Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

"Qingping sword?" Ling Yunpo said with a frown.

"Yes." Qing Pingjian said.

"A Jing!" Ling Yunpo ignored her and just asked Kunlun Jing, "Is what she said true?"

"Otherwise, can there be fakes?" Qing Pingjian said, "You mean, Yaoyao?"

"What the **** is Yaoyao!" Kunlun Jing protested.

"In the palace of the Queen Mother of the West, the Yaochi stage is on camera. What's wrong with calling you 'Yaoyao'?" Qing Pingjian said with a smile.

"According to your name, I should call you 'Jianjian'." Kunlun Jing rarely complained.

"Okay, although it doesn't sound as good as Qingping, it's fine." Qingpingjian said without hesitation.

Seeing that Kunlun Jing did not refute, Ling Yunpo asked again:

"Qingping, what is your rank? What are your attributes? What Taoist laws are there?"

"Rank?" Qingpingjian asked in surprise, "Isn't it a fairy sword?"

"Tiangan sword casting became popular 8,000 years ago. According to that algorithm, you should be counted as the tenth rank now." Kunlun Jing reminded.

"Then I'm a tenth-order flying sword." Qingpingjian also adapted quickly, "As for the attributes of the five elements, it's actually 'Tianhe water'."

"The five elements of Nayin are not popular anymore." Kunlun Jing said again, "You just need to say that the five elements belong to water."

"Oh, the tenth-order water-type flying sword." Qing Pingjian is as good as it is, "As for Taoism, it will be kept secret for the time being."

"What is temporary secrecy?" Ling Yunpo said dissatisfiedly, "You are my flying sword, how can you keep it secret from me?"

"This little brother." Qing Pingjian reminded him, "I'm not your flying sword, I'm just playing with you because I'm bored."

Ling Yunpo: ?

He turned his head and asked Kunlun Jing:

"Ajing, now throw this cheap servant back into the sword pool, and it's still too late to change to a serious flying sword, right?"

"Of course." Kunlunjing said, "and I strongly recommend you to do so, she is not something to tame."

"That's good." Ling Yunpo went out.

"Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute!" Qing Pingjian hurriedly cried out, "I was just kidding, and everyone has promised each other, how could they betray the sword master so easily?"

"Give you another chance, whose flying sword are you?" Ling Yunpo asked coldly.

"It's yours, it's yours, okay?" Qing Pingjian said in a coaxing tone, "Me and Yaoyao belong to the sword master~"

"Don't drag me in." Kunlun Jing, who was watching the play, expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Continue to talk about the Fa." Ling Yunpo interrupted them.

"In terms of Taoism, most of you still can't use it." Qingping Sword pretended to "uh" for a while, "How about you play with it?"

"This method is called 'Blue Mist and Cang Luan'. It transforms the true essence of the water element into a thick fog that fills thousands of miles. The enemy is in the middle, the six senses are closed, the body is sluggish, and the power of all non-water spells is greatly reduced."

"When you activate it, you just need to recite the mantra 'Darkness and Misty, Smoke Floating Mirage'. It can be recited or silently recited."

"Okay." Ling Yunpo nodded and said, "I'll try it first. If it doesn't work, go back to Jianchi!"

"Don't!" Qing Pingjian began to babble, "I don't want to leave the sword master, can the sword master give me a little trust? As long as the sword master becomes stronger, the concubine will also provide more and more services. It's a very useful way!"

"Qingping." Ling Yunpo said ruthlessly, "You have to remember that you didn't choose me, but I chose you."

"It's not that the weak trust the strong and choose to follow him, but because the strong are more superior than the weak, the weak have to follow him."

"Followers who are too weak will only be thrown by the strong to the far back where they cannot follow. This is the same whether it is you or me."

Qingping Sword: …………

"If you don't want to be unable to keep up with my footsteps, then try to become stronger." Ling Yunpo finally said, walking out.

"Yaoyao, I'm starting to like him." Qingpingjian didn't answer, just avoiding Ling Yunpo's consciousness, quietly said to Kunlunjing, "What should I do? This is the first time I have met such an interesting sword master. "

"Are you planning to disguise yourself and fall in love with him?" Kunlun Jing asked.

"No, no, it's boring to be a human being, it's more fun to be a sword." Qing Pingjian shook his head and said.

Ling Yunpo ignored their slander, just left the Taoist temple, went to the open space outside, and raised his sword with one hand.

The consciousness and the sword spirit were sympathetic, and the Qingping sword was suspended in the air, trembling slightly.

"Dark mist, smoke floating mirage." Ling Yunpo recited aloud.

In an instant, the boundless fog surged out of thin air, and immediately enveloped the surrounding open space.

Ling Yunpo glanced around, and found that all he could see was a piece of white, like endless snowflakes on an old-fashioned TV screen that couldn't receive a signal.

Reaching out his hand, he couldn't see anything, and he couldn't hear people's voices. The dense fog seemed to absorb all the colors and sounds, leaving only pure and quiet white between heaven and earth.

The body seemed to be heavier, Ling Yunpo looked down, only to realize that the clothes on his body were already soaked.

Moisture dripped along the corners of the clothes. Ling Yunpo tried to mobilize his spiritual consciousness and run the sea of ​​qi, but found that his spiritual consciousness was blocked at a position less than half a meter away from his body, and the movement of his true qi became stagnant.

He hooked the Qi machine to the Qingping Sword again, the weight on his body suddenly lightened, and his consciousness spread along the fog without any hindrance.

In this dense fog~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Every tiny drop of water can become a part of the extension of his consciousness.

Ling Yunpo stopped infuriating, removed the surrounding dense fog, put away the Qingping sword, found a shade of a tree and sat down, and began to wait for Senior Sister An to return from outside.

At the same time, he is also thinking about how to build a flexible combat system with the help of this sword technique.

For example, when they were fighting swords with Shushan, the fog rose to obscure the opponent's perception, and then they used the Qingping sword to backstab openly.

Well, the way of thinking is still a little conservative.

Since the dense fog suppresses the opponent's consciousness, the opponent will definitely withdraw the flying sword to his side and wait for it.

For example, I brought two swords and deliberately threw the flying sword at the opponent from the front, and at the same time manipulated the Qingping sword to stab around the back.

If the enemy reacts fast enough to block the sword throwing from the front, he will definitely miss the backstab from behind...

Just thinking about this, Ling Yunpo suddenly raised his head, and saw a strange, short, chubby boy pressing down the sword light and descending on Qingluo Peak.

"Ling Yunpo, Junior Brother Ling?" The other party's gaze came over.

"Exactly, I don't know who you are?" Ling Yun asked with a hand.

"Lou Zhizheng." The chubby boy turned his eyes and landed on the Qingping sword behind him.

"Wow! This person's eyes are so disgusting!" Qing Pingjian shouted in his mind, "Hide me! I don't want to be seen by him!"

"Is Senior Sister An there?" Lou Zhizheng asked.

"She's gone out." Ling Yunpo said calmly, "Senior brother, you can enter the temple and sit for a while, waiting for senior sister to return."

"No." Lou Zhizheng raised his chin and said with a sneer in a somewhat rebellious and somewhat regretful tone:

"Junior Brother Ling, do you know?"

"You are in trouble!"

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