Daoran stood in front of the Qingcheng Sect's mountain gate, and dozens of Qingcheng Sect's disciples stood in front of the door to greet him.

There are many disciples of Qingcheng Sect, and there are thirty or forty in front of you, but only half of them have the real magic power, and the rest are no different from mortals.

In addition to these Qingcheng Sect disciples, there is also an elder with a fairy-like spirit who greets him with a smile.

"I am Zhang Miao, the elder of the Qingcheng Sect, and Master Daoran comes to my Qingcheng Sect today, and it is really full of glory."

Daoran glanced at the elder of the passing power. This man restrained his magic power without revealing any depth, but he had a sharp sword intent on his body, and he was obviously a very powerful sword cultivator.

Bai Suzhen once said that the most famous thing about Qingcheng Sect is swordsmanship, which seems to be not a false reputation.

However, this person's smile was a bit hypocritical, and the vigilant eyes of the Qingcheng disciples betrayed their true thoughts.

Daoran had guessed their plans and sighed in his heart: "It seems that it is difficult to be kind today."

Daoran was looking at the Qingcheng Sect, and the Qingcheng Sect also carefully observed the famous Daoran Holy Monk.

The Qingcheng Sect has no connection with the immortal world, and the most powerful leader has never reached the level of ascension. Therefore, their impression of Daoran is all from hearsay.

I only know that he had climbed Lingshan and now descended to earth, claiming that he was instructed by the Buddha to unify the Buddhist sect. This statement is a bit exaggerated by the people of the Qingcheng Sect.

There are hundreds of branches and various sects that can be divided into different branches. Not to mention that the Central Plains Buddhism and the Indian Buddhism have already parted ways, and the precepts they follow are different. If you don’t say that you can just meet, you will be quite inconsistent.

In this case, it is definitely a bragging to unify the Buddhist sect.

But Daoran brags about such a big bull but has never heard of any Buddhist monk coming to him to cause trouble, which shows many problems.

Either what Daoran said is true, or his cultivation is so high that all Buddhist disciples in the mortal world dare not be enemies of him.

No matter which one, it means that Daoran is definitely not an ordinary person.

Zhang Miao was already mentally prepared, but he was stunned for a moment when he saw Daoran. There was such a peerless face in this world. Even though he was a little monk, Zhang Miao felt amazing.

It’s wrong to be so pretty. This can’t be considered human anymore.

Zhang Miao was also a Taoist man and quickly regained his calmness. When he was polite, he continued to observe Daoran, wanting to see clearly the skills of this little monk.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but it scared Zhang Miao at first sight. Daoran always exudes huge magical pressure, which is as dazzling as the sun in the eyes of practitioners.

Cultivators try their best to restrain their magic power and dare not reveal any of it. After all, practicing is not easy and magic power cannot be wasted at will.

Daoran looked like he was practicing martial arts and his magic power was leaked uncontrollably, which made Zhang Miao feel heartbroken for him.

"Is there something wrong with this little monk's practice? If so, it will be easy to deal with."

Zhang Miao quietly sent his discovery to the head of Qingcheng Sect to know, so that they could prepare. It would be best if they could fight. If they really wanted to do it, they would not be merciless.

Seeing that his politeness was almost the same, Zhang Miao said to Daoran: "Master Daoran, please follow me. The head of the sect has been waiting for a long time."

Daoran clasped his hands together and responded, "Amitabha, I have to take the lead in my way."

Daoran followed Zhang Miao into the gate of the Qingcheng Sect, but couldn't help but glance at Tidorozha. Tidorozha followed closely behind Daoran, clearly wearing a big red robe holding a gorgeous pipa, it was

It is so conspicuous that it has not attracted the attention of the Qingcheng School at all.

Whether it is Zhang Miao or other disciples, there is only Daoran in his eyes.

Daoran screamed in secret. If he hadn't used the Eye of Destruction to imprint Tidorozha's figure into the sea of ​​consciousness, he would have forgotten it just like the people from the Qingcheng Sect.

Daoran followed Zhang Miao all the way, passed through several beautiful corridor courtyards, and soon arrived in front of a palace.

Daoran glanced at the high-hanging plaque, which was written with the pen tip of the iron-painted silver hook.

"Master Daoran, our leader is waiting for you inside."

Zhang Miao stretched out his hand to open the vermilion gate of Yijian Palace, and a sharp sword energy rushed towards him. Daoran frowned, but did not move at all.

When the sword energy that seemed to be able to split the mountain was about to slash Daoran's body, it failed to leave any scars, but instead directly broke into pieces.

The sword energy turned into a chaotic wind and scattered, causing Zhang Miao's robe to roar, while Daoran remained motionless and his sleeves did not shake.

Daoran stared at Zhang Miao and asked, "Elder Zhang, what is this?"

Zhang Miao hurriedly said, "Master Daoran, I'm so sorry. I forgot that there are thousands of famous swords in the Yijian Palace, and the sword intent left by the heads of previous dynasties will burst out when I meet outsiders."

Daoran smiled and said, "So that's it, it's just a misunderstanding."

Zhang Miao said awkwardly: "Yes, it's definitely a misunderstanding. Master Daoran is invited to come in."

Of course this is not a misunderstanding, but the first trap set by the Qingcheng Sect.

The head of Qingcheng Sect and the elders had already set up a formation inside the Yijian Palace. The sword energy just now was activated by the power of everyone. Although it was just a small test and did not give its all, the sword energy stimulated was enough.

Immediately win anybody from the City Sect.

Such a powerful attack, but Daoran took it silently, and it seemed that he did not suffer any damage at all, which was really shocking.

Daoran was not at all dissatisfied, as if he really regarded it as a misunderstanding.

Walking into the Yijian Palace, the wide hall was full of long swords, with thousands of numbers, and each one was at least a magic weapon. Ten of the long swords were particularly sharp, just floating in the Yijian Palace.

Around the elders of Qingcheng Sect.

Daoran looked to the center of the hall. Yi Xinghai, the head of Qingcheng Sect, sat cross-legged on the platform. There was also a famous sword floating beside him. His magic power was entangled with the long sword, as if he could be unsheathed at any time.

Facing this situation, Daoran did not react at all, walked up to Yi Xinghai and said, "President Yi, the little monk came here today to take away the disciple of the noble sect, Yan Xijiao, but he did the grudge of that year. Please ask Yi

The head of the sect will be convenient for this kind of favor. The little monk will definitely be rewarded."

After hearing what Daoran said, Yi Xinghai said in a regretful tone: "It's really a coincidence that before receiving the letter from the master, Yan Xijiao was abolished by me for secretly learning the skills of the sect and then expelled from the master.

It took half a year, and I don’t know where she is now.

"What a pity. If Master had told me earlier, I would have captured the traitor and sent it to Master myself."

After Yi Xinghai said this, what he didn't believe very much, his divine thoughts locked in Daoran. Once the little monk used half of his magic power, he would attack with all his strength without hesitation.

Qingcheng Sect has been operated for hundreds of years, and its formation is rare in the world. With these thousands of famous swords and the elders of Qingcheng Sect, if you can use the formation with all your strength, even the true immortal can kill it.

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This is also the confidence of Yi Xinghai. No matter how powerful a practitioner is, how can he compete with the power of the earth veins by relying solely on his personal strength?

Daoran has now fallen into the formation. If he knew the truth, he should turn around and leave, and Yi Xinghai would not kill him. If he insisted on his own, then Yi Xinghai would not mind killing him here.

And just as Yi Xinghai stared at Daoran nervously, the sound of a pipa like a sword and a gun exploded in his ears.

As if it was resonance, thousands of famous swords in Yijian Palace were also stimulated by the sound of the pipa, which made the sword body shook violently. The sound of the sword and the sound of the pipa were intertwined, like a battle between thousands of troops.

It was not until the sound of the pipa sounded that Yi Xinghai saw the fiery red figure behind Daoran.
Chapter completed!