Yanwutang

Chu Ruobai sat on a wooden chair covered with beast fur and looked intently at the two people who were fighting on the fighting platform.

Zhang Yinyin's swordsmanship is mysterious, every move and style is as traceless as the horns of an antelope, and the slightest slack will shave off the opponent's sleeves and long hair.

And it was Lu Jiuzhen of Luoying Peak who was right with her, originally he thought it would be Chen Yanqing, but he didn't expect that the senior disciple of Elder Gongsun didn't show up at all.

Whether Chen Yanqing is indifferent to fame and fortune or out of cherishing his feathers, the vast majority of people present today are a little disappointed in him.

The battle of the chief of the four peaks is both an honor and a responsibility, and Chen Yanqing's avoidance of the battle will definitely have a much greater negative impact than he imagined.

"Senior brother, in your opinion, who wins, Senior Sister Zhang or Senior Brother Lu?" Tian An leaned into Chu Ruobai's ear and asked.

"Although Senior Sister Zhang is famous, Senior Brother Lu has already practiced a sword flying immortal, and the outcome is unpredictable." Chu Ruobai shook his head, and his judgment of the situation was also a little uncertain.

"A sword flying immortal?"

"Yes, it is the first generation of patriarchs who really passed on the technique of flying immortals with a sword, and the patriarch once used this technique to kill the power of earth immortals with a sword."

"Then senior brother, how can you deal with it?" Tian An asked with some concern.

"Although the technique of flying immortals with one sword is unstoppable, Senior Brother Lu only has this sword, if he wins Senior Sister Zhang, he will not be able to win against me." Chu Ruobai felt a little regretful.

"Then Senior Brother, your only opponent is Senior Brother Wuchen Peak Road."

"Although Senior Brother Wuchen Peak Road is strong, he only has a set of falling flowers and flowing water swordsmanship, I have watched all the peaks swordsmanship, practiced hard for decades, and finally found that the well moon swordsmanship can be broken."

"Doesn't that mean that we have the chance to win this chief battle." Tian An was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Sixty percent sure." Chu Ruobai smiled mysteriously.

"Then I wish my senior brother all his wishes come true, and he will succeed immediately and win the position of leader this time."

Tian An glanced at the two people who were fighting on the stage, and said flattering words in his mouth, but he didn't come to think of the days when he and Fang Cheng walked together at the foot of the mountain last year.

Although Fang Cheng was only cultivating in the mortal realm, he overwhelmed Liu Jingjing and helped them escape from the ghost town, and later he was able to defeat the three-headed ape without being weak.

Now that he has broken through the real person, I am afraid that his combat power is even more terrifying, and this kind of person who is good at fighting can only be compared to that dragon sword Li Junran.

It's a pity that he didn't participate in the chief battle on behalf of Luo Yingfeng this time, otherwise he would definitely shock the whole sect.

"Senior Sister Zhang is going to lose." At this time, Chu Ruobai Huoran got up and said.

Tian An took a closer look and found that Lu Jiuzhen suddenly turned into a white light and disappeared in place, and a thunderclap exploded, deafening.

Then hundreds of purple thunderballs suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yinyin, surrounding her and putting her in a dilemma.

"Senior sister, I agreed."

"I lost." Zhang Yinyin put the long sword in his hand behind him and said loudly.

The purple thunder balls dispersed, and one of them moved out a few zhang, drawing an arc in the air and then expanding instantly, revealing Lu Jiuzhen's tall figure.

"This is a sword flying immortal?" Tian An asked with some incredulity.

"Of course not, this is the Jiuxiao Sword Technique, I can't imagine that Senior Brother Lu has even practiced this Sword Technique." Chu Ruobai's eyebrows furrowed, quite surprised.

Lu Jiuzhen's victory in this battle means that he will face the power of a sword flying immortal in the next game.

……

On the shore of Xijian Lake

Fang Cheng watched Xiyun practice the Tianyin Twelve-Heavy Building Sword Sutra over and over again, pointing out the fallacies from time to time.

Fortunately, Xiyun is also extremely talented, and he has practiced the first triple building in just three hours, which is considered a beginner, and he can continue to improve his roots as long as he perseveres.

"That's all for today." Fang Cheng saw that when she finished practicing the last style, she was panting, her face was red, and her sweat was raining, so he retrieved his long sword from her hand.

"Yes, senior brother" Xiyun bowed and saluted, and then raised his sleeves and gently wiped his sweat.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng frowned and said, "Your cultivation is still shallow, you can only practice once every three days, three hours at a time, remember?" ”

"Remembered." Xiyun nodded immediately.

"Then you can go back."

As soon as Fang Cheng's words fell, he walked in the direction of Luoying Peak without looking back.

"Senior brother!" At this time, Xiyun shouted behind him.

Fang Cheng didn't look back, and heard her say, "Three days later, we will not be separated here. ”

Then Xiyun saw him raise his right arm and wave his hand at her, not knowing whether he agreed or refused.

On Fang Cheng's way back to the place of cultivation, when he turned a mountain pass, a tall figure came into his eyes.

The man was holding a green steel sword in his arms, and a bunch of red tassels hung from the hilt, and it seemed that he had been waiting for him for a long time.

When he walked past the man, Fang Cheng didn't look at him, and directly chose to ignore it.

"It turned out to be a coward." There was a sneer behind him.

Fang Cheng shook his head: "I'm afraid that a sword will slaughter you and make your master lose face." ”

"Don't be ashamed!" The man suddenly drew the sword in his arms and stabbed it towards Fang Cheng's right shoulder.

Fang Cheng's figure flashed, dodging his sword move, and then turned around and kicked him hard, lifting him heavily on the chin, directly kicking the man to the ground.

After stepping on the sharp sword, Fang Cheng glanced down at the man, and found that it was a young man with a beard, and his cultivation was only a newcomer to the real realm, and even the unity of heaven and man was almost hot.

"Dustless Peak?"

The beard looked away with hatred, he obviously didn't expect that he would be so vulnerable.

"Are the people on the road like you, it's just a bunch of waste."

"Shut up! You are not allowed to slander Senior Brother Lu. When the man heard Fang Cheng's insulting words, he roared angrily.

"Then how come your Senior Brother Lu is still just a real person after three hundred years of practice, and he can't become a grandmaster." Fang Cheng sneered.

"Hmph, Senior Brother Lu is just forced to do so, otherwise he will have a seat in the position of elder." The man was indignant.

"You Wuchen Peak has no successor, it's not because Senior Brother Lu is jealous of meritocracy and excludes the junior disciples, otherwise how can there be you people with wine bags and rice bags in Wuchen Peak today."

"You ......" The man couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned black.

Fang Cheng just stepped on his dantian with a kick, hurting his internal organs.

"Go back and tell you Senior Brother Lu, the Dixian Avenue is not something that can be connected by just one kendo system."

After leaving behind these heart-wrenching words, Fang Cheng launched the Dao technique of shrinking the ground into inches, and disappeared at the end of the road in the blink of an eye.

After the beard got up from the ground, he looked at the place where Fang Cheng had disappeared, his expression gloomy.