The cold wind blew, the frost grass swayed, and Ning Yi, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, stood at the foot of Changling Mountain.

A drizzle bounces on the umbrella.

After falling again, some of the raindrops disperse and converge into fine rain threads, which circulate on the surface of the oil-paper umbrella, and are slowly blown into slender long lines, like bead threads stretched by curtains.

Ning Yi looked at the black-clothed young man with the long sword on his back, and he recognized that this was the "famous" little sword immortal Wang Yi in the eastern Qiang Mountain.

"Wait for someone?"

The fog was shrouded, and Wang Yi couldn't see the blurred face under the umbrella from a short distance, but suddenly heard such a voice.

The eyes of the young man in black were all focused on the oil-paper umbrella, he narrowed his eyes, staring at the oil-paper umbrella with a very extraordinary texture and rank, especially the touch of snow white contained in the umbrella bones, Da Sui has countless sword weapons, and there are already very few that can be called good swords, and there are even fewer famous swords, which can be looked down upon by today's generation of kendo geniuses, and the fine snow in Ning Yi's hand is one.

"You don't know who I'm waiting for?"

Wang Yi stared at Ning Yi, his tone was not good, there was a "Black Lotus Flower" in the east, after the second prince returned from the Red Mountain, he reminded the young people in the "Black Lotus Flower", you must be careful of this "little uncle" from Shu Mountain.

The fog of Changling has dispersed, and all walks of life have been viewing the monument for ten days.

The Imperial City of Tiandu has already been boiling, the great gentlemen of the four academies have entered Changling, and all the visitors from the east, as well as people from all sides, every time they enter and leave the tomb, they will set off a storm.

Wang Yi didn't believe that Ning Yi, who was standing on the cusp of Tiandu City before, would not know about the conflict between himself and Liu Shiyi.

He waited in Changling with his sword in his hand, preparing to wait until Liu Shiyi came out of the mountain, fought with him, and then challenged the great gentleman of the White Deer Cave Academy.

In Wang Yi's heart, the white-clothed madman Liu Shiyi is strong, and he is not strong enough to be Qin Jun, among the four academies, there were originally two characters worthy of his fear, one is Qingjun Lianqing, the signature portal of Ying Tianfu, and the other is the slow voice of the White Deer Cave Academy.

Before he left the mountain, the four academies, all along, should be the top of the Tianfu, Songyang Academy and Yuelu Academy were tepid, followed by the extremely low-key, almost not in front of the world to compete for the creation of the White Deer Cave Academy, the Eastern Sacred Mountain knew in advance that the academy might have a struggle, if the young generation of the White Deer Cave Academy could not stand up in time, then this academy was likely to be overwhelmed by the tide in this era.

Therefore, the slow and low-key voice must be to cover up her true strength, so that it can be revealed at a critical time.

Now the ending of the academy dispute, unexpectedly, the status of Qingjun and Qinjun has been dramatically reversed, and the White Deer Cave Academy began to walk the world, taking back the resources and reputation that should have belonged to him, and Qinjun also stepped into Changling.

......

......

Ning Yi, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, frowned.

Due to the cover of a black umbrella cloth, Wang Yi did not notice Ning Yi's subtle movements.

Ning Yi didn't know what was going on outside?

In fact, Ning Yi really didn't know.

For the past ten days, Ning Yi has been in retreat in the courtyard.

He didn't even ask what was going on in the outside world.

In other words, Ning Yi didn't care about what was going on outside.

The fog in Changling is dissipating, there are many winds and rains, Ning Yi is in a lot of troubles, he is not willing to take the brunt of it, the best choice is to avoid it.

Ning Yi and the girl comprehended the "Sword Collection" together, and Ning Yi's original intention was not to wait so long.

But when he really immersed his mind in Master Pei Min's artistic conception of "Sword Zang" for the first time...... The bottleneck of the sword path is shaken, and it can be broken at almost any time.

So there was the second day, the third day, the fourth day...... Until the tenth day.

Sword Qi Dual Realm!

Ning Yi's breathing carried a relaxed sense of rhythm.

Wang Yi narrowed his eyes, he noticed that on the oil-paper umbrella that Ning Yi opened, the rain that slipped out should not be so rhythmic, but it was strangely like a thin and narrow snake body thrown out one by one, swaying like a dragon's tail, after leaving the umbrella, it still surrounded Ning Yi until it landed.

This is a kind of secret combination of qi and machine, and it is also a kind of use of sword qi realm.

Wang Yi's sleeve robe had sword qi swaying, and he sensed that there was sword qi between Ning Yi's breaths, but he didn't expect that this was just Ning Yi's joy after he had just broken through the realm, and he wanted to play with this "sword hidden" air flow at any time.

If it is put on the body of Master Pei Min, every breath and breath is hidden, there is no need to really move the fingers, just by virtue of an idea, a breath, you can control any thing in the world, as a "flying sword", to penetrate your opponent.

Between the roads, bumps and turns, when stopping, exhaling and inhaling, it is the opportunity to comprehend the sword qi.

The wind at the foot of Changling swept by, paused slightly.

Ning Yi's voice broke the peace between the two people.

"You keep waiting. ”

Ning Yi, holding an oil-paper umbrella, set his eyes on the entire Changling for the first time, the mist shrouded the mountain, the faint rain silk was like a chain, and the fine vertical and horizontal swept down, locking the entire Changling, revealing a majestic and ancient atmosphere here, the fog naturally formed a barrier, isolating outsiders, only a door burning with sparks, standing in the mist.

Where is the only entrance?

Ning Yi retracted his gaze, this time landing on the black-clothed young man who was holding his sword and facing him in front of the spark-burning portal.

"Let's go. ”

Wang Yi, who heard this, looked a little strange, and his expression looked like he was laughing and like.

Jeer.

Ning Yi sighed in his heart.

"I heard that you offended the Second Highness in the Red Mountain. Wang Yi said indifferently: "In the eastern Lianhuali, your reputation is not very good, and everyone will be punished." ”

Ning Yi was slightly silent, and then said seriously: "The people who want to kill me can line up from the palace to the outside of Tiandu City." ”

"So what?" Wang Yi raised an eyebrow, one of his hands already on top of the sword.

"So...... How many are you?" Ning Yi rubbed his eyebrows, he saw this Qiangshan Little Sword Immortal, compared to his previous attitude, he was quite polite, and he could even be regarded as "polite", it seems that the other party did not take his politeness as a thing, he was not afraid of Wang Yi, but he didn't want to have extra branches in his eyes today.

"Click".

The oil-paper umbrella was folded, and the tip of the fine snow umbrella was pressed against the ground by Ning Yi, and on his shoulder, the rain splashed delicate water, and began to move slightly with the rhythm between breaths.

"I'm very interested in this sword in your hand, why don't we take a gamble. ”

Wang Yi looked at Ning Yi with a smile and said: "I heard that you have obtained a transformation in the White Deer Cave Academy, then we can follow the sword weapon of two thousand years ago and have a sword gamble. ”

Ning Yimu said: "There is no interest." ”

"Afraid of death?" Wang Yi sneered, "The sword behind me is called 'Changqi', you should have heard of its name. ”

Ning Yi has really heard of the name of this long sword, Qiang Mountain was actually a very low-key holy mountain before the birth of the immortal Luo Changsheng, Qiang Mountain had not specially opened up a small hill called "Immortal Residence" at that time, what amazed the world was the four long swords left by the ancestor of Qiang Mountain, hanging on the four mountains of Qiang Mountain, which had always been picked up by the realm of Xingjun.

Behind the black-robed young man, the pitch-black long sword with a narrow scabbard and almost the height of Wang Yi was "Changqi".

A trace of curiosity flashed in Ning Yi's eyes, that long sword sword qi did not leak out, it did not leak at all, it was indeed a peerless good sword, it lived up to its reputation, Qiang Shan was really willing to give up his blood, let Wang Yi travel with a long qi, I am afraid it would cause a lot of red eyes, it seems that he is quite relieved of this rather young disciple.

But also, Qiangshan has Luo Changsheng, the well-deserved first person of the younger generation, a rising star, as long as he does not violate the regulations, who dares to strangle the edge?

In the previous generation, because of the existence of demigods, Luojia Mountain has become a veritable first holy mountain in the Great Sui.

And because of Luo Changsheng, there are many big people who think-

Qiang Mountain in the east will become the second Luojia Mountain, and even with the growth of Luo Changsheng's cultivation realm, some people think that the talent of this immortal is above the three Shinto swords of the year, and Qiang Mountain will be above the head of all the holy mountains of the Great Sui in less than a hundred years.

Just wait for Luo Changsheng to become the first person in the Eastern Sacred Mountain, or even the first person in the Great Sui Holy Mountain.

Wang Yi wants to use "long qi" to bet on his "fine snow"?

Ning Yi's face was unfazed, and he looked unmoved.

There was not the slightest movement in his body, but there was a thought in his heart.

If it was placed at the right time, maybe he would really make a bet with this little sword immortal, he had a hunch that the sword qi dual realm he had felt from Master Pei Min was very powerful, and if he could find a suitable opponent, then it would be beneficial and harmless.

It's just that, at this time, here, no.

Ning Yi raised his head, he looked at the majestic Changling in the mist, and what arose in his heart was not the emotion of a mortal mountain, but suddenly felt a little strange.

There's only one door here?

Ning Yi noticed that inside the door, there seemed to be a white-clothed young man sitting cross-legged with his back to him.

He sighed softly, opened the oil-paper umbrella again, and bypassed Wang Yi directly.

Little Sword Immortal's face suddenly became very ugly.

Wang Yi turned around, stared at the oil-paper umbrella, his face was hideous, and he said word by word.

"Ning Yi, you don't dare to fight me?"

The voice landed.

Ning Yi's body suddenly stopped.

(Resume update today~)