The crowd was at the back, among the people at the back.

An extremely handsome man in Tsing Yi, in the later stage of the Xuanshi, belongs to the kind where the cultivation is the lowest and there is no choice.

Standing next to him before was an ordinary Xuanwang early stage cultivator, and then the Xuanwang early stage cultivation skyrocketed, and he became the peak of the Xuanwang, especially a sword cultivator who can step on the sword and control the sky, and did not let this handsome Xuanshi cultivator secretly envy the man.

It's just that when it didn't take long for the head that had made him particularly envious to roll down on the side of his own side, the handsome monk Song Qingfeng only felt that his whole body was stunned, as if the sword that cut down the other party was not someone else but himself.

This kind of indignation is not only in the man who is already dead and can no longer die in the peak of the Xuan King, half of the sword cultivator, I think it is what he Song Qingfeng can see, meet, hear, the younger than him, but the cultivation is higher than him, it is counted as one of them.

Not far from Song Qingfeng is a woman who looks extremely upright, and can be called a beautiful embryo praise, the woman's cultivation is still in the past, at least it can be regarded as stepping into the ranks of the Xuan King, distinguishing the Xuan Master, isn't it?

It's just that the breath, as well as the operation of the Xuan power, are still not very stable, and a little slow, I think it has just entered the early stage of the Xuan King, especially in the secular realm under the mountain, it takes a lot of time to far exceed the monk realm on the mountain to adapt to the changes.

The woman is Lin Yan'er, both of whom are the two people that Wu Chen accidentally bumped into on the stern of the intrastate ferry, from the second-rate sect Cold and Summer Palace on the mountain that is ranked well, at least not up or below the middle level.

It's just that Lin Yan'er originally looked at the man beside her, Song Qingfeng's eyes were more light, but now they suddenly fell one by one.

In addition to the woman Lin Yan'er standing not far from him Song Qingfeng, it seemed that she could reach out to reach the place, but in fact, her eyes were staring at the most dazzling and eye-catching people not far in front of her all the time.

There is the little man who obviously seems to be unable to hold the sword but can use a whole sword intent cage to trap them and say that the little man is a little man, and the purple-shirted man who is really worthy of being called a big sword cultivator when he was alive is so high that his cultivation is so high that he can really be called a big sword cultivator, and the woman who is thin and slender but is also not low in holding a heavy sword, no matter how you look at it, she feels weird.

In the end, there was the handsome man who hugged the sword that made him feel uncomfortable, he thought it was just a useless flower, but he didn't expect that it was a male monk from Nanzhou in the early stage of the Xuanhuang Emperor who could break through with a light and fluttering sword.

No matter how you look at it, it won't be low.

So at this time, Song Qingfeng looked at the eyes of such a person, and they were all full of jealousy, as if those very high cultivation that should have been, and the sword that was difficult to refine, should be gathered on him Song Qingfeng himself, and it should be him Song Qingfeng to replace the purple-shirted man with the highest cultivation and the strongest sword intent, so that the purple sword cloud that stepped on the back of the square and asked the little man who was surnamed and who his surname was.

However, with his Song Qingfeng's thoughts, wouldn't sword cultivation be so troublesome? Why should there be so many twists and turns? It was too great to have the slightest sword cultivation style in his Song Qingfeng's mind.

If it was replaced by him Song Qingfeng, he would have seen who was unhappy with the sword handed out, and the sword cultivation of the peak of the Xuan Emperor would not be an invincible posture here.

At this time, Song Qingfeng looked at the woman Lin Yan'er, who was originally listed as a plaything in his palm, leisurely between the palms, why is his cultivation now higher than that of him Song Qingfeng?

Didn't ninety percent of the cultivation resources he originally received every month be given to him Song Qingfeng to use? Could it be that the one that was not given was more generous than the ninety percent, or was this woman in his eyes who he didn't look down on actually had a big heart? So he Song Qingfeng looked at the woman's eyes at this time, and the needles were thorny.

In fact, the changes between the two of them were already a little faint in the last few days on the ferry, and it should be said that after Lin Yan'er's cultivation reached a certain point, this change began slowly and quietly.

After arriving in the secular realm under this mountain, especially after entering this Martial Ancestor Secret Realm, Lin Yan'er's cultivation has been improved by a great realm.

It's like Song Qingfeng at this time is looking at the people around him with resentment, because he has the lowest cultivation here, and he has the least sense of existence, for fear that his voice will be louder, so he will attract a sword cultivator with a high cultivation, just like the purple-shirted man who took the other party's head from the previous sword Qianli, maybe the next person to be taken from the head will be him Song Qingfeng.

But Lin Yan'er was looking at those sword cultivators who had higher cultivation and strong sword intent, and there was no envy or jealousy, and some were just imagining their future future.

Thinking that she will be like this in the future, no matter how much cultivation is in terms of state of mind, Lin Yan'er can definitely be regarded as far surpassing Song Qingfeng, who is getting more and more biased and narrow.

Song Qingfeng endured it and didn't dare to say anything, after all, if he, the lowest cultivation master, suddenly abruptly abrupt in the later stage, it could be said that he was really not far from death.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color, and a touch of purple light rose from the ground, and then condensed under the soles of the feet, and the purple sword under the feet became more and more hideous.

The name of the purple sword is not angry, but for a long time, it was called anger, and it was the name that Xu Wei changed after half of his foot approached the threshold of the upper three realms, and then personally moved it back.

The ordinary half-hung sword cultivator, similar to the previous one who can only be counted as half a sword cultivator and now the headless man is not counted, the real sword cultivator has a sword in his hand, and the name change is like a change from Xuan Xiu to Wu Xiu, a big thing.

For the higher the cultivation, the higher the path of the sword is the more serious the monk, and the original sword intent needs to be suppressed.

After the anger and anger became no longer angry, the original sword that drank blood every day suddenly became extremely suppressed and silent, and the master of the sword, Xu Wei, who was not angry, became even more unremarkable.

Chu Liang, a monk in the early days of the Xuanhuang Emperor in Nanzhou, why did he show his cultivation because of an extremely unreasonable "three or seven points", and did his best, even at the expense of meeting the man who was extremely difficult to mess with.

Because he recognized who the purple-shirted man was.

There is a ranking of young talents in Nanzhou who are jokingly called the list of finding death by those Nanzhou mountain peaks, and Xu Wei is a bloody sword cultivator, ranking second on the list.