The Chicheng Sword Sect was originally set up by Luo Tian in order to block the mouth of the demon sect master on the Qingxue Peak, and he didn't expect this dojo to be famous one day. With all the lessons from the past in Styx's memory, apart from deepening his cultivation and achieving the expectation of immortality, he didn't want to pay much attention to other miscellaneous things now. It can be said that after all, he is in the position of the real person in charge of the sect, and now that a monk from Jinguang Temple has come to vote, it is not good for him to leave this settlement matter to the Tongweizi Taoist to take care of, so he can only deal with it himself.

Not far from the entrance of the main hall, Luo Tian, who was thinking about what to do, suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and his body was involuntarily pulled upward by a huge force. He didn't know what had happened, so he was busy driving the four Black God Kings to jump out to help, but the huge power disappeared again.

At this time, Luo Tian turned his eyes and looked around, but saw that he was already on top of a cloud, and there was a white-robed elder sitting cross-legged with a sword in each corner of the cloud, all of them closed their eyes, taking care of themselves and doing their work.

He knew that he must have fallen for the methods of these four masters, and it was useless to panic at the moment, so he stabilized his mind and gave a salute, and asked, "Why did you use your magic power to take me to this cloud platform?"

At this time, the person sitting in the east suddenly opened his eyes, and the essence of light burst out in his eyes, and a sword shadow was faintly seen in the pupils. He snorted angrily, his momentum was like thunder, the white robe on his body and the emanation at the back of his head were like waves, and he immediately shouted: "The golden heart at the bottom of the bag is cold, and the sword qi in the box is still alive."

A person in the south also opened his eyes, his eyes were also shining, and a surging sword qi rushed out of the fontanelle, hovering three feet above his head. He was thin and thin, but his middle qi was not as strong as the previous one, and he only used a peaceful voice to harmonize: "Ande leans on the sky to draw the sword, and slashes away the sun and the moon and the cold." ”

A person in the west had a cold light in his eyes, threw the sword in his hand and sheathed it, making it swim around his body, and said in a loud voice: "Three million jade dragons flew up, and the sword stirred up the cold ice of Zhou Tian." ”

The man in the north opened his eyes, but there was no fine light or sword shadow in his eyes, only a string of tears fell from his eyes, and he said in a trembling voice: "The idiot under the Jingxu Sect is called the Qingcheng Four Rui Feng......"

The man in the east suddenly reprimanded: "Tears! Ruifeng, Ruifeng—crying and crying, talking about He Fengrui!"

Luo Tian was shocked by the sound and momentum of these four people chanting poems before, and at this time he calmed down, and after a little reminiscence, his heart jumped, and he said secretly: "Fool under the quiet seat, on Qingcheng Mountain...... Silent Void ...... Silent Void ...... Could it be that he is the descendant of Li Jingxu, the boy of Bliss? How is this possible? Doesn't it mean that the Qingcheng Sword Sect has been slaughtered by the Emei Sect back then, and only a few three-legged cats of all sizes remain? How can there still be such four advanced cultivators?"

When Luo Tianzheng was suspicious, the man sitting in the east looked at him through gritted teeth, and said: "Qingpao boy, listen to the truth, lest you be a vain ghost-I call He Zi Demon, but the disciple of Li Taixu, the second generation of the Qingcheng Sword Sect." ”

The man from the south glared at him fiercely and said, "I am called Chen Zisheng, and I am also a disciple of the Ancestor of Bliss. ”

The man in the west grabbed the flying sword back in his hand and said hatefully: "You have to remember - I call Xue Ziwei." ”

The man in the north wiped a handful of tears, spat out turbidity, and said slowly: "I call Yan Zixian." ”

Hearing this, although Luo Tian didn't know why the Emei faction left these four fish that slipped through the net and didn't kill them, he already understood why his family was photographed here, and immediately said: "Do you hate me for destroying the reputation of the Qingcheng Sword Sect in the secular martial arts?"

The four of them replied in unison, "Not bad!"

He Zimo, who was sitting in the east, said: "Back then, the ancestor of Youlongzi established the Taoist system, and passed on the throne to my teacher Li Jingxu, and at that time, all the Xianliu factions knew the prestige of my Qingcheng Sword Sect. Later, although the Dojo was destroyed by the Emei faction, the reputation and prestige of our faction are still widely praised among the immortals. Now you, an ignorant boy, have gone to Qingcheng Mountain to destroy the last secular descendants of our faction, and you have set up a 'Chicheng Sword Sect', but this has violated our taboos, and you can't be left behind!"

Although this He Zimo did not release his mana to exert pressure, just with the killing intent in his words, Luo Tian's body stiffened. Fearing that he would be killed immediately under the anger of others, he hurriedly summoned his magic power to stabilize his mind and shouted: "Ridiculous! How dare you kill me if you are a disciple of Senior Brother Jingxu?

The words shouted with great effort shocked He, Chen, Xue, and Yan for a moment, and Luo Tian was busy using the technique of mind transmission, and passed over more than a dozen sword styles in the Styx swordsmanship, such as slaying ghosts and gods, wishful walking, and fighting to turn the stars, and said: "And see clearly which one I am from!"

When the four of them heard that the kid in front of them claimed to be the disciple of the late Master Li Jingxu, they were stunned for a moment, and then they were furious, and they were almost about to kill him, but when they saw that he was about to pass on a spell, they suppressed their anger for the time being, just to see what tricks he could use.

When they had to comprehend the more than a dozen swordsmanship sent by the Mind Transmission Technique, the four of them couldn't sit still!

He Zimo instantly approached Luo Tian's body, trembling all over his body and asked, "Who are you, and what does it have to do with my Qingcheng Sword Sect?"

Chen Zisheng also exclaimed to himself: "It's really the method of this sect's imperial sword!"

Xue Ziwei said: "There are two more styles that have not been passed down by the master!"

Yan Zixian couldn't even speak, he only pointed his finger at Luo Tian, and his lips were open.

Luo Tianxin said luckily: "It's a pity that I have surrendered to recognize Li Jingxu as a senior brother, otherwise if I tell the truth and make it clear that I and You Longzi are the same generation, these four bastards are afraid that they will not even give me a chance to say anything, so they will divide my sword and divide my body......"

With the root of the Styx swordsmanship and the "Qingcheng Four Sharp Blades" involved, Luo Tian finally stabilized his shock, but the lie still needed to be made up, so he forced his composure to pose as a division commander, and reprimanded: "You and the others are all Qi refining cultivators, why is your heart so unbearable?

When He, Chen, Xue, and Yan heard this, they also knew that Fang Cai's behavior was inappropriate, and they all stood in one place with three points of doubt, just waiting to listen to the young "uncle" speech.

Seeing that the plan succeeded, Luo Tian, who was expected to have no worries about his life, was a little more confident, and opened his mouth and lied: "Back then, I was taught by You Longzi to create the Qingcheng Sword Sect, but the Taoist system was only passed on to two people - one is Senior Brother Jingxu, and the other is me. And the reason why I am not famous is because I don't agree with Senior Brother Jingxu's concept, so I left the door early and went into seclusion. ”

"Dare to ask......" Yan Zixian came when he had doubts, but he still didn't believe that the young man in front of him who had cultivated to a mediocre level was really the same disciple of the late master, so he skipped the word uncle vaguely and asked, "Dare to ask what kind of 'concept is inconsistent'?"

With a look of embarrassment on his face, Luo Tian sighed: "I think that the first heavy sword technique of the method passed down by the master is to be known for its strange and changeable skills, and the sword qi is just an auxiliary thing; We both insisted on each other's arguments, and finally ...... Alas......"