The improvement of strength made all the thoughts in Ren Qinglian's heart begin to be fully understood.

Did the old white fox really harbor evil intentions as he expected, and who were those enemies who were around the secret and murdered the two masters of the Sword Worship Pavilion? Before heading west, he always had to find out.

Although a martial artist does not pay attention to the theory of cause and effect like a cultivator, he is reborn through it, and in a sense, he owes it to Ren Dashao. Before leaving Chang'an, he was able to get some justice for the Ren family and his son, which was somewhat of a heart.

What's more, warriors fight the heavens and the earth, fight hard, and never take the initiative to retreat in the face of challenges!

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The general rudder of Baijian Pavilion in Chang'an City is actually a very gorgeous mountain villa, with many houses, dyed everywhere with jagged forests, mountains and stones, which is unique.

While lingering on the prosperity of Chang'an City at night, Ren Qinglian had already come to the chief helm of the Baijian Pavilion and went straight to a wide courtyard with a towering aconite gate in the depths of the forest.

The roof ridges in the courtyard are stacked, and the front hall and the back bedroom are all mountain-style houses, with four eaves and four picks, which is quite imposing.

Ren Qinglian's gaze suddenly fell on the stone tower in the middle of the courtyard, on which there was a golden "sword" word engraved with a silver hook, which was said to have been made by the old man Ren after comprehending the complete Taixu Heaven Replenishing Heaven Sword Technique.

Ren Qinglian has long been familiar with the word "sword" on this tower, but tonight, it was the first time he felt the momentum contained in the word "sword".

This momentum is the so-called sword intent.

Martial artists do not practice spells, but they are able to condense their unique spiritual will into their martial arts, thus achieving an effect similar to "spells".

And this sword intent is just one of the extremely superficial applications.

Although Ren Qinglian had vaguely touched the true meaning of sword intent before, if she wanted to achieve a realm like Ren Taixu, she was still a little behind.

However, this discovery made him cautious the moment he stepped into the compound.

Ren Taixu was already a first-class master back then, and he was also a first-class master who comprehended the use of sword intent, just like that, he could still be calculated to death, it is conceivable that the enemy he will face should have the cultivation of such strength.

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In the hall on the right side of the stone tower, a disciple had already informed the White Pavilion Master of the news of Ren Qinglian's return.

The white hall master, who had always been a little distracted, suddenly straightened up from his chair: "Is he coming alone?"

"He's alone! The hall master can rest assured, Laoshan Qingyu Zhenren is also on his way here. The disciple said with a smile, he was obviously a close confidant of the White Pavilion Lord, but he didn't know what the "Qingyu Zhenren" in his mouth was.

The brows that were originally wrinkled together by the White Hall Master suddenly loosened, and he snorted: "That waste doesn't know what shit luck it has taken, and it can still win in the martial arts competition...... That's it, I heard that I swallowed the Emperor Extreme Pill on the spot, it's just a shame and I haven't seen the world!"

Scolding and scolding, but the Bai Hall Master himself has never seen the appearance of Huang Ji Dan, and anyone can hear the envy and jealousy in and out of his words.

The disciple was even more jealous, and said in his heart: It's no wonder that the people who participated in the competition were all wine bags and rice bags, if he had known that this was the case, and he had gone to participate in the competition, then Huang Ji Dan would probably have been in his bag at this time! Thinking of this, his hatred for Ren Qinglian actually increased a few points.

The white hall master scolded himself for a while, felt that the boss was bored, waved his hand and said, "Go and inform the others, the play is done, let this kid be proud for a while!"

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When Ren Qinglian entered the lobby, the room was already full of people, and the hall masters and elders who stayed in the capital were all sitting.

Seeing Ren Qinglian come in, the hall that was still a little messy suddenly became quiet.

"Sure enough, the Emperor Extreme Pill has been refined!" everyone looked at the momentum on Ren Qinglian's body, and thought to themselves. Ren Dashao swallowed the Huangji Pill on the spot and had already been passed on by those martial artists, how could they not know.

Ren Qinglian saw the reactions of these people in her eyes, and could probably guess that they must be happy and worried at the moment, but it is unknown which ones are really happy. With a turn of his gaze, he fell on the white old fox, and said with a hippie smile: "I don't know if the master of the white hall is in a hurry to call Ben Shao back to the pavilion, what's the matter!"

The master of the white hall snorted and sang loudly: "The young master will go west with Master Xuanzang early tomorrow morning, and he is really caught off guard!"

Many people laughed, and Ren Qinglian won the competition, which really shocked their eyeballs.

The White Hall Master continued: "Previously, the eldest young master stepped forward and agreed to be our hall master, but he did not officially ascend the tower to worship the sword, and his name is not justified!

"Please go up to the tower and worship the sword-" The disciple who followed behind the White Hall Master shouted again, as a good support, he drank with all his strength, and the whole hall was buzzing.

Those elder hall masters all reacted, and shouted one by one: "Please the eldest young master to climb the tower and worship the sword-" But he didn't think much about it, after all, it was the main force of the White Hall who pushed Ren Qinglian to the throne of the pavilion master, and now that he sees that this young master has the strength of a first-class master, it is understandable that he wants to be worthy of the name.

Ren Qinglian was bright in her heart, this old white fox probably didn't have the intention of going through this scene before, and now she suddenly mentioned it again, most of them still want to use the rules when climbing the tower to worship the sword to embarrass themselves.

The Sword Pavilion is famous for its swordsmanship, and this tower is the sword that the new hall master went to worship the swords left behind after the death of the previous hall masters, and those swords were placed in the stone tower in the middle of the courtyard.

Moreover, in the process of ascending the tower to worship the sword, any elder, hall master, or disciple of the Sword Worship Pavilion can challenge the new hall master to show justice.

"Okay!" Ren Qinglian suddenly remembered that the long sword that Ren Taixu left in the stone tower seemed to be an antiquity obtained together with the fragment of the mental method, and it was also extraordinary to think about it, and it happened that he was also short of a blade to take advantage of, and after worshipping the sword, it was also good to take it by the way.

The hall master was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Ren Qinglian to agree so happily, but when he thought that this kid had swallowed an Imperial Pill, he was full of self-confidence at the moment, and it was possible that there was no one in his eyes, so he didn't think much about it.

Soon, everyone followed Ren Qinglian out of the lobby one after another and came to the stone tower.

Outside, there were already one hundred and eight disciples of the Sword Pavilion who were dressed up and stood around the stone tower with torches, and when they saw Ren Qinglian walking up the stone tower, these disciples all knelt down in unison, and shouted loudly: "Please the eldest young master to climb the tower and worship the sword!"

These one hundred and eight disciples all have not weak martial arts in their bodies, and they shout at the same time, which is no less than thunder on the ground.

Ren Qinglian's expression was calm, and she walked up the steps step by step and came to the stone pagoda gate.

Facing the door was the swords left by Ren Taixu and Ren Qingyun, and there were dozens of swords of different shapes around them, all of which were left by the elders and hall masters who had sacrificed their lives in the Sword Pavilion over the years.

Under the light of the flames, the entire interior of the stone tower was covered with dazzling snow.

Ren Qinglian worshipped them one by one according to the rules of the pavilion, but her eyes fell on the darkest long sword among them, this is the long sword left by Ren Taixu, just looking at the appearance, it is also the most ordinary sword.

However, the artifact is obscure, and this sword, I'm afraid it's not as simple as it appears on the surface.

Thinking of this, Ren Qinglian stretched out her hand.

"Wait!"

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded outside the tower.

Ren Qinglian had long expected that the old white fox would make trouble for herself in the process of climbing the tower to worship the sword, so she casually took Ren Taixu's long sword in her hand and turned to look.