Lingyu stabbed out the Kanli sword again and again.

She has always had a ruthless spirit, ruthless to others, and ruthless to herself, she has spent three years practicing martial arts and forging her body, not only practicing a good physique, but also practicing an extraordinary swordsmanship. This set of swordsmanship is displayed like a flowing cloud, and it is extremely smooth.

But that's not enough. Liu Weiyi said that such a sword is just a mortal sword.

After practicing a set of swordsmanship, Lingyu stopped and was ready to go. Suddenly, there was a "choking" sound, a stream of true yuan poured into the sword body, Kan Li sword screamed sharply, the sword technique was used again, the momentum suddenly changed, and an invisible sword qi brought up the water vapor, sweeping away the surroundings.

After a moment, Lingyu stopped retracting her sword. After a while, he raised his sword again, and a warm burning intent leaked out from the sword body, arousing a fierce sword qi, and it was burned.

The spirit jade was practiced over and over again, sometimes it was water vapor, sometimes it was flame, sometimes the two were mixed, sometimes it devoured each other......

It's not right, it's just not right. Lingyu knew that the real Kanli Sword Qi should not be like this, it should be like the Kanli Sword, it should be a whole, fused with each other, and never exclude the whole.

She carefully controlled the true element in her body, testing again and again how to maintain balance and integrate it together.

…………

Xuanyuan Temple, the main hall, Lingjing Palace, was full on this day.

Sitting at the top was a middle-aged Taoist with long eyebrows and slender eyes, who looked very kind and kind, and was closing his eyes to recuperate. On the side seats on both sides, there are old Taoist priests who look more than 60 years old. Then there are three columns of mages, men and women, old and young.

"In the blink of an eye, it's time for the fairyland to open again." I don't know how long it took, the middle-aged Taoist slowly opened his eyes, and his tone was emotional.

On the deputy seat, the chubby old Taoist priest smiled and said: "Fifty years, it's fleeting!" ”

Another old Taoist priest had a stern face, half-closed eyes, and a cold tone: "Don't talk about it, the old man has to go back to cultivate!" ”

The chubby old Taoist priest sneered when he heard this: "Old ghost Nan, you have been cultivating for more than a hundred years, and you have been cultivating for more than a hundred years, and you have soared in half a day this day?" In front of the younger generation, it is not too hypocritical. ”

The old Taoist priest, known as the old ghost of Nan, raised his eyebrows and stood up: "Old man cultivates, do you want to do a lot of things?" In the end, if you don't talk about things, if you don't talk about things, I'll go back! ”

"Nanshi Bo is not in a hurry," the middle-aged Taoist at the top, that is, the master of Xuanyuan Temple, still said unhurriedly, "In fifty years, the disciples in the Guanzhong have changed, and I have to make it clear to them, right?" ”

Nan surnamed Lao Dao snorted coldly, but still sat down.

The viewer smiled slightly and looked at the mage: "Funing." ”

Han Funing walked out smoothly: "The disciple is here." ”

"You sue them, what the hell is going on?"

"Yes." Han Funing raised his hand and turned to face the mages.

Seeing this scene, Tan Tongzhen pursed his lips disdainfully. I really don't know what kind of medicine the surname Han gave to the master, the two prisons and the three heads were beside him, and he actually asked a mage to preside, and what was even more inexplicable was that the prisons and the first seat were not angry. Could it be that the rumors are true, Han Funing is the illegitimate son of the Lord at all?

"Everyone, the saying of fairyland, you must have heard of it more or less, but you don't know much. In fact, this so-called fairyland is not an imaginary place, but a place where it actually exists. Han Funing took out a piece of silk silk from his sleeve, untied the tie, and the silk silk was unfolded, revealing a painting.

Seeing this painting, the originally quiet Lingjing Palace suddenly boiled.

"Zizhi, the thousand-year-old Zizhi that has grown!"

"Drunken orchid, that's a ripe drunken orchid!"

"There is also the Eight Immortal Tree, how many Eight Immortal Fruits can be produced by such a big Eight Immortal Tree?"

Han Funing held the painting, and after displaying it, he rolled it up again.

"What you just saw is where the fairyland is." Put away the picture scroll, Han Funing said.

"Senior Brother Han, where did this fairyland come from, there are so many rare treasures?" Someone couldn't wait to ask.

Han Funing smiled slightly: "Where the fairyland came from, no one knows. I Xuanyuanguan ancestors recorded that about a thousand years ago, the fairyland suddenly appeared, and the Three Great Dao Temples at that time concealed this matter and divided the treasures. Later, the dynasty was changed, and the Three Great Dao Temple was transposed, but the fairyland was still divided according to the old rules. ”

"Rules, what are the rules?"

Han Funing didn't answer immediately, but said something else: "Do you remember the battle between the national teachers in the fifty-year period? ”

Everyone nodded, and Hua Tongxu said: "Senior Brother Han, three years later, it is the year of the national teacher's transposition, could it be that this matter is related to the fairyland?" ”

Han Funing nodded lightly: "What Senior Brother Hua said is good. As we all know, the position of the national teacher is contested every 50 years, and the mages who enter the Tao within 50 years of the Three Great Dao Views are eligible to participate. In fact, the battle of the national teacher was held in the fairyland. ”

"That's what happened!" Lingjing Palace was boiling again, and only some obviously older mages watched this scene calmly.

"Everyone!" Han Funing raised his hand and pressed it gently, suppressing the boiling momentum, "Don't worry, the battle of the national teacher will be held in three years, and if you want to enter the fairyland, you have to wait for three years." ”

In the Lingjing Palace, the voice slowly calmed down, and Han Funing continued: "Three years is not a short time, but it is not a long time, the dispute between the national teachers is not only related to the dispute of the first Taoist view, but also related to the division of fairyland treasures, so today, the master of the temple called everyone to come and explain this matter, hoping that everyone will prepare to prepare, not only to fight for the interests of the master, but also to win a chance for themselves." ”

Speaking of this, Han Funing turned around, waved to the viewer, and retreated to his position.

"Ahem!" The viewer coughed and took over the host, "The origin of the fairyland, you don't have to investigate, you just need to know that after three years, there is a tough battle waiting for you, if the opportunity is enough, you can soar into the sky, and if the opportunity is not enough, you may have to die in it." ”

The chubby one in the two prisons snorted: "You little guys, don't be too happy, there are many opportunities and crises in the fairyland, otherwise, why sue you three years early?" This is for you to retreat quickly, and for those who explain the future, don't come to the end, and don't look away! ”

This was said in an extremely ugly manner, not at all like the words of an elder, but another prison member who was obviously at odds with him did not say a word of sarcasm, still with his eyes half-closed, as if he was too vain.

"Uncle Cui, is it really so dangerous?" Among the mages, a young man asked timidly.

Cui Jian Yuan said: "Haven't you noticed that every time there is a national teacher dispute, many of your classmates will fall?" ”

Everyone below was stunned, and then showed a frightened expression. That's right, every time there is a battle between national teachers, half of the mages will fall, but they all think that they are killed in the ring, and they think that if they don't go to the ring, it has nothing to do with them.

"Lord, what is the danger in the fairyland?" Liu Weiyi asked.

The viewer smiled and nodded appreciatively at her, "Do you know why there are so many treasures in the fairyland?" After a pause, the viewer himself replied, "Because, the fairyland is a spiritual land. ”

"Spiritual land?"

Guan Zhu nodded lightly: "We and other cultivators know that the process of cultivation is actually the process of absorbing aura, but the aura cannot be seen or touched, and can only be felt by one's own faint feeling. In fact, the aura is so rich that it is almost visible to the naked eye, and the rare treasures are cultivated by the aura. ”

Among the mages, there were a few who specialized in the art of spiritual plantation and nodded yes.

"Spiritual energy can give birth to spiritual things, and naturally it can also give birth to spiritual beasts - don't think that the spirit beasts in the fairy realm are those spirit beasts that we usually encounter that can only use simple spells, and the strongest of them are stronger than the strongest monks!"

In the astonished eyes of the crowd, the viewer admonished: "Therefore, this is a struggle of life and death, you must remember it!" ”()

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