swords in the water.

The resistance of water is greater than that of air. Coupled with the discharge of waterfall water, there will be some vortices in the pool from time to time, which will also affect the angle and direction of the sword. Therefore, it is much more difficult to practice swords in the water.

At this time, Han Jing felt that compared with this pool for thousands of years of emptiness, the resistance formed by the black dragon pool water was too small, and the vortex formed by the waterfall water flow was far less than the impact of the dark current in the pool.

At first, Han Jing's posture of coming out of the sword was like a child playing with fangs, which was extremely clumsy.

Yang Feng was speechless.

At another time, Yang Feng will definitely give good guidance. At this time, his mind is full of finding the treasure house, so he only looked twice and looked away.

Sword, collect the sword.

Han Jing simply practiced these two simple movements repeatedly.

I don't know how many times I have practiced, and the angle stabbed by the ice sword can be controlled at will. Han Jing just began to practice the basic swordsmanship of the family - the 19th style of ice cutting.

First, it was moderate and practiced from beginning to end in order. Out of the sword, between collecting the sword, it has been as smooth as flowing clouds and water. Every time Han Jing's sword came out, she pulled out a turquoise water curtain mixed with ice-blue sword spirit.

When practicing in the pool before, I didn't feel that at this time, the density and buoyancy, as well as the impact of the undercurrent, were much higher than the ten thousand years of emptiness of the pool, and Han Jing deeply felt the drawbacks of the 19 ice cutting.

After the sword moves, it is fast, but it is blindly smooth, but it causes the sword to diverge and the attack power is not domineering and sharp enough. Therefore, Han Jing felt the need to regroup it.

The second time, after applying the hand-style "Ruo Shiyuan Ice", she skipped the three styles, and Han Jing directly received a style of "Gunshaven Jade Cutting Ice". The connection between the two types is also extremely smooth, and the subsequent swordsmanship has gathered the swords that have not yet fully diverging and doubled their power.

The ice-blue sword spirit comes from the green water surface and the undercurrent, revealing a well-structured section.

"Oh yeah! So beautiful!"

Han Jing's exclamation made Yang Feng subconsciously turn back. At first sight, the hierarchical cross-section.

"Choiple again!" Yang Feng's eager order.

Yangjian is another type of "blue ice water" cut down horizontally, expanding the cross section, and Han Jing also saw a deep black hole exposed below. The hole emits a dark mirror reflecting light.

"Is that the entrance to the treasure house?" Han Jing asked happily.

"Don't you want to find this treasure house?" Yang Feng did not answer the question. He got Han Jing's white eyes, smiled, and flashed into the deep hole.

"But the truth is that I found this treasure house. Oh, luck comes, and the wall can't stop it!" Han Jing was intoxicated with herself, and Binger urged her to go to the treasure house quickly. She waved a sword in no hurry, and the water that was about to close separated again, revealing the dark hole.

Flying into the dark hole, she felt a heat wave coming to her face. Suddenly, a dazzling red light appeared in front of her. She couldn't see what was going on below. Han Jing couldn't help screaming: "Is it on fire?"

"Damn, there is a crater below. Now the volcano has erupted, and the treasure house is full of volcanic lava!" Yang Feng shouted angrily.

her eyes narrowed into a crack, and Han Jing barely saw that the place was a green jade platform.

The green jade platform is surrounded by carved jade columns, and one side has jade steps down. Yang Feng stood at the entrance of the jade step, looked under the jade step, and suddenly fell down and hated himself.

When she came to the past, Han Jing also looked at it and found that the jade room still cut out of Qingyu Mountain was about three times the size of the side hall where the ice soul sword was previously found, and the red lava had spread to more than a dozen levels of jade.

The treasure, whether or not, is submerged in the fiery red lava.

Finding that the cheap master's face was really bad, Han Jing secretly stuck out her tongue and asked weakly, "Master, will this magma rush up?"

With a look, Yang Feng suddenly thought that he was not worried about the destruction of the hidden treasure, but to find a way out before rushing to the lava.

His eyes were still staring at the fiery red lava. Yang Feng said in a commanding tone, "Ask Jianling if there is any way to forcibly charge Qingxiaju, even if it costs a little."

In the slowly overflowing magma, a fiery red wave suddenly appeared and went straight to the door. Han Jing couldn't help shrinking back and exclaiming, "What's in there!"

"There are magma overflows and eruptions, which is not surprising." He explained rudely, and Yang Feng urged again: "You should communicate with Jianling quickly and try to collect Qingxia before the lava rushes up."