With the beginning of the Chengjian competition.

Many disciples of the ninth layer of the Qi Induction Realm are trying to find a way to get the Ning Yuan pill, among the disciples of the family, Shen Shenhao of the Shen family, the son of the seven elders of the Shen family, has outstanding talent since he was a child, and he is a rare earth-level sword body, and he has only been practicing for three years, and he has come to the level of Ning Yuan.

The disciples of the family and the master-apprentice lineage will not easily condense the yuan since they were young, but spend more time polishing the foundation, constantly tempering the spiritual power in the body, and waiting until the spiritual power can not be increased, they will start to try to condense the yuan.

This is also the fundamental reason why the Seven Great Holy Lands have stood for thousands of years without falling, and these inheritances are simply incomparable to many other major sects.

A courtyard in the inner courtyard of the Sword Sect.

Shen Yizhai's face was majestic, and his eyes fell on the son in front of him.

He has practiced for hundreds of years, ranking among the seven elders of the Shen family, and controlling the fate of countless people, but in his eyes, only this son is the most important.

Compared with the demon Shen Shenfei in the clan, although his son has a poor physical talent, his understanding of kendo far surpasses that of others in the clan.

At the age of nineteen, he had already comprehended the sword qi differentiation of one of the six potentials of the sword, and with the Shen family's "Nine Heavenly Yuan Magnetic Sword Technique", almost no one in the younger generation was his opponent.

"Daddy." Maybe the boy is in the stage of transformation, and his voice is a little rough.

Shen Yizhai asked kindly, "Mao'er, how is your cultivation lately?" ”

Shen Shenmiao raised his head and said proudly: "Dad, I have long condensed my spiritual power to the extreme, and when I practiced a month ago, I began to stop increasing. ”

Shen Yizhai nodded, this son's cultivation has always allowed him not to worry about it.

"This time the Chengjian Competition, our five surnames and seven families will send the most outstanding disciples, and we must not let the Heavenly Sword Peak fall into the line of master and apprentice, for this reason, the master sect specially lowered the decree to let you, the disciples of the ninth layer of the Qi Induction Realm, go to the sword mound in advance, and use the sword intent of the thousands of immortal swords to quench the body and condense the spiritual liquid."

This time the birth of Tianjian Peak is a major matter related to the rise and fall of the family and the master-apprentice lineage, the five surnames, and the genius disciples of the seven families who have been hidden for many years will all appear in the Chengjian Dabi, and compete with the master-apprentice lineage with all their might.

Shen Shenmiao couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and said excitedly: "Dad, great, compared to the spirit pool at home, not only is the spiritual energy in the sword shrine more intense, but also the ancient sword sword intent left by the predecessors in the sect for ten thousand years, and the spiritual liquid can be condensed to be more refined." ”

When the young disciples of the family lineage cultivated to the ninth layer of the Qi Induction Realm, there would be family elders who would arrange for them to go to the Spirit Pool Ning Yuan.

The master and apprentice are in the same vein, traveling the world to find where Ning Yuan is.

As for those outer disciples in the outer courtyard, they can only stoop to the family and the master and apprentice, or go down the mountain to seek their own opportunities.

This is also one of the reasons why the Sword Sect has a strong family and master and apprentice.

Shen Yizhai looked at this only son, and showed a doting smile for the first time.

...

Outer Courtyard.

The drizzle was hazy, and Lu Qian's hand was holding his cheeks, and he seemed to have some thoughts.

Su Qingming looked at her quietly for more than an hour, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Qian'er, what's wrong?" ”

Lu Qian sighed, looked at the green mountains in the distance, and said melancholy: "Senior Brother Qingming, I have been practicing swords in the mountains these days, and I saw that Master Mo often stood alone on the edge of the cliff, and he seemed to encounter some kind of predicament. ”

Since the little girl came to the Sword Sect, Mo Changqing has taken good care of her, and as a disciple, she naturally pays special attention to his whereabouts.

Su Qingming frowned slightly, although Mo Changqing was only in the Ning Yuan Realm now, but in terms of real combat power, even if he practiced in two lifetimes, he couldn't guess it.

As that person's only disciple, it was impossible for him to be so weak.

"Qian'er, don't worry, maybe he has encountered some cultivation doubts, and with his talent, it won't take long to break them." Su Qingming comforted.

Lu Qian nodded, his eyes a little more worried.

On the second day, the rain gradually stopped.

Su Qingming pushed open the door and walked slowly in the forest, and saw the slender figure on the cliffside from a distance.

The aura was stagnant, and the sword intent was somewhat stagnant.

If it was an ordinary Ning Yuan Realm disciple, this situation was nothing, but in Mo Changqing's case, it was a big problem.

Mo Changqing's mood was wrong.

Su Qingming was naturally able to see his current situation, even the first time he was in Cloud Sword Peak.

Kenshin is covered with dust.

The path of sword cultivation will encounter this problem, and everyone's sword heart obstacle is different, if there is no way to solve it, the realm cultivation will stagnate forever.

In his previous life, after Lu Qian's death, Mo Changqing took care of himself for many years, and in this life, Su Qingming didn't want to see him walk forward again.

"What's the name of your sword?" Su Qingming suddenly returned to the cliff and asked.

Mo Changqing was stunned.

Then a brilliant light appeared on the edge of the cliff, and the sword body was as slender as ink.

Mo Changqing looked at the spirit sword 'Mo Yang' given by the master with a confused expression.

Su Qingming followed his gaze and said lightly: "You have always imitated him in your heart, but you are not him after all." ”

Mo Changqing did not speak.

Su Qing meditated for a while, and said in a surprising voice: "In my opinion, that person has become your inner demon, perhaps, you can kill him with one sword." ”

Mo Changqing was furious when he heard this, it was ridiculous to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor like this.

"Maybe he is at the forefront of everyone in the way of the sword, but as a sword cultivator, he has always been arrogant and unwilling to be left behind."

"Confucianism pays attention to respecting teachers and respecting the way, and deliberately establishes many rules and rules for the sake of regular order."

"But my generation's sword cultivation is to break the shackles with a sword, and the way of the sword is alone."

"Over the years, you have been influenced by that man too much, learning from him to cross the gourd at his waist, learning from him to wear a long robe, and even the sword is the same as his sword."

"What is the truth, clear mind, and heaven and earth, so that you can do what you want."

Su Qing looked at him and said seriously: "You are Mo Changqing, not him!" ”

Mo Changqing's face turned pale.

Because he found that he could not refute every word of the other party.

There was silence among the peaks.

Mo Changqing raised his head, stared at the handsome young man, his lips were slightly white, and asked, "What should I do?" ”

"The heart lake has entered the obstacle, so it is naturally cut off."

Su Qingming raised his feet and walked down the mountain and said, "Of course, it's not for you to behead that person." ”

The courtyard was quiet again.

Mo Changqing stood on the edge of the cliff in a daze, did not speak for a long time, the only thing that changed was the eyes, which gradually became more and more clear from the initial confusion.

I don't know how long it took, he closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Jiu Mao, the sword rises!" ”

The ink-like spirit sword trembled slightly.

...

Su Qingming stopped at the steps at the foot of the mountain, as if waiting for something.

Half an hour later, an extremely astonishing sword aura erupted from the peak, followed by a sword roar like a cocoon breaking through and being reborn.

This sword roar was extremely clear, and there was no suppression at all, resounding throughout the entire Sword Sect.

Countless people looked at the mountain in unison.

The corners of Su Qingming's mouth curled slightly, revealing a smile.