There was a slight ripple in the air.

The next moment.

The sword qi that was like substance disappeared in an instant, and Lu Qian, who was already a little difficult to breathe, raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain.

I saw that on the top of the mountain, the handsome young man was smiling at him.

Just like the moment she first saw him in the ruined temple three years ago.

It seems that any problem in the world can be easily solved in the hands of Senior Brother Qingming.

Lu Qian didn't hesitate, raised his feet and stepped on the steps again, heading towards the top of the mountain.

...

High in the sky, Shen Yizhai looked gloomy, and his resentful eyes looked at the young man standing in the wind on the top of the mountain.

This glory that should have belonged to his own son was now obtained by this waste.

"It's just a waste in the outer courtyard, even if you are the first to climb to the top of the mountain, as long as there is no advanced condensation element, the origin sword qi will not be able to induce any immortal sword with the sword mound!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Shen Yizhai's mouth,

Then the spirit sword in his hand moved, and the majestic spiritual power rushed straight down, flying towards Shen Shenmiao, who was desperately climbing the mountain.

Rumble!

With the spiritual power pouring into his body, Shen Shenmiao slowly opened his eyes and said in surprise: "Dad! ”

He knew that this time it was his father who took advantage of the opportunity to control the Sword Shrine Great Array to help him break the oppression of the sword qi with his spiritual power.

As long as you come to the sword pool on the top of the mountain, where Ning Yuan succeeds, you will inevitably be able to trigger the fairy sword induction.

"The Primal Sword! It's mine! No one can take it away. ”

Shen Shenmiao's spirit was radiant and he climbed to the top of the mountain with his head held high.

At this time, above the sea of clouds, the elders of the family all bowed their heads one after another, and their faces were full of smug looks.

This time, there were three people who reached the top, in addition to the two disciples of the outer courtyard, and one was Shen Shenmiao from the Shen family.

For the two disciples in the outer courtyard, everyone in the audience looked a little disdainful.

In the outer courtyard of the Sword Sect, the dean had not returned to the sect for a hundred years, and as for Mo Changqing, he had not been able to enter the Dust Realm for a long time, in their opinion, it was just a flash in the pan.

After Chengjian, they Qifeng arbitrarily prescribed some conditions, and the two of them did not become members of the family.

Over the years, the outer courtyard has not produced genius disciples, but in the end, they have all become disciples of his family and master and apprentice.

...

On the top of the mountain,

Su Qingming stood in front of a pool of water surrounded by countless thick clouds.

Countless psychic ancient swords loomed in the thick clouds, ethereal and illusory, full of sword intent.

Sword Pool.

The place where the high-grade ancient sword was truly buried in the sword mound was also the place that countless Qi Induction Realm disciples dreamed of.

Sword Pond Ning Yuan. Turn the sword into your own destiny!

This is the first step in sword cultivation and the most important step in becoming a sword immortal.

The higher the quality of the Natal Sword, the deeper the mana of Ning Yuan.

As soon as Su Qingming arrived here, the rich heaven and earth aura poured into his body uncontrollably, and the originally stagnant spirit lake began to continue.

The mind sank into the spiritual lake, and the body of the Guiru Sword was wrapped with a layer of milky white mist.

With the operation of "Returning to the Ruins", several drops of spiritual liquid fell in an instant.

A majestic vortex of spiritual fluid rose abruptly, and then broke off and dispersed.

After three breaths.

Rumble!

There seemed to be a sound of the Great Dao between heaven and earth, and an extremely terrifying scene appeared in the entire sword pool.

The rich aura seemed to be swallowed by some kind of ancient giant beast in an instant, and then exploded violently again.

Countless psychic ancient swords hidden in the clouds rose up in unison.

Su Qingming stood in the sword pool, facing the cloud sea sword array churning around, and said, "I'll find a sword." ”

There was silence all around.

"A sword much stronger than all of you."

The young man's indifferent and calm words echoed in the sword pool.

There was a slight rise in the wind.

Shen Shenmiao also came to the sword pool, looking at the vision of heaven and earth in front of him, his face was full of shock.

Immortal cultivator Ning Yuan, even in the high-grade spirit pool, is just conjuring up some heaven and earth scenes.

Even Shen Shenfei, the first person of the younger generation in the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm in his family, was not as shocked as he is today when he advanced to Ning Yuan.

Ten thousand swords are silent!

It seems that this handsome young man in front of him is the supreme of the sword.

How is this possible.

The expression on Shen Shenmiao's face began to change, from shock at first, then jealousy, and then gloom.

He is a disciple of the outer court, and he is also worthy of standing next to the sword pool to inherit the sword!

Su Qingming sensed the aura of the arrival very early, and knew it as early as when Shen Yizhai used the Sword Shrine Great Array.

It's just that this is a sword mound after all, and there are countless heads and elders of the four halls and seven peaks above the sea of clouds, and he is not very easy to move.

So after releasing a trace of his origin sword qi, he waited quietly.

The Taichu Sword must be able to sense the breath of the Guiru Sword.

Any sword in the world is a person who is arrogant.

Sure enough, the clouds and mist receded, and on a high platform above the sword pool, three ancient swords, bloomed with dazzling light.

There are white-haired old men standing with their hands in their hands, there are children in Tsing Yi standing with swords, and there are red-flame women floating towards each other, without exception, they all look at the young man with some hostility.

At this moment, Shen Shenmiao's face changed suddenly when he saw the three sword spirits.

The next moment, the sword qi above the sword pool suddenly increased several times, and the pressure poured in instantly, making him speechless at all.

And Su Qingming, who was standing at the forefront, turned a blind eye to this sword aura, and said seriously: "Have you ever seen the ancient sword 'Taichu'?" ”

"Humph! You are Su Qingming from the outer courtyard? The 'Taichu' sword is the sword of the Heavenly Sword Peak, how can it be coveted. A cold voice sounded suddenly.

The three sword spirits in the field looked at the person who spoke with interest.

Su Qingming didn't speak, and quietly looked at the center of the misty sword pool.

Shen Shenmiao's face was a little embarrassed, he had obtained his father's spiritual power infusion, step by step, and after stepping on the top of the mountain, he had already advanced to the Ning Yuan Realm.

He was the first of the younger generation of disciples who came to Sword Shrine to inherit the sword this time.

Of course, the 'Taichu' sword representing the Heavenly Sword Peak was his own thing, but he didn't expect that this famous waste in the outer courtyard of the Sword Sect in front of him actually wanted this sword.

Shen Shenmiao squinted slightly, and said proudly: "If you are interested, I can let you look for swords elsewhere, the swords in the sword pool are not qualified to be inherited by you outer disciples." ”

The handsome young man turned his head, his gaze fell on the slender Shen Shenmiao, and his face showed a trace of incomprehension.

Although Su Qingming had only really stepped into the Qi Cultivation Realm for half a year, there were too many so-called geniuses in the Sword Sect who had been defeated by his sword these days.

Shen Shenmiao is the only son of Shen Yizhai, the seventh elder of the Shen family, and he should not be so lonely and unheard.

Or is it that Shen Shenmiao thinks that he is the most outstanding disciple of the Shen family, and everyone is just some local chickens and dogs in his eyes?

"What? Don't get out of here! ”

Seeing Su Qing standing there, completely ignoring himself, Shen Shen felt a burst of disgust for no reason, and couldn't help but shout again.

Su Qingming's eyes were slightly cold, and he was about to speak.

"Humph! Why do you want us to go! What are you! A voice with a hint of anger came from the other side of the sword pool.

Seeing the green-shirted figure appear, the corners of Su Qingming's mouth curled slightly.

It's Lu Qian who is here.