At the top of Qingcheng Mountain, there is an inverted peak mountain suspended above the sea of clouds.

Its upper Taoist palace is majestic, more than 100 rooms in a row, and it is a fairy atmosphere.

In the main hall, twelve monks in green robes and long swords stood with their hands down, and on the throne in the middle sat an old man with white hair and his eyes closed.

"Born with a vision. Can you feel this earth-shattering sword intent?"

The leader of the person arched his hand and said: "It has been found that there is indeed someone who has sword intent to touch the sky." Master, do you want to include it in Qingcheng?"

The old man smiled and said, "No. The teacher sensed that the person's location was in the direction of the Heartless Sword Sect. Jingwei, you go and investigate, see if this son has a demonic heart. ”

Jingwei was the only woman among the twelve, with a delicate face and a temperament as indifferent as white water, as if nothing could be placed on her heart.

She couldn't help but be surprised: "Master, have you sensed demonic energy?"

The old man shook his head, "Not sure." So, you go and find out. Don't reveal your identity. ”

"Yes!"

Jingwei Zhenren shook her body, and then turned into a storm and rushed away.

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Inside the mountain gate of the Heartless Sword Sect, the seven senior brothers gathered together again and sighed.

They were certainly not blind, and they had seen the celestial elephants.

What if this movement is really caused by Uncle Xiaoshi?

How else can you beat his arrogance?

Although they knew that this possibility was very slim - an amateur who cultivated a sword for the first time could startle the vision, what kind of strength did the monk live in that day, so he just found a piece of tofu and killed his head.

Intellectually they don't believe it.

But emotionally, they vaguely think that this thing was done by Uncle Xiaoshi.

So they got together and waited for Uncle Xiao to come back.

Therefore, when they saw a little uncle in tattered clothes, with a dark face and curly hair appearing at the door, everyone was in despair.

It's him, it's him, it's him!

Zhang Jingchen smacked his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Little uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Not only him, but the other six people also had extremely wonderful faces, as if it was not Qianyongjiu who was struck by lightning, but them.

Qian Yongjiu was helpless, spread his hands and said: "Alas, it's just angry with me! I didn't come up with a hexagram, but I just used the hexagram to calculate the true meaning of the sword, that's it! Master and nephew, you say, is there still heavenly reason? That's it, I will be struck by lightning! It is also because of my strong bones, otherwise I will not be hacked to death?"

Zhang Jingchen touched his chest with his hand and let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, fortunately, Uncle Xiao is a novice, and he doesn't know what's going on at all, so he made up for it himself.

This expression fell on Qianyongjiu's eyes, and he was immediately a little moved.

Xindao, although they haven't known each other for a long time, they really regard me as a relative, and they are so concerned about me.

"Senior nephew, don't worry, I'm fine, uncle. However, after being struck by lightning, I felt that the true yuan had skyrocketed again, and there was a faint condensation orientation. Senior nephew, you say, could it be that I want to cross the foundation and directly build the Jindan Avenue?"

Zhang Jingchen rolled his eyes and said in his heart: You can forget it quickly. After living for more than 400 years, I have never heard of anyone who has directly cultivated into a golden pill.

Although he thought so, he pretended to have a nonchalant look on his face: "Uncle Xiao, you think too much." The rice must be eaten one bite at a time, the sword must be accumulated little by little, and if you want to ascend to the sky in one step, nine out of ten will have an unstable foundation and fall into the devil's path. By the way, Uncle Xiao, how are you cultivating in the way of the sword?"

Hearing this, Qian Yongjiu's spirit was lifted: "Senior nephews, take a look, junior uncle, is my kendo good or not? I'll give you a drill - this has taken me ten hours!"

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched.

Ten hours?

You're going to make this kind of movement in ten hours?!

Sure enough, the ancients were right: genius or something, it's really annoying.

Qian Yongjiu took off the whiteboard sword, held the hilt of the sword, and took a deep breath.

In a flash!

His whole person's momentum changed suddenly, and even his person was like a divine weapon, revealing an incomparably sharp aura, as if he was about to cut through the void!

Qianyong Jiuda shouted: "Everyone, look carefully!"

He swung his sword!

I saw the cold light explode and disappear in an instant, leaving a deep ravine on the ground.

Qiu Xiaozhou laughed, and the shape of her mouth almost revealed her words: "That's it?"

Mo Liuyun's hands were quick and immediately covered her mouth.

Except for Qiu Xiaozhou, everyone's faces changed.

They looked at each other in disbelief.

Zhang Jingchen even took an arrow step in front of Qianyongjiu, he squatted down and stroked his fingers to get the sword marks.

In an instant, forty-nine swords.

He saw that there was lightning coming out of the sword.

He heard the sound of thunder coming out of the sword.

It seems that there are still traces of flame burning in the sword marks.

Zhang Jingchen said with a straight face: "Little uncle, have you comprehended more than one sword intent?"

Qian Yongjiu hadn't actually calculated it carefully, and he didn't know anything about it at all. At first glance, when he heard Zhang Jingchen ask, he couldn't help but be stunned, and only after a while did he speak:

"Seems to be, isn't it? speed, the sword is like thunder. Sharp, indomitable. The meaning of abundance in the handover of thunder and fire - senior nephew, you are so serious, my sword cultivation is biased?"

"It took you ten hours to realize?"

"That's right. Isn't it too fast? Just like the mud bodhisattva said, castration is too strong, fate is bound to end early, and as you said, it will be unstable?"

Zhang Jingchen really looked at the junior brothers and sisters with some difficulty, his eyes were full of helplessness and sadness.

What he meant, except Qiu Xiaozhou, everyone else understood: Why is the gap between people so big? What should we do? How else can we fight him?

However, who is the mud bodhisattva.

"Senior nephew, why don't you speak? Could it be true? Uncle, I am mistaken?" Qian Yongjiu thought that the situation was serious, and he was really in danger of going mad, and he couldn't help but be a little anxious: "Don't say that I can count the hexagram, and count the good luck." Stand far away, for it will not be good if you are struck by lightning. ”

Say, what do I say, how do I say it?

Say you're fast or you're slow?

Even Zhang Jingchen, who was good at bluffing, was speechless for a while, and he looked at his extremely senior brother and sister for help. Unexpectedly, these unreliable ones actually took a step back, as if they were really afraid of this little uncle's hexagram.

That's pretty obvious.

You can do it yourself, I can't wait.

Zhang Jingchen sighed.

This time, Qian Yongjiu misunderstood, thinking that his cultivation had really gone wrong. He was a little incredulous.

Then he made up for his own brain and forcibly relieved the tension, and then said: "It's actually nothing to enter the demon." Nie Feng is not very strong when he enters the demon, and he can still come to his senses. ”

Zhang Jingchen said in his heart, don't you even take it seriously when you enter the demon?

No, this momentum must be pressed to death anyway!