Meng Juntong was slightly stunned, and then understood Ah Wen's opinion.

On the path of cultivation, there is indeed a need for such an existence as a sword test, just like those immortal sects, the competition between the same sect is generally to retain strength and keep hands, and under normal circumstances, they will be afraid of hurting their fellow disciples, and such a competition is very limited for the improvement of cultivators. This is also why many martial artists will give up practicing in the Shanmen sect when they cultivate to a certain extent, but will choose to enter the rolling rivers and lakes to practice, and some even directly join the army, go to the front line to kill the enemy, and boil their martial arts and martial arts between life and death.

In recent years, there have been many super-first-class martial arts masters in the Six Kingdoms, and they have all been boiled out in the rolling iron-blooded battlefield.

But Xianmen is different from martial artists, there are many means of immortals, but in terms of killing power, it is far inferior to martial artists, especially the monks of Xianmen are generally weak in physical cultivation, if they are injured on the battlefield, it is likely to be a lifelong disability, and it may even be directly killed by mistake in the chaos, so even if these Xianmen disciples go to the battlefield, it is also in the rear.

Moreover, cultivators have the rules and regulations of cultivators, if they use the immortal arts they have cultivated to kill mortals on a large scale, they will be cursed by the heavens. Therefore, the battlefield was not chosen by the disciples of the Immortal Sect.

But if you don't take the road of the battlefield, the elders and masters of the Immortal Sect are not without a way to boil and train the genius disciples under their own sects.

Some of them will let their disciples go down the mountain to subdue demons and eliminate demons, enter the ancient mountain miasma forest, and hunt for demons and spirits to fight to boil the Dao heart, but this will be relatively dangerous, because there will be some powerful monsters in those primitive wild places, even the ancestors in those immortal sects can't guess it, even if they send a disciple to accompany them on the path of cultivation, it is very likely that they will die in the end.

Therefore, there are some powerful sects of cultivating immortals in the world, and they have hit the idea on these mountain and river gods who have been enshrined by the emperor, and they know very well that with the momentum of the sect, these mountain and river gods do not dare to kill their disciples, especially these disciples will carry the tokens of the sect on their bodies, in order to show their identity.

Even if he accidentally killed a god of mountains and rivers, with the prestige of the immortal gate above the court, he could find a reason to settle this matter casually.

Meng Juntong and the three of them have no such background, there is no trial or trial for them along the way, and every opponent they meet is staring at their necks and heads.

At the moment, this opportunity seems to be really good, and the opponent is neither as disparity in strength as Lu Weilou, nor is there the supernatural and extraordinary appearance of the black and white python. The best goal of this is to pick the one that is less than you, preferably one that is one line higher.

Let's take the previous battle with Wei Wuji as an example, the peak duel directly made Meng Juntong's martial arts cultivation completely enter the place of the little grandmaster, and the realization in that peak state is simply the battle that Wu Xiu dreams of, including for Wei Wuji, the effect of that battle is comparable to his conscientiousness, getting up early and feeling dark for a whole year of hard work.

Thinking of this, Meng Juntong raised his eyes and looked at the flying sword boy in the fierce battle on the surface of the Luojiang River: "Anice, that kid is handed over to you, do you dare to make a move?"

Agnis was stunned: "Master, you're not mistaken, I'm a martial artist, that's an immortal cultivator, how can I fight him?"

Ah Wen smiled and mocked on the side: "I know that talking about others, it's really not cowardly to myself, tsk, the exotic little golden retriever is really still unreliable." ”

Anice's face turned red all of a sudden: "Who said I was scared, I just ...... I'm just ......" Agnis held back for a long time, and suddenly grabbed the placket of Awen's clothes: "They are fighting on the river, I can neither fly against the wind nor ride the waves, how can I fight him!"

Ah Wen seemed to be waiting for Aynis to say this, and said with a smile: "That means that if I can send you to the river, you will dare to fight the boy of the Bixiao Gate?"

"Then why don't you dare? See if I don't beat him to the surface of the river and rub it. Agnis said angrily.

"Well, voila. Ah Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers lightly tapped three times on the sword-raising gourd on his waist, and then pulled up the lid of the gourd, and heard two swishing sounds, and two small flying swords that were crystal clear and seemed to be condensed by wine syrup slipped out of the sword-raising gourd.

Agnis looked at the scene in front of her in surprise: "You really have a flying sword in your gourd." ”

"This can still be fake," Ah Wen's fingers swiped in the air, and the two flying swords obediently circled and flew to a stop in front of him.

Meng Juntong looked at the two flying swords that Ah Wen controlled, and subconsciously touched his little vermilion gourd, which was the sword-raising gourd given to her by Hongzhu Niang before leaving.

"Are you going to give this little sword to Xiao Ai?" Meng Juntong asked.

Ah Wen gave her a blank look: "These are two of my natal flying swords, she wants my life! ”

"The devil wants your lifeline," Agnis took a sip with a red face, but she was still curious about how she was going to use the two small swords: "Is your lifeline too small, you see that other people can step on it, I don't think it can stand me." ”

Ah Wen's face was strange, it was the first time that he was told by a girl that his life was small, and his self-esteem as a man made him a little sad.

He turned his hand in front of him with one hand, and the two flying swords swooped directly into the ground as if they were enlightened.

"Oops," Agnis snapped softly, feeling two tremendous forces slowly lifting her up from the ground, as if two palms were holding her up.

It was only when Agnis finally stabilized her body that she was surprised to find that she had risen nearly a foot into the air, and many people below, including the ordinary people watching the battle by the river, were looking up at her.

"Afraid of something, stride and run. Awen beckoned from below.

Agnis hesitated, but decided to trust Awen once, and sure enough, she jumped out in a big stride, and just when she thought she was about to step into the air, a flying sword appeared in front of her toes in time.

Then the second, the third, and the fourth, Aenis became more and more accustomed to the feeling of speeding through the air, and wherever she jumped, the little sword would wait there first, and she didn't have to worry about stepping into the air.

"Now you can get on. Awen shouted from below.

Where is there still a need for Awen's urging, Agnis shouted to the bottom, "Xiao Yu, throw my Canghai War Spear up." ”

Bai Yu shook Anice's war spear in response, and was picked up by Ainis: "Master, just take a look, today I will let you see how the martial artists torture the immortals!"