Over Qingyuan Palace!

Chirp!

A crisp birdsong resounded through the sky, and there was an extremely strong coercion in this birdsong, and there were countless demon beasts crawling on the side of the Qingyuan Palace Mountain Proving Ground.

The young man who was participating in the Shadow Fist looked up at the sky, a giant bird hovered in the sky, the giant bird's body exuded a rich heat, a pair of wings were more than ten feet long, and the fiery red feathers were very gorgeous in the sky.

Especially that pair of giant claws, if you go down with one claw, I am afraid that you can kill a silver bell lion, just looking at it makes people feel afraid.

The giant bird appeared, and the entire Qingyuan Palace disciples looked up and watched, and each disciple's nerves were tense, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Look, there's someone up there. ”

Someone found a person standing on the giant bird, but they couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, whether it was a man or a woman, but it was shocking to be able to step on the giant bird.

"Barefoot Golden Crow, this.... But the ancient god bird. ”

Gu Shi cares most about not only the barefoot golden crow that appears, but the person above the golden crow.

The barefoot golden crow swooped down and stayed a hundred meters above the Qingyuan Palace, and then everyone saw that it was a young man of about twenty standing on the golden crow.

With a slender figure, a cold appearance, and an unstained temperament, the sword eyebrows and stars have a cold look.

"On the order of the Sect Master of the Spirit Sect, I invited the Qing Yuan Palace to participate in the Spirit Sect Fighting Martial Arts Conference, and I came to send the Spirit Sect Order. ”

Although the young man was cold and arrogant, he still bowed slightly to Ming Cheng, of course, this salute was only symbolic.

I saw the young man wave his hand, and a yellow jade plaque flew down from the air, and finally stopped in front of Ming Cheng's eyes, suspended in the air.

Ming Cheng took the young man's token, which was made of topaz on one side, with two ancient characters for Lingzong on one side and a Ling character on the other.

After the young man finished speaking, he handed over the token, and the barefoot golden crow flapped its wings, bringing a storm into the sky.

"Three days later, Feilingdu, there will be someone in the Spirit Sect to lead, and those who hold the token can enter, and they will not wait for the obsolete time. ”

In the clouds, there was no trace of the young man for a long time, only the voice of the young man was heard, but the tone was full of pride.

The young man's move made many disciples of Qingyuan Palace dissatisfied, and this dissatisfaction could only be hidden in his heart, so he naturally did not dare to show it.

"Very strong. ”

Avoiding guests in the middle, Jiang Wujian only has these two words to evaluate the young man, if he is against that young man, it is very difficult to win.

Qingxintai, Lu Heng looked at the sky, that direction was the direction of the young man's distance, after a long time, the corners of Lu Heng's mouth rose, a strange smile, and his eyes were full of fire.

The Spirit Sect ordered Ming Cheng, on the token, he could feel a faint aura circulating on the token, the real strength of these hidden sects, Ming Cheng felt unfathomable.

Feilingdu is not far from Qingyuan Palace, and it can be reached in a day's journey, so Ming Cheng is not in a hurry to let everyone on the road, these days, the cultivation speed of the seven people is very fast, and their strength is also improving by leaps and bounds.

Escape to the guest house!

Jiang Wujian looked at the third page of the Flowing Shadow Fist, and the third page was also a word, this time it was a slow word.

"Slow, how do I understand slow?"

This boxing book is about to drive Jiang Wujian crazy, a boxing move is just one word, and this word is so ordinary that it can't be more ordinary.

"Isn't it a contradiction that the front is fast, and now it is slow?"

Unable to understand the mystery, Jiang Wujian closed the fist in order not to let himself get into the tip of the horns.

Ever since he had broken through the second layer of the Great Yan Dao Sect, Jiang Wujian had found that when he was cultivating, he had a faint feeling that he was being bound within a rule.

This kind of rule is unbreakable, and once you want to break the rule, you will inevitably suffer irreversible damage and even lose your life.

It's like punching, you can punch anywhere, which seems to be free and has not been affected in any way, but these free punches have certain rules when you think about it.

Just as the arm can only be bent upwards but not downwards, it will inevitably break if it is reversed.

"In the past few days, the Nine Patterns Holy Dragon Body has shown signs of breakthrough, if it can break through to the sixth pattern before the Martial Arts Conference, it will help me a lot. ”

Running the Nine Patterns Holy Dragon Body, a faint dragon roared in his body, as if a dragon was about to break out of his body, Jiang Wujian was looking forward to breaking through the sixth pattern.

After meditating for two days, the slow word in the third move of the Flowing Shadow Fist could not be understood, which made Jiang Wujian very helpless.

Qingyuan Palace Square!

Many disciples gathered here, opposite them, Ming Cheng held his hands behind his back, looking at the disciples, behind Ming Cheng, seven people stood in a row, these seven people are the representatives of the younger generation of Qingyuan Palace.

Although some disciples were very envious of the seven people, and they also knew that they could only look up to these seven people in the future, the only thing they could do was to cultivate desperately and try to have the qualifications to look up to them in the future.

Under the eyes of many disciples, Ming Cheng took seven people to embark on the journey of the martial arts conference, and the first stop was Feilingdu.

A day later, flying Watanabe!

In the past, it was sparsely populated and very deserted, although it was a ferry, but it was far away from the town, and after a long time, it was gradually abandoned by people.

Today's Feilingdu is very lively, there are thousands of people gathered here, of course, not all of these thousands of people went to the Spirit Sect to participate in the martial arts conference.

Because Feilingdu was almost abandoned, the people of the nearby towns set up this place as an annual sacrifice point to the river god, and it happened that today was the day to worship the river god.

Lingzong didn't expect so many people to gather here today, he thought that this place was sparsely populated and a good place, but he chose the wrong time.

"This..."

Seeing that thousands of people had gathered, I was afraid that the people of the nearby towns had come, and Ming Cheng was also helpless, after them, nearly twenty sects came one after another, most of which were small sects.

When these small sects saw Ming Cheng, they naturally took the initiative to come forward to greet them, after all, Qingyuan Palace and them were not at the same level.

"Ming Cheng is in charge, this... Some of the people need to drive them out. ”

Some small sects asked Ming Cheng that these people sacrificed to the river god just to seek a blessing and peace of mind, and there was no problem.

"No need, just find a place to wait. ”

Although Lingzong said that he was led today, he didn't say what time it was, Mingcheng took Jiang Wujian and seven people, found a place, sat on the spot, and waited quietly for the people of Lingzong.

Most of these more than 20 sect forces had never heard of the Spirit Sect, and at the beginning, they still had a disdain for the Spirit Sect.

Later, after learning that Lingzong was a hidden sect, these small sects knew that Lingzong was the top giant in the world.

"Ming Cheng is in charge, dare to ask, why does this Spirit Sect want to preside over this martial arts conference, for thousands of years, there has never been a sect that has presided over such a martial arts conference. ”

When someone asked about Ming Cheng, everyone else pricked up their ears, wanting to hear something useful from Ming Cheng, after all, Qingyuan Palace was no better than their sects.

"I don't know. ”

A faint sentence made other sects even more afraid of the Spirit Sect, as much as the Qingyuan Palace didn't know a little news, and they had to obey the Ling Sect's arrangement.

"Don't... Please let me go. ”

At the side of the river god, a little girl pleaded, and a woman hugged the girl tightly and knelt on the ground, making people kowtow desperately.

This movement naturally attracted the attention of Jiang Wujian's cultivators, and when they saw the little girl, a murderous aura suddenly swept away, and the people around were shocked by the murderous aura on Jiang Wujian's body.

The next moment, Jiang Wujian's figure moved, and after an afterimage, Jiang Wujian rushed into the crowd of worshippers to worship the river god, and Jiang Wujian would not care about this kind of folk sacrifice activity.

A stout middle-aged man snatched the little girl from the woman's hand, glanced at the woman kneeling on the ground with a fierce look, and then kicked the woman away.

All this had already happened when Jiang Wujian rushed through the crowd, and when he saw Jiang Wujian who suddenly rushed in, because of the murderous aura on his body, people did not dare to approach, and after dodging one after another, Jiang Wujian had a large empty space around him.

"Let her go, and you live, or you die. ”

There was a piercing cold color in his eyes, and the sturdy man saw Jiang Wujian, his eyebrows jumped, and he could feel that the young man opposite was not talking and playing, and he could even feel a dead air coming.

"Who are you, who dare to disturb our sacrifice, aren't you afraid of the wrath of the river god?"

The man yelled at Jiang Wujian, although Jiang Wujian gave him a terrible feeling, but there were so many people on the man's side, he didn't believe that Jiang Wujian dared to make a move.

"Brother, help me. ”

The girl that the man snatched over was the one from the fishing village, and Jiang Wujian didn't expect to meet the girl here, so when he saw the girl, he knew that these people wanted to use the girl as a sacrifice, so he was so angry.

"You don't have a chance anymore. ”

Taking a step forward, Jiang Wujian put his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards the middle-aged man, and a coercion pressed the middle-aged man.

In the eyes of the middle-aged man, Jiang Wujian, who was slow-paced, approached step by step like a god of death.

Burst!

No one saw Jiang Wujian make a move, the middle-aged man spurted out a mouthful of blood, there was only fear in his eyes now, he didn't know how the young man in front of him hurt him, he just felt a hard blow on his chest.

Plop!

The man knelt down, he let go of the mercy, and began to beg Jiang Wujian for mercy, he obviously didn't see Jiang Wujian do it, but he hurt him, such a strange thing made the man afraid.

"My lord, please spare my dog's life. ”

The kneeling man kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, Jiang Wujian's eyes were cold, and in those cold eyes, there was no mercy in sight.

"You don't have the right to live. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly flew up, as if he had been hit by something, but no one present saw Jiang Wujian make a move.

Ordinary people were scared, they saw Jiang Wujian as if they were blaming me, a monster who could kill someone with one look.

The man fell to the ground, his bones were broken, a large amount of blood was left at the corner of his mouth, and his chest rose and fell a few times before he moved.

Jiang Wujian didn't make a move the whole time, and a strong man died like this, ordinary people didn't know the reason, but those cultivators knew.