The remaining 30 or so people are all cultivating in the Dan period. Among these people, including the long-bearded elders, each of them carried a long sword on their backs, dressed like the standard of an ancient martial arts cultivator. Although many ancient martial arts cultivators now have storage bags or even storage rings, they are still willing to appear in this way on formal occasions. As a glorious ancient heritage, they have their own pride.

Hu Yong and the others walked a few steps closer and stepped forward to greet the old man and the other seven Yuanying monks. The old man waved his hand, and then had a brief conversation with him, and then he hugged his fist at Li Chuan and the five people, "The old man Chengtian Sect Lei Tong, entrusted by the Huang Sect Master of the Sect, has come to invite the five Taoist friends to the Sect of the Sect to talk about it! At that time, he will definitely take out some rare things to exchange with the five, and I hope that the five Taoist friends will not live up to the enthusiasm of the sect master!"

Li Chuan also returned the salute with his fists, and then nodded, "The next five people also have this intention, so they will bother one or two." I'm tired of leading the way!"

After galloping all the way, after a meal, a loft suddenly appeared in the middle of the mountain in front of me.

Lei Tong retreated and lowered his figure at the stone gate.

Li Chuan then fell to his side, looked up, and saw that the stone plaque was engraved with the three powerful ancient characters of Chengtianzong.

After that, the group hiked up the mountain. After a short time, he entered the courtyard of the sect. Leaving behind the six infant monks, Lei Tong let the others go. Then everyone entered the council hall of the sect with him. After taking his seats on both sides, he instructed his low-level disciples to entertain the guests.

Because Sect Master Huang had not yet returned, the two sides only had a brief conversation to enhance their understanding of each other. And among them, there are always people who sweep their eyes to the four women, which makes them quite unhappy. But after all, being in the other party's sect, as long as it's not too much. It's hard to say anything.

Li Chuan also quickly discovered this phenomenon, and he originally planned to turn a blind eye. After all, everyone has a love for beauty, and if you look at it a few more times, you won't lose a piece of meat, and he, a person who has been nurtured by modern thought, is not so conservative. But in this way, it invisibly boosted the "arrogance" of those people, and the gaze of one of them at the four girls gradually began to heat undisguisedly.

Without waiting for Li Chuan to say anything, Shen Sitong took a step forward and said, "Dare to ask this fellow Daoist, what's wrong with the little woman's outfit?"

The young man in the middle of the Yuan Infant opposite was stunned when he heard this, and immediately discovered his gaffe, and barely squeezed out a smile. Awkwardly, he said: "There is nothing wrong with the outfit of the Daoist, in fact, I am just curious, and I want to know what kind of supernatural powers the monks of the same level outside have." ”

Shen Sitong snorted lightly, "The little woman has practiced some shallow swordsmanship, and she is also about to find a cultivator from the Ancient Martial Arts Sect to ask for advice. Since Daoist friends also have such thoughts, it is better to choose a day than to hit the day, while Sect Master Huang has not yet returned, how about you and I simply learn one or two?"

The young man's words just now were actually just to find a step for himself. And what slipped out of his mouth was that he didn't really have the idea of this kind of competition. Unexpectedly, Shen Sitong would seize the loophole in his words, and then propose to discuss with him, and his face suddenly looked a little ugly.

It's not that he's worried about losing to the other side. Instead, the sect had already explained that it was not allowed to have disputes with monks from the outside world.

But at this moment, the other party has already brought it up, as an ancient martial arts cultivator. There was no room for him to escape. Slightly ashamed, he glanced at Lei Tong and saw him nodding. His face turned pale, and he smiled lightly: "Since Daoyou has such an idea. Then there is only one thing to accompani. ”

So everyone went to the backyard, a place dedicated to the competition. Although it is not like the martial arts arena of the Xiuzhen sect in the outside world, there are various prohibitions to strengthen the venue, but it is better to be spacious, even if the two sides can't control the strength, they are not worried about the slightest damage to the buildings on both sides.

Shen Sitong and Li Chuan walked side by side, and glanced at him before leaving the field, but saw him nodding his head, revealing strong confidence in his eyes. Suddenly felt a warm heart, although Li Chuan did not say a word from beginning to end, he seemed to clearly hear an extremely familiar voice: "Yiqiē has me!" She also nodded slightly, then her body was vertical, and then the light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, she fell on the opposite side of the person.

The young man stretched out his hand and pulled out a three-foot long sword like flowing water, shook slightly, and let out a soft groan from the blade. Then he put the sword behind his back, made a gesture of invitation with the other hand, and said solemnly: "Daoist friends are guests from afar, if there is any offense, I hope to bear with me, please advise!"

Shen Sitong also flipped his palm at the same time and took out the Xuanbing Sword. Hearing this, he was not polite, and said, "Be careful!" and stabbed with his sword. Although the Xuanbing Sword was not triggered, the cold qi itself was strong enough that the man had to deliberately fight against it.

As soon as the two got into each other, a dense exchange of energy suddenly sounded in the field.

The young man's swordsmanship cultivation had reached its peak, and his body technique was extremely strange, and his attack route was often unexpected. Shen Sitong's attainments in swordsmanship are not bad at all, although her body skills are slightly inferior, the Xuanbing Sword in her hand is not jealous, and the other party has scruples, it is difficult to pose a real threat to her, but instead allows her to use the sharp and fierce killing moves of the Xuanbing Sword to force the other party to retreat again and again.

But if you want to defeat the other party on this basis, it is also unrealistic, after all, the cultivators of the Ancient Martial Sect are not vain people, even if they temporarily fall into disadvantage, there is always a way to reverse the situation.

Such a situation surprised everyone in the Chengtian Sect, and no one expected that there were also monks from the outside world who could cultivate swordsmanship to this level. Looking at her vigorous figure, Xu Meiting couldn't help but show a trace of envy, touched Li Chuan's arm, and said in a low voice: "Or, you can teach me too?"

Li Chuan gave her a strange look, "Why are you suddenly interested?

Xu Meiting said: "That's not it, I just think that if I practice swordsmanship, I will definitely look as good as her." ”

Li Chuan smiled when he heard this: "Don't you hate her very much, why do you still want to learn from her?"

Xu Meiting sighed, "If she doesn't always seduce you, what do I hate her for?"

As the two of them spoke, a strong coldness suddenly surged like waves.

Xu Meiting turned her head to look at the field, but saw that Shen Sitong had already cast the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox Magic at this moment, and under the intertwining attack of the nine snow tails, the young man's movements could no longer be as weird and flexible as before. The body method was restricted, and in the face of Shen Sitong's Xuanbing Sword attack, he suddenly fell into disadvantage.

Not long after, Shen Sitong relied on the strength of the Xuanbing Sword to tear a gap in that defense, and with a flick of his wrist, he crossed the water-like sword net, and instantly appeared in front of his throat, and the tip of the sword stopped there. The man's face instantly turned extremely pale. Shen Sitong put away his long sword, opened his mouth slightly, and said lightly: "Accept!" After finishing speaking, as soon as his waist turned, he was about to leave. (To be continued......)