My wife is a sword god.

Chapter 117 Convergence
Qin Feng stared blankly at the sky-shattering light blue sword energy, the horror in his heart couldn't be increased.

It's one thing to know that Liu Jianli is strong, but it's another thing to see her make a move at such a close distance.

The bones and skeletons that can confront Si Zheng Shi Ziming have at least reached rank five robbery strength.

But even such a ghost, in Liu Jianli's hands, still couldn't hold a sword.

Qin Feng became even more convinced that the realm that Liu Jianli wanted to break through back then was the third rank of Shenwu, and her comprehension of sword intent was infinitely close to the fifth level of artistic realm - the realm of all gods!

What kind of terrifying evildoer is this?

And such an evildoer is still my wife. Qin Feng was both shocked and fortunate.

However, when Qin Feng's heart stirred up turbulent waves, Liu Jianli, the person involved, still looked calm and calm.

She let go of the hilt with her right hand, and the blue-white long sword floated in the air, slowly retracting it into the sword case.

Kacha, the sound of Kacha sounded again, and the sword case was closed, hiding the long sword inside.

With her right hand, Liu Jianli gently brushed the hair on her sideburns behind her suet-like ears, raised her head, and looked at Qin Feng: "Now, can you go back?"

"Forehead"

Tread!

Tread!

Just when Qin Feng was about to answer, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, looking for his reputation, it was the whole group of the Qin family.

In addition to the second younger brother and more than a dozen servants, Ya'an also brought Wang Xu and two with him.

Heitantou did not follow, after all, although he killed the two-headed ghost, no one knows if other ghosts will approach, and the Qin residence needs someone to guard it.

Ya'an glanced at the people who fell unconscious on the ground, frowned slightly, and then asked.

Qin Feng first arranged for his servants to take away the unconscious people, and then told the story in detail.

"It was you who killed Gu Mirage?" Ya'an raised his voice, but still maintained his etiquette, not letting himself lose his composure too much, but the suspicion in his eyes was naked and could not be hidden at all.

She is also a literary sage, and she is the eighth grade of literary sage!
I am deeply touched by the offensive power of the saints.

Not to mention killing monsters with robbing power of four turns, to put it a bit exaggerated, even strangling a chicken is quite difficult for low-level sages
"Of course I killed it." Qin Feng raised his head and chest, the more the other party didn't believe him, the higher his sense of accomplishment.

"Don't talk nonsense." Ya'an frowned, "I know you have a method of converging your energy into shape at your fingertips, but just relying on that trick to kill the ancient mirage is tantamount to nonsense.

Tell me the truth, what is going on? "

In her tone, there was eagerness to know the truth, but also disdain to expose Qin Feng's lies.

"Do you know the formation?" Qin Feng pretended to be mysterious.

"Formation?" Ya'an looked puzzled: "Of course I know the formation, but what do you mean by mentioning this?"

Qin Feng began to add fuel and vinegar, and explained the details of killing the ancient mirage with Ya'an.

Half of the content was made up by Qin Feng, and the remaining half was his bragging about himself.

A brief summary is - the great Mr. Qin, with his own wisdom, led the ancient mirage into the formation and killed him!

Of course, he didn't say a word about the fact that he was not bewitched by the ancient mirage.

The weird twin pupils are his greatest reliance, and he has to hide something.

The second younger brother at the side heard this, and couldn't hide his admiration for the elder brother in his eyes.

"Brother, it's really amazing."

Ya'an glanced at Qin An indifferently, heh, a simple-minded martial artist.

Qin Feng's words sounded serious, but it was still hard for her to believe it.

If nothing else, just talk about the map.

People who don't know how to do it may think that it only needs to follow the records in the book and draw the formation diagram according to the gourd painting.

But it is a big mistake to think so!

It is difficult to paint the skin of a tiger to paint the bones. Simple copying of the formation diagram, although it looks decent, cannot arouse the power of the formation.

Many years ago, Ya'an himself wanted to join the formation, so as to make up for the weakness of the lack of attack power of the saints.

However, even if she spent a lot of time and energy to copy the formation diagram, she still couldn't attract it.

She also used this question to ask the teacher. The teacher was silent for a long time, and finally gave an answer - "You have no talent in formations, and you are not suitable for learning formations."

Because of this sentence, she didn't go to see the teacher for half a year, and the strange thing is that since then, whenever she went to read books in the library of Haowen Academy, she could no longer find any books about formations.

Now, there is a person who said in front of her that he killed an ancient mirage with a four-turn tribulation power with a formation.

How could she, who was so proud, accept it?
After all, in Fengtian City's Haowen Academy, there are only a handful of literary saints who can achieve above the array!

She couldn't believe that the man in front of her was proficient in medical skills and also able to study formations!
Ya'an turned his head to look at Liu Jianli, and asked, "Is it the ancient mirage you killed?"

Based on her understanding of Liu Jianli's character, the other party would never lie.

But what he could see was that Liu Jianli shook his head slightly.

Ya'an lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, Qin Feng twitched his mouth.

He asked curiously, "You don't trust me that much?"

Ya'an raised his head and said flatly: "I approve of your medical skills, but I don't believe that you can use formations."

"why?"

"Because your handwriting is unreadable!

As the so-called calligraphy and painting have the same origin, how can a person who can't write clearly describe a decent formation? "The tone is flat, but the words are full of contempt.

Especially that look, as if saying - you don't even understand lying!

She didn't seem to want to spend any more time trying to figure out the truth, so she turned to Wang Xu and the two, asking about the current situation of Jinyang City.

Wow, it makes sense, I was speechless and couldn't help but slap Qin Feng.

However, he secretly made up his mind that when he has time, he must practice calligraphy, so that he can no longer be despised like this
After a long time, almost all the ghosts in the city were wiped out, and even some who slipped through the net fled outside Jinyang City when they saw that the situation was not looking good.

Demon Slayer Sikong spared his manpower to help Qin Feng and his party send all the comatose people back home.

This is the end of the matter, and the sudden chaos of the night of the ghosts is over.

Qin Feng slowly pushed Liu Jianli towards the Qin Mansion, the picture looked so warm.

Ya quietly watched this scene, not knowing what she was thinking.

At this time, a servant of the Qin family hurried over and said anxiously: "The master has not been found yet."

Qin Feng frowned when he heard this: "What do you mean? Isn't father in the Qin residence?"

The second younger brother looked ugly, and explained: "When I went back earlier, my father said that I didn't know where the money bag fell, so I hurried back to look for it, and my second mother and I didn't have time to persuade it!
A group of us came out of the Qin Mansion, firstly to meet the elder brother, and secondly to find out the whereabouts of my father.

Who would have thought that it had been so long, but they still couldn't find it.

Big Brother, Dad, he shouldn't"

That bastard!When he was in such a dangerous situation, he still cared about his own purse. As poor as he was, how much money could he have in his purse!

Qin Feng was also extremely anxious: "Calm down first, don't think things are so bad.

Since he was going back to find the purse, it must have been along the road we had passed. "

Qin Feng glanced around and saw the previous brothel. Because of the night walk of ghosts, the doors and windows of the brothel had been closed at this moment, the lights were turned off, and it was completely dark.

"We will start from this brothel, search from here to the Qin Mansion, and gradually expand outwards. Daddy, he is auspicious, he has his own appearance, and he will definitely disappear."

squeak~
Before finishing speaking, the wooden door of the brothel was pushed open, and a familiar face appeared from inside, it was the old man!

Qin Jianan looked at his two sons, and even his daughter-in-law, with a wonderful expression for a moment
(End of this chapter)