That's it.

Until the bright moon hangs high, the stars are shining, and the night is as cool as water, the whole Xiaochi town is quiet, only the intermittent sound of autumn insects remains.

Ye Changqing's mood gradually calmed down.

When he first came to this world of cultivating immortals, when he participated in the spiritual root test.

The disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land had said that the spiritual root was the foundation of a cultivator, and the quality of the spiritual root determined the height of future attainment and the speed of cultivation.

And for a person like him who has no spiritual roots, this is the first time I've seen it.

Although I don't know that such a thing is unheard of, it is certain that without the premise of a spiritual root, it is impossible to cultivate at all.

In this way, he is destined to be a mediocre mortal.

But as a traverser, in the past five years, in the eyes of outsiders, Ye Changqing is an elegant and easy-going young man, who seems to have no quarrel with the world.

But how could he be willing?

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing for those seniors who traveled through it.

Although Ye Changqing has not made any progress in cultivation in the past five years, his attainments in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting have improved by leaps and bounds.

If he returns to that world now, he thinks that he is definitely an all-round master of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Especially not long ago, he unexpectedly awakened a vision in his writing and painting.

Although these visions are a bit frustrating, they are definitely a good weapon for bluffing.

Is this implying something?

Thinking of this, a ray of essence flashed in Ye Changqing's eyes, and he said thoughtfully: "Is all this a sign that I shouldn't take the path of cultivation?"

"In the future, those who saw Xianxia novels and fantasy novels, some people read books and became book saints, and some preached the Dharma, so that the heavens descended immeasurable merits, so the sun soared, in short, every road is a path of cultivation......"

Ye Changqing's eyes flowed, and he couldn't stop talking to himself.

In this way, after the time of the small half pillar of incense, Ye Changqing sat up suddenly.

"In the past five years, I have written countless books, painted countless paintings, and now I have awakened visions, is this the path I want to take?"

Speaking of this, Ye Changqing's whole person was refreshed.

"Although I have awakened the vision of chicken ribs now, that is to say, I have been recognized by the so-called Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, but at the same time, it also shows that my attainments in this area are not enough, and I need to be further improved?"

"It could be like this!"

"No, it must be like this!"

Ye Changqing's face was full of determination.

He decided.

From now on, it was this special path of ascension that he was going to take.

Although this road is not as satisfactory as expected, it is better to have a road to go than no road to take.

Thinking of this, Ye Changqing inadvertently caught a glimpse of the stack of invincible magic skills placed on several cases.

"From now on, I will take the path of my own cultivation, and you will be invincible in any practice of this sect, this path is not my dish. ”

That's it.

Ye Changqing picked up all the exercises without hesitation, got up and walked towards the kitchen.

It wasn't long before curling smoke rose from the chimney.

Obviously, Ye Changqing had already burned this exercise that had caused a sensation in the entire cultivation world.

It's just that Ye Changqing doesn't know something.

Until now, this so-called magic skill that can be invincible after cultivation, and he is the only one who has cracked the mystery of the content and successfully deciphered it.

Nearly half an hour later, Ye Changqing walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles.

Unawares.

Ye Changqing glanced at a few deciphered invincible divine exercises scattered on the ground.

Merely.

Now he was a little hungry and flustered, and he was drowsy, and he was in no mood to pay attention to anything else.

Again.

Now he still doesn't take this so-called invincible magic skill in his eyes at all, otherwise most of them would not have burned the fire without hesitation.

......

On Taixuan Mountain.

When the high-level leaders of the two holy lands returned again, they learned that Yin Changfeng, the holy son of the Ziqing Holy Land, had an upset and lost to a true disciple of the Spirit Sword Peak of the Taixuan Holy Land.

Not bad!

This true disciple is none other than Lu Wushuang, who just came out today!

Now, Lu Wushuang's current attainments in the way of the sword can be called terrifying.

In particular, the sword intent that has only recently been comprehended is soft and rigid, and the combination of yin and yang, and many kendo leaders in the Ziqing Holy Land have rushed to the unbelievable.

Of course, part of the reason was that Yin Changfeng, the Holy Son of the Purple Blue Holy Land, was too light on the enemy.

After all, Lu Wushuang was just a true disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land, and he also had a superb spiritual root.

Moreover, the Ziqing Holy Land dates back tens of thousands of years, and it can be passed down from generation to generation in the way of the sword.

Therefore, Yin Changfeng's contempt is naturally inevitable.

However, what he never expected was this.

The sword intent that Lu Wushuang used was not the Jin Yuan sword intent that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Taixuan Holy Land, but a brand new and unpredictable yin and yang sword intent.

In just a few rounds, Lu Wushuang first held back and showed weakness to the enemy, and at the moment when Yin Changfeng revealed his flaws, he suddenly attacked.

The situation was critical.

If it weren't for Li Changming's sudden attack at a critical moment, I'm afraid that one of Yin Changfeng's arms would be scrapped by a fierce sword qi.

Suddenly, as Yin Changfeng, the Holy Son of the Purple Green Holy Land, lost this martial arts meeting, there was an instant uproar in such a vast square.

In particular, the core disciples from the Purple Green Holy Land all turned pale, and their expressions were full of incomparably shocking colors.

Yin Changfeng is the holy son of their Purple Green Holy Land, and he is also flaunting, and it is the goal they pursue all their lives.

But now that they have lost to a true disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land, how can they accept this fact?

And the other side.

Many core disciples of the Taixuan Holy Land, after seeing Yin Changfeng defeated on the Huiwu platform, they were stunned at first, and then their faces were filled with happy smiles.

After all, the Taixuan Holy Land is not inherited by the way of the sword, and now Lu Wushuang of the Spirit Sword Peak has defeated the holy son of the Ziqing Holy Land with the way of the sword.

What does this mean?

This means that the spiritual sword peak branch of the Taixuan Holy Land has surpassed the entire Ziqing Holy Land in terms of sword path.

Although there were some luck elements in it, now Lu Wushuang has won, and the Holy Son of the Purple Green Holy Land has lost.

In this way, the significance of this meeting is very significant.

When Xu Zhitian returned with a group of elders from the Purple Green Holy Land, after learning that Yin Changfeng had lost to Lu Wushuang, their faces were instantly extremely pale.

Especially the Purple Green Holy Lord, who was not very good-tempered, couldn't wait to step forward and abolish Yin Changfeng directly.

It's humiliating!

This is the face of the entire Ziqing Holy Land that has been lost!

However, the only thing to be thankful for is that the sunset has reached the unitary time, which means that today's meeting is over.

Nights.

Xu Zhitian called the Holy Son Yin Changfeng and the Holy Maiden Tai Qingxue to an ancient hall at the same time.

"Master, the disciple was really careless today, and he lost to the female disciple of Spirit Sword Peak. ”

After Yin Changfeng, who was pale, came to the main hall, he knelt directly in front of Xu Zhitian and shouted injustice.

Xu Zhitian frowned, his face was gloomy like water, he just glanced at Yin Changfeng lightly, and then looked at Qingxue.

"Qingxue, the old man wants you to meet the Holy Son of the Taixuan Holy Land tomorrow, and win in the shortest possible time!"

Tantai Qingxue looked up at Xu Zhitian, hesitated slightly, and shook her head slightly.