The main sword of Tianguang Peak is the sword of the Zhen Sect of the Shenyun Sect.

This sword has long been lost, and the so-called Chengtian Sword is just a scabbard.

There was no doubt that this was the biggest secret of the Shenyun Sect, and no one knew it except the Lord of the Nine Peaks.

Zhao Luoyue still doesn't know, because she left too suddenly, or maybe it was intentional, and she doesn't know many of the secrets of the Shenyun Sect yet.

Of course, the disciples didn't know about it.

The outer disciples in Nansong Pavilion, Beihemen and other places are still most concerned about when they will be able to hold the consummation of the divine realm and become inner disciples.

The sword washing disciples on the bank of the stream are most concerned about which peak they will be favored by the master of the upcoming sword inheritance conference.

Of course, what the sword disciples in the peak are most concerned about is the sword test competition once every few years, what kind of ranking they can get, and whether they can get the qualification to participate in the plum meeting.

There were more than 40 inner disciples who participated in the Chengjian Conference, among which more than 10 disciples from Nansong Pavilion received the most attention.

Zhao Luoyue was born in Nansong Pavilion, and Liu Shisui was the same.

In less than ten years, Nansong Pavilion has produced two natural Dao species, but the evaluation and treatment of the two in the Nine Peaks of Shenyun are completely different.

When the disciples of the Shenyun Sect mentioned the name Liu Shisui, they were no longer as full of admiration as they were at the beginning, full of shame and disappointment, occasionally with some sympathy, and more with anger.

When the name Zhao Luoyue was mentioned, they were more excited than ever and admired more.

Mi Songshan and Lin Yingliang finally brought back the news of the Lord of the Divine End Peak who had not returned after two years of wandering.

It was only at this time that the people of Shenyun Jiufeng knew where Zhao Luoyue had gone and what he had done in the past two years.

Slay demons along the way!

It doesn't matter which sect you are raising an evil animal, or a benefactor of the noble concubine, as long as you do evil, you will be killed with a sword!

Listening to these stories, how could the disciples of the Shenyun Sect not feel proud and honored.

What made the disciples of the Shenyun Sect feel the most happy was what happened at the Four Seas Banquet.

The Xihai Sword Sect has been acting quite arrogantly with the sword god over the years, which is very displeasing to the disciples of the Shenyun Sect.

Zhao Luoyue killed people in the palace at the Four Seas Banquet, and in the eyes of the disciples of the Shenyun Sect, he slapped the face of the Xihai Sword Sect, so happy.

The news of Jingjiu and Zhongzhou's appointment to fight the Mei Hui has also spread widely, but even if he is a fellow of the Xuanyun Sect, he ...... It's not optimistic at all.

Because his opponent may be Tong Yan of the Zhongzhou faction, the world's recognized first chess player.

Some disciples who didn't know the situation at that time were even a little dissatisfied, thinking that if he lost to the other party at that time, wouldn't it mean that the Shenyun Sect was suppressed by the Zhongzhou faction?

One afternoon, the sword-washing disciples came to the stream to rest after half a day's homework, taking advantage of the spring day to discuss something.

The Chengjian Conference is imminent, and the most discussed topic among the disciples is naturally when Zhao Luoyue will come back and whether she will recruit disciples this time.

A white cloud suddenly floated in the clear blue sky, the breath between heaven and earth changed slightly, the light and shadow on the peaks were staggered, and the large array of Xuanyun opened a passage.

A flying sword swept from the sky, drawing a straight red line.

There was a sudden silence on the banks of the stream, and then there was an uproar.

Mei Li, Lin Wuzhi, Gu Han and the others heard the sound and walked out of the Sword Washing Pavilion, looking up at the sky with different expressions.

Someone shouted in surprise: "Senior Sister Luo Yue is back!"

"It's Uncle Luo Yue!" a disciple hurriedly corrected.

"The Fluth Sword is even redder, like blood. ”

"What are you afraid of? When the sword comes out, it will inevitably be stained with blood, Uncle Luo Yue has killed demons and demons all the way, and the fairy sword is of course even more red. ”

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The blood-red sword light converged on the peak, and there was a sound of apes in the woods between the cliffs, and then there was a grinding sound, thinking that the apes were rushing to meet each other.

The apes were very enthusiastic about the return of their masters, and they showed that they missed them very much.

Jing Jiu felt a little irritable, thinking to himself how these monkeys were becoming more and more like those relatives of Shiyue Peak.

Zhao Luoyue went to the cave to bathe and change clothes.

The first thing Jing Jiu did was to move out of the bamboo chair and lie down.

In the past two years, without this recliner, he has even had a lot less time to sleep.

In addition to the bamboo chair, he also forgot to take the porcelain plate, and he had already taken it out at this time.

Zhao Luoyue wiped her slightly damp hair and walked out of the cave, and saw Jingjiu lying on the chair, holding a grain of sand in her hand, looking at the porcelain plate in a daze.

It's really been a long time since I've seen this image.

A smile flashed in her eyes.

The sand on the porcelain plate has covered nearly half of the area.

She remembered very well that when she was on the edge of the Sword Washing Cliff, it should have been one-third.

Extrapolating from the time, what Jing Jiu did should be the more difficult it is to go to the back.

It was precisely because of the porcelain plate and gravel that she firmly believed that playing chess was the easiest thing in the world for Jing Jiu.

Even Tong Yan can't be his opponent.

Just as he was thinking about this, there was the sound of hurried footsteps between the cliffs.

Gu Qing came to the peak as fast as he could, and he didn't have time to salute, so he looked directly at Jing Jiu and said, "Mei Hui?"

Jing Jiu snorted.

Gu Qing's expression changed slightly, and then asked, "Tong Yan?"

Zhao Luoyue said: "If he goes." ”

Gu Qing stood on the edge of the cliff and thought seriously for a while, and said to Jing Jiu: "You have to win." ”

Under the influence of Jing Jiu, his words are becoming less and less now, but for some reason, those monkeys in the peaks have not changed at all.

Jing Jiu turned his head to look at Zhao Luoyue and said, "Look, his state of mind is indeed peaceful, stronger than you and Shi Sui." ”

Gu Qing listened to him praise himself for being stronger than Zhao Luoyue, a little uncomfortable, thinking about Liu Shisui mentioned in his words, and said seriously: "He is having a very bad time now, I went to see him once, and he refused to see me again, I think there is really something wrong with his mentality, you should go and see it." ”

Jing Jiu did not answer.

Zhao Luoyue said: "Are you sure that nothing will happen to him?"

Jing Jiu dropped the grain of sand between his fingers and said, "I can only be sure that this is his own choice." ”

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On the fourth day of the two returning to the Xuanyun Sect, the Chengjian Conference began.

There is no difference between the arrangement at the end of Xijian Creek and three years ago, it should be because all the sects are preparing for the plum meeting, and there are many fewer guests who come to watch the ceremony, no one from Guocheng Temple, no one from Daze, and no one from the Hanging Bell Sect.

Strangely, the Wind Sword Sect, which had a general relationship with the Shenyun Sect, had sent another envoy after the last time.

The appearance of Zhao Luoyue and Jing Jiu attracted countless eyes.

Three years ago, they had also participated in the Sword Tournament, but it was by the stream, and today it is on the cliff.

At that time, they were disciples who were preparing to inherit the sword, and now they are preparing to choose the disciples who are preparing to inherit the sword.

Speaking of the rapid promotion of status, looking at the tens of thousands of years of the Xuanyun Sect, such a situation is really rare.

Of course, this is directly related to Xuanyuan's real ascension.

Looking at Zhao Luoyue and Jing Jiu, many disciples of the Shenyun Sect and even the second-generation master were inevitably a little envious, even jealous, but they knew that they did not have the courage of Zhao Luoyue three years ago, let alone the ability to climb to the peak of the end of the gods, so those jealousies and unwillingness all fell on Jing Jiu's body.

Except for a few people, no one knew what had happened that night.

Jing Jiu doesn't deal with anyone, so naturally there is no chance to explain, and he is happy to see it.

Zhao Luoyue understood his intentions, so naturally she wouldn't say anything, and she, like Jing Jiu, basically didn't see anyone.

Suddenly, a disciple by the stream said, "Look, is he still carrying that iron sword?"

"It's the sword that Uncle Mo left behind, it's wide and straight, I can't be mistaken. ”

"What's going on? Hasn't he entered the realm of Wuchang yet?"