Qi Dao opened the curtain that was blown tightly by the cold wind and took a look over.

His eyes first fell on Tang Ruanruan.

The knife in his arms vibrated, as if it was making a cheerful chirping sound.

"Qin Xin..."

Qi Dao soon noticed something strange, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. However, with his talent, although Qin Xin was very helpful to him, it was not necessary.

What's more, his bloodline dictates that he cannot marry at will, but only through family choice.

Moreover, he practiced swordsmanship.

The most suitable thing for the heart of the piano is the sword.

Qi Dao's eyes swept across, with a hint of sharpness in his casual gaze. He wanted to become the next clan leader, so he knew a lot about the various forces in the mountain, as well as the geniuses and strong men among them.

The number of second-rate forces remains unchanged. Once a third-rate force rises, it will be able to challenge the second-rate forces.

Among them, Jianmen and Wanming Sect are the most eye-catching.

Finally, he looked at Qi Chen.

I don't know why, but I always feel that this person looks vaguely familiar, but after thinking about it, I can't find an answer.

"kindness?"

Luo Fei also saw this scene and was about to go forward, but was stopped by Qi Dao.

"Since we've been bored for a few days, some people are always holding something back in their hearts. This is a wilderness, and it's good for something to happen once in a while."

Luo Fei frowned: "He is my friend."

"Wan Ming Zong is also a friend of my Mo Shen clan, so neither of us should interfere. Let them handle it themselves." Qi Dao said calmly.

The Desert God clan also has its own friendly forces, one of which is the Wanming Sect.

Of course there are many interests behind this.

For example, the Wanming Sect will provide the Desert God Clan with some things unearthed from miracles.

As for Jian Qiubei's strength, he knew that even if it was not as good as his own, compared with others, it was more than enough.

Luo Fei's eyes flickered, but she said nothing.

In fact, she just didn't want Jian Qiubei to lose, so as not to make the matter bigger. After all, even she couldn't see Qi Chen's strength clearly.

…

"Mr. Jian, this is what I mean, what does it have to do with you?" Tang Ruanruan frowned, her tone was very unkind.

When Jian Qiubei heard this, his smile became even brighter, but the coldness in his eyes also became stronger.

"Miss Tang is not very experienced in the world. I am afraid that you will be deceived by other people's words. The Qin Sect has finally produced a genius like Miss Tang. If I don't take good care of her, the master of the Qin Sect may come to blame me."

"It's useless to talk more. Please ask this Taoist brother for advice."

Jian Qiubei snapped his fingers, and in an instant, the surrounding frost turned into a sword.

Ten million people practice swordsmanship, and there are ten million styles. Naturally, Jian Qiubei's sword is very different from Jianmen's sword.

The sword was spinning, whipping up waves of whirlwinds.

Qi Chen stamped his right foot, and in an instant, a grass sword formed, completely weakening the opponent's ice sword.

"Grass character?" Jian Qiubei's eyes looked solemn.

Qi Chen sneered: "Since you have already taken action, there is no need to warm up and test it. Or should I say, this is the only level you have."

His words are not arrogant. Among his peers who are not much different in age, few dare to speak like this, not to mention the rise of Wan Ming Sect is about to happen.

"Okay, okay." Jian Qiubei chuckled, and his strong momentum exploded. He took a step forward, and the ground sank a little.

On his waist, a green talisman made a sound.

Whoosh!

A flash of light.

The talisman fell in front of him.

The secret patterns on the talisman continued to spread, and in the end, the sword body was born, and the talisman was the hilt.

The sword body is green and as sharp as the wind.

Qi Dao, who was not far away, nodded slightly and said: "The Bafang Sword, the weapon left by the Bafang God, has a total of eight swords. It exists in the form of talisman when not in attack state."

"The East Wind Sword, the South Fire Sword, the West Earth Sword, and the North Snow Sword are the first four directions."

"Tian Yuan Sword, Earth Kun Sword, Human Sword, Heart Sword, these are the last four directions."

This is the Eight Directions Sword.

Xuanyangzi said enviously: "The Bafang Sword represents the eight powers. It has been tempered by divine substances, and even contains the insights of the Bafang God. If it had not appeared in Wanming Sect, I would have gone crazy."

“I don’t know if the miracle that happened back then can be repeated now.”

"Miss Luo, you know the world through five elements and have extraordinary eyesight. I wonder if you can tell who will win this time?"

"Which side do you favor?" Luo Fei asked.

"Of course it's Jian Qiubei." Xuanyangzi said.

Luo Fei shook her head.

Xuanyangzi said in surprise: "I didn't expect Miss Luo to be so confident in her friends?"

Luo Fei stopped talking and looked at Qi Chen.

There is no idiot who can enter the Five Elements Concept. With her intelligence, if she can't guess Qi Chen's identity, there will be a real problem.

"The Bafang swords are all flying swords, this is the Dongfeng sword."

"Be careful!"

Jian Qiubei flicked his fingers, and he stood there looking very cool. However, when the east wind sword flew through the air lightly, it was whipped up by a strong wind of more than ten levels.

Although the artifact is powerful, it also depends on the person who operates it.

Otherwise, if placed in the hands of an ordinary monk, it would not be able to exert much power at all, and would even be killed by the weapon.

Jian Qiubei's ability to use the Bafang Sword is an affirmation of his talent.

The Dongfeng Sword is erratic, like a candle flickering in the darkness. It looks fragile, but in fact it is a deadly thing.

Perfect lines appeared in mid-air. Looking at those lines, Qi Chen felt a warning sign in his heart, as if the other party was no longer cutting the air, but even dividing the space into different small pieces.

Once this kind of attack is applied to the body, it may be able to break through most of the physical defenses and then cut the enemy's body into blood.

Qi Chen watched quietly, even though the attack was less than ten meters away from him.

Only then did he realize that the opponent's attack did not cut the space, but formed countless small streams of light, changing the fluctuations of the spiritual energy of the world, and thus affecting the enemy's judgment of it.

It was like a huge cage, built towards him. It seemed to be more than ten meters away, but in fact it was already above his head.

Thinking only takes a moment.

Qi Chen picked up the thin sword at his waist in the next second.

His sword light is also very thin.

Since the opponent is a sword, it has a huge advantage for the Forgotten Sword Jue.

All swords can be split apart by the Forgotten Sword Art.

Although Qi Chen didn't know that this was a sword technique left by an immortal, he had already realized that this sword technique was not simple.

Just a quick mention.

It seemed to be a bit slower.

However, this sword light happened to hit the opponent's clear light.

impartial.

This gave everyone a strange and even uncomfortable feeling, as if they were about to sneeze but were suddenly stopped, which was quite annoying.

There are many sword lights and the breeze is so strong that it is impossible to avoid them.

However, in Qi Chen's eyes, his target is not the opponent's sword, but the weakness of the opponent's sword.

The Bafang Sword is very terrifying, and Jian Qiubei's strength is certainly not a problem, but the opponent is not the Bafang God after all.

With just one blow, all the strong wind disappeared.

Jian Qiubei finally became serious. The speed of the Dongfeng Sword was too fast. With his strength, there would naturally be some flaws when using it. However, precisely because it was too fast, even if someone saw the flaws, they could not stop it perfectly.

But this time, he was stopped by the man in front of him.

He was not angry, but more cautious. The mark in his hand kept changing. In an instant, the east wind sword rose and turned into a large piece of east wind.

He patted his waist, and the next moment, the fiery red talisman flew into the sky, forming the Southern Fire Sword.

The southern fire borrows the east wind.
To be continued...