The reading of the big lessons of the four peaks was a rule set by the Sword Pavilion in the early years, and it has continued to this day, and it has become a habit among the elders. [Full text reading]

It's a pity that in the past twenty years, although there have been many talents in the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, none of the two generations of disciples have been able to truly comprehend the sword intent.

Elite disciples can't, let alone an outer room disciple.

Therefore, although Elder Wu noticed that Xiao Qiang seemed to have comprehended something, he still didn't believe it a little, so he asked this question.

Xiao Qiang didn't explain, he smiled, saluted again, and left, leaving Elder Wu there scratching his ears and cheeks, eager to pull Xiao Qiang's ears and interrogate him properly.

Xiao Qiang was very proud along the way, this sword intent was his biggest capital to counterattack Lu Zhonghe, it was a secret weapon, how could he easily tell others?

Once Lu Zhonghe had precautions in advance, when it came to the day of the duel, his situation would be even worse.

"Xiao Qiang!" When Xiao Qiang was about to descend the mountain, suddenly a familiar voice came from behind him, the second assassin of the Situ clan, Qin Jian, walked towards him with a smile.

"Xiao Qiang, just right, I'm going to look for you. Qin Jian said with a smile.

"Looking for me?" Xiao Qiang sighed, full of anticipation and asked, "Is my share down?"

This time they gained a lot in the Warcraft Forest, even if they didn't include the magic crystal nuclei of the two fifth-level Warcraft, there were hundreds of thousands of gold coins that could be distributed to them, right?

Qin Jian coughed embarrassedly: "I was looking for you to discuss the problem of sword intent with you!"

"Okay. Xiao Qiang nodded briskly, the people in the Situ team were all good, and they were not the same as the elite disciples he knew before, so Xiao Qiang was very kind.

"Then let's go, go to my courtyard, it's a good environment, and if it's too late, you can stay in the guest room and rest. Qin Jian didn't wait for Xiao Qiang to speak, and pulled Xiao Qiang to walk in the direction of the peak.

Peak Courtyard, that's the territory of elite disciples, and I haven't been there once!

The peak of Fengling Peak, where the aura is most concentrated, more than 100 exquisite and elegant courtyards, located on a large piece of flat land, dense and dense, the twilight is ethereal between the courtyards, and the glow of the sunset is swaying down, like a dream.

Xiao Qiang looked at this courtyard dizzily, and he was envious in his heart, the environment here was so good, and the aura was amazingly abundant, even catching up with his cave!

Qin Jian's courtyard was in the middle, and along the way, from time to time, the white-clothed disciples could be seen pruning flower branches, or walking around carrying food boxes and tea trays, this scene made Xiao Qiang embarrassed and sad.

The gap, this is the gap, in the eyes of the elite disciples, one sword and two swords can be used as slaves!

Qin Jian didn't notice that Xiao Qiang's face was not good-looking, and he was happily introducing Xiao Qiang to the scenery and some interesting anecdotes along the way.

The road is narrow, and when the two of them walked through a small garden, they happened to run into Xiao Jing'an.

Xiao Jing'an was letting four or five white-clothed female disciples pick dew on the strange flowers and plants, and as soon as she raised her eyes, she saw Xiao Qiang walking on the opposite side, and her face was suddenly covered with haze.

"Hurry up, you two swords, you usually know how to be lazy, you can't do this little thing, what's the use of leaving you?!" Xiao Jing'an's shrill voice suddenly sounded, and her mouth scolded the people who were working, but her eyes were staring at Xiao Qiang, and there was a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth.

Qin Jian's scalp was numb, so he had to nod to Xiao Jing'an and call out to Senior Sister, while Xiao Qiang pretended not to see it and looked around at the scenery.

Although Qin Jian is also an elite disciple, his status is much lower than Xiao Jing'an's, for no other reason, who made Xiao Jing'an's master the peak master!

Xiao Jing'an snorted coldly: "Qin Jian, the peak courtyard is a place where spiritual energy gathers, don't take everything here, some people don't look at their identity, is this the place where he should come?!"

"Senior sister, you!" Qin Jian's face was flushed, and he was about to go up to theorize, but he was stopped by Xiao Qiang.

"Qin Jian, another day, I'll go first, I accidentally swallowed a fly just now, and I was disgusted and panicked. Xiao Qiang threw down a sentence and turned around and left.

Xiao Jing'an looked at Xiao Qiang's back, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, Xiao Qiang, I will let you have no place in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion!

On the way back, Xiao Qiang's lungs were about to explode, especially the surprised and unkind gazes of the elite disciples along the way, which made him even more annoyed.

Your sister, what are you dragging, are the elite disciples amazing, one day Lao Tzu will demolish your yard!

When he passed a tall and quaint palace, he couldn't help but stop for a moment, his eyes became extremely hot, and he was immediately lost.

This is the Elite Pavilion, which stores the most profound martial arts of the Wind Spirit lineage, as well as countless notes left by his predecessors, but unfortunately, he is not qualified to enter.

Xiao Qiang returned to the cave, fed the three-legged tripod, and after refining the meridians, he rested early.

Early the next morning, he got up and hit two sets of punches, refreshed, and after bathing and changing, he walked towards the halfway point of Fengling Peak again.

He planned to explore the intentions of the other three elders again, and if he could comprehend a sword intent again, he would pretend to have earned it.

Approaching noon, Xiao Qiang sat drowsy in the main square, relaxing and experiencing the tone and rhythm of the elders, and at this moment, there was an uproar behind him.

A figure flew quickly, and the guards of the Junzi Valley Cave Mansion, Wei Zhiguo's clothes were torn and bloody, and he said sadly: "Brother Qiang, Junzi Valley has been attacked!" As soon as the words fell, Wei Zhiguo couldn't hold on anymore, and fell to the ground and fainted.

Xiao Qiang stepped forward, picked up the unconscious Wei Zhiguo, and after making sure that he was not worried about his life, he handed it over to the two white-clothed disciples to take care of, and he quickly ran towards the valley.

Xiao Qiang was almost certain that the person who went to the Junzi Valley to make trouble must have been sent by Xiao Jing'an, who just wanted to play prestige and vent his personal anger.

With this thought, Xiao Qiang seemed to be walking through the mountain path like a gust of wind, but when he came to Junzi Valley, he was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him!

At the mouth of the valley of the Gentleman's Valley, four corpses were lying there in a blur of flesh and blood, one of them was knocked away by the opponent's fist, hitting the mountain wall, and even his brain was splashed out, which was miserable.

Xiao Qiang's whole body was cold, and his indescribable anger rushed straight to the top of his head, and in his pupils, blood spots exploded, and his eyes were instantly covered with bloodshots!

Whoever dares to kill me, Lao Tzu wants you to pay for your life!

Xiao Qiang's chest was about to burst, he picked up a long sword from the ground and strode towards the direction of the cave.

On the lawn in front of the cave gate, there were three corpses lying there, bleeding from their mouths and noses, and their eyes had lost their lustre.

Four white-clothed young men whose strength had reached the seventh level leisurely interspersed in front of the door of the cave, striking two punches into it from time to time, but they didn't dare to rush in rashly.

"Cui Dameng, why resist stubbornly, when we occupy the cave mansion, there will always be your share, you are about to advance to the seventh level, there is no need to mix with those wastes every day, this will only lower your level!"

"Cui Dameng, if you want to talk to a stronger person, we won't say anything, but what about you, but you just picked Xiao Qiang, a waste, and drummed up a bullshit gentleman's league, you don't look at it, just rely on you rabble, what kind of flowers can you toss?"

"Cui Dameng, don't be ignorant, let me tell you the truth, Senior Sister Jing'an has already spoken, Xiao Qiang has no place in Wanjian Pavilion, if you are still stubborn, don't blame our subordinates for being ruthless!"

Cui Dameng guarded in front of the door of the cave, his whole body was stained with blood, his eyes were wide with anger, his big face was twisted and hideous, he turned a deaf ear to the words outside, and suddenly roared angrily: "Let's go!"

A whistling sound sounded, and behind him, countless blades flew out of the cave like lightning, flying towards the four people who were wandering outside the cave.

"That's all you have to do?!" The figures of the four of them were erratic, and the long sword in their hands shook out a sword light, stabbing all the flying blades, and the movements were extremely freehand, and it was simply effortless.

Cui Dameng's heart began to sink when he saw the other party's skills, he knew that the strength of the seventh layer was definitely not something that he and the group of brothers behind him could resist.

"Brother Qiang, I can't repay the kindness of knowing Cui Dameng in this life, let's see you in the next life!" Cui Dameng's tiger eyes flashed with tears, and he let out a terrible roar, like a wounded lion, rushing towards the outside of the cave!

With a snort, a powerful and soft force suddenly struck, and as soon as Cui Dameng's body rushed out of the door, he was pushed back by this powerful force and fell back to the same place lightly.

Cui Dameng seemed to be in a dream, and when he sensed a familiar breath, he was suddenly surprised: "It's Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang is back!"

The word Brother Qiang seemed to carry invisible magic, and everyone cried with joy and let out a whimpering cry.

Suddenly realizing that there were four seventh-level masters outside, everyone's hearts tightened again, and they all took their weapons, roared angrily, and rushed outside.

Outside the cave, Xiao Qiang knelt on one knee beside the corpse of a brother, and slowly closed his eyes that were not blind, he still remembered that it was this young man who had personally taken the secret medicine from his hand and raised it to a level.

Xiao Qiang stood up and said, "You killed the person?!"

The four seventh-weight disciples turned around violently and dispersed vigilantly, and one of them sneered, "You are Xiao Qiang, right?"

Hula, Cui Dameng ran out with more than 20 brothers, everyone was in tatters, a few of them were not lightly injured, almost unstable on their feet, after seeing Xiao Qiang, they all stood behind Xiao Qiang, glaring at the four people with hateful eyes.

"Brother Qiang, they are all the seventh, the bastard on the left has already reached the back step, and he killed the few brothers at the door!" Cui Dameng stood beside Xiao Qiang and said in a low voice.

Xiao Qiang's cold eyes swept towards the four of them, and Sen Ran said: "Da Meng, from today onwards, set a rule, all those who trespass in the Gentleman's Valley will be beheaded!"

Cui Dameng seemed to have gained great confidence from Xiao Qiang's words, puffed up his chest, and said loudly: "Subordinates obey orders!"

"Subordinates obey orders!" More than twenty brothers from the Gentlemen's League shouted loudly, and Ling Ran's murderous aura soared into the sky!

The faces of the four seventh-heavy changed suddenly, and then returned to normal, and they couldn't help but laugh disdainfully, and one of them looked at Xiao Qiang, and said triumphantly: "Okay, my head is here, if you have the ability, come ......"

A white sword light flashed, fleeting.

Before the last word "take" could be spoken, the head flew high, throwing blood in the air, drawing a trajectory, and falling at his feet with a pop.

The corpse that had lost its head spurted a stream of blood from its chest cavity and fell straight backwards!