30, Ice Sword

"Cut! Who cares?" Thinking about it, you can't take advantage of the bad master for nothing. Han Jing snorted coldly and pouted and said, "Besides, I don't know who will get this mysterious weapon."

The speed of speaking reached the end of the passage, and a green jade chiseled into a door to block the way.

"Jing, step back and open the door as a teacher." Yang Feng said solemnly.

Han Jing obediently stepped back two steps.

Xuangong was transported to the palm of his hand, and Yang Feng pressed his hands on the door. The tightly stitched green jade door, the tentacles are cold and bone-invasive, and also extremely strong. Yang Feng pushed it, and the door did not move at all.

Slowly increased the output of Lei Xuanli, and the purple thunderbolt formed a purple small light snake. It was also very beautiful to swim in the Qingyu Gate, which made Han Jing clapped her hands.

He couldn't even push the door open. Yang Feng was a little unhappy and scolded, "Dead girl, are you watching the play!"

"Well, stupid master, it seems that it's not wrong to see you perform hard and clap your hands to show encouragement." Han Jing wrinkled her nose and sighed, with a cunning smile in her eyes, which was obviously the component of reading jokes.

"Hmm?" Hearing the meaning of Han Jing's words, Yang Feng subconsciously turned around, confirmed the guess from her expression, and couldn't help saying, "Do you dare to treat her as a teacher? It's not a bragging for the teacher, this stone door--

Han Jing, with smiling eyebrows, interrupted Yang Feng's words: "It's not a disciple blowing his mouth. It's too easy to open this stone door."

Learning from Han Jing's previous tone, Yang Feng smiled and said, "Blow it hard. Anyway, bragging doesn't pay taxes."

Without defending, Han Jing came forward, opened the cheap master in a big way, put her hands on half a door, and pushed it aside.

Qingyumen quietly slid away to both sides and retracted into the stone walls on both sides. Yang Feng's eyes widened: Is it pushing to both sides, not inward?

Shrugging her shoulders, Han Jing's flexible eyes blinked, and the meaning of mockery was clear at a glance.

When you should be thick-skinned, you have to be thick-skinned!

Only then did he notice the marks on the junction of the door stone wall. Yang Feng said as if nothing had happened: "You are smart once. You are a teacher to deliberately test you. Don't be complacent."

speechless, Han Jing stared at Yang Feng entering the hall and took more than ten steps before jumping behind and saying, "Are you naughty or the master?" It's too good."

"That's true. Such a good master as a teacher is absolutely unique, and there is no denominator, so, girl, you can be proud." Yang Feng laughed.

When she met such a rogue master, Han Jing, who had always been sharp-toothed, was speechless again, simply ignored him, rushed into the hall, and looked at the situation in the hall.

The cold air in the hall seems to freeze people into the cold air of ice sculptures and coat the walls of the hall with ice crystals, making this empty hall crystal like an ice palace.

"It's so beautiful!" Han Jing smiled and didn't care about the cold in the hall at all. If you are not afraid of cold, it is also the welfare of Xuanxiu. Her broken face is still peachy, and she has not frozen and changed color at all.

Yang Feng's eyes fell on the horizontal lines around the wall. These horizontal rings like trees give people the illusion of swimming under the shimmer of the night pearls at the top of the palace. He felt that this might mean something.

For Yang Feng's conjecture, Han Jing sneered: "It's really whimsical!"

The two entered the hall, and the sea tide-like cold came. Not much time, just like the horizontal lines on the wall, with a thick layer of white frost on the surface.

Yang Feng fell down and had to consume Lei Xuan's strength to resist the cold.

The mysterious power of ice in the cold Dantian seems to be traction and surges fiercely.

When she walked to the center of the hall, Han Jing faintly felt a strong summoning idea, observed for a moment, and felt that the idea came from behind the half-open door on the west side of the hall.

I tentatively walked to the west door and stopped. At this time, she felt that the ice in her body was surging, and her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

retreat or enter?

Without too much hesitation, Han Jing gritted her teeth and stepped in.

Yang Feng paid close attention to Han Jing, but made a general guess from her expression and behavior, and did not feel the intention of calling her. Before she entered the west door, he stopped talking.

This girl has a deep fortune, and maybe it's her opportunity behind the door! Yang Feng thought optimistically.

Han Jing stepped into the west door and saw the hilt of the sword inserted into the wall at a glance.

The cold air here is heavier, but the strange thing is that the hilt of the sword inserted into the wall is dark and does not form any ice crystals.

The idea of summoning is stronger, and Han Jing clearly feels that the idea comes from the hilt of the sword.

A sword of intention? At least it's a prefecture-level mysterious weapon!

There was a strange sound like laughter in her throat. Han Jing put her hand on the hilt of the sword and twitched vigorously.

It's really hard. In fact, the sword can be pulled out with a gentle stroke. The result of her excessive force was that she stood unsteadily and fell back. He put the long sword to the ground, but the ground was too soft, and the sword went straight down to the hilt of the sword.

Unexpectedly, Han Jing's reaction was a little slow, and the back of her head was also firmly hit to the ground. When the pain came, she still thought foolishly: Sadly, the place where the sword was inserted was soft. Why was the place where my sister fell so hard?

The fish jumped up, rubbed the back of her head, and then lost the ice mysterious power into the sword. She muttered, "It's such an ugly broken sword, and it also made my sister fall. If I guess wrong, that idea is not from the sword, it will be a big loss."

The sword body made a buzzing sound. The long sword was originally dark. After the ice power was input, the black surface cracked and peeled off in pieces, soon revealing the ice jade-like crystal of the sword itself, bursting out a dazzling cold light.

"Hee, at least it looks good. Well, I don't dislike you." Han Jing smiled happily, shook her hand and stabbed the sword on the jade wall.

The original intention was to try the hardness of the sword. Han Jing didn't expect the sword to go down, and the sword silently went straight to the handle.

"This wall is made of tofu!" She slapped the jade wall in disbelief.

The force was so great that the jade wall did not even shake a piece of debris, which made Hanjing's palm numb.

Looking at the hilt, the black material on the surface also peeled off, revealing the mixed pattern inside. Under the white cold air, the pattern loomed, and only the word ice blue "ice spirit" in the middle of the pattern can be slightly identified.

Her throat was dry and her heart beat like a deer leaping. Han Jingqiang calmed down, stretched out her hand and grabbed the ice soul sword in her hand.

The hilt of the sword is no longer as peaceful as it was just now, and there was a piercing chill, which made Han Jing couldn't help but hit a thrill, but insisted on pulling the sword out.

As the sword body was pulled out, the ice blue fog visible to the naked eye exploded from Han Jing's hand holding the sword and quickly spread to her whole body, dyeing her whole with a layer of ice blue.

This strange situation shocked Han Jing. She wanted to abandon the sword, but her body froze into a statue in an instant, and it was difficult to move her fingers, let alone throw away the ice sword.

Han Jing couldn't control the sudden situation, just waited helplessly.

As if she was sinking into a deep and cold dark abyss, Han Jing wanted to scream, and her lips and tongue were frozen, and there was no sound. Tiredness quickly surged up and drowned her consciousness.

"Jing!"

In the exclamation, Yang Feng flashed over and raised his hand. Hundreds of purple thunder suddenly burst out and hit Han Jing.

In the dense sound of cracking hard ice, the cold clothes, together with the cold ice shell on the surface of the clothes, cracked into pieces, and the pieces peeled off, but the ice sword seemed to stick to her hand and did not shake.

The ice blue cold air in the ice soul sword gushed out, and in an instant condensed into an ice blue armor on Han Jing's body. After the clothes split into pieces with the ice shell and peeled off, the delicate body loomed.

In front of her, Yang Feng's attention was completely focused on Han Jing's hand. In a hurry, a lightning-like thunder mysterious force pierced her hand holding the sword.

The pain woke Han Jing up. She wanted to scream, but her body was still frozen from the inside out. She couldn't bow her head. She knew that the wound on her hand was bleeding, which was very slow and slow.

The ice sword was still stuck to Han Jing's hand. When Yang Feng was considering whether to cut off her finger holding the sword, a miracle happened.

The slowly flowing blood dyed the hilt of the sword and flowed down Han Jing's fingers to the sword body.

The blood penetrated in.

The sword body is still crystal white.

The ice-blue halo was shaken on the ice soul sword, outlining a circle of ice-blue corridors for Han Jing.

The ice blue armor, together with the ice cold that would freeze the cold, dissipated.

Isn't it dead? As soon as this idea came to Han Jing's mind, she heard a childish voice saying in her mind: My sister just came, and they were bored to death!

"Who, who is talking!" Han Jing screamed.

Yang Feng, who consciously turned his back, handed over a robe and said, "A Jing, put it on first."

Looking down, Han Jing was almost dizzy, and her tongue stirred: "I'll show you everything!"

"What are you looking at! The cold in this room is so heavy that I closed my eyes when the teacher came in. Yang Feng roared angrily and scolded impatiently, "What are you thinking about? What's there to see, you stunted yellow-haired girl?"

A little relieved. Although she still had a little suspicion that "Do you need to close your eyes when the cold air is heavy?", she immediately added the sentence after the cheap master. Han Jing looked down and wanted to roar: Who is stunted!

Sister, what is stunted?

There was a young child's voice in her mind. Han Jing was excited, put on her clothes in a hurry, and looked around. There was no one else but herself and the cheap master. Master, have you heard anything? She asked in a trembling voice.

"No." Yang Feng, who still turned his back to Han Jing, replied quite simply.

Thinking it was her own hallucination, Han Jing no longer entangled with the childish voice in her mind. Her body softened and sat down on the ground. I almost hung up, hehe, it's more funny than drowning. She said with a dry smile.

"It's a sword problem. It seems that you have succeeded in recognizing the Lord with blood. The level of this sword is very high. You can communicate with the sword here and go out for the teacher. After the exhortation, Yang Feng left without looking back and left in a hurry.