At the moment when the purple sword collided with Yan Shan, Qin Wuming sneered, but when he saw that Xiao Shu was still expressionless, he knew that it was not good, the ice-blue sword gang soared, full of length, and the extremely cold breath made the purple sword in his hand glow with a layer of frost, and the hand holding the sword was instantly frozen red.

The crisp sound of shattering made his heart sink to the bottom, and the purple sword in his hand shattered inch by inch, and the blade of the sword was already on his neck.

"Jian Gang, who are you?" Qin Wuming didn't dare to move, he endured the chill to the bone, his voice trembled a little, the attainments of the person in front of him in the way of the sword were far beyond his imagination, and he was not at the same level as him at all.

"How about this sword to you?" Xiao Shu did not answer Qin Wuming, but took the Yan Shan sword back into the sword box, and turned his head to look at Zi Xin, who was cheering for him on the side.

"Do you really want to send me?" Zi Xin was overjoyed to see that Xiao Shu defeated Qin Wuming with one move, and Xiao Shu was going to give her the sword again, and he rubbed his face happily, for fear that this would be a dream.

"Brother Xiao can't, you are guilty of it, wouldn't you hurt her by giving it to Zixin?" Yuntai took the first step and said, if you give Yan Shan away in such a large public, there will be thieves who will covet it.

"Senior brother!" Zixin looked at Yuntai with an aggrieved face, she really liked Yan Shanjian, but Yuntai's words couldn't help but listen.

"Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, but they can't forget their fame! Where will the ancient and the modern meet? A pile of grass in the barren mound is gone. Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only gold and silver can't forget! In the end, they only hate to gather much, and when they reach a long time, their eyes are closed. Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only the wife can't forget it! Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, but only the children and grandchildren can't forget it! There are many infatuated parents in ancient times, who has seen filial piety to their children and grandchildren?"

The old Taoist in the quail clothes, crazy and detached, carrying a four-foot rosewood box behind him, holding a green jade bottle in his hand while pouring wine into his mouth, stumbled over, ignoring the strange eyes of the people present.

Tianjizi, who only half-closed his eyes, stroked his palms and smiled, "Okay, okay, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you Zhang Laodao is more and more free and easy." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present widened their eyes, no one expected that this crazy old Taoist was Zhang Zhenren, who was once famous all over the world, and Yuntai was also a little incredulous, how could his own ancestor be so down, but he still respectfully stepped forward and saluted, saying to the patriarch.

Zhang Zhenren stopped, poured a sip of wine, and threw the green jade bottle towards Tianjizi with his backhand, "It's good, it's good." If not, it is not good, and if it is good, it must be. ”

"The fairy road is slim and the world is empty, you said it, but you refused, this wine is very undrinkable. Tianjizi waved his sleeves, and the green jade bottle spun around three times in the air, and then flew back to Zhang Zhenren, not spilling a drop of wine.

"Life is a big dream of the void, Shaohua is white-headed, but in a blink of an eye, I ask for immortal life, help the world, you ask for no hindrance, sit at the mountain gate, this wine is not difficult to drink, not difficult to drink, not to your appetite. Zhang Zhenren laughed loudly, took the green jade bottle, and drank it dry with his head up.

Zhang ...... Zhang Shizu. Zixin shouted hesitantly, because Zhang Zhenren would be present this time, only she and Yuntai came here, Zixin thought that this ancestor who never showed up must be immortal, but he thought that he was like a down-and-out Taoist on the street, and he didn't have the demeanor of Qingyun Sect at all.

"Spruce imp just let the two of you come alone?" Zhang Zhenren raised his eyebrows, and his words were frivolous, not like a man of the Tao at all.

"Shizun, he actually hopes that we can have more experience and not hide behind the elders in everything, so he never let the seniors in the door go along, of course, because he knew that the ancestor would be there. Yuntai hurriedly explained that his master and Qingyun Sect Master was just a little ghost in Zhang Zhen's mouth, and this generation was really a bit big.

"Experience, I see that his own experience is not enough, he knows what is the use of staying in the door to cultivate, if you want me to say that I have given up the position of the sect master as soon as possible, the world is so big, why live in a corner for a long time, I am afraid that it will be difficult to see the immortal road even if I cultivate into wood." Zhang Zhenren didn't give the sect master of his family any face when he spoke, and the others who listened couldn't help but laugh.

Yuntai didn't answer, silent, Zhang Zhenren was determined to count the master, and at this time to explain for the master, it was undoubtedly asking for hardship.

"Little doll, you really want to give this sword away...... Huh?" Zhang Zhenren looked at Xiao Shu, and at a glance, he noticed the awe-inspiring sword intent on Xiao Shu's body, and it may be difficult to feel it if he can't reach a realm like Yuntai, but he can't hide it from him.

"The junior damaged Zixin's sword earlier and promised to compensate her. Xiao Shu replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Be careful!" Zi Xin wanted to say something, but saw that Qin Wuming was annoyed and angry, and slapped it from Xiao Shu's back.

When Xiao Shu heard this, his eyes turned cold, he didn't dodge or dodge, the red umbrella behind him shook, the red leaf sword was unsheathed, and the dark purple sword gang was blocked behind him like a substance, Qin Wuming smiled wildly, and as soon as he put his hand away, the inexplicable suction was born out of thin air, and he was actually trying to forcibly absorb Xiao Shu's inner element.

The dark purple sword gang was gradually sucked into his body, why did the previous opponent have no power to resist, it is this like a whale devouring a snake's general exercise, whether it is a short hand or physical contact, you can gradually absorb the opponent's inner element, the deeper your inner element, the stronger his suction, under the advantages of the other, no matter how clever you are, it is also difficult to beat.

"This Dharma name 'whale' is the secret of the spiritual teaching, which is dedicated to absorbing people's inner yuan, taking one point, storing one point, not leaking endlessly, accumulating more and more, taking the meaning of hundreds of rivers and seas. Zhang Zhenren squinted his eyes and said.

"This ......" Zi Xin saw that the dark purple sword gang had the intention of dissipating under Qin Wuming's suction, and he couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart.

"Seniors, the discussion on martial arts is not over yet, and the younger generations have not admitted defeat, so don't meddle. Qin Wuming said loudly, taking the first step to block the idea of others helping him.

"Qin Gongzi, although the 'whale' is strong, it is not invincible in your hands, you must know that the rivers can meet the sea, but if the sea pours into the rivers, what should you do?" Linglongzi said with a smile, she was not worried at all, what kind of strength Xiao Shu was, if it was said that the Spirit Sect Sect Master might be unstoppable, but this Qin Wuming had nothing to worry about.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and you're getting more and more transcendent. Zhang Zhenren said with a smile.

Zhang Zhenren praised it falsely, and Linglong deserved it. Linglongzi bent over and saluted, no matter what, she has grown a generation of herself, and the number of etiquette is indispensable.

Qin Wuming was already full of confidence, but after listening to Linglongzi's words, he had no bottom in his heart, it stands to reason that his inner yuan is not inferior to people of his generation, this whale technique is cast, who can stop it?

Jian Gang was gradually dissolved by him, and all of them were sent into the sea of qi in his body, but for some reason, the more he inhaled, the more an indescribable sense of fear came to his heart, if Jian Gang was there, it seemed that it was going to dissipate in the next moment, but it didn't disperse, and suddenly Xiao Shu said coldly, "Have you sucked enough?"

A cloud of blood mist exploded, and the sky was scarlet, like a rain of blood.

How can the sword gang be dissolved by Qin Wuming's realm, let him absorb it, it will be like thousands of sword blades entering the body, and he will destroy himself, for this kind of person who wants his own life, Xiao Shu has never shown mercy, even if he does not die, he will make up for a sword.

Qin Wuming's head was shocked high, and he didn't close his eyes until he died, leaving behind the flesh and blood corpses on the ground, the smell of blood was not strong, even the evil sect that had been killed for a long time couldn't help frowning.

However, what was surprising was that the people of the Spirit Sect did not pursue it, but only sent one or two disciples to apologize, and then packed the corpses all over the ground and Qin Wuming's head together and brought them back.

"The Spirit Sect has changed its temperament? In normal times, it has to be turned upside down, what happened today, the disciples of the sect leader of my own sect are all dead, and there is no reaction at all. Qing Xuanzi said with some surprise.

"If it is usual, then it will naturally be investigated to the end, but this argument is different from others, even if you want to pursue it, it will not stand, this Qin Wuming is looking for his own death, who is to blame, besides, it ......" Linglongzi explained.

"Besides, He Qingzhi, the leader of the Spirit Sect, has always been the survival of the fittest to his disciples, and if he dies, he will die, and only by living can he admit it. Yuntai took over and said, this is not as good as a famous and decent family, at least the master will not let his disciples go untreated, let alone let his disciples fight each other.

Xiao Shu stepped out of the ring, came to Zixin, put down the sword box and said with a smile, "I will compensate you for this sword, but whether you can make it admit it depends on your ability." ”

"Hmph, look down on me?" Zi Xin said angrily, not to be outdone, he went to take the sword box, but he didn't move at all, looking at Xiao Shu's ridiculous face, he couldn't help blushing angrily, and after enough luck Nei Yuan finally picked up the sword box, and was just about to speak, when he was relieved, the sword box fell to the ground again.

"Your generation, really, how did the spruce teach you that you can't hold a single sword box?" Zhang Zhenren couldn't stand it anymore, and stretched out his hand to take a photo, the sword box actually rose out of thin air and fell into his hand, and the sword box weighing more than 100 catties was as light as a feather in his hand.

In a trance, Zhang Daoquan, who was alone in Kunlun and slashed the jade void with a sword, came back again, Yuntai always listened to the master, that year Kunlun was the only one in the way of the sword, but Zhang Zhenren only had three swords, and the jade void palace was turned into ruins, so far no one in the world dared to underestimate the Qingyun Sect, it was that year that the Qingyun Sect became a famous faction, but after that, Zhang Zhenren passed on the position of the sect master, disappeared, he didn't seem to care about the reputation at all, and those troubled people compared him with the sword monarch, and they also laughed at it.

"Speaking of which, your red umbrella reminds me of an old man. Zhang Zhenren gently put down the sword box, and took out another bottle of wine from nowhere and drank it.

"Seniors know Jianjun?" Xiao Shu had some feelings, Jianjun is a kind of person, everyone in the world knows it, the way of the sword, who doesn't know Yu Zihan, who dares to forget the name of Jianjun.

"Yes, yes, I said it is so familiar, if it is really the old umbrella that is not repaired, what's the matter, he is dead? or is he an immortal?" Zhang Zhenren asked a little lonely.

"The younger generation doesn't know, that day the thunder sea is endless, the sword light is not stopped, and it is not real. Xiao Shu remembered the scene when the Sword Monarch crossed the catastrophe, and he was panicked as if the sky was falling, but he looked at it from a distance, and he felt palpitations.