In the land of Gusu and Xishu, whenever the Sword Pavilion opens the mountain gate, it means that the Gusu Sword Pavilion will open the peach blossom forest, which is naturally formed and naturally contains the mysterious "Sword Pond Secret Realm".

For cultivators, the hot springs in this Sword Pond Secret Realm are extremely effective in repairing the body's dark wounds and the warmth of the Divine Soul Heart Lake.

What's more, for sword cultivation, the sword pool hot spring in this secret realm is very beneficial to the cultivation of sword intent, and it can be said to be the supreme treasure of sword cultivation!

Therefore, whenever the Sword Pavilion opens the mountain gate, and can obtain the qualification to enter the secret realm by climbing the Sword Pavilion, most of the disciples of other sects will choose to come here, whether it is a casual cultivator or other sect disciples.

The worst is the worst, being able to fight against the five masters of the Sword Pavilion is a valuable experience in itself.

However, the number of these monks is huge, so naturally they are mixed.

Shangguan Jinghong's eyes swept away coldly, but he saw three figures sitting around the table, with swords at their waists, their posture flamboyant, and their eyes looking around were full of arrogance.

All three were dressed in camel-colored robes, and the man in the lead was the oldest, with a scruffy beard, and seemed as silent as a black stone, and did not speak, but drank tea quietly; The second seat was younger, fair-skinned, and his eyes seemed to be smiling, and he did not find this offensive, as if it was commonplace, and hung a light sword from his waist; And the person who spoke out was carrying a heavy sword, which happened to be the person closest to Huai Zhi'an and Shangguan Jinghong, his face was full of flesh, and his expression and eyes were the most vicious.

These three people, just one glance can make people know clearly, they are definitely not good!

When Shangguan Jinghong turned his head to look, the fierce man who had spoken disrespectfully before was first amazed by Shangguan Jinghong's face for a moment, and there was an irrepressible look of greed on his face, and then he noticed the coldness in Shangguan Jinghong's eyes.

"What? Not convinced?"

"Third child, don't offend the fairy."

At the moment when he saw Shangguan Jinghong, the feminine man's eyes first burst into light, and then he stopped the third child with a speech, and turned his head to look at Shangguan Jinghong, his eyes soft.

"My third brother is rude and easy to speak, but he can't be brainy, and I ask the fairy to bear with me."

Shangguan Jinghong frowned, glanced at the three people in front of him, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes: "If you talk but your brain, you don't talk much, sometimes you say the wrong thing, and you may not have the opportunity to speak in the future."

"Stinky, you're cursing me? Are you looking for death?"

As soon as the fierce man heard this, he slapped the table on the spot, pointed one finger to the Shangguan, and reluctantly drew his sword with the other!

The long sword, which was wider than ordinary men and resembled a door panel, set off a violent wind in the teahouse and slashed towards Shangguan Jinghong.

"Sikong Jing, Ling Yijun, why are those three notorious guys of Zhao Jian here?"

Someone in the teahouse noticed the movement here, and when they saw the three fierce men, their faces were immediately full of hatred and disgust.

This Sikong Jing and the three of them are famous monks in the land of Gusu and Xishu, and they are still infamous.

These three people are ruthless, they usually like to do some indiscriminate things, unscrupulous means for the sake of the end, and they are even more ruthless for the sake of cultivation resources.

But the cultivation of these three people is not bad, as long as the strength of one Longmen Realm and two Shentai Realms does not provoke the existence of the Sword Pavilion and the like, it is completely enough for them to be unscrupulous in the land of Gusu and Xishu.

Seeing the third Zhao Jian make a move, Ling Yijun sighed helplessly.

This woman's face is stunning, in fact, he has quite an idea, after all, his favorite is a woman besides the spirit sword.

However, Ling Yijun didn't stop it, he also wanted to see how strong the other party was.

If it's strong, then be tactful.

It's weak, hehe, then it's better to do!

Sensing the fall of the sword, Shangguan Jinghong's expression was clear, his right hand quietly held the sword, and a wisp of sword intent locked on the eyebrows of the fierce man.

It's just that before Shangguan Jinghong could make a move, another cyan sword light like lightning burst out from the side, and a sword cut through the blade of the fierce man.

Huai Zhi'an, who was sitting on the side drinking tea leisurely, smiled lightly, his eyes fell on a young figure, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at a glance, and laughed in a low voice: "Interesting......

"To bully the few, to bully the weak, to bully a woman, you are also worthy of being called a sword cultivator?"

The young man's clear voice sounded, his appearance was delicate, dressed in white, and the young man with a righteous face glared angrily at Zhao Jian and the others.

Such a wicked person is simply defiling the way of the sword! He, Chu Ning, would never allow the sword path that he regarded as his life to be ruined by such a person!

Hearing the young man's words, Shangguan Jinghong couldn't cry or laugh in his heart: Weak woman? Are you talking about her?

Shangguan glanced at it and found that Shizun was also dumbfounded.

This kid still has a sense of justice, but his eyes don't seem to be very good, but it may also be because Shangguan Jinghong has gone to cultivate.

"Yo, and nosy? Or a little kid who hasn't even grown hair?"

Zhao Jian grinned, showing his white teeth, and prepared to fight back.

Although this kid is also in the Shentai Realm, Zhao Jian is not cowardly!

It's just that Sikong Jing, who had been sitting at the table and seemed to be indifferent to everything, finally raised his head at this time and said indifferently, "Enough!"

Hearing Sikong Jing's voice, Ling Yijun and Zhao Jian's bodies shook instantly, the temper was hot, and Zhao Jian, who was originally going to make a move, directly put away his long sword at this time, his face was full of respect, and he didn't care about the cyan sword light anymore.

Sikong Jing glanced at the young man who took out the sword, snorted coldly, stretched out his calloused right hand, and directly pinched the cyan sword light in the shocked eyes of everyone.

With a slight force, the sword light shattered instantly!

Chu Ning clenched the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, and looked at Sikong Jing, who slowly got up and looked down at him, with a huge sense of oppression, and his heart was pounding!

This Sikong Jing is a cultivator of the Dragon Gate Realm, and he is so strong that he doesn't know where to go compared to a small sword cultivator who has just stepped into the Shentai Realm.

If you really want to make a move, he can't beat just Sikong Jing, not to mention that the other party has two partners by his side.

Smack-

The crisp slap shocked everyone and surprised everyone, including Shangguan Jinghong.

Sikong Jing didn't make a move on Chu Ning, but instead landed on the left side of Zhao Jian's face with a backhand.

"Boss...... You?"

The left side of Zhao Jian's face instantly swollen, and his face was incredulous.

Smack-

Another slap landed on Zhao Jian's right cheek, and the right side of his face swollen.

Zhao Jian's painful eyes were full of tears, and he grinned his teeth, but he didn't dare to squeak anymore.

Ling Yijun on the side had a wry smile on his face, the boss's personality has always been domineering, and no one is allowed to disobey.

It's just that why is the boss like this this time? Could it be because of that kid? What kind of background does the other person have that they don't know?

After two slaps, the teahouse was silent, Shangguan Jinghong was surprised, and Chu Ning had a long mouth, I don't know why.

Sikong Jing turned around, arched his hand towards Shangguan Jinghong, and said calmly: "Although my brother has offended the fairy, I have already taught a lesson, and I ask the fairy not to worry about it anymore."

This high-minded tone made Shangguan Jinghong laugh angrily.

The other party's gesture is not asking for forgiveness, it is completely like a notice.

Without giving Shangguan Jinghong a chance to speak, Sikong Jing looked at Chu Ning, who was stunned, nodded and said:

"You are the Chu Ning who has recently become famous, at a young age, your talent is not bad."

"Chu Ning? Is he Chu Ning?"

Sikong Jing's words made the crowd explode, and they all looked at the delicate young man in surprise.

This Chu Ning has been famous for a very short time, and since he was born, it has become famous in the entire southern territory of Gusu in just one month.

The other party came all the way towards the Sword Pavilion, all the way to the chivalrous and righteous, one after another uprooted several famous bandits, and even broke through to the Shentai realm between life and death, this is something that only the world's top geniuses can do, who is not an ordinary person who breaks through and honestly finds a quiet place to retreat?

And after being promoted to the Shentai Realm, Chu Ning targeted those evil cultivators and evil demons who devoured the people every time he made a move, and there were even many demons at the peak of the Shentai Realm.

Such a rising star participating in the Sword Pavilion naturally attracted the attention of countless people.

Surrounded by everyone's surprised eyes, Chu Ning quietly straightened his back, trying to hide his little self-satisfaction.

"Ahem, yes, I'm Chu Ning!"

"You think I'm complimenting you?" Sikong Jing looked down at Chu Ning indifferently.

Being stared at tightly by those cold eyes, Chu Ning felt an invisible sense of oppression.

"There are countless geniuses in the world, and you are just one of them, do you know what is the most important thing about being a "genius"?"

Chu Ning frowned, but still spoke, "I want to hear about it."

"Don't be nosy!"

Sikong Jing cracked his mouth and smiled coldly.

"A dead genius is just a lump of rotten meat, and a naïve sword cultivator like you who still yearns for "seeing injustice on the road, drawing a sword to help" and "calming the injustice of the world with a sword" is the earliest type of person who died."

"This time, I will sell the Sword Pavilion a face, and I don't care about you, next time you dare to meddle in your affairs, or let me hear that you are meddling, I will cut off your hands, so that you have no chance with kendo in your life!"

Sikong Jing's words were not wavering, but they revealed a terrifying killing intent.

Everyone understands that Sikong Jing is not just joking.

It's just that to everyone's surprise, the young man who was only a little afraid of Sikong Jing's gaze before, at this time, he straightened his rocker in the face of Sikong Jing's killing intent threat, his demeanor was neither humble nor arrogant, and a bright and bright smile appeared on his face.

"I'm sorry, I might be disappointing you!"

"Before leaving, someone told me to treat every sword drawn as the last, and before drawing the sword, I must think about whether this last sword is meaningful if this is the last sword in this life!"

"And my answer is that even if this is the last sword in this life, if there is something unfair in front of me, my sword will not hesitate in the slightest!"

"Want to cut off my hands? Then you can give it a try! Let's see if you cut off my hands first, or if I'll clean up the three of you first!"

The smiling teenager is full of spirit, and the aura around him is flying self-confidence.

"You're toasting and not eating?" Sikong Jing narrowed his eyes.

Ling Yijun on the side and Zhao Jian, who was swollen into a pig's head, shook their bodies, knowing that this was a sign of the boss's anger.

But Chu Ning smiled and said, "I have only had two dreams since I practiced kendo, one of which is to meet the top of kendo, and take a look at the demeanor of the sword immortal who said 'The hall is full of flowers and drunk with three thousand guests, and one sword is frosty and cold in fourteen states'."

At this time, Chu Ning's face was full of longing, and he longed for the legendary sword immortal.

Shangguan Jinghong held back a smile and turned his head to look at the master on the side.

"Master, you have become someone else's dream."

Huai Zhi'an smiled a little happily, and could only say that this sentence was indeed a bit lethal to the second middle school boy.

Chu Ning raised his sword and saluted Sikong: "As for the second is 'with the sword in your hand, the matter of unevenness', you three are notorious, I don't need you to look for me, I will also look for you!"

Just when everyone thought that Sikong Jing would definitely teach this young sword cultivator who didn't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth a lesson, Sikong Jing was only silent for a moment, and then took a deep look at Chu Ning: "You are not very old, but your tone is not small, then I hope you hide well in the Flame Spirit Secret Realm, don't be found by me."

Chu Ning's face sank: "You plan to disobey the order of the Sword Pavilion?"

Sikong Jing just smiled gloomily, flicked his sleeves, and left directly with Ling Yijun and Zhao Jian in Chu Ning's puzzled gaze, and the others saw that there was no fun to see, and they all dispersed.

Ling Yijun, who walked out of the teahouse, couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart anymore, and asked Sikong Jing, "Big brother, that kid was so arrogant just now, why didn't he teach him a lesson?"

In this way, it seems that they are a little anticlimactic, and they will only talk ruthlessly.

But Ling Yijun knew that according to the eldest brother's temper in the past, he was afraid that he would directly attack and let Na Chu Ning cut the body in two on the spot!

"Huh, idiot! Do you know who the woman you provoked before?" Sikong Jing

Snorted coldly.

"That woman doesn't seem to be a big deal except for being good-looking, and if I go down with that sword, if it weren't for that stinky boy out of his sword to stop it, that woman wouldn't have had time to react." Zhao Jian was puzzled.

"It's a little strange that I haven't heard of such a good-looking woman before......

Ling Yijun touched his chin, the women of the country in the southern Xinjiang of Gusu He knew, and there was indeed no number that matched the previous woman.

Unless, that woman came from outside the southern territory of Gusu!

And there is only one such woman in the past month!

Thinking of this, Ling Yijun was shocked and exclaimed, "She is Shangguan Jinghong!? No wonder the Lishan Sword Sect sounds so familiar!"

"Shangguan Jinghong? Who?"

Zhao Jian touched his head, looking dazed.

"Idiot, I said that you should have more brains in your normal life!" Ling Yijun was also scared at this time. "The old poison of Southern Xinjiang, the Huai ** people, and the Xuanjia scale ape, all died under the woman's sword!"

"What!?"

Zhao Jian screamed, and his back was soaked with cold sweat by the way.

These names, all of them are on the same level as the boss, especially the Huai ** person, even the boss will not be easily provoked, and he died under the woman's sword!?

"That woman is so ruthless? Then why did she just stay motionless?"

"If it weren't for that kid's cross-sword, even if you don't die now, you won't have a hand at least." Sikong Jing said coldly.

"Her sword intent has already locked on you, don't do it, just because you're too weak, will you take a serious posture against an ant that bares its teeth at you?"

Zhao Jian didn't speak.

"If I do it, the woman will never sit idly by, and it will be difficult to end up then." Sikong Jing said.

"We're here to ascend the Sword Pavilion, and it's not too late to settle accounts with that kid after entering the Flame Spirit Secret Realm! He can't run! I will break his limbs little by little, and torture him until he can't survive!"

Sikong Jing's eyes are gloomy, he is the most eye-catching!

That stinky boy dares to confront him in public? He will never spare the other party easily!

"And that Shangguan Jinghong, that woman's appearance is not bad, wait for the Sword Pavilion to happen, find an opportunity to ambush her." Sikong Jing said as he walked towards the outside of Fengling City.

"No matter how strong it is? As long as we fall into the trap, we are not left to ...... like a fish belly."

It's just that before Sikong Jing could finish speaking, his words were interrupted by Ling Yijun's trembling voice on the side: "Boss...... Look ahead!"

Sikong Jing looked up, and a cold shadow had stopped their way for some time.

Qianying was tall, wearing a moire robe, and the faces of the three of them were reflected in her cold eyes, and finally locked on Zhao Jian's face.

"Sometimes I say the wrong thing, and I may not have the opportunity to speak in the future."

Shangguan Jinghong drew his sword, the dragon groaned, and the sword light soared into the sky, directly submerging Sikong Jing and the three of them!