Everyone is drunk, and I am sober!

Everyone was drunk, but Liu Yi was the only one who was sober.

In the sword plate screen, you can only see the boundless Netherworld Demon Fire and the beam of sword light erected in the Demon Fire, but you can't see Ling Wanjian's figure.

In the main hall of Shenjian Peak, there are Liu Yi and the four great sword immortals, Tang Jiawen, and the disciples of the four great sword immortals. Many of the disciples and inner disciples all stood outside the main hall of the Divine Sword Peak.

There are no walls on all sides of the main hall, only four sword-like jade pillars, which support the roof of the main hall.

Tang Jiawen has been standing silently beside Liu Yi, when everyone was arguing before, he didn't refute, he didn't say a word, just put the sword box hidden in the dantian on his back, ready to fight with others at any time. Now everyone was calm and silent, and Tang Jiawen did not put away the sword box.

Perhaps, many sword cultivators were calmed by Liu Yi's calm body, and at this moment, they didn't say any more words, no longer did any disputes, and just quietly stared at the picture in the sword plate.

Perhaps, everyone was already holding a trace of illusion, fantasizing about a miracle, hoping that Ling Wanjian would be able to hold his life under the burning of the Netherfire Demon.

People always have dreams.

If you don't have a dream, what's the difference between it and salted fish?

Salted fish turns over, and what is needed is a dream.

The fantasies and dreams of cultivators are many times deeper than salted fish. In the 100,000 years of the Qiongyu Realm, only Ling Qiujian alone could become a god, but there were countless monks who were tirelessly walking on the road to becoming a god.

All the monks fantasize about one day being able to cultivate to become gods, and fantasize about attaining immortality.

Just like the monks in the hall at this moment, they are fantasizing that Ling Qiu Sword can create miracles.

Everyone held their breath, not even daring to take a breath.

In just a few breaths, it seems as difficult as hundreds of years and thousands of years.

Only Liu Yi and Tang Jiawen can keep their expressions unwavering.

Tang Jiawen had already made up his mind, if anyone dared to hurt Liu Yi, even if he fought to pieces, he would protect Liu Yi. As for crimes such as betrayal of the teacher, Tang Jiawen had long been thrown aside.

A moment later, a sword aura was released from the billowing demonic fire.

The sword aura was like a rainbow, tearing a gap in the demonic fire.

In the dark red demonic fire gap, Ling Wanjian's figure appeared again.

He had changed into a clean and tidy robe, and even his long hair, which had been messy, had become meticulous. The long hair is tied into a bun on the top of the head, and a small three-inch sword is used as a wooden hairpin to hold the hair in place.

The pillar of sword qi light pushed the Netherworld Demon Fire away from Ling Wanjian's body.

Although the demonic fire was strong and violent, it could not penetrate within a foot of Ling Wanjian's body.

A sword cultivator cried with joy and shouted in a lost voice: "It's alive! The head is alive again!"

"Phew!"

Ling Qianjian had always been short-tempered, and he knocked this disciple to the ground with a wave of his hand, and said angrily: "Senior Brother in charge has never died, how can you say that he is alive again?"

For a while, the surrounding sword cultivators were smiling.

Those who spoke disrespectfully to Liu Yi before actually fell to the ground one by one, kowtowing to Liu Yi to apologize.

"The man has gold under his knees, why don't you hurry up?"

Liu Yi frowned, and said lightly: "You think I hurt Ling Wanjian, so you don't care about your identity." Although this move offended me, it was enough to prove that you are loyal to my Xuantian Sect. If I refuse to forgive you even this little thing, will I not be narrow-minded?"

Hearing this, many disciples thanked him again, and they felt an inexplicable respect for Liu Yi in their hearts.

And at this moment, Ling Wanjian in the sword plate screen once again used the method of sound transmission, using the torrent of sword qi that penetrated the two realms to transmit the sound into the sword plate, "To this day, after I came into contact with Senior Brother Liu's immortal and immortal sword intent, I suddenly realized that I can't blindly seek strength in the way of knowing the sword path of the Dao Dao, otherwise it will be too rigid and easy to break." If I have always emphasized the sharpness of the sword, and I have thought of cultivating the sword intent and sword qi in my chest to the realm of indestructibility, I have fallen into success. Only by combining rigidity and softness, and advancing and retreating in a certain way, can we achieve nothing without breaking anything! Senior Brother Liu, please accept my worship!"

Ling Wanjian actually bowed towards the pillar of sword qi light, and slammed it to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the sword cultivators inside and outside the main hall of the Divine Sword Peak were extremely shocked, and they were very shocked to see the picture of Liu Yi and Ling Wanjian in the sword plate bowing down.

"Today, with the help of Senior Brother Liu's sword qi, I, Ling Wanjian, can wake up. After comprehending this way of advancing and retreating, if I want to cultivate to become a god, it is not a mirror......"

Ling Wanjian slowly straightened his body, and said, "Senior Brother Liu, you can be regarded as my one-sword master, please accept my worship again!"

"After I understand this truth, my strength has increased, and the number of people who will instill sword qi in me in the future can be reduced by one-third. I have already learned that the Xuantian Sect has bad intentions and wants to challenge my Xuantian Sect, and now I just sent this one-third of the sword cultivators to Tongtian Harbor to participate in the battle......"

At this point, Ling Wanjian actually bowed to Liu Yi again, and said, "Please also ask Senior Brother Liu to do his best to help my Xuantian Sect return victorious!"

Worshipping three times in a row, the sword cultivator of Xuantian Sect was terrified.

In the Xuantian Sect, Ling Wanjian can be said to be the spiritual pillar of everyone, and he is full of words.

At the beginning, when Ling Wanjian was not suffering and trapped, Xuantian Sect was very famous in the Qiongyu Realm, and no one dared to plunder its edge. As for Ling Wanjian, he has always walked between heaven and earth with an unstoppable momentum, and no one has ever seen Ling Wanjian bow his head in front of others.

But today, Ling Wanjian bowed to this Liu Yi three times.

A sword master!

This newcomer Uncle Liu, who has returned to Xuantian Sect for less than two years, can actually transform the high-flying Ling Wanjian on the way to the sword, and is called the master of the sword by Ling Wanjian!

The monks were so frightened that they did not know what to say.

Only Tang Jiawen looked pleased, put the sword box behind his back into the dantian again, and looked at Liu Yi with interest, looking at him with satisfaction.

However, Liu Yi did not make any moves, nor did he return the salute to Ling Wanjian.

The two of them were originally brothers in the same sect, so it was reasonable for Liu Yi to return the salute to the senior brother in charge, how could he stand still like this, and accept the senior brother in charge three times so calmly?

At this moment, Liu Yi's heart is also full of miscellaneous thoughts.

"When I entered the path of cultivation, Brother Feather taught me how to practice step by step, and passed on my ancient cultivation methods. When I was an outer disciple in Kunzi Academy, I was challenged by the Tongrenjie of Qianzi Academy, and at that time, Shizun had just handed over the Changfeng Tengyun Sword Spectrum to me, and there was a feather brother who taught me how to perform sword skills and how to practice swordsmanship. As for the sword qi, sword light, and sword intent on my body, they also come from this......"