The sword questioning at the Eastern Wilderness Dao Gate made Fang Chen's name as Qingshan's junior uncle spread all over Great Xia.

But in that green mountain, those Nine Realm disciples who had entered the green mountain several years before Fang Chen still had difficulty accepting this fact in their hearts.

The title of Senior Uncle is aimed at the elders, and among the green mountains, except for Fang Chen, all the senior uncles, which one is not a sword cultivator with a great reputation in the Stygian Sea above the Nine Realms.

And Fang Chen's current is only the Eight Realms.

Even if his talent is indeed as passed down by the rivers and lakes, even among the upper sects, it can be regarded as extremely extraordinary.

But before Fang Chen's strength did not surpass his own, and he had not been to the Styx Sea to open the attack for the Qingshan Sword Weapon, the arrogance of those Qingshan Sword Cultivators that had been passed down from generation to generation made them unwilling to bow to the Qingshan Junior Uncle.

Fang Chen, who had only been in the mountain gate for three or two years, naturally knew about this situation, so even if Shen Yuan had been behind him, the young swordsman had never called himself a junior uncle in front of these Qingshan disciples.

The young uncle of the Qingshan in the Eight Realms has not yet convinced the qualifications of all the juniors in the entire Qingshan.

But Liu Jianyun obviously didn't care what Fang Chen and the rest of Qingshan's disciples thought.

At the moment when Fang Chen's words fell, the Qingshan First Disciple took a step forward, and the green vine sword weapon slowly approached Fang Chen with his steps, and then squinted his eyes and shook his head and smiled.

"Uncle Xiao is worthy of being known as a Tianjiao who is as talented as a sword immortal in the sky, and the mountaineering party is so confident, and he really does not lose the bearing of a disciple of Qingshan.

It's just that Jian Yun, as the first disciple of Qingshan, and Qianlong generally received orders to protect the disciples in the mountains, so he still had to go with all the juniors and sisters on this trip.

After all, if Qingshan wants to keep the sword path prosperous, it should be everyone's work, and the top 100 mountaineering is extremely important to Shangzong, and it is definitely not comparable to Jian Yun alone who has obtained that dragon qi. ”

Liu Jianyun, who was dressed in white, had a much more upright look on his face when he said this.

As he spoke, the first disciple of Qingshan turned his head and smiled at Luo Qianlong and the rest of the Qingshan disciples.

is full of everyone's bearing like those elders in Qingshan.

Fang Chen, who had the identity of Qingshan's junior uncle, suddenly became much shorter in the hearts of those Qingshan disciples after Liu Jianyun's words fell.

The comparison between the two actually gave the Qingshan disciple an absurd idea of why the old peak master of Humble Peak did not take a fancy to Liu Jianyun and let him become a closed disciple.

Fang Chen, who had been crawling in the Frost City for fifteen years, could easily notice the change in the expressions of these Qingshan disciples who had little experience in the world.

As a result, Fang Chen raised his eyebrows and met Liu Jianyun's smiling eyebrows, and for the first time began to resist and be wary of this young sword cultivator, the most prestigious in Qingshan.

This inexplicable question and answer is obviously for Qingshan's first apprentice to gather his heart, which makes Qingshan's little uncle lose people's hearts.

Fang Chen gently exhaled a breath of turbid air and stopped talking.

Those nearly ten Nine Realm Sword Cultivators who were originally following behind Fang Chen and Luo Qianlong, after glancing at Fang Chen with complicated expressions, also gathered on Liu Jianyun's side in a disturbed manner.

Qingshan Sword Cultivation continued to walk towards the next peak.

Fang Chen, who was walking at the back, looked at Liu Jianyun who was standing at the front of everyone, and Luo Qianlong, who was still surrounded even if he didn't say a word, and his heart suddenly felt a little inexplicable.

It's like loss, and it's like loneliness.

So, the young swordsman picked up the sword cultivation gourd, took a sip of wine, and then with a few scattered smiles on his face, he held the hilt of the sword like Senior Brother Xing and walked forward with Qingshan Xing.

As soon as you go, you will find the eight peaks.

The nine peaks in the picture scroll of mountains and rivers, the first eight peaks are robbed by demon beasts, and the ninth peak is pure barrenness, and there are only rocks and sands on the mountain.

This towering mountain reaches into the clouds, but the mountain is actually not steep.

On the contrary, as if to provide enough place for the Heavenly Masters to fight, the mountainside at the foot of this peak is extremely wide, so that even if the ninth peak is high into the clouds, the mountain looks extremely gentle.

Beneath the foot of the mountain.

The Qingshan disciples who had come all the way here from a third party, led by Liu Jianyun and Luo Qianlong, had already reached a full twenty-six people.

Although the number of 26 people is already a lot, for the about 100 people who have entered the picture scroll of mountains and rivers, the survival rate of less than 30% is not high.

In the mountaineering of the Lotus Society, the demon is a test, but the person is an even greater test.

Since it is a battle between Tianjiao, how can you not fight when your peers meet.

The Qingshan disciples waited for another half day at the foot of the Ninth Peak, but they never saw any Qingshan disciples come here.

So, Liu Jianyun led everyone to start climbing the mountain.

The Tianjiao competition of the Great Summer Lotus Club uses the word mountaineering to describe such a grand event.

But the word mountaineering, in fact, has always referred to the last peak where the dragon qi of Great Xia is stored.

On this peak, the young generation of Daxia is the most proud.

Mountaineering is like climbing a mountain of blood.

Murderous mountaineering.

On the ninth peak, thousands of kilometers away from the foot of the mountain, Liu Jianyun, who was walking in front of the Qingshan disciples, suddenly stopped, and the gentle smile on his face turned cold.

"The disciples of the Ink Sect are still the same as always, they always like to do these cruel things, and they are really sorry for the name of the sect. ”

Qingshan's first disciple smiled coldly.

As a result, outside the mountains and rocks around the Qingshan disciples, the sound of breaking wind continued to sound, and some people surrounded the Qingshan disciples in a closed circle.

"Heh, Qingshan's sword cultivation sword kills, my Mo Qi Men kills people with Fu Gong condensation array, do you have to pay attention to fairness and righteousness when killing people, and the people of my Mo Qi Gate and you Qing Shan choose a good opponent to catch and kill?

Liu Jianyun, didn't you cultivate a sword and become a cerebral palsy?"

Nearly twenty young disciples dressed in uniform black robes walked out from the left front of the Qingshan disciples, led by a woman with an extremely ordinary face and a somewhat male appearance, all with an ink pen tied around her waist.

The disciples of the ink sect have a pen in their hands to hook and drop the ink, and the practice of the Fu Gong has become a majestic avenue by itself.

The man and woman who was the first to mock Liu Jianyun were the current Duan Qinwen, the first disciple of the Moqi Sect.

"Senior Sister Duan, why should she be angry with a person who is about to leave the picture scroll of mountains and rivers.

Ben Gongzi would like to know that if no one in Qingshan climbed to the top of the mountain this time and won the position of the top 100 mountaineering, would the position of the first holy place of kendo in the world still be able to sit so firmly. ”

Immediately after the Ink Jar Gate, twenty-one young Tianjiao who appeared from the right front of the Qingshan disciple were all embroidered with a mountain mark on the left chest of their clothes.

Although the Shangzong Mountain in the southern part of the Central Region and Qingshan have always had the name of the north and south mountains, even if they are both Shangzong, in fact, there is not harmony between the two mountains.

Qingshan looked down on the four upper sects of the Central Regions that bowed down to the Great Xia Dynasty, and even only the emperor ordered the horse to be the head.

And Gishan and the other three upper sects of the Middle Domain, because the imperial dynasty has always wanted to completely subdue Qingshan, Zhenwu Island, and Yunmeng Daze, they want to suppress the powerful upper sects outside these three middle domains everywhere.

The young man standing at the forefront of the disciples of Gishan looked much younger than Liu Jianyun, almost the same age as Luo Qianlong, but the vague momentum when he took steps was not inferior to the rest of the first disciples of the upper sect.

The first disciple of the present generation of Gishan, who is also the next mountain master of this upper sect himself, Xia Zeyu, who is known as the young god, is full of heroism between his eyebrows.

"Liu Jianyun, I said from the beginning that your sword path is not very strong among the current sect leaders of the Upper Sect of the Directions.

Therefore, I was not willing to kill you by besieging you, after all, you are not worthy of the three of us joining forces.

But the battle with this Luo girl in the third peak made me understand that I still underestimated the horror of the Qingshan Female Sword Cultivator in the Northern Realm and slashing the Nine Realms Holy Spirit Bloodline Demon with one sword.

This woman named Luo Qianlong thinks that this is the hole card for Qingshan to seize the dragon qi of Great Xia this time.

A female sword cultivator who is even more sword qi than the first disciple of Qingshan, has not heard of it over the years, except for the newly evaluated sword armor.

The information that Xinglou got in the early years said that there was a sword yuan body born in the green mountains, and I originally thought it was the kid who cultivated the sword yuan technique.

But he never thought that Qingshan actually had a real innate sword yuan body.

Miss Luo, a thousand years ago, there were seniors in the Star Picking Building who broke up the sword qi of the sword yuan body with both hands, and today I want to try it in Bai Lu, whether the star picker can defeat you.

The third peak promised you a battle, and today, I will give you this opportunity. ”

The two sides of Gishan and Mojimen appeared on the front road, and Liu Jianyun's heart was already a little heavy, and he sent such a formation to besiege Qingshan's disciples, and the Shangzong who had always been the most difficult to deal with Qingshan would definitely not be absent.

Sure enough, after Xia Zeyu, the first disciple of Gishan, spoke, the eighteen disciples of the Star Picking Tower also blocked the back road of the Qingshan disciples.

Bai Lu, whose pale eyes were still indifferent, glanced at Liu Jianyun lightly, and then turned his head to look at Luo Qianlong, with a little caution in his eyes.

Then the first disciple of the Shangzong who had been unsurpassed in the talent of the Star Picking Building in recent years, walked directly in front of the Qingshan disciple and raised his hand towards Luo Qianlong to ask for battle.

Luo Qianlong, whose face was also full of indifference, flashed slightly, without speaking, drew his sword and walked out of the crowd.

The fight between Xingxinglou and Qingshan has always been like this, above board, you live and die.

"Since Senior Brother Bai has already chosen the body of the Sword Yuan, then this Qingshan First Disciple will be taken over by this son.

Senior Sister Duan, the disciples of the three parties will be handed over to you for scheduling, this siege and killing will definitely require all the Qingshan disciples to leave the mountains and rivers.

Brother Liu, how about you and me?"

Seeing that Bai Lu had already faced Luo Qianlong, Xia Zeyu, the first disciple of Gishan, who also had some knowledge of the Qingshan disciple file, the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled out a few arcs.

This young mountain lord, who was born with a heroic appearance and was regarded by Gishan as a god, walked towards Liu Jianyun step by step.

The first step was taken, and a towering phantom wearing gold armor and a purple and gold crown suddenly appeared behind it.

The appearance of the phantom is blurry and invisible, but with every step Xia Zeyu takes, the phantom behind it will grow a little stronger.

It wasn't until Xia Zeyu and Liu Jianyun were separated by no more than ten zhang that the mountain master under Mount Gion had his eyes wide open and his face was solemn, and he invited him to fight.

The sound of rolling battle was like a bell, resounding in the sky.

Liu Jianyun didn't say anything more, nodded lightly at the Shui Yue Peak senior disciple beside him, and then pulled out the green vine sword weapon and slashed towards the majestic phantom sword.