A sword crown competition, like a magnet, will attract all kinds of forces from all directions towards the Xiling Sword Sect, from the top of the sky, those great monks who are dominating one side are gathering towards the Xiling Snow Mountain of Shu Kingdom.

Chen Qingfeng rubbed his temples with some distress, even if Huo Beizhen had heard the news that Pei Zhen and the other four people had broken the mirror one after another and Yunluo had ascended to the middle grade of Qi Gathering, it didn't make him half a point easier, at this point, he even had some doubts about his decision, was it better to put the sword crown in the future for two years, and wait for Yunluo for them to grow up?

As soon as the thought appeared, he shook his head and vetoed it, "Receiving the Heavenly Sword Sutra", Asking Sword Mountain, and Sword Crown Dabi, these are all in no order, either don't do them, or you have to do them all, Yang Hao will not be soft on his sect.

He pushed open the wooden door of the Patriarch Hall, took a deep breath of cold air, and looked at the long white air he exhaled, the sea of clouds surging in the mountains, just like the surging world situation at this moment, how can he lead the Sword Sect to fight for a future?

With Xun Wei, the national teacher of the Daduan Dynasty, taking a light plan, Chen Qingfeng, who was originally full of confidence, became restless.

The more Chen Qingfeng fidgeted, the more comfortable Chai Yupu became.

He lay leisurely in a luxurious and spacious carriage, enjoying the service of a beautiful maid, and did he still put his hands up and down, teasing the maid and laughing coquettishly, and her eyes were like silk.

His eyes are clear, all kinds of desires and enjoyments are just relaxation after some goals are achieved, or the adjustment on the road of his personal life, the head of Qingxi Sword Pond, knows very well what he wants.

With his carriage as the center, the front and back are added together, and there is a long procession.

The axles of nearly ten carriages slowly rolled over this official road, and around each carriage, there were still three or five martial artists from the rivers and lakes, and at any time the various requirements of the sword immortals on the carriage.

This team, leaving from Qingxi Sword Pond and heading in the direction of Xiling Sword Sect, has been walking for a day or two.

In the team, a young man named Wen Liang is one of the martial artists of the guard, the young man's talent for martial arts is good, and he is already a good hand in the rivers and lakes at the age of his teens, but he has no talent for cultivation, and in this era of the supremacy of cultivators, he can only be reduced to a servant-like guard.

Fortunately, the boy has a good temperament, he can see it, and he has no worries about being happy all day.

This was the first time he had followed Master out, and he was still a little free and cheerful, and he didn't take Master's admonition too seriously.

However, after an incident in the morning, he became taciturn, depressed, and very low-browed.

In the morning, when they walked to a mountain forest, a group of bandits who did not have long eyes blocked the road and robbed the road, and before they could wait for their guards to make a move, a red suit flew out of a certain carriage and easily slaughtered those five big and three rough men.

By the young man's cool side, a man who looked quite bookish sighed lightly and said in a low voice: "Since there is the Holy Son of Heaven above, why are so many people displaced, and the court is lost." ”

Wen Liang turned his head sideways, and was about to look at the man's expression, when a green light flashed, penetrating the man's temples, and then disappeared into a carriage in an instant.

The look of compassion was still fixed on the man's face, and it didn't have time to fade.

Wen Liang suddenly felt a little cold, his legs trembled slightly, and he was about to shout, a pair of firm and powerful palms pressed on his shoulders, pushing him forward.

Wen Liang was about to say something, but the master who held him on the shoulder shook his head, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and walked forward.

The procession walked slowly, and the man's body lay in the middle of the road, like an inconspicuous little stone.

Chai Yupu was very satisfied with the attitude of the rest of the team, closed his eyes again, and enjoyed the service.

That man had committed a taboo, and if any of these people dared to say a word, he wouldn't mind purging them all.

It's nothing more than raising a new batch of dogs, and people in the world who are willing to go to Qingxi Jianchi to be dogs have gone to the sea.

As long as he can achieve his goals, he can do whatever it takes, and there are no taboos;

But there are some things that he will not leave a little hidden danger and risk, and he will be cautious.

"Hehe, the master is really cautious. "A fourteen-year-old boy was lying casually in the carriage, dressed in red, eye-catching, holding a beautiful senior sister, just like his teacher, and unruly.

The senior sister has also gone through the wind and waves, or there is no decision to resolutely throw herself into his arms when the young man has just gathered his breath one day, and when those senior sisters who are aware of it react, the two have already been like glue.

So she knew that the junior brother or Ailang in front of her could evaluate the master unscrupulously, but if she said something wrong, she might be knocked into the dust, and the person in front of her might not ask for a favor for herself.

She looked at the face in front of her, as if she wanted to see the cold and cruel heart directly from her face.

"It's not a big deal to say a few words, I still have a lot of respect for Shizun, Shizun won't blame, don't worry. ”

The young man thought that the senior sister was afraid of the master, so he didn't dare to speak, and comforted him a few words.

"Shi Sheng, you also have to be careful, there may be turmoil when you go to the Sword Sect this time. ”

The senior sister spoke with concern, and there was sincerity in her eyes.

It's not an honorific title for the saint, but this genius boy who gathers energy for a day has such a very bold name in his own right.

Shi Sheng smiled nonchalantly, patted the soft wattle in his hand, and thought about the disciple of the Sword Sect who had gathered for half a day, what was it called Yunluo?

If you are just lucky enough to ascend to the sky and become famous, my Shisheng's mind can also tolerate a weak person like you, but unfortunately, you are going to come and bump into my gun, and if you don't step on you hard, how can you return me to the front of the road, a smooth road.

Thinking of this, Shi Sheng suddenly remembered the so-called first person of the younger generation of Qingxi Jianchi, yes, and you, if it weren't for you, my life would have been much more comfortable.

"Hmph!" A cold snort came from his nostrils, and Liu Chengfeng quietly sat down cross-legged in a carriage, Shi Sheng and his beautiful senior sister or lover were in the carriage behind him, and the movement inside made him disdainful.

Shi Sheng's hostility towards himself has never been hidden, and he also looks down on this most talented disciple in the history of Qingxi Sword Pool.

Great Dao cultivation, talent is enough, if so, then how could Huo Beizhen, the Sword Sect who once had infinite scenery and led the younger generation of sword cultivation, be defeated by his own sword for three consecutive years?

Go this time, Huo Beizhen, just make a break with me.

Liu Chengfeng calmed down again, and his mind was once again immersed in cultivation.

Chai Yupu played with the two daggers, rubbed against each other, and looked at the maid, "Do you know what this is called?"

The maid was suddenly asked, so nervous that she couldn't do it, and said timidly: "Dagger?"

Chai Yupu shook his head and tapped the two daggers lightly, "This is called tempering." ”

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Old man Jiang stared at him nervously, only to see that several sword rune lines had crossed each other to form, and he was almost the last stroke.

Yunluo didn't fall into the previous misunderstanding this time, didn't try to imitate any feeling again, the whole person closed his eyes and immersed himself in the induction of the vitality of heaven and earth, feeling the vitality fluttering beside him, he raised his sword and visualized the old man Jiang on the opposite side, he used his own talisman to clearly connect the heaven and earth, and swung out with a sword.

A white sword rune line slowly floated towards the previous ones, and with a light touch, the whole rune was suddenly complete, Yunluo opened his eyes suddenly, looked at Old Man Jiang and said, "Senior, here!"

Old man Jiang felt that a ubiquitous sword net enveloped him, obviously it was just a few sword qi, but because of the collusion of the runes, it made people feel like the sky was full of sword rain.

In an instant, Old Man Jiang felt a tightness all over his body, and several sword qi dragged a large amount of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to explode on his body.

Yunluo's eyes widened, wanting to take a good look at the effect of this little trick.

After the white light shone, when Old Man Jiang appeared in front of Yunluo intact, only his hair was slightly messy, and a small hole was broken in his clothes, and Yunluo's face was uncontrollably full of loss.

I practiced hard for several days, and Senior Jiang sat there without dodging or dodging, and he could only have such an effect, which was really a failure.

Old man Jiang looked at Yunluo with a strange expression, "Boy, what's wrong with you?"

Yunluo said weakly: "Senior Jiang, am I very useless, I feel that this move is not as powerful as the handsome uncle said, you have nothing to do." ”

Old man Jiang appeared beside Yun Luo like a ghost, and slapped him, "You still think I have something?!"

Yunluo hurriedly covered his head and hid to the side, explaining, "No, no, I just don't think this move seems to be useful." ”

Old man Jiang once again let Yun Luo avoid an inevitable slap, "What else do you want, you weak chicken in the second realm want to defeat me if you practice any moves!"

Yunluo's eyes lit up, and when he heard this, he meant that the power was okay? Curious: "Senior Jiang, how many realms do you have, do you think the power is good?" After speaking, he covered the back of his head without waiting for Old Man Jiang to move.

Old man Jiang looked at him with a smile, "How many realms do I have?

Yunluo was slightly impatient, "Senior Jiang, how is this trick?"

Old man Jiang put away his joking tone and said solemnly: "Under the Five Realms, one blow will be hit." ”

Yunluo opened his mouth wide, so powerful?

Old man Jiang was speechless, "If your Senior Brother Huo hadn't broken through to the Six Realms, and you could keep urging such a sword rune, maybe you would be able to defeat him." ”

Yunluo raised his hand and patted his face, is it really so strong?

Old man Jiang said solemnly: "You only have three moves at the bottom of the box now, two sword moves passed down by Ancestor Jing, and one move this tic-tac-toe sword talisman." You practice diligently these days, and you must be proficient. ”

Yunluo was a little puzzled, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Old man Jiang looked at him and said meaningfully: "Let's try to create a miracle again, and come back with a sword crown for the old man." ”

Yunluo froze in place, his face full of disbelief, "Are you crazy?"

Then, unexpectedly, he was slapped in the face.

Old Man Jiang's figure disappeared in place, leaving only a burst of laughter echoing in the valley of Xiaotiandi.