On the second day, at the time of Chen, Ziqin Fang swept the front yard, and took this opportunity to prepare Dugu Jiujian and Ling Bo to leave again.

Suddenly, a voice called out to Ziqin.

When this voice appeared, the junior disciples who were about to leave in the front yard were stunned together with those who had entered the room early, and the owner of this voice was actually Ban Shuxian.

In fact, most of the disciples of the Kunlun sect today are the second generation and the third generation of disciples, such as Xihuazi is the second generation of disciples, and Ban Shuxian and He Taichong have long ceased to personally teach the Kunlun disciples below.

The martial arts training ground in the front yard has been in the future for a long time.

Therefore, I would be surprised to see Ban Shuxian come to many disciples at this time.

After being slightly surprised, the disciples who were still staying in the front yard suddenly became excited, and the disciples who entered the room began to practice martial arts desperately one by one, hoping to be able to be looked at by Ban Shuxian and get Ban Shuxian's personal guidance.

And those beginner disciples began to work harder to clean up the places they had cleaned again, but they hoped to be slightly promoted by Ban Shuxian and become inlet disciples.

It's just that from beginning to end, Ban Shuxian's gaze only stayed on Ziqin's body.

"I heard that you have won another defeat against five beginner disciples like you, my vision is really right, your talent is really far superior to those beginner disciples who are with you, but you are too stubborn, I hope that some of those beginner disciples can beat you."

Ban Shuxian looked at Ziqin lightly, and suddenly said with a smile.

There was neither criticism nor accusation in her words, and even praise was carried out, but Ziqin's face was suddenly ugly.

This woman really doesn't give up if she doesn't play with Ziqin, and after she says this, I'm afraid that all the beginner disciples will regard Ziqin as an enemy.

Just kidding, Ban Shuxian made it clear that she values Ziqin because he can fight, and she hopes that someone can defeat Ziqin, because Ziqin is unwilling to apprentice.

In this way, doesn't it mean that if someone can defeat Ziqin, then they can also get Ban Shuxian's high eyes.

Ziqin could feel that the eyes of the beginner disciples who were still here in the front yard had burned when they looked at him, and some disciples didn't even hide the battle intent in their eyes.

If it weren't for Ban Shuxian still standing here, I'm afraid that there would already be a beginner disciple rushing up to fight Ziqin at this time.

With a helpless sigh, Ziqin suddenly puffed up his chest.

Whether it was his own surname or the tasks given by the system, Ziqin would not be weak at this time, and there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

"You're wrong."

Ziqin opened his mouth indifferently, but this opening was extremely shocking, and Ban Shuxian was also stunned, but then heard Ziqin continue very arrogantly.

"It's not just that the talent of these beginner disciples is not as good as mine, but there are not many people in the world who can have such talent as me, if I learn martial arts, I naturally have to pursue the number one position in the world, otherwise it will be in vain to be a man."

It's very arrogant, originally, it should be very offensive to say this as Ziqin and his martial arts at this time.

However, when Ziqin stood in the middle of the front yard of the Kunlun Sect and said these words slowly, whether it was those introductory disciples who wanted to defeat Ziqin, or those disciples who entered the room, even Ban Shuxian had a feeling that Ziqin should have said this, but he could only say this.

This felt very strange, Ban Shuxian's eyes flashed a trace of astonishment, and then she sneered twice and turned away.

In the front yard, all the disciples came back to their senses, and everyone looked at Ziqin with a trace of disdain in their eyes, especially those beginner disciples who even snorted coldly.

They didn't understand why they had such a strange feeling before, but at this moment, all the beginner disciples had only one thought, and that was to defeat Ziqin.

Some beginner disciples with the surname Anxious came towards Ziqin.

"This is not a place for you to fight, you have to fight to the back mountain."

The introductory disciples scolded, they knew that no matter what Ziqin and those introductory disciples were like, it had nothing to do with them, they were originally bystanders in this dispute between Ban Shuxian's apprentices, no matter what, they couldn't take advantage of this to become Ban Shuxian's apprentices, so they didn't want to see these introductory disciples fighting here with their fists, feet and bodies.

"Boy, do you dare to go to the back mountain to compete, compete."

Most of these beginner disciples are between thirteen and fifteen or sixteen years old, and although they have not yet become martial arts people, they have been in Kunlun for several years, and they have also practiced a few basic introductory swordsmanship starting styles.

At this age, this level is the most yearning for martial arts, and it is also the time when you yearn for the so-called Vietnam War in the rivers and lakes.

At this time, the young people did not know that the rivers and lakes were sinister, and they did not know that drawing a sword represented life and death, so they were more belligerent than any person in the martial arts.

After those disciples who entered the room reprimanded, these beginner disciples had already gathered around Ziqin, and they all looked at Ziqin with unkind faces.

"I'm not that bored."

Zi Qin smiled coldly, these teenagers really couldn't arouse Zi Qin's fighting spirit, his body shook slightly, but it was easily squeezed out of the gaps in these teenagers' bodies.

There were not many introductory disciples in this front yard, only more than ten, but Ziqin's squeeze out was extremely smooth.

However, the speed and strength of this dodge still made those disciples in the front yard slightly stunned.

They have also practiced martial arts for many years, but they can see how superb the skill between this squeeze is, they may have been a little unconvinced by Ban Shuxian's Ziqin's talent before, but at this time, they only felt that this junior brother was really amazing.

It's a pity that Ziqin is unwilling to apprentice to Ban Shuxian.

Outside the front yard, on a certain building, Ban Shuxian was quietly looking at Ziqin, and couldn't help frowning slightly when she saw Ziqin squeezing out of the group of teenagers.

"It is impossible for him to change his surname, if the people of Patriarch He's lineage can change his surname so easily, then Patriarch He will not have been miserable in Kunlun for decades."

He Taichong's voice sounded behind Ban Shuxian.

This man is only in his forties at this time, but he looks like a middle-aged scholar, although he walked upstairs, he is subconsciously half a body behind Ban Shuxian, it seems that Ban Shuxian is the head of this Kunlun, and he He Taichong is just an elder or disciple.

"He must change, otherwise who do you think among the next generation of disciples will be able to take charge of Kunlun."

Ban Shuxian said fiercely.

When He Taichong said this, he frowned slightly, and then sighed helplessly, but he was also clear about Kunlun's current situation.

Although he looks like he is in his forties, he is already in his fifties, and Ban Shuxian is in his sixties, and the highest martial arts among the second-generation disciples is Xihuazi, but Xihuazi is not to mention that his surname is irritable and irritable, even his martial arts are less than half of him and Ban Shuxian.

Although He Taichong intended to have a son by himself, he spent more than 20 years teaching and then passed on the position of the head of Kunlun.

But he had the time, he had the faith, but he didn't have the guts.

"I want to mobilize my disciples to do something recently."

After a long time, He Taichong spoke depressedly again, and when he said this, He Taichong didn't see the disdainful sneer that flashed on the corner of the latter's mouth because he was standing behind Ban Shuxian.

"You are the head of Kunlun, you don't need to ask my opinion on this kind of thing to mobilize disciples, can I still stop you from mobilizing disciples of the Kunlun faction."

Ban Shuxian opened her mouth unhappily, and after saying this, she was too lazy to look at the scene in the front yard, turned around and strode downstairs.

A trace of bitterness flashed across He Taichong's face.

Speaking of which, although Ban Shuxian is He Taichong's senior sister, He Taichong's martial arts are not under Ban Shuxian, and he has no feelings for Ban Shuxian.

However, in the early years, He Taichong was used to being afraid of Ban Shuxian and obeying his words, and this habit has been cultivated, even if He Taichong has been in charge for decades, he can't change it.

In the room where the Chase Shop was located, a group of beginner disciples gathered there.

"That damn guy didn't accept our challenge, and we completely lost the chance to defeat him in front of Uncle Taishi, it's really damned."

A disciple clenched his fists and spoke fiercely.

Before, although Ban Shuxian was gone when she was in the front yard, in the hearts of these disciples, if she fought Ziqin and won at that time, it was no different from defeating Ziqin in front of Ban Shuxian.

It's a pity that Ziqin didn't accept their challenge.

And those senior brothers in the front yard didn't want them to mess around in the front yard, so they had no choice but to let Ziqin leave.

However, things in this world are often like this, and the more you want to do it but can't do it, the more attractive it is, especially after this thing is done, there is a great reward.

These young men were very energetic about Ziqin in the Vietnam War, so although these disciples could not keep up after Ziqin left, they gathered here to discuss how to defeat Ziqin.

"Don't forget, we have all learned swords, and we are certainly not the opponents of that guy one by one, but we can go up one by one, and I don't believe that guy can defeat us all in one go."

Another disciple spoke, this is also a young man, but there is a smart light in his eyes.

Of course, this young man's opinion cannot guarantee that he will defeat Ziqin, but if Ziqin is not Ziqin, but the guy who was not played by Ziqin before, I am afraid that this young man's idea can really defeat the guy played by Ziqin.

There are dozens of people in this Chase shop, and there are nearly 30 people gathered here, and these people are on the top one by one, no matter which one of them has never practiced internal strength, they will definitely suffer a beating.

At this time, Ziqin was wandering in the Kunlun Mountains, which was originally a mountain range, huge and incomparable, and the Kunlun Sect was located in this mountain and was also an inconspicuous small point.

Ziqin knew that there were still ruthless people like Yang Xiao staying in Zaobing Peak in this mountain, and there were also descendants of martial brothers, Zhu Ziliu's descendants living in seclusion here.

And there must be some other strange hermits in the more secret places, but the place where that kind of person lives must be a place where people are extremely rare, but it is not something that Ziqin can reach now.

Ziqin was standing on the edge of a cliff at the moment, he looked at the cloudy scenery in front of him that seemed to be above the sky, and then looked at the mountain peaks and dense forests below that seemed to hide countless immortal realms, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Huashan is also a danger in the world, but when he was arrogant, Ziqin only knew how to practice swords according to the guidance of the system, but in this world, Ziqin has learned to perceive, comprehend the nature of this world, and comprehend all living beings.

The world of the third young master is by no means in vain, what Xie Xiaofeng and Xie Wangsun pursue is life, but what Yan Shisan finally gets is death, Ziqin's path is different from theirs, but it is enough to have an understanding of everything in this world.

And every insight is enough to push Ziqin's swordsmanship to another realm.

This is a spiritual thing, originally Ziqin should have been to Huang Daxia's world to have this kind of perceptual ability to improve martial arts, but the world of the third young master gave Ziqin this kind of ability in advance.

On the edge of the cliff, Ziqin slowly stabbed out a sword.

This sword seemed to be connected with the clouds and mist beyond the cliff in a trance, but when it looked at it again, it seemed to turn into a bottomless cliff under Ziqin's feet, however, suddenly, that sword was just a branch.

Taking a slight breath, Ziqin couldn't help but cover his chest.

Although his internal injuries seem to be healed, even Ban Shuxian doesn't know about it, in fact, Ziqin's internal injuries are still extremely serious, but the special system of the Northern Spiritual Skill is a deep empty word.

Ziqin himself has the majestic true qi of Beiming, even if Beiming has any special surnames, he can't escape the eyes of Ban Shuxian and He Taichong, but Ziqin is ruthless and scatters all his internal strength, making himself half dead.

When the body was empty, the different side of Beiming from any internal strength in the world was suddenly revealed, no matter He Taichong or Ban Shuxian checked the Ziqin meridians, they could only notice that the Ziqin meridians were empty, but they were an ordinary person who had not cultivated any internal strength.

Of course, even with Ban Shuxian and He Taichong, they couldn't detect Ziqin's extremely serious internal injuries.

After a while, Ziqin suddenly got up, and the branch in his hand stabbed out again, but this thorn suddenly became cloudy, and the sword seemed to have turned into clouds and mist, which was obviously just a simple stab, but it seemed to have pierced out the clouds and mist in the sky.

If this sword is Mo Da or Liu Zhengfeng is here, I am afraid that he will be stunned immediately, Ziqin's sword has already brought Hengshan's cloud and mist sword technique to the extreme.

Originally, this cloud and mist sword technique was not a superb sword technique, even if it was a sword in his hand, it could be used to this realm, but you must know that at this moment, Zi Qin has no internal strength.

A person without the slightest internal strength can cast a sword to the point where it feels like a cloud, but what a powerful sword move.

Ziqin's sword is only afraid that it has surpassed the people who can perform this sword technique in Hengshan in the past dynasties, but after only one sword, the clouds and fog dissipated, and the sword momentum in Ziqin's hand has changed.

The branch suddenly waved again, but it suddenly stabbed three times in the air.

Only three times, which was extremely normal, however, there seemed to be three more peaks in mid-air, and then, the whistling stabbing sound sounded.

These three strokes are the Taiyue Sanqing Peak of the Huashan faction, of course, now this move is still called Taiyue Sanshen Peak in Huashan, and it is not a swordsmanship, but just a skill, which can be performed with a knife, or with fists and feet.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Ziqin slowly applied the swordsmanship that Ziqin had learned, regardless of the order or connection, just to perform whichever move he thought of.

Some of these swordsmanship moves belong to the world of Jin Daxia, and some do not belong to the world of Jin Daxia, but Ziqin performed them at this time, but they seem to be extremely smooth.

I don't know how long it has been, but the sword momentum in Ziqin's hand suddenly changed.

Suddenly, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were low, the mountains collapsed, and Ziqin no longer seemed to be a sword in his hand, but a poisonous dragon, but the purest darkness.

Outside the cliff, the clouds and mist dissipated and no longer flowed, and on the cliff, the wind no longer blows, but the sound of the waves in the distance, the cries of wild beasts seemed to fall silent all at once, and the whole world seemed to disappear at once.

In heaven and earth, only Ziqin still has the only activity in his hands.

Ziqin's face was blank, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, but he seemed to have entered some kind of indescribable realm.

But suddenly, Ziqin's face showed a painful look, his face distorted, and the branches in his hands suddenly disappeared like phantoms.

The wind rises, the clouds move, the smoke fills the air, the waves roar, the roar of wild beasts and the chirping of insects.

Ziqin fell to his knees all of a sudden, and his whole body softened as if he was paralyzed.

There was a terrified look in his eyes.

Just now, he seemed to have vaguely entered the realm of Yan Thirteen's last moments, which was definitely not the realm that human beings should enter.

Ziqin still remembered that he was just feeling, feeling the nature of the world, but he never thought about practicing swords, but there was a strange extra branch in his hand, and he began to practice swords even more strangely.

Ziqin still remembers that he practiced all the swordsmanship he had learned.

These memories are extremely clear, Ziqin even remembers all the moves he practiced, but Ziqin doesn't remember how he started practicing swords, and how he thought of practicing swords.

Ziqin was sure that it was impossible for him to use those swordsmanship as perfectly as he did now.

As long as you can still practice the sword, as long as you don't die, this sword will always follow you.

Ziqin's eyes widened, and terrible thoughts popped up in his mind.

It's just that no one can answer him to this question, Yan Shisan is dead, but Xie Sanshao has never broken this realm in his old age.

Ziqin clenched his fists, he was not willing to be controlled by a single sword move.

This was a very strong swordsmanship, and he needed it very much, he originally wanted to master this swordsmanship, but now, he wanted to master it even more, because this was already a battle between him and this swordsmanship.

The winner has everything, and the loser loses everything.

Ziqin got up, patted the dust on his body, and then walked down the mountain, his unprecedented fighting spirit burning in Ziqin's heart.

Unlike the Overworld, here, Ziqin only feels extremely excited every time he fights, and he likes such battles.

Kunlun faction, at the gate, Ziqin suddenly saw an extremely familiar face.

Zhan Chun.

The woman, who had been missing for a while, was now getting off the horse, and on a horse next to her sat a man, who seemed to be the man who had knocked Ziqin unconscious before.

And behind them was a carriage.