Outland, another sect.

Several deacons were gathering in the council chamber.

"Didn't you hear me right? Sima Daoyou of Lingxiao Sect lost more than ten moves to the kid surnamed Lu?" An old man heard the report of his subordinates and shook his head for a moment.

Middle-aged monk said:

"Uncle Shi, the news that came back is indeed true, it is absolutely true. I didn't expect Sima Daoyou to be so vulnerable. I'm afraid the Ling Xiao Sect will admit defeat this time."

Hearing this, the other gray-robed foundation monk shook his head:

"It's not that Sima Daoyou is weak. During the period when Qingyun Domain was sealed, I have dealt with Sima Daoyou for many years, and his strength should not be underestimated, and you and I are probably not his opponents. It's the road to the north that really geniuses. Before coming to the Lingxiao Sect, there were already three sects on the Southern Barbarian Domain's side that had been defeated by Lu Xiangbei's hands."

The old man stroked his beard:

"In this way, it seems that the road boy continues to move eastward unstoppably. Maybe the next sect he chooses will be my sect."

The middle-aged monk pondered:

"Uncle Shi, the Ling Xiao Sect is in the period of reconstruction, and if it is defeated, it will be defeated. But if our sect also loses to Lu Xiangbei one-sidedly, it will be a big blow to the momentum of the sect Changhong. Or? Find a way to avoid it?"

The old man's face was grim:

"How is the growth of my sect? Is there a chance that the boy will win?"

The robed monk shook his head:

"Senior Brother Cheng and Master Sima Feng are on equal footing. Judging from the news from Ling Xiao Sect's side, Lord Sima Feng had almost no power to fight back under that sword, and Senior Brother Cheng was probably not an opponent."

The old man's face was unusually ugly:

"It's so strong. It seems that the eastward journey of the road boy is a foregone conclusion. I will personally report this matter to the head of the sect to see if there is a way to introduce Lu Boy to other sects as much as possible. The nephew continued to inquire about the movements of the Lu Boy in the Lingxiao Sect."

"Yes."

「......」

Little Bamboo Peak.

Chen Ping returned to the cave, practiced the exercises for a while, thought about it, and went to the mountain behind Xiaozhufeng.

Cultivating the 'Qingmang Sword,.

His Qingmang Sword had already entered the 'Grandmaster, rank' many years ago.

But after this level, the cultivation of this secret art becomes more difficult, and not every swing of the sword can increase a little proficiency.

It is necessary to practice a complete set of swordsmanship, and in this process, there will be a hidden mind to constantly guide Chen Ping to comprehend the mysteries, correct mistakes, and achieve the most exquisite movements.

Only by completing a complete set of movements can you increase your proficiency a little.

This process makes progression very slow.

But it produced huge benefits, allowing Chen Ping to comprehend this swordsmanship more and more deeply, and even think about the reason.

Sometimes they even have the idea of creating their own swordsmanship based on it.

However, given that he had only built the foundation, his cultivation and state of mind were not enough to support his own spells. The difference in realm made him decide not to act rashly.

For the sake of prudence, I chose to continue to practice the current sword technique step by step.

Now.

The mind moves.

1080 cyan swords instantly appeared in the air, forming a dense sword shield around Chen Ping.

The universe is reversed, and the rigidity and softness are combined;

The green mangs come out, and ten thousand swords return.

Under the silent recitation of the mantra, the 1080 swords quickly rotated, 'duang~duang~duang~, all into one.

A huge cyan sword with a devastating sword aura instantly appeared.

With this momentum, it is necessary to strengthen the big sword that goes north.

'Close! ，

Chen Ping didn't strike out this sword, but his mind moved slightly and retracted Qingmang.

I looked at the panel.

[Qingmang Sword Technique (Grandmaster): 888/1000. 】

As a difficult secret art, the Qingmang Sword is indeed strong.

Chen Ping raised his head and glanced at the tall tower on the top of the main peak.

It is said that the Qingmang Sword is an exclusive secret art founded by the founding ancestor of the Lingxiao Sect, and it has always been a secret book in the early years, and it is rarely open to disciples.

Then, because no one had been able to comprehend the true meaning for many years, Ling Xiao Sect was afraid that the inheritance would be broken, and even doubted whether the secret technique was imperfect.

After that, this secret art was gradually opened up and allowed to be practiced freely by the disciples.

That's right, too.

Chen Ping has been practicing this secret art since he entered the foundation building, and now it has been more than 20 years, and he has not yet cultivated to the realm of 'Great Perfection'.

This will only be more difficult for other monks who don't have a 'panel'.

It may not be easy to get to Xi Jinping.

The next day, in the afternoon.

When Chen Ping was brewing wine on Xiaozhu Peak, the Nine Shades Colorful Cicada suddenly flew back.

Under the sharing of the picture, Chen Ping saw Brother Lu heading towards the forest to the east.

'Finally moved?' ，

Chen Ping had been paying attention to Brother Lu's every move during this time, and when he practiced ordinary spells, he did so in the wasteland.

But when I practiced the ultimate sword secret technique, I always went to the forest.

Obviously didn't want to be looked at.

Chen Ping looked at the early sky, thought about it, made a little preparation, and secretly walked out of the sect quietly.

After entering the forest, he stopped and seriously changed his appearance.

gave himself the image of Guan Erye.

Then continue to the east.

......

The other side.

Lu traveled nearly a hundred miles north and east, and then chose a secluded place, and after arranging the warning talisman on the periphery, he tried his trick swordsmanship.

Five days had passed, his body had fully recovered, and he needed to know if he still had a problem with his special move.

He despised all opponents in words, but he attached great importance to deeds.

After a try, everything was fine.

Suddenly, his mind moved.

Lu looked north at the periphery of the forest, sat down on a piece of green rock, gently rubbed the sword body with one finger, the spiritual power flowed, and the forbidden lines on the sword body were folded and shining.

"Since you came, but you didn't dare to show up, this is the hospitality of the Ling Xiao Sect?" Brother Lu didn't raise his head, and said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, a figure fell lightly dozens of feet away.

The person who came was Chen Ping.

Lu Xiangbei sneered, but still didn't look up:

"You're alone? It's not easy to assassinate me, right?"

Chen Ping had no expression on his face:

"On behalf of the Ling Xiao Sect, come to fight."

Hearing this, Lu Xiangbei raised his head slightly for the first time, his eyes narrowed slightly.

But just looking up, Brother Lu, whose eyes were slightly narrowed, suddenly froze... This man's face is so red, his beard is so long, and his eyes are so small.

No, this man's eyes are not open.

Is he laughing at me?

Damn it.

Lu Xiangbei was a little angry, but he was able to cultivate his qi, and his mood quickly returned to normal, and there was no fluctuation:

"You go back, I'll only fight with the strongest in the Ling Xiao Sect."

Chen Ping raised his head slightly:

"I am the strongest foundation of the Ling Xiao Sect."

"Okay." Lu Xiangbei just wanted to say, 'Okay, since you are the strongest monk in the Lingxiao Sect, why do you sneak here and fight openly in the wasteland, isn't it?' ，

But as soon as the words were spoken, Chen Ping suddenly moved.

Dense green rays instantly appeared in the sky.

... This damn red-faced old thief doesn't talk about martial arts so much.

But what sudden tricks have you not seen in the north? He sneered, his eyes unintentionally widened, and the rabbit used his trick in the middle of nowhere.

'Look contemptuously, glancing at the sky full of green light.

But as soon as this divine consciousness 'looked, the road was shocked.

Qingmang gathered in the blink of an eye, and the coercion became greater again and again, and in a fraction of a breath, it was so big that he felt that he felt miserable to breathe when he was heading north.

It was as if the spirits had been suppressed.

After coming to Lingxiao Sect, Lu Xiangbei completely opened his eyes for the first time in the five decisive battles.

Not just open completely, but widen.

He knew he had an opponent.

As a sword cultivator, he naturally knew how strong the Qingmang Sword in front of him was. This was the strongest blow he had encountered since he walked out of the sect.

Lu Xiangbei roared, and the ancient sword in his hand slammed to the ground, and suddenly flew out. A steady stream of spiritual power was poured into the sword body.

As a sword cultivator, the sword is life.

This sword, he used all his strength.

"Break!"

With a roar, the ancient bronze magic sword soared into the sky, welcoming the green mangs in the sky.

At the same time, a huge green sword swished, and the ground fell from the sky as if it was about to tear the void, and the air emitted a dazzling halo in the friction, and the halo dragged out a long tail.

"Bang~"

Qingmang VS Gu Jian.

Virtual vs. real.

A huge shock wave, centered on the twin swords, rippled out, and the birds and beasts more than ten miles away jumped for a while.

The road looked up to the north, and it changed from a silent recitation of the law to a roaring law, and bundles of pure spiritual power formed the firmest support of the ancient sword.

And then.

Duang...

Under the duel with the invisible Qingmang, the ancient sword didn't hold on to half a breath, and suddenly dropped by half a point.

Duang...

Duang... Duang... Duang...

The ancient sword completely collapsed, emitting a violent concussion of 'Boom Clang', and was immediately knocked away. As if it had lost its center of gravity, the ancient sword flew out in a spiral.

A big tree was cut off by the ancient sword's sword qi, and until the ancient sword disappeared into the ground, the ancient tree was like a tree otter with a very long reflection arc, rumbling and breaking at the waist, and the cut surface was flat.

In mid-air, after the resistance disappeared, the huge green mangs swept straight into the road to the north.

Lu Xiangbei was under the huge coercion, and his face was hideous.

The sword qi seemed to tear apart, not giving him any respite. Lu Xiangbei knelt uncontrollably on the ground, as if he saw the end of his life in the green mang.

But just when it was still a few feet away from the road to the north, the green mangs suddenly disappeared.

The coercion in the air disappeared in an instant.

Lu Xiangbei suddenly looked at the red-faced long-bearded monk in the distance, and the monk's eyes narrowed slightly, as if they had not been fully opened the whole time.

"Dare to ask what to call a Taoist friend?" Lu staggered to his feet to the north, his face pale.

The red-faced monk said lightly:

"Peak Ancient Tower, Second Master Guan."

"Lingxiao Sect needs to be stable, and I hope that Daoist friends will leave Qingyun Domain as soon as possible."

The Ancient Tower?

Second Master Guan?

What a domineering name.

"Okay," Brother Lu took a slight breath, then came back to his senses, but was about to say, 'Well, since I have been defeated, I will leave. Thank you for your mercy. ，

But as soon as he said a 'good, word', I found that the other party had disappeared.

I couldn't help but twitch the corners of my mouth.

Chen Ping succeeded with a sword and immediately retreated.

He looked easy at that move just now, but in fact it was a full blow, and he continued to inject spiritual power, continued to cast spells, and his spiritual power was also consumed a lot.

The sword that leads to the north is indeed not weak.

If you stay any longer, you won't even be able to maintain Guan Erye's demeanor.

However, maintaining Guan Erye's cup, Fan is beneficial, so that no one will associate Guan Erye with him.

The greater the contrast, the better.

Chen Ping secretly returned to Xiaozhufeng and continued to brew wine, as if nothing had happened

It happened.

......

Two hours later.

Scattered City.

After the completion of the Scattered Cultivation City, a Scattered Workshop City was opened in the city. Fang Market is still the most lively place in the city, with a dazzling array of things and a flow of people.

In front of a stall.

"Did you hear that? The monk surnamed Lu is ready to go home."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, just go to the wasteland and see it, the banner in front of the dwelling that reads, 'All the ants on the foundation have been torn off.'"

"Shall we wait for Ling Xiao Sect to admit defeat?"

"Admit defeat? I heard that the road was lost to the north."

"Tried again? Why haven't you seen any movement?"

"It is said that it was fought in the forest, and no one saw it. Guess who you lost?" A goatee monk laughed.

The place of the battle is nearly a hundred miles away from the Scattered Cultivation City, and it is in the forest, and the battle that took place is short, and it is only one move, so there is basically no movement heard on the side of the Scattered Cultivation City. On the contrary, some monks who were active in the forest heard the movement, and it was not even ruled out that some people had seen the vision, but most of them did not think about the 'duel'.

"Who? Who has that ability? I was able to win Brother Lu."

After all, Lord Sima Feng lost.

The goatee friar leaned in:

"Monk of the Blue Sword."

Blue Sword Monk?

The legendary Blue Sword Monk?

Hearing this, everyone raised their necks and gasped.

"Really? Did you see that?"

"What see? Someone with good deeds asked, and Brother Nalu said it himself, and said what is the name of Guan Erye, and the killing move is a huge and incomparably large Qingmang sword."

"Shhh

The huge Qingmang Sword, isn't that the killing move of the Qingjian Monk?

I didn't expect that the Blue Sword Monk was actually more powerful than Brother Lu!

Another place in Fang City.

Also hearing the news was Ji Yan.

Unlike other monks, when Ji Yan heard the word 'Qingjian Monk', the first thing that came to mind was Chen Ping.

I'm not sure, but I always think it's a possibility.

Unlike when he first heard about the Qingjian Cultivator a few years ago, after going through so many things, his intuition told him that Chen Ping was by no means simple.

Thinking of the two of them who were both the weakest foundation builders in Cloud City...

Between people, it really can't be compared.

......

Peak. The head of the house.

Wei Sui glanced at the tower at the top of the peak and sighed lightly.

The five-day period has arrived, and it is still necessary to admit defeat after all.

No one won the road to the north.

But at this moment, Ning Xiaoqi hurriedly knocked on the door of the master's mansion.

"What's wrong?" Wei Sui saw that Ning Xiaoqi was in a hurry, and he didn't know what was going on.

"Master." Ning Xiaoqi bowed and said slowly:

"Brother Lu is defeated."

"Defeated?" Wei Xun was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know what Ning Xiaoqi was talking about.

"What do you mean? Defeated by whom?"

Ning Xiaoqi explained what she had seen and heard, but she didn't believe it at first, so she had to go to find a way to the north.

Although Lu Xiangbei is arrogant and has no one in his eyes, he is also a person who dares to act.

The original story of the incident was told as it was.

"Are you saying that the one who defeated Lu Xiangbei was a monk named 'Second Master Guan, who claimed to be the strongest foundation builder in the Lingxiao Sect? It is also said to be from the 'Peak Tower,?' Defeated in just one move, Lu Xiangbei?" Wei Sui's eyes widened.

I just feel that my mind is full of chaos.

It's all about whatever.

"yes. Master, isn't there only a sculpture of the Ancestor in the tower on the peak?" Ning Xiaoqi also felt incredible.

Oh, yes.

There is only a sculpture of the ancestor in the tower at the top of the peak.

Isn't it that the ancestor has been reincarnated?

The current cultivation has reached the late stage of foundation building?

That's right, that Qingmang sword... According to Brother Lu's description, the green sword... Isn't it the Qingmang Sword Technique created by the Ancestor himself?

But in that case, why didn't the ancestor show up?

It's incredible.

At the same time, Wei Sui thought about all the possible candidates who could defeat Lu Xiangbei.

Isn't it that some foundation building monk doesn't want to show his hole cards? I deliberately lost in the duel, and now I secretly went to find a way to the north?

Wei Sui shook his head.

He even thought about Chen Ping again.

This style is very similar to Chen Ping.

But the next breath denied his own ideas.

I don't think it's likely. Chen Ping can always bring some surprises, but mainly in the search for the formation eye, the cultivation is quite advanced. Other than that, everything else can only be regarded as ordinary.

Moreover, it has only been promoted to the seventh floor of the foundation.

How is it possible to win the road to the north that hovers on the edge of the great perception?

Wei Sui only thought about it for a moment, and then turned to think about something else.

Anyway, that's a good thing. ，

Whoever secretly won Brother Lu can slowly find out, and besides, this person has no malicious intent.

At present, the most important thing is to take advantage of this opportunity to make a good declaration and increase the cohesion and influence of the Ling Xiao Sect.

That's the big deal right now.

......

Scattered City. Yunfu.

Yun Haitang was shocked when he heard about the duel between Monk Qingjian and Monk Lu.

Others didn't know who the Blue Sword Monk was, but she knew it clearly.

She took a deep breath, glanced in the direction of Xiao Zhufeng, and hurriedly walked out of the Cloud Mansion.

When I came to Xiaozhufeng, I saw that Chen Ping was making wine, and hurriedly stepped forward:

"You're not hurt, are you?"

Chen Ping turned around and saw Yun Haitang with a nervous expression, and said lightly:

"What can I hurt? It's okay. Why are you here?"

Yun Haitang stepped forward to look at Chen Ping uneasily, and after confirming that Chen Ping was really fine, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"When I heard that the Blue Sword Monk defeated Lu Xiangbei, I came right away, it's okay."

She was just a little shocked.

A few years ago, she and Chen Ping fought against Ding Changshan, who was a half-step Jindan, and she almost fell, and finally killed Ding Changshan, and the price was not small.

And now, his own man actually has the ability to defeat the powerhouse of the ninth layer of the foundation alone.

"What? The first time I knew that your man was strong?" Chen Ping took her hand and sat down beside her, smiling and teasing.

Yun Haitang heard Chen Ping's pun, his face flushed slightly, and he said angrily:

"You won't let me help you keep an eye on it. If something goes wrong, it's dangerous."

Chen Ping actually knew that she was somewhat blamed in her heart for not telling her before making such a dangerous decision, and maybe she was also a little lost in her heart.

He patted the back of her hand:

"Don't worry, I have thoroughly evaluated the strength of both sides before the trip, and I am absolutely confident that I can beat him."

"Moreover, judging from the news I heard, the character of the road to the north is still passable, and there has been no death in several duels."

"Since the risk is controllable, and it can be exchanged for the stability of the Ling Xiao Sect, it is worth it to secretly make a move. Honestly, I don't want to live like the chaos I used to have."

Yun Haitang nodded:

"Hmm."

didn't say anything more, just tilted his head slightly and leaned on Chen Ping's shoulder.

I feel unusually safe.

(End of chapter)