Qingzhou.

A mountain peak stands in it, the mountain is not very high but the fog is long, and there are occasional cranes taking off, a group of fairy family weather.

Such a mountain peak is not very rare in Qingzhou, but no one dares to ignore it.

Because the name of this mountain, called, Wudang!

The mountain is not high, there is a fairy name!

Just because this is where the Wudang faction is located, this has become the martial arts holy place of Qingzhou rivers and lakes.

Wu-Tang Clan!

Standing in the rivers and lakes for I don't know how many years, it is a sect that has been handed down since ancient times.

When it comes to a long heritage, even Shenwu is far behind.

In the rivers and lakes, the only thing that can be comparable to Wudang in terms of heritage is the Shaolin Temple, which is also a sect in Zhenzhou.

In the rivers and lakes of Qingzhou, it is also honored to worship Wudang.

Wudang Mountain, on the cliff of enlightenment.

A young man in a purple robe stood there quietly, his eyes were restrained, and his angular face was as resolute as a knife and an axe, motionless like a sculpture.

On the ground, a broad heavy sword was half-sunk into the dirt.

Call!

The breeze floats gently.

When he passed by the young man's side, as if he had touched something, the terrifying sword intent turned into a realm and tore everything he touched into pieces.

Seeing the young man make any moves, the heavy sword inserted in the ground rose from the ground, and the round sword body slashed into the sea of clouds in front of him, instantly dispersing the sea of clouds.

"The heavy sword has no edge, and the great skill is not worked, it seems that you have made achievements in this way!"

A calm voice came from behind him, and a middle-aged Taoist appeared as if out of nowhere.

The young man turned around and looked at him, and immediately saluted and said, "The disciple has seen the master!"

Xuan Yin looked at the person in front of him, and there seemed to be relief and regret in his eyes.

As the head of Wudang, Mo Dumping Chi is his closed disciple, and he is also the most outstanding disciple, and there is no one.

It is precisely because of this that he will overcome the difficulties of the public, establish the ink pouring pool as the Taoist, and be the head of the disciples of Wudang.

In the middle of the sound, Xuan Yin said: "The Zhengtian Sect has established a holy son!"

"Dare to ask Master, who is it?"

Mo Tingchi was stunned for a moment, and then asked.

The Holy Son of the Orthodox Sect!

The last Holy Son of the Zhengtian Sect fell into his hands, and it also fulfilled his name as a Sword Saint.

Since then, the position of the Holy Son of the Zhengtian Sect has been vacant.

But now that the Zhengtian Sect has once again established the Holy Son, what it represents, Mo Dump Chi is naturally clear.

"Fang Xiu!"

"Fang Xiu?"

Hearing this unfamiliar name, Mo Tingchi couldn't help but show doubts in his eyes.

It's a name he'd never heard of.

In terms of the status of the Zhengtian Sect, the Holy Son who has been established will not be an ordinary person.

Xuan Yin said: "Fang Xiu is a genius who has only risen in the past one or two years, and it only took less than two years to go from a third-rate martial artist to the Innate Extreme Realm.

Its cultivation speed is so fast that it can be regarded as shaking the past and the present!"

"Master's words are true!"

Hearing this, Mo Tingchi's pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly.

In two years, from a third-rate martial artist to an innate extreme realm.

Even it took him decades to reach his current state.

Moreover, the speed of cultivation in this way is already ahead of the vast majority of people, and he can claim to be a genius.

But now that Xuan Yin said that there are still people who have completed his decades of achievements in two years, Rao is ink pouring pool has a strong heart, and he can't help but be shocked.

"Not bad!"

Xuan Yin nodded slightly, and said with some emotion: "Fang Xiu, this person's martial arts talent is outstanding, even if it is this seat, it is unheard of!"

"And!"

"He used the cultivation of the Innate Extreme Realm to kill the martial arts master Xi Hua!"

"With one combat power, it has already surpassed the limit!"

Innate Reverse Slash Grandmaster!

Since Shenwu Dingding Kyushu, only Mo Dumping Pond has done it alone.

Now there is one more Fang Xiu.

For Fang Xiu, Xuan Yin did not ignore it.

Although he has reached the realm of peerless powerhouses and is the top powerhouse in Kyushu, Fang Xiu's natural strength indicates that once the other party grows up, it must not be underestimated.

At least in Xuan Yin's opinion, except for Mo Dump Chi, who can suppress the other party, the rest of the disciples are inferior to the other party.

Mo Tingchi suddenly said: "Master is worried that he will break into the Martial Arts Grandmaster one step ahead of me, but not to mention that I have already broken into the Grandmaster Realm with half a foot, even if I don't have it, I don't need to worry."

Martial Arts Grandmaster, it's not like the disciple hasn't been killed!"

As he spoke, Mo Tingchi's back straightened, and the sword intent in his eyes was condensed like substance, as if he could break through his body at any time and slash all obstacles.

Martial Arts Grandmaster, he slashed!

If the other party thinks that he can crush him by entering the Grandmaster one step ahead, then he will let the other party recognize what reality is.

Seeing this, Xuan Yin shook his head and said: "It's just too easy to break, your edge is too great, and you can't understand the truth of my Wudang Yang Pole Yin Sheng, so you won't be able to break into the martial arts grandmaster for a long time."

If you can rein in your edge, you will break through the realm and become a grandmaster!"

"The golden mean is not the way of the disciple, what about the martial arts master, the disciple's martial arts should be broken with a sword, and the threshold of the martial arts master will definitely not stop the disciple's pace!"

Mo Tingchi said firmly.

He has his way.

He understands what Xuan Yin said, but this is not the way he wants to go.

"The master is only here to inform the disciple about this?"

"One more thing!"

Xuan Yin took out a gold-trimmed post from his sleeve and handed it over.

Mo Dump Chi took the post and flipped through it.

A terrifying battle intent rushed into the sky, turning into a long river in an attempt to drown him in it.

Then a terrifying sword intent burst out of Mo Tingchi's eyes, tearing the long river of battle intent to pieces.

"Fight!"

The battle intent suddenly disappeared, and turned into a cold voice that reached Mo Dump Chi's ears.

Immediately afterwards, the post in Mo Dump Chi's hand suddenly turned into powder and scattered.

Xuan Yin said: "On the eighth day of the ninth month, the Holy Fall Peak!"

"Good!"

The contempt in Mo Qianchi's eyes was gone at this time, and he nodded slightly solemnly and said.

Afternoon!

He didn't expect that Fang Xiu would dare to issue a war against him as soon as he became the Holy Son of the Zhengtian Sect.

Judging from the earth-shattering battle intent just now, the opponent's strength was even stronger than he imagined.

That battle intent had already hooked the sword intent in his heart.

And what really made Mo Dump Chi care was that the location of this challenge turned out to be the Holy Fall Peak.

The place where he fought the last Zhengtian Sect Holy Son back then was on the Holy Fall Peak.

It's just that on the Holy Fall Peak, it wasn't him who fell.

The last Holy Son of the Zhengtian Sect spilled the blood of the Holy Meteorite, which established his reputation as a Sword Saint and also established his position as the number one on the innate list.

Mo Dumping Chi suddenly had a hunch that this battle of the Holy Fall Peak might be an opportunity for him to step into the Martial Arts Grandmaster.

The realm of the Grandmaster, who had trapped him for a long time, might have come to really take that step.

Mo Tingchi's eyes were cold, and arrogance appeared on his face.

"On the eighth day of the ninth month, on the Holy Fall Peak!"

"I'll borrow your blood to help me break through the threshold of the grandmaster!"

On the cliff of enlightenment, the sword intent soars to the sky!