Tingshan on the sword, once every five years, is the largest sword conference in Sanyuan Town, at that time, whether the disciples of the family or the ordinary people's family, will gather in Tingshan on this day, share the grand event.

At this time, it is already the beginning of winter, and the wind is cool and refreshing.

The Yangtze River, on both sides of the wide river, is surrounded by shadows of trees, and the river surface is like a smooth mirror, shining with golden brilliance under the illumination of the morning sun.

There are three huge boats on the lake, each with two floors, about ten meters high. The eaves pavilion is resplendent and brilliant, and it can be called a magnificent atmosphere.

The flags were fluttering on the three ships, and each ship was planted with a huge colored flag, on which were rusted and engraved with four big characters "Qifeng Sword School", and seven long swords were inlaid next to the pennant.

Above the river, on the three ferries moving slowly, there were more than a dozen people standing quietly, each wearing a black robe, with auspicious clouds embroidered on the back of the robe, and a long sword embroidered on the cuffs.

At the bow of the boat, a middle-aged man in a white robe stood silently, looking at the river and the rippled water lines, thinking a little. Judging from the costumes, it can be seen at a glance that these are all disciples of the Seven Peaks Sword Sect, the white-robed man is called Ji Long, who is the elder in charge of this sword discussion, and the other black-clothed people are trial disciples.

"Elder Ji, in a while, we will enter Sanyuan Town. A black-clothed martial artist, bent over, said respectfully towards the white-robed elder.

"I see. The old man's voice sounded in the bow of the ship, and the white-robed elder, looking at the independent Tingshan, nodded with satisfaction.

At the same time, on the sparkling river, boats and boats are like shuttles, but they all go to the same direction, Tingshan, only seven days away from Tingshan on the sword, the major families, scattered cultivation, gather in Tingshan, share the gluttonous feast.

Shaw Mansion, in the backyard.

Xiao Tian's eyes were lightly closed, he sat cross-legged on the bed, the space around his body fluctuated, and an invisible sharp qi gradually appeared on his body, graceful like a swimming dragon, occasionally with a trickle of lightning, like emitting a small lightning, and an invisible sharp qi, as if breaking through space, exuding a strong sword aura.

The housekeeper in the courtyard, holding a sword and clothes, was in the courtyard, waiting for Xiao Tian, feeling the strong aura on Xiao Tian's body, Chu Bo was shocked for a while, this feeling can only be felt in the old master, the second young master is young, and he can have such a cultivation.

An hour later......

Xiao Tian, who was cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp golden light shot out from his eyes, hitting the ten-meter-high ancient tree in the courtyard.

"Boom~"

The trees were torn apart, burst open in an instant, and took a breath, Xiao Tian clenched his fists and muttered to himself, "Tenth-level peak", there was an extra confidence in his eyes, in three months, not only restored the dantian, but also broke through to the tenth-layer peak, and I had to sigh in my heart The magic of "Eighty-Nine Xuangong".

Chu Bo in the courtyard, there was a horror in his eyes, such a powerful Xuan Qi, it seemed that the second young master had a good chance of coming out on top, and his eyes couldn't help but leak a burst of joy.

Xiao Tian retracted his breath, the Xuan Qi on his body no longer fluctuated, and walked out of the courtyard like an ordinary person.

"Chu Bo, are they all here?" Xiao Tian looked at Chu Bo and asked lightly.

"Second young master, just one of you, you can go. Chuber hunched over his waist and handed over his clothes.

"Okay, let's go" Xiao Tian smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, leaking a sense of confidence.

On South Gate Street, there were squires standing on both sides, cheering to welcome the children of the Xiao family. The descendants of about ten disciples were all ready to go, and Xiao Tian, who was the leader, rode on a red horse and galloped towards Tingshan, and the other disciples also followed the horses and chased after them. There is also a cavalry escort of 100 people behind him, the cavalry is wearing armor, the pace is very neat, the action is fast, well-trained, each cavalry is at least a fifth-level warrior, which shows how deep the Xiao family's heritage is.

The residents on both sides of the street, one by one, watched the departure of the procession with respect and fear.

On the outskirts of the city, on the road to Tingshan.

On both sides of the road, the fiery red maple trees were neatly arranged, Tong Yuan rode a tall horse, on the muddy road, galloping at great speed, with a spear behind him, behind Tong Yuan, dozens of disciples of the Tong family also followed closely.

Along the way, dozens of war horses galloped at great speed, leaving billowing smoke and dust behind.

At the same time, around Sanyuan Town, tens of thousands of warriors, hearing the wind, gathered in Tingshan, wanting to show their style at the Sword Conference.

After about half a day's trip, the disciples of the Xiao family have already entered Tingshan Mountain, which is hundreds of miles away.

Tingshan, because it is close to the barren mountains and jungles, so the mountains are continuous, but, the crown boulder, the shape is like a lotus, it can accommodate 10,000 people, and it is a wonder again.

Riding a horse, Xiao Tian walked to the bottom of the mountain by himself, and a huge cliff came into view. On the cliff, there is a piece of writing and writing, which is coherent up and down, and it is done in one go.

"Huh, there are words on this cliff?" Xiao Tian looked at the words on the cliff and studied them carefully.

Judging from the traces, there is no doubt that the poet used the sword qi to portray, and the font was written in Xingshu, which was very coherent, and it can be seen that the skill of the person who wrote the words has reached the realm of returning to the basics.

"The person who wrote this poem is Yue Sanyuan. Xiao Yidao stepped forward and explained.

Xiao Tian nodded, feeling relieved for a while, no wonder the poems were so domineering and chic.

Thousands of miles in the wind, thousands of miles alone,

The rivers and lakes are red and dusty, who is the enemy.

Slaying the dragon and slaying the phoenix, the sword roars the mountain,

Thousands of demons, who dares to compete with them?

Looking down on all beings, smiling proudly at the sky,

A pot of boiled wine, a storm.

Angry in the sky, Weizhen Huanyu,

Wander the universe, 3,000 worlds at your disposal!

Laughing at the universe, Xiao Xiao heard the sound of the sword, not for the holy taboo, I dare to dominate the world!

"Don't be jealous of the saints, I dare to dominate the world, such a big breath, even the saints don't pay attention to them. Xiao Cheng looked at the words on the cliff, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Xiao Meng, Xiao Yishan, and Xiao Feng nodded as if they didn't understand, and under the arrangement of the disciples of the Seven Peaks Sword Sect, Xiao Tian lived in a courtyard on the mountain and began to retreat and consolidate his cultivation.

In the last few days, people from all walks of life came to the exchange one after another.

On the hill, in a makeshift attic.

Yue Lingling stood at the window, looking at the bustling crowd on the street, and stared for a while, "I don't know, what ranking can I achieve this time?"

In the other room, Yue Yang sat on the ground, meditating with his eyes closed.

Not far from the courtyard of the Tong family.

Tong Yuan waved his spear and fought with another teenager.

"Brother, it seems that this time, you have a chance to enter the Seven Peaks Sword Sect!" Tong Yuan said with a smile as he stirred up his spear.

"Second brother, let's go in together" The girl waved her big knife, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

At the foot of Tingshan, there were already people who couldn't bear it, and set up a four-way ring in advance for people to learn, and the disciples of the major families came to the stage in points to learn and exchange.

The top of Tingshan Mountain.

The white-robed elder, Ji Long took his hand, standing quietly on the edge of the cliff, looking at the barren mountains and forests in the west, the mountains are continuous, the mountains are undulating, and the grass is abundant, he couldn't help but sigh for a while, came back to his senses, and ordered, "Zhang Wei, tell me to go down, and start the preliminaries tomorrow morning."