"Those who pursue the Great Dao, if they can't even endure a word, what else can they cultivate?"

Zhu Xiongying stood on the boundless sea, glanced at the islands floating in the air, and on these islands, the awe-inspiring sword intent hit people's hearts and souls.

"Little master, these swords are the matching swords of the deceased man who hid the sword."

"The oldest is 100,000 years old."

Teacher Cang circled, and his figure came to one of the floating islands, where there was a blue-gold sword, standing proudly.

"This inch is the matching sword used by the old master."

Zhu Xiongying looked at it, and although thousands of years had passed, the sword qi still reverberate.

It can be seen that the demeanor of this sword master back then.

"It's a pity that the old master has achieved the demeanor of the sword god, and his master has not seen it, which is also a big knot in the old master's heart."

Teacher Cang sighed.

"How do you open the Ten Thousand Swords Tempering?"

Zhu Xiongying didn't have the heart to avoid nostalgia for the past and the present with Teacher Cang here, he just wanted to cultivate quickly now.

"Simple."

Teacher Cang circled and landed beside Zhu Xiongying.

"Little master, as long as you use the sword intent, the thousands of swords in this sword mound will be opened."

It's that simple?

Zhu Xiongying frowned, and a wisp of sword intent instantly dispersed.

In an instant, the countless floating islands, the burial swords on them all trembled, and I saw wisps of sword qi condensed out, almost no stay, and these sword qi all rushed towards Zhu Xiongying.

The sonorous sound sounded in an instant.

These sword qi fell on Zhu Xiongying's body, and they disappeared, and this strength was just right, and the upper limit of the physical body's tolerance was one percent.

"The owners of these swords are all Tibetan sword ancestors, even if their masters have passed away, the meaning of the swords will not harm the disciples who have been tempered, and the masters can rest assured."

Teacher Cang explained on the side.

"Hmm."

Zhu Xiongying nodded slightly.

This feeling of slightly exceeding the limit can still be endured.

In this way, the physical body can be continuously tempered and improved within an acceptable range.

"Let's get started."

Zhu Xiongying closed his eyes.

The moment he closed his eyes, the elixirs and magic weapons that had been piled up in front of the sword mound were suddenly slightly moved, and they flew directly into the sword mound, and under the refining of the Devouring Sky Technique, they turned into pure spiritual power.

With the sword mound tempering, Zhu Xiongying's cultivation can go straight up, instead of rising one step and stop due to the limitations of his physical body.

Meanwhile.

In the Tibetan Sword Villa, Zhiruo had a headache.

She had been waiting for several hours in the pavilion where Qin Xiong lived, but Qin Xiong still refused to see him.

To be precise, they refuse to see anyone.

"Senior Sister Zhiruo."

At this time, a voice came, and I saw Zhao Ji walking quickly to Qin Xiong's pavilion, and when he saw Zhiruo, his eyes lit up.

"Senior Brother Zhao."

Zhiruo glanced at Zhao Ji.

For this person, Zhi Ruo obviously didn't have a good face, not to mention that the disciples of the entire sect now knew that Zhao Ji was bent on challenging Senior Brother Zhu Xiongying.

"Senior Brother Qin handed it over to me, it's really hard Senior Sister Zhiruo, I don't think it's too early, Senior Sister Zhiruo should rest early."

Zhao Ji's face was concerned, which made Zhiruo feel very uncomfortable, and even a little disgusting.

After all, although Zhiruo hadn't seen Zhao Ji's treatment of ordinary disciples, she had heard some of them.

There are countless outer disciples who have broken their hands and feet because of offending him, and even inner disciples, as long as they make Zhao Ji unhappy, Zhao Ji will not let him have a good time.

Of course, there is a reason why Zhao Ji can be so powerful.

Immortal Chaos has seven realms, and creation has ten realms, while the Great Luo Qiankun Realm between the two is only five realms.

They are: King Kong, Freedom, Leisure, Xuanyou, Qiankun.

Because the strongest is Qiankun, it is called Daluo Qiankun Realm.

Zhao Ji's master is one of the ten Qiankun realms of the Yunzang Sword.

Zhao Ji's father, one of the ten Qiankun realms of Guiyun Hidden Sword.

Zhao Ji and Qin Xiong, the strongest disciple of the younger generation of Tibetan Sword, are friends who grew up together since childhood.

In other words, in addition to the Cangyue Immortal, two of the top ten in the Guiyun Hidden Sword are the direct descendants of this Zhao Ji, plus the eldest brother in the same generation and himself are iron brothers.

There are so many layers of relationships, even if Zhao Ji is only a seven-fold creation, among the younger generation, the top twenty can't be ranked, but it doesn't prevent him from being arrogant.

The entire disciples of the Guiyun Tibetan Sword, as long as their brains are not long, will not provoke this ancestor.

"Then it's going to trouble Senior Brother Zhao."

Zhiruo nodded.

Although he was extremely disgusted with this Zhao Ji in his heart, he still had to get by on face.

Glancing at Qin Xiong's residence, Zhiruo turned around and left.

In fact, from the bottom of her heart, she had a very good impression of Qin Xiong, as the most outstanding disciple of the younger generation, she was fair to other disciples, and she was quite gentlemanly.

Before Zhu Xiongying appeared, Zhiruo also had no doubt that Qin Xiong would become a senior brother, or even the next sect master of the Guiyun Hidden Sword.

For Qin Xiong, there can only be one word, to make people.

After Zhiruo leaves.

Zhao Ji looked at Zhiruo's departing back and gritted his teeth fiercely.

There is nothing wrong with him liking Zhiruo, but for people like Zhao Ji, he wants to get Zhiruo, more to play poker with Zhiruo, than to communicate with his soul.

Although Zhiruo smiled at him, Zhao Ji could feel Zhiruo's disgust for him.

This made Zhao Ji more and more unhappy.

Why can you be so close to that Zhu Xiongying, but you are so disgusted with me, where can I Zhao Ji not compare to that waste?!

With resentment in his heart, Zhao Ji went directly into Qin Xiong's attic.

He and Qin Xiong grew up together since childhood, so naturally they don't care about anything.

As soon as Fang entered the building, Zhao Ji stopped.

In the hall of this attic, Qin Xiong was alone, sitting on the ground, looking at the sword in front of him in a daze.

This sword is called 'Qingwei', and it was given by Hu Yanxu when he accepted Qin Xiong as a disciple.

Over the years, Qin Xiong has relied on this sword to become the strongest among the disciples of the Tibetan Sword step by step.

Even though he is only the Ninefold Creation Ninefold now, he is the Ninefold Creation Tenfold among his disciples, and he is not his opponent.

"Qin Xiong, what's the use of looking at the sword?!"

Generally speaking, Zhao Ji would still call Qin Xiong Senior Brother Qin.

But at this moment, seeing Qin Xiong's appearance, especially the aura on his body, was full of decadence, and he had completely lost his previous spirit.

Regarding Zhao Ji's arrival, Qin Xiong didn't pay any attention to it.

Still just looking at the sword in front of me.

Then, he suddenly raised his hand and landed a finger on the blade of the sword.

With a 'click', the sword, which had followed Qin Xiong for hundreds of years, instantly broke into two.

Zhao Ji frowned even more when he saw it.

"But one Zhu Xiongying, just let you become like this?"

Zhao Ji's eyes showed ruthlessness.

"Qin Xiong, I have a plan, but I don't know if you dare."

Zhao Ji suddenly thought of something, and there was ruthlessness in his eyes.

I saw him stride to Qin Xiong.

"I will give Zhu Xiongying a challenge in a few days, if he accepts it, I have decided to abolish him directly!"

As soon as he said this, Qin Xiong's brows suddenly furrowed.

He looked at Zhao Ji with doubts in his eyes, as if to say, are you kidding?

"I'm serious."

Zhao Ji took a deep breath.

"With that guy here, you and I won't have a good life in the future."

"It's better not to do one, two to stop, I'll just abolish him!"

"I know this will provoke public anger, but I believe that my father and my master will be able to save me."

"I just need you to promise me one condition."

"In the future, you will become a senior brother, you will become the sect master, give Zhiruo to me!"

Zhao Ji's seriousness flickered with madness.

Qin Xiong's brows furrowed.

He could predict what would become if Zhiruo fell into the hands of this guy, it would definitely be a slave-like plaything.

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"As long as Zhu Xiongying is abolished, the Sword God will inevitably have to find a disciple of the inheritance, who do you guess he will accept?!"

As soon as this sentence came out, Qin Xiong's eyes lit up instantly.

"Okay."

Anyway, for Qin Xiong, he doesn't need to pay anything now.

"Wait to be your senior brother and be your great sect master, Zhu Xiongying's kid, leave it to me."

Zhao Ji grinned, with a look of anger in his eyes.

"By the way, I remember that you still have more than one Creation Pill there, give it to me."

Qin Xiong didn't hesitate, raised his hand and flicked it, and a thumb-sized wooden box fell into Zhao Ji's hand.

"When I refine this Creation Pill, I will be the Eightfold Creation Pill, and I don't believe that I can't waste Zhu Xiongying's garbage."

Zhao Ji had a look of anger in his eyes.

He is pure belonging, jealous.

…………………………

Time passes little by little.

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

In the past seven days, the Guiyun Hidden Sword seems to have returned to its original peace, life is not turbulent, what should the disciples do, and nothing major has happened.

Until, on the morning of the eighth day, came in the morning.

Outside the sword mound, which had been listed as a forbidden place, Zhao Ji forcibly broke in.

The disciples who joined in the excitement naturally did not dare to enter the forbidden land, and they all watched from afar.

This formed a very interesting scene, the sword mound was a hundred zhang in circumference, empty, but the height beyond this hundred zhang was densely packed with human figures, like a group of mosquitoes piling up.

"Zhao Ji, what are you going to do?"

Before the sword mound, after Zhiruo got the news, she quickly ran over, blocked in front of the sword mound, and questioned Zhao Ji.

"The sect master forbids that disciples are not allowed to enter the sword mound."

Zhiruo looked at Zhao Ji and said in a condensed voice.

"Senior Sister Zhiruo, why be in such a hurry."

Seeing Zhiruo's anxious and concerned appearance, Zhao Ji was even more angry in his heart.

"Zhao Ji, what kind of punishment will be punished for disobeying the sect master's ban, you know it in your heart."

In the face of Zhao Ji like this, Zhiruo obviously no longer has the slightest face.

"Huh."

Zhao Ji smiled coldly.

Then he looked around and looked at the thousands of Tibetan Sword disciples who were making fun in the air.

"You are all in the same door, today I am Zhao Ji."

The words fell.

Zhao Ji shook it suddenly, and a crimson long sword hovered in front of him.

"I'm Zhao Ji, ask Senior Brother Zhu Xiongying today!"

This voice, mixed with cultivation, is enough to spread all over the world.

The disciples who joined in the excitement were all in an uproar and discussed.

All eyes were looking at the Sword Shrine, wanting to see if the senior brother who had been in the Sword Shrine for seven days would accept Zhao Ji's challenge.

If he doesn't accept it, then the prestige of this senior brother will be completely gone, and it is estimated that even the miscellaneous disciples who sweep the floor will not take this senior brother of the Tibetan Sword in their eyes.

After all, since there was a senior brother of the Tibetan sword, he had never refused other challenges to ask the sword.

And if it is, it is.

These Tibetan Sword disciples all know that the senior brother Zhu Xiongying is just in the realm of the first level of creation, even if he is lucky, he has broken through to the second level of creation and transformation in the past few days, it will be useless.

Zhao Ji's strength, these disciples know.

The difference in strength is too great.

accepted the challenge and was beaten up, which was still disgraceful.

In other words, in this matter, the moment Zhao Ji challenged it, it was a lore.

"Shameless!"

Zhiruo looked at Zhao Ji and was extremely angry, but she could only scold like this.

"Huh."

Zhao Ji still sneered.

Just quietly staring at the sword mound.

And at the moment.

Inside the sword mound, it is a space of its own.

Zhu Xiongying was cross-legged on the sea, surrounded by extremely rich aura, pouring into his body at all times, and at the same time, there was endless sword qi, which continued to fall on his body one after another, tempering him.

"Little master, do you want to respond?"

Teacher Cang sat on Zhu Xiongying's shoulder.

What she said should naturally be the voice of the sword outside the sword mound.

"It's a nuisance."

Zhu Xiongying opened his eyes slightly.

Truth be told, he didn't want to do any of that.

The main thing is a waste of time.

But if you don't kill a chicken, the monkeys outside will become more and more rampant in the future.

Rather than this, it is better to make an example.

"Just try it too, now I have a bit of strength."

Zhu Xiongying dispersed his sword intent.

When the sword intent dissipated, these sword qi that moved because of the sword intent also disappeared.

Standing up, Zhu Xiongying walked out towards the sword mound.

The place where the sword mound is entered.

The voice of public opinion among the disciples who joined in the excitement became louder and louder, and a cup of tea had passed since Zhao Ji shouted out the sound of asking the sword, and the senior brother Zhu Xiongying was still not seen.

"Aren't you really scared?"

"You're stupid, if you were him, would you take it? Isn't this a proper way to come out and look for death? ”

"That's right, this senior brother is also a waste."

"It's a shame that the Sword God accepted him as a disciple, and he doesn't even have the courage to do so, phew!"

“………………”

All kinds of disparaging voices.

However, before the sword mound, Zhiruo breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

As long as Zhu Xiongying is determined to ignore it and not come out, then there is no need to worry at all, this challenge is not mandatory, even if Zhao Ji shouts and breaks his throat, it is useless.

At this moment, Zhao Ji's face was gloomy, he didn't expect the other party to not pick up, if this is the case, he can't help but fail to achieve his goal, but will be punished for violating the suzerain's prohibition, that is a blood loss.

"Zhu Xiongying, you are a coward, you ......"

"Stop howling, noise."

A voice interrupted Zhao Ji's voice.

All the disciples were also stunned, and they all looked towards the sword mound with wide eyes.

I saw that inside this sword mound, a figure slowly came out.

The person who came was Zhu Xiongying.

(End of chapter)