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In front of the Hall of Eternal Life.

"Seventy-two sword tricks, every two sword tricks, corresponding to the reference. Spread on top of thirty-six peaks. One more sword is not much, and one less sword is not a lot. ”

"What is rare is that the sword intent of these seventy-two road sword tricks is actually opposite to the thirty-six peaks of our Qingcheng Mountain, which is very compatible. No wonder, Mr. Yang, is willing to leave this sword technique in Qingcheng Mountain. ”

"This sword trick is really a perfect match with our Qingcheng Mountain!"

Many Taoist masters with good vision have seen the deep artistic conception hidden in the seventy-two road sword tricks of this earth.

However, with their strength, they could only understand the connection between the artistic conception of the mountain peak and the sword intent of the earth. No matter how deep the mysteries are, the realm is not enough.

"Mr. Yang, he is worthy of being the friend of life and death of the ancestor. As soon as it was shot, it was extraordinary. This gift, our Qingcheng Mountain is cheeky and accepted it for the patriarch. ”

The head of the Mingkong Dao sighed faintly, came back to his senses, looked at a black-faced Dao chief next to him with blazing eyes, and said: "Senior Brother Mingjing, you order to go down, let the senior brothers in charge of each main peak firmly remember the artistic conception of this sword technique, and figure it out in detail." Comprehend that feeling as much as possible. ”

"In the next few years, let them stop doing anything and try their best to complete these seventy-two sword techniques. Not surprisingly, our Qingcheng Mountain will have one more peerless sword book that can be inherited for thousands of years!"

"Senior brother, don't worry, leave it to me!"

The black-faced Taoist chief was also excited.

In addition to being in charge of the Qingcheng Mountain Inner Gate Discipline Hall, he is also a sword idiot. Since childhood, he has been fond of swords, and he is the first kendo master on Qingcheng Mountain, except for the head of Yunlong Dao. It would be best for him to do this.

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Lao Junguan.

Laojun Temple is located at the top of the first peak of Qingcheng, and has always been the important place behind Qingcheng Mountain.

Except for a part that is open to tourists, most of them belong to forbidden places, which are guarded by inner disciples, and idlers are not allowed to enter.

Over the years, because the Yunlong Dao Leader needed to retreat all year round, the disciples of Lao Junguan guarded more strictly, and hardly allowed outsiders to enter or leave. Even some of the elders in the gate, if they want to enter the Laojun Temple, they must also be approved by the law enforcement elders before they can be released.

"Brush!"

At this moment, a tall Taoist wearing a dazzling black Taoist robe walked out of the main hall.

He stepped out in one step, his figure was like the wind, swept out dozens of meters, came to the main gate of Lao Junguan, stood there quietly with his hands behind his back, and his face was full of joyful smiles.

The breeze blew and blew his robe, so that the golden dragon embroidered with gold thread on the robe moved and swam in the clouds, as if it was about to rush into the sky.

"Ancestor, why did you get out?"

The two inner disciples guarding the gate were startled when they saw this person come out, and then stepped forward with respectful expressions and listened to the instructions.

"It's a pleasure to have friends from afar. ”

Daoist Yunlong looked at the sky, laughed heartily, and then, casually commanded one of the disciples, "Changle, you go and take out some of my treasured best red robes and entertain your guests." ”

"Yes, Patriarch!"

The disciple named Changle touched his head, not knowing where the distinguished guest the patriarch was talking about. However, since the ancestor had ordered, of course he would not say anything, and obediently ran to the inner hall and took out the best red robe that he had hidden very tightly.

He knew that this superb red robe was the treasures of the patriarch, and it was brought by a Taoist master on Jiuhua Mountain many years ago, and it was very valuable, and the patriarch himself was reluctant to drink it. Unexpectedly, it was taken out to entertain guests.

I don't know who this guest is, who deserves such a grand reception from the patriarch?

"Yunlong Daoist, I haven't been for a few months, but I didn't expect that you have already stepped into the realm of Jindan! Congratulations and congratulations......"

Before the figure arrived, the laughter fell leisurely from outside the void.

This laughter is not like the thunder just now, but like the spring breeze, moist and silent, which makes people listen to it very comfortably.

"Yang Xiaoyou, you are the one who surprised Poor Dao! I thought that after stepping into the realm of Jindan, Poor Dao would finally be able to catch up with you. Now, however, Poor Dao found that he was really thinking too much. Your current realm is really incomprehensible to the poor Dao......"

Yun Long Dao looked at the empty sky and said with a smile.

Stepping into the realm of Jindan, Daoist Yunlong was in a very good mood.

However, he knew that this was thanks to some Star Amethyst that Yang Yunfan gave him. If he didn't have Xingyao Amethyst to nourish his divine soul, it would take him at least ten years to step into the Jindan realm.

Just now he heard Yang Yunfan's voice sounding in Qingcheng Mountain, and said that he wanted to leave a sword trick in Qingcheng Mountain, but he didn't care. In the Jindan realm, he no longer looks down on ordinary swordsmanship.

However, Yang Yunfan is his best friend, he has just broken through the Jindan realm, and he is happy in his heart, but no one shares it, so he can only continue to retreat and consolidate his cultivation.

Who knows, Yang Yunfan came to Qingcheng Mountain at this time, as if he came to congratulate him, which made him feel the special taste of the word "friend". That's why I laughed heartily when I went out.

It was only at this time that he heard Yang Yunfan's voice coming from the void in front of him, but he couldn't sense Yang Yunfan's breath. This is enough to show that Yang Yunfan's strength has far surpassed him.

"Alas, what is the use of being strong? It's not that the problem can't be solved. ”

With a faint sigh, Yang Yunfan's figure slowly appeared in front of the head of the Yunlong Daoist.

He smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, I came here today, I wanted to ask you for your help from Daoist Yunlong......"

Yang Yunfan was dressed in white, looking plump and handsome, just like the legendary sword fairy, descending from the sky, chic and extraordinary. However, his tone was quiet, and he began to sigh without saying a few words, obviously encountering some kind of problem.

"Yang Xiaoyou, I haven't seen you for a few months, why are your faces so tired? ”

Daoist Yunlong looked at Yang Yunfan's tired face and melancholy expression, and couldn't help but speak.

On that day, the Demon Devouring Insect Mother Emperor fought, and the Yunlong Daoist did not come forward, but the Qingcheng Mountain also sent many disciples. After those disciples came back, they all admired Yang Yunfan beyond measure.

Yunlong Daoist wanted to invite Yang Yunfan to Qingcheng Mountain as a guest, but who knew that after the First World War in Australia, Yang Yunfan disappeared. Even the Cloud Dragon Dao Leader couldn't find him.

However, Yunlong Dao Chang is a cultivator, free and easy by nature, and knows that fate cannot be forced. He didn't say anything, he went into retreat. After he gets out of the customs, he can also go to Yang Yunfan and talk about his cultivation experience.

"Not to mention one game, in the past 2 months, I have lived more wonderful than my previous 20 years!"

Yang Yunfan shook his head and said with a smile.