Antares stretched out an oil-paper umbrella, and her heart throbbed inexplicably: "Sect Master, why did it suddenly rain so heavily tonight." ”

She also knows a little about celestial phenomena, but this violent thunderstorm came suddenly, without any warning beforehand.

Mu Qing glanced back in the direction of the Four Seasons Villa, his face was strange, and he said in his heart: "Heaven and man feel each other, yin and yang are in harmony, what kind of monster is he." ”

The sympathy between heaven and man is among the monks, and it is also a characteristic that belongs only to the most intelligent monks. Ji Xiao is not yet a formal monk, but he has already realized this realm, even if it is a coincidence, it is one in a billion.

Even if Mu Qing existed, he couldn't judge how Ji Xiao did it. In fact, if Ji Xiao was an ordinary person, even if he accidentally felt like heaven and man, his personal will would be assimilated by the vast will of heaven and earth and lose himself, but Ji Liao's soul was very special, so that he easily accepted this realization without any discomfort.

Therefore, this thunderstorm born of the sympathy of heaven and man still exists.

Mu Qing couldn't figure it out, so he simply kept silent, turned around and continued to move forward.

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Feeling the abnormality of this heavy rain, it was not only Mu Qing and the others. In the twilight season, where few people fought with the young men of the Qingwei faction, someone braved the pouring rain and walked quickly.

The clothes on his body trembled slightly, so that the raindrops bounced off him as soon as they fell on him. It is rumored among the martial artists in the rivers and lakes that when martial arts are practiced to a high depth, "a feather cannot be added, and flies and insects cannot fall", and it is obvious that people who come have similar abilities.

The heavy rain washed away much of the remaining breath of the day, but the young man's flying sword was still buried in the muddy water. The person who came slapped his hand, and the flying sword in the muddy water suddenly jumped into the air and landed in his hand.

The person who came was first shocked, and then said angrily: "Chong Lingzi is one of the sword wielders that our Qingwei Sect has painstakingly cultivated over the years, if you kill him, no matter who you are, you have to pay for his life." ”

He slashed the ground with the flying sword, and immediately a crack several zhang long and several feet deep appeared.

After venting their anger, they ran southwest on muddy water. It turned out that at this moment, the thunder and lightning were great, and even if he had the magic power of transforming the sword light, he would not dare to use it, otherwise his qi would be vigorous, and he would be struck by lightning immediately.

After running for hundreds of miles along the way, I finally arrived at an unnamed mountain somewhere. Above is a Taoist temple.

Taoism has always been divided into two kinds, one is the view of descendants, and the other is the view of the jungle.

The descendants of the view are owned by a family and a surname, and the property of the jungle view is owned by the Taoist priest in the view. The Taoist temple on this nameless hill is a jungle view, which has been passed down for many generations, but the incense has not been vigorous. To be precise, this mountain is very deserted, and few people come, so there is not much incense.

This person is the master of the Taoist temple, he has achieved a small degree of cultivation, and his qi is like a big net, all over the body, so the body does not get a drop of water, and when he arrives in the temple, his body is still clean and tidy.

He came to the shrine in the temple, on which was enshrined a bronze water tank that was arm deep. There are three copper ears around the water tank, which is just right to insert three sticks of incense.

The man lit the incense, and the smoke swirled on the tank, and he pinched the finger of his sword, recited an obscure and ancient incantation, and when the incense was at its highest, he threw the retrieved flying sword into it.

When the flying sword reached the water tank, it melted into it like a splash. If you look closely at the bottom of the water tank, you can't see any flying swords at all.

Another nameless realm, with large and small platforms floating in it, each with a number of buildings, and a pool on the platform in the center, filled with various swords. There is a stone tablet in front of the pool, on which are carved two pictographic ancient inscriptions.

An old man's voice floated from the pool, "Chong Lingjian is back, the sword is here, the sword is dead, it seems that its sword-wielder Chong Lingzi is dead." ”

"Only nine sword-wielders were cultivated this time, but I didn't expect one to die so quickly. Another soft woman's voice floated.

A man and a woman appeared in front of the sword pool at the same time.

The man is even more beautiful than the young sword cultivator he killed before, and he seems to be a little younger. But his voice did look like it had gone through all the vicissitudes of life.

The woman is an old woman with goosebumps, she is on crutches, but the voice she spits out is like a girl in her twenties, tactful and clear.

"Nine people with swords, after all, only one person can be achieved, but we are humble people, we can kill ourselves, and we must not let outsiders kill casually, senior sister said who should be sent to cut off the cause and effect of Lingzi. The boy-looking man's voice smiled faintly.

The old woman pointed at the sword pool, and the Chong Ling Sword was suspended, and the sword shone brightly, which was the process of Ji Xiao and the young sword cultivator's fight.

She looked at it and said, "The other party has such a superficial cultivation, Chong Lingzi will actually lose, it's really embarrassing." The other eight sword-wielders are all destined to be able to cultivate to the realm of real people, and all of them have good strength, so whoever is close to them will go first. Those who avenge Chong Lingzi will obtain the sword yuan retained by Chong Lingzi in the Chong Ling Sword, and will be allowed to enter the sword grave to practice for one day. ”

The young man still replied in an old voice: "Senior sister, don't be careless. Chong Lingzi has studied swordsmanship with me for a while, he is not such an easy person to defeat, I think this young man is afraid that he has unknown abilities, we only draw conclusions from the remaining information of Chong Lingjian, maybe there will be bias. ”

The old woman nodded and said, "Then just in case, let Gui Xinzi secretly test that kid." Although he is an unsuccessful person, he has barely become a real person by relying on the Rongyang Dan of the Danding faction, and with our subtle and wonderful swordsmanship, it is more than enough to deal with that kid. ”

"That's very good. The man with the appearance of a young man bowed his head.

He waved his sleeve, and a sword aura flew into the void and disappeared.

On the other side, a text appeared on the water tank of the Taoist temple, to the effect that Gui Xinzi should test the specific ability of the person who killed Chong Lingzi, and if there was nothing else special, let the rest of the sword-wielders who entered the world solve him.

Gui Xinzi is the one who retrieved Chong Lingzi's flying sword.

Because his potential has been exhausted, he has to rely on the power of the elixir to become a real person, but he will not be able to make an inch in his life. Therefore, he gave up his intention to practice in this sect and came to the world to become an elder of the outer sect. It is mainly responsible for the care of the disciples who have entered the WTO, and at the same time to find some chores for the best kendo seedlings.

He finished reading the text, and then the text disappeared from the water tank, and at the same time, Ji Xiao's voice appeared in the water tank.

Gui Xinzi firmly remembered Ji Liao's voice, so he planned to send someone tomorrow to find out the origin of Bizi.

Although he is in the nameless mountains, he is actually quite powerful in the world, but he is not known.

The monks are generally like this, and if they are not necessary, they try not to be visible to others.

This is done in order to reduce cause and effect, and second, summer insects are inextricably icy, and the difference between monks and ordinary people is too great, and there is really no need to have too many intersections.