A far-traveling sword cultivator from the Great Wall of Sword Qi?
Wei Jingcui was suspicious in his heart. Didn't it mean that the surviving sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall all followed a city and fled to the fifth world?
Cui Gongzhuang, who is a martial artist in the ninth level, has made up his mind to just sit back and watch. If he throws even half a punch, he will lose and he will die.
His thoughts were much simpler than Wei Jingcui's. He only believed in one thing: no sword cultivator in the world would make fun of the Great Sword Qi Wall, not to mention that there was a current master of the Taihui Sword Sect standing next to him.
Although Beiju Luzhou likes to compete with other people's ancestral halls at every turn, in fact, asking for a sword is never a trivial matter, especially this kind of resentment on the mountain where the two sects are completely at odds.
There was no need for Cui Gongzhuang to risk his martial arts future, wealth and life for the title of Chief Guest Minister.
If Liu Jinglong just handed the sword to Yunzong from afar, asked for the sword and left, climbing the mountain all the way to Yangyun Peak with him and admitting his identity would be a day and a day.
Chen Ping'an turned to look at Yang Que and asked with a heartfelt smile: "How do you know I'm not easy to mess with? You have to ask for the basics before you decide whether to take action?"
During this climb, Chen Ping'an felt that he had to give up. Yang indeed had no reason to look at him so highly.
Yang Que cupped his hands in salute, and then replied in his heart: "There is a sword cultivator friend from my hometown, whom I met in the martial arts in the early years. He has never been a guest of Suoyun Sect, but has some personal friendship with me. After he returned home from the Great Wall of Sword Qi
, several people mentioned it to me and expressed great admiration in their words."
Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "What's your last name and what mountain do you come from? Sect Leader Yang might as well tell me. Maybe I know him."
The sword cultivators from Luzhou in Beiju rushed to the Great Sword Qi Wall. Although there were many people with complex origins, including genealogies and wild cultivators, Chen Ping'an really remembered their names.
Yang Que apologized: "I won't say his name. My friend has his own unspeakable secrets."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Why, did your sword cultivator friend go to Sun Juyuan's mansion for a drink, or did he go to Yan'e Lane to have tea with me?"
Yang Que was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Liquor shop, seal, gambling house. No matter how many there are, Chen Jianxian will not test them."
Chen Pingan put his hands in his sleeves, thought for a moment, nodded, smiled and narrowed his eyes, "For the sake of that unknown friend of yours, you can get out of the way. Today's sword question has nothing to do with you. Anyway, this Suoyun Sect, Yang Que
The title of sect leader is just a decoration, and the main reason for the grievances with the Taihui Sword Sect is that your uncle Fei Qing can't keep his mouth shut."
Yang Que seriously took a step back. Judging from his posture, he completely ignored the reputation of the sect and planned to stay out of the matter together with Cui Gongzhuang, an outsider.
Wei Jingcui, who was left alone in his own territory, couldn't help but turned around and cursed: "Yang Que! You retreated without fighting when you encountered the enemy, and you actually stood by and watched. You have lost all the face of the Suoyun Sect!
How can you, Yang Que, still have the dignity to pass out incense to people in the Patriarch Hall as the sect leader, and to offer incense to the Patriarchs of all generations?!"
The Immortal Patriarch’s voice was very loud. It is estimated that all the peaks of the Ancestral Mountain heard his words tonight.
Yang Que looked indifferent and said softly: "It's better than Suoyun Sect losing its incense in my hands tonight. From now on, it doesn't matter whether Master Wei will take the position of the sect leader himself or give it to the pair of Luoyuefeng masters and disciples.
, not a single word of complaint.”
Chen Ping'an put his hands in his sleeves and shook his head, "Don't make any noise and get out of the way quickly. After we leave, you will have a lot of time to chat while you are repairing the ancestral hall all night. Should you be the elders cleaning up the family, or be the younger generation's bullies?"
If the master destroys the ancestors, I will follow you."
Then he glared at the Ninth Level martial artist, "You are young and have no martial virtues. You are a martial arts practitioner. You are arrogant, impatient, and can't hold your breath. How can you do it? Among the three of them, I dislike you the most.
I will tie you to a stone later and sink you into water to plant flowers."
Cui Gongzhuang's scalp went numb when he heard this. He immediately gathered his voices and apologized to the sword immortal in secret: "Chen Jianxian, please calm down. It was Cui Gongzhuang who was clumsy and was hurt by Shi Laozi's status as a guest. I accidentally offended the senior swordsman."
, Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be escaped. As for the specific punishment, Senior Sword Immortal can only say what he wants. Cui Gongzhuang will never say anything, let alone complain."
As a martial artist of the Nine Realms, he could not defeat this color-constant Detao swordsman in terms of his special skills, so he had to wear the Saburo Temple Lingbao Armor and the Military Master's Golden Crow Armor.
Cui Gongzhuang even doubted whether the "young" swordsman in front of him was the old swordsman Qi Tingji who founded the sect in Nanbosu Continent.
However, after hearing that Qi Tingji was handsome and handsome, Cui Gongzhuang was a little unsure about the appearance of the person in front of him. But what if it was the old swordsman who was covering his face and had some tricks to deceive the Suoyun Sect monks?
Chen Ping'an sneered: "Whether it's a capital crime or a living crime, is it you who has the final say?"
Cui Gongzhuang was horrified in his heart and complained endlessly. Among the four difficult ghosts on the mountain, the sword cultivator was the first. The most difficult ones were of course the top five sword immortals in the sword cultivator.
Wei Jingcui, the old immortal, flicked his sleeves, turned around and left, saying, "Yang Que, you can't perform any skills tonight, so you voluntarily gave up the road and allowed outsiders to damage the ancestral hall, and you still want to stop me from taking action.
The prestige of the Suoyun Sect was ruined,"
On the Yangyun Peak Mountain, countless golden threads were crisscrossing the net. It was difficult for the ancestor Fei Qing to control the wind. Fortunately, an immortal with great supernatural powers could not resist. He made a secret with his fingers and a flash of treasure light, using a secret technique of the sect.
His body actually transformed into a palm-sized flying bird, carefully avoiding those strict golden sword lights. A snow-white bird, castrated like lightning. At the same time, the moonlight on the other side of Luoyue Peak
The dense holes suddenly lit up, as if a fairy bridge had been set up to lead the old master back to the place of monasticism.
Liu Jinglong suddenly laughed and said, "Should I let you go before I finish explaining the truth?"
Between Yangyun Peak and Luoyue Peak, the golden silk sword light shredded countless bright moonlight, and the gold and silver colors complemented each other.
The snow-white bird transformed into Wei Jingcui's figure seemed to be imprisoned in a sword-light cage with fine fences.
With an angry shout, Wei Jingcui sacrificed a golden statue and held a mountain-treasuring Moon Mirror in his hand. The mirror's light was shining brightly, like a white dragon drawing water, condensing all the moon souls in a deep pool at Luoyue Peak.
The essence, wearing a "Biluo" emerald green robe of semi-immortal soldier rank, forced the cage to break, facing the two sword cultivators on Yangyun Peak, the old immortal raised his arms, and a graceful figure appeared in the treasure mirror
The ascended woman, with colorful ribbons fluttering, stepping on a bright moon, looks like an ancient goddess riding the wind and the moon.
Liu Jinglong stretched out his hand, grasped a long sword that was condensed from the sword light around him, and struck out with the sword towards the mirror-holding hand of Wei's essence golden body.
Chen Pingan knew that this sword skill was one of the famous sword moves of the previous sect leader Han Huaizi.
Great work cuts jade.
It is most suitable for fighting between sword cultivators.
As expected, Wei Jingcui's golden body was not only cut off with its arm, but also the entire arm was shattered by the sword energy. The white jade fragments of the majestic golden body fell like rain, just like the white cloud quilt on Yangyun Peak.
The immortal crushed it into pieces and a white snow fell.
However, Feiqing Immortal's precious mirror and broken wrist are still hanging in the air, and the moonlight pours down like a waterfall, like a torrential water flowing from the Yellow River Cave to the world.
Liu Jinglong shook his wrist gently, the sword light circled, and on the Yangyun Peak, strange phenomena appeared, the clouds gathered together like a city, the sky and the earth were bright red, the evening air in the mountains gathered into the mountains, the clouds and mists rose, and the tide carried the stars away.
The sword light is shining brightly on the Milky Way, the sky is white, the sky and the earth are white with snow, and there are many monks of Suoyun Sect. At this moment tonight, there is no more exquisite golden body of Wei, only the heaven and earth of Taihui Sword Sect's sword light.
When Yang Que saw the Bengyue Mirror appearing in the world, he felt a great hatred in his heart. The mountain masters of Suoyun Sect of all generations would inherit this treasure as usual and be able to refine this mirror as their natal object. When Yang Que was promoted to Yupu, he could serve as the leader of the sect and his uncle Wei.
Jingjing used the reason that Yang Que's Jade Pure Realm was not yet stable and could not refine the heavy treasure for the time being, so as to avoid making mistakes. As a result, he delayed it again and again, and it took a full three hundred years. But in fact, who doesn't know the number "
Wei Jingcui, the "Fei Qing", has already regarded this sect's treasure as a forbidden treasure, not allowed to be touched by others, and regarded as a possession tied to his own great path? Wei Jingcui made a good calculation and only waited for the peaks of his ancestral mountain to be included in his lineage.
, which of the direct descendants reaches the Yupu realm, they will have their own means to force Yang Que to give up his talents and change the sect leader. When the time comes, Wei Jingcui will take the Moon Mirror with his left hand and take it back with the right hand, just to make a formality.
Just?
Chen Ping'an came to Cui Gongzhuang. Cui Gongzhuang subconsciously took a few steps. Before he could cover up his embarrassment with words, the man followed him like a shadow and came to Cui Gongzhuang. He put his fingers together and gently tapped the Nine Realm Warrior's shoulder.
With such an understatement, Cui Gongzhuang's shoulders were tilted again and again, and one of his feet had already sunk deep into the ground. Cui Gongzhuang did not dare to dodge anymore, and his shoulders were in severe pain. He only heard the man praise: "Soldier Jin Wujia, I have always heard that he can't
I have seen with my own eyes that as a sword cultivator, it takes money to make swords. I am short of money and have never had the time to spend a lot of money. I guess even if I saw it, I would not be able to afford it."
Sweat dripped from Cui Gongzhuang's forehead, and he endured the pain of his shoulder being almost broken, and said in a trembling voice: "If Chen Jianxian likes it, I am willing to give it to my senior as a meeting gift."
Chen Pingan complained: "As a gift? I can't. It's just a loan. A gentleman doesn't take away someone's favor. He just lends it to me for a few days to enjoy, and I will return it to you later."
Cui Gongzhuang smiled awkwardly, thinking that it would be best for us not to meet each other again in the future. To save money and eliminate disaster, I will send this plague god away with a soldier's armor pill.
Cui Gongzhuang still understands the rules of the world. How did the military armor on his body go away tonight? This is how it came about in the first place.
So Cui Gongzhuang had a determined look on his face and showed no signs of distress. The golden-colored Golden Crow Armor instantly condensed into an armor pill. He bent down, lowered his head, offered it with both hands, and handed it to Chen Jianxian.
Chen Ping'an said in his sleeve, "If we don't fight, we won't get to know each other. We will keep in touch with each other in the future. Once we go back and forth, we will become friends."
Cui Gongzhuang smiled bitterly.
Chen Ping'an looked at him without saying anything. He just glanced at the Sanlang Temple Lingbao Armor from the corner of his eye.
Cui Gongzhuang was puzzled and pretended not to know. Thinking that a majestic swordsman from the Great Wall could not be so shameless, he borrowed a Golden Crow Armor and then thought about a Sanlang Temple Lingbao Armor. Everyone was confused.
Are you going out to travel around the world and not being a human being?
Chen Ping'an said: "Can't understand people's words? Back and forth, literally, how can you do it if you just practice boxing without studying. I came to Yangyun Peak today. Is it right or wrong? This soldier's Komaru is just a go, right?
no?"
When the foreign swordsman in blue shirt and sword on his back said this, he gently put his fingers on the shoulders of the Nine Realm martial artist and continued to speak the truth sincerely, "Besides, as a pure martial artist, you
, he is still a great master of the Nine Realms who conquered the great rivers and mountains of several countries with his fists and feet. With martial arts close to him, he is already protected by the gods. What to do with so many external objects, not to mention useless, but also burdensome and delaying the intention of the fist.
, but not beautiful.”
Cui Gongzhuang endured the shock on his shoulders and the horror in his heart. He stretched out his hand to twist the corner of his robe and pulled it gently. A piece of Sanlang Temple treasure armor shrunk into a golden silk talisman. He nodded to the swordsman named Chen and said:
"What the seniors said is absolutely true. It is the juniors who are slow."
To be continued...