The suspended sword array fell to the ground, smashing the ancestral hall. The sword energy rippled in all directions. The entire first-line peak was surging with wind and clouds, especially at the Stop Sword Pavilion with towering ancient trees. The wooden leaves fell one after another and floated around leisurely due to the excitement of the sword energy.
Upon landing, a large group of direct disciples of Zhengyang Mountain seemed to have entered a troubled autumn ahead of schedule, with their eyes full of sorrow.
This time, no one thought that the young swordsman from Luo Luo Mountain was talking about a crazy idiot.
Behind the Dingjian Pavilion, there is a tung tree planted by the founder of Zhengyang Mountain. It has grown intact for more than two thousand years, and its trunk reaches into the clouds. Therefore, there are especially many fallen leaves today.
On the top of the sword, the sect master Bamboo Emperor and the sword array immortal only protected the tablet of the god in the ancestor hall, the incense burner, the portraits of the ancestors of the past generations, and everything else. They carefully crafted seats that have been passed down from generation to generation. Each one is priceless.
The fairy wood beams and pillars, and the floor tiles whose craftsmanship is more exquisite than those in the palace, all seem to have become fleeting smoke and dispersed with the dust.
Only Zhu Yufeng Tian Wan and Wu Tijing, a closed disciple of the sect leader Zhu Huang, were not present at this meeting outside the door that violated the ancestral rules and regulations. In addition, even Yu Jiao Feng Yu Xi had already arrived with his sword. The Bamboo Emperor had previously
After proposing to remove Yuan Zhenye, he directly followed up with this sentence, "I, the Bamboo Emperor, as the eighth mountain master of Zhengyang Mountain, the first sect master after becoming a sect, and as a sword cultivator in the Yupu Realm, agree to this.
After that, all you need to do is nod and shake your head. No one needs to speak in this discussion today."
After that, Xia Yuancui of Full Moon Peak took the lead in seconding the proposal. Yan Chu, the commander, hesitated for a long time and ignored Tao Yanbo's advice from Qiuling Mountain. He still nodded in agreement. Those mountains close to Full Moon Peak and Shuilong Peak, several sword veins, such as Qiong
Zhifeng Lengqi, including Zhifeng Lengqi, had no choice but to follow these powerful patriarchs and draw a clear line with the old ape in white.
After the Bamboo Emperor, Xia Yuancui and Yan Chu all expressed their opinions, the dozen or so worshipers and guest ministers from Zhengyang Mountain all nodded. It would be better for them to sacrifice Yuan Zhenye today than to end up in person and fight with Luolu Mountain.
As for the foundation of the avenue, who should they ask to compensate? Just say that the hanging sky sword array that manifested the avenue with a grain of golden light was too powerful. Just the reflection of the sword light falling on the mountain made them feel like a ray of light on their backs.
Everyone weighed it up, if they were cut by those sword lights, it would be like cutting through tofu.
If the Bamboo Emperor didn't mean this and was willing to win people's hearts earlier, they actually wouldn't mind adding icing on the cake and offering sacrifices. The guest minister's duty is to help Xianfeng perform a few special immortal spells, but since the Bamboo Emperor has such an attitude
, no one is just a fool, and they don’t know how to act on impulse. They risk their wealth, life and career to help Zhengyang Mountain in times of trouble.
On the contrary, it was the Sword Immortals who were the masters of several old peaks, including Bo Yun Peak and Pian Piao Peak, who all shook their heads and rejected the suggestion of the sect leader Bamboo Emperor.
One of them, Old Jindan, even directly scolded the patriarch Zhuhuang for his actions. He was a fool who would destroy his family's fortune for thousands of years. He had no conscience and no morality at all. It would only bring shame to the ancestors of Zhengyang Mountain and make them be criticized by outsiders.
When you come up the mountain, instead of taking the lead and using your sword to fight back the enemy, you would rather be led by others and abandon a mountain protector who has worked hard to protect the mountain. You, the Bamboo Emperor, are not even worthy of being a swordsman. How can you be the mountain master? So what is really going on today?
What needs to be discussed is not whether Yuan Zhenye’s name in the genealogy should be written off, but whether you, the Bamboo Emperor, can continue to serve as the sect leader...
The Bamboo Emperor smiled and said, "As I said before, you just need to nod and shake your head. There is no need to speak."
As a result, Lao Jindan was directly detained by the Sword Formation Immortal. He stretched out his hand to grab it and put it into the Qiankun in his sleeves.
Liu Xianyang moved his buttocks, changed tables, and continued drinking and eating.
A female Patriarch turned to look at Liu Xianyang and glared at each other: "Liu Xianyang, you and Chen Ping'an are just asking for swords. Why go to such trouble, act insidiously, hide behind the scenes, call friends, and spend so much time and money on calculations?"
If we in Zhengyang Mountain are really capable, we can imitate the Yellow River in Fengleiyuan and fight all the way from Bailudu to Jianding. This is what the swordsman does!"
Instead of tit-for-tat, Liu Xianyang nodded vigorously and said: "Yes, yes, this elderly aunt, you are old and everything you said is right. If there is another chance next time, I will definitely take Chen Ping'an with me."
That’s a question about the sword.”
When it comes to quarrels, there are many masters in the small town in my hometown. Except for the rich kids from Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, such as Zhao Yao and Xie Ling, who may be a little less capable, none of the others have been since they were young.
As far as the eye can see, the alleys, beside the Suolongjing, under the old locust trees, in the fields and ridges of the dragon kilns, door to door and wall to wall, there is no place where you can practice martial arts to sharpen your words and skills.
As expected, the female Patriarch, who wore a gold silk crown and an emerald green robe, was so angry that Liu Xianyang's unscrupulous words made her body tremble.
The old ape in white took a step forward and said calmly: "I still have half a stick of incense, so you can continue chatting. I'll go and meet that mud-legged guy who gets mad when he succeeds."
Liu Xianyang raised the wine glass with one hand and gave a thumbs up with the other, "Yuan Ancestor is invincible in one continent. He once changed his fist to Song Changjing and kicked Piyun Mountain, crushing countless ancestral houses. Cao's ancestral house in Muping Lane, Erlang Lane
The Yuan family, the Li family in the far west, and the Xie family in Taoye Lane are all invincible. Who dares to settle accounts with Qiu Hou, the ancestor of the mountain movers? Now that they have broken through again, it is not easy to deal with Chen Ping'an. "
The ancestors of the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain and a group of guest ministers were all horrified when they heard this.
How many forces did this mountain protector provoke when he traveled to Lizhu Cave? No wonder Cao Jun, who claimed that his ancestral home was in Muping Lane, would ask about Jian Qiongzhi Peak and Beijian Peak successively. And that Da Li
The hunting envoy Cao Peng? The ancestors of the two surnames Yuan and Cao came from Lizhu Cave Heaven. Their culture and military skills complemented each other, helping the Song family of Dali to rise in the north and gain a firm foothold so as not to be annexed by the Lu Dynasty. Finally, Dali became what it is today.
The awe-inspiring sight of cavalrymen is a fact known to all the continents.
The Bamboo Emperor smiled and said, "Liu Jianxian, please stop joking."
Liu Xianyang's words are of course nonsense, but no one is suspicious at this moment, and a few words are tantamount to adding fuel to the fire and adding insult to injury. Zhengyang Mountain cannot withstand such a torment.
After protecting the mountain and enshrining Yuan Zhenye, an old ape appeared. He stamped his feet and settled between the sword top and the Jianjian Pavilion. At the same time, he used his natal magical power to move mountains, stepped down a line of peaks, and landed with a crash.
The surrounding landscape and luck will then stabilize the points.
The little bastard from Mud Bottle Alley had the guts to cut open the ancestral mountain, and then lift up a line of peaks with his sword, making the ancestral mountain several feet above the ground.
This supernatural power of stepping on mountains and taking root with its hands and feet is so domineering that it makes many guests and ministers feel worried. Will they follow the Bamboo Emperor and take the wrong bet? No matter what happens to the Bamboo Emperor at that time,
Through mediation, at least they would have a real feud with Yuan Zhenye.
The old ape in white put away the Dharma sign behind his back, his body was full of Gangqi flowing like a turbulent river, his big sleeves were bulging and making a hunting sound, and he said with a ferocious smile: "If you become famous, you will die with a fist!"
Yuan Zhenye stood up from the ground, leaping high into the air. The mountain beneath his feet trembled. His burly figure turned into a white rainbow, turned around in the sky, and headed straight for the mountain gate.
Liu Xianyang stood up, held his nose, and carried a bottle of wine. He came to the edge of Jianding Cliff and squatted on a white jade railing, drinking and watching the battle.
An unparalleled punch, like a flying sword from an immortal sword, made the sky and the earth light up, creating a large depression like a lake where the man in green shirt was standing outside the mountain gate.
Over at the Stopping Sword Pavilion, the direct disciples from the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain were looking forward to it. After seeing Patriarch Yuan deliver this punch, they were all dazzled. There were young swordsmen who clenched their fists and cheered silently.
Many guests attending the ceremony saw Yuan Zhenye's actions for the first time.
A good protector of the mountain, he truly deserves his reputation. Yuan Zhenye's punch was so powerful and heavy that it could clearly kill the Nascent Soul cultivator.
Maybe those warriors with strong physiques from the Far Traveling Realm would be dismembered on the spot after receiving this punch, with their flesh and blood shattered to pieces.
But on the waterless "lake" outside the mountain gate, a man in green shirt remained motionless, suspended in the air, with a smile on his face, one hand behind his back, and the other gently waving to disperse the dust around him.
The old ape in white fell at the gate of the mountain, turned his head and glanced at the long sword inserted in the plaque of the archway. After retracting his gaze, he stared at the swordsman in green who relied on luck to get to where he is today, and asked:
"Do we need to keep your whole body? Otherwise, you bunch of losers from Luopo Mountain won't be able to stop you, and it will be difficult to collect the body afterwards."
Chen Ping'an didn't say anything. He just raised his fingers at the old ape in white, then tilted his head slightly, put his fingers together, and tapped his neck, signaling Yuan Zhenye to hit him here.
Yuan Zhenye narrowed his eyes, and there was a thud under his feet. The earth shook dullly, and the roots deep under the Xianxian Peak were shaken, causing ripples of spiritual energy in the surrounding world. If the confrontation between the two sides was a landscape painting, then all the palms used
At this moment, spectators on the mountain who are watching the mountains and rivers will find that the mountains and rivers here are shaking for a while. The figure of the old ape in white disappears in a flash. The next moment, a man in green shirt is fiercely swept by a punch and hits the neck. In an instant,
Moved several dozen feet laterally.
Chen Ping'an shook his wrist lightly, stopped for a moment, shook his neck, and smiled, as if to say, "I want you to try it, don't hold back, why are you being polite to me?"
Even if a sword cultivator is uniquely endowed, he can temper his flying sword and at the same time warm his soul and body. He can refine the sword and temper his body at the same time, getting twice the result with half the effort. This allows the sword cultivator, headed by the four most difficult ghosts on the mountain, to be able to defeat thousands of people with one sword.
He has a body comparable to that of a military monk and a pure martial artist, but even the green-shirted swordsman from Luolu Mountain and his friend Liu Xianyang are both in the Jade Purity Realm, but a Jade Purity Realm swordsman can really create a small world in his body.
The body is like a city, so indestructible?
Until this moment, those monks who were watching the ceremony who knew the identity of "Zheng Qian" began to believe that she might actually be the founding disciple of this young mountain master.
And the old ape in white was really like a master on the mountain. Every time he punched, he didn't take advantage of the victory and pursue it. He stopped immediately after passing the punch, as if he deliberately gave the man in green clothes a chance to slow down and catch his breath.
Although this person who is blessed with good fortune and protects the mountain in the upper five realms is undoubtedly a monk, he has indeed always made Aquarius Island famous for his boxing and kicking skills.
The old ape in white had a gloomy face, "You son of a bitch, are you really not going to fight back?!"
Wearing a green shirt, he never carried a sword and remained silent.
Yuan Zhenye laughed endlessly, opened a simple boxing frame, bent his knees slightly, and lowered his head slightly, as if carrying a mountain on his back. When the boxing frame was together, there was a vision of swallowing the spiritual energy of the world. The spiritual energy and pure true energy that should have naturally conflicted
, actually got along well with each other, and all turned into a powerful fist intention. Not only that, after the fist frame was wide open, the fist intention behind him was like the monk's enlightenment in the mountains, condensing into mountains, and the fist fists under his feet were like a river flowing violently, and
The steps and steps of the Taoist masters are similar but have the same effect, laying out a fairy pattern full of Taoism. Finally, the old ape in white steps on a brand new true shape map of the Five Mountains in Aquarius Island. Before passing the fist, the old ape in white
, just like the ancient immortals lifting huge mountains and stepping on rivers.
Tempering and moving mountains belong to the magical power, and the melting and casting fist means mountains and rivers are one furnace.
Chen Ping'an glanced at the half-baked true-form drawing, and it seemed that the mountain protector had not been idle in these years, and he had figured out some new tricks by it.
A mountain spectator at Qingwu Peak marveled, "Such a boxing technique can be said to be at the pinnacle, beyond the reach of Mrs. Wu."
Pei Qian squinted at the man and almost couldn't hold it back. She held down the opponent's head like the Zuo Guardian of Qilong Lane and made him stare at him. When her master took action, what was the real boxing technique?
Everyone saw the burly old ape, with a majestic momentum that would create the world, punch the young swordsman in the head.
In an instant, the old ape in white was standing where the green shirt had been.
But the young mountain master still didn't fight back and let the punch hit his forehead.
Is it because the old ape's fist was destined to be avoided?
To be continued...