With the end of the Qianyuan Martial Arts Conference, the Chaoyang Sect did not become silent because of this. Most of the elite disciples went to the Jingjing Pavilion, just to see the skills and experience left by those famous predecessors, and to look forward to their future practice.
There was a bigger breakthrough on the way, and the ban on the sword tomb next to the holy land was opened, making it easier for those disciples who did not have suitable magic weapons to go find their own magic weapons.
Every day, people flew over the Chaoyang Sect with swords. Although the disciples who failed in the competition were disappointed, they were not depressed. Instead, they talked about the shocking competitions in the competition.
"Xiao'er, when my teacher was discussing with several elders in the Qianyuan Hall today, several elders asked about the last time you and Zhou Jian turned defeat into victory in the competition. They all had some questions, and my teacher was also very puzzled.
Tell me, my teacher, what's going on?"
Hearing Ning Zhiyang ask this, Qin Xiao was also stunned: "Master, don't you know what's going on?"
"What kind of nonsense are you talking about? It's such an inexplicable situation. How could I know that there is something that I can't tell you, and you still want to hide it from me?"
"Master, my disciple doesn't know what's going on?" Qin Xiao said with a bitter face.
"What do you mean you don't know? You are not the only disciple who leads the art to the mountain. You are also secretive. If you have something to do, I will take care of it for you. Tell me!"
Qin Xiao once again recalled the scene of the competition that day, but his mind was still blank, and there was no impact at all. In addition to Chaoyang Jue, he did also learn the nameless technique passed down by his father, but the technique was just a fragment.
There is no other effect except to make him endure the beating, not to mention that Dad said that he must not tell anyone else.
"Master, do you really not know what happened?"
Ning Zhiyang stared at Qin Xiao carefully for a long time, frowned and said: "Recall the situation carefully, how did you neutralize Zhou Jian's killing move? Originally, as a teacher, you wanted to find that bastard Fang He
Let me give you an explanation. Unexpectedly, I was seriously injured that week. Not only were the bones of my hands displaced, but the meridians were also staggered. All the internal organs were injured. The most serious one was Qiqiba who had several meridians on his chest injured.
8. It was not until the competition with your fourth senior brother that he was cured by the joint efforts of several elders of Baicao Hall. Later, he was dealt with badly by your fourth senior brother. Now he is still lying in bed dying, which makes him feel embarrassed even as a teacher.
Open your mouth and curse."
Qin Xiao looked confused, "Master, my disciple was beaten all over by Zhou Jian that day, and his brain was a little unclear. I only remember that Zhou Jian seemed to have punched him in the end. The other disciples had no memory at all, so they still listened.
It was only after several senior brothers told what happened later that they found out that they had won the competition, and the disciple himself was at a loss."
"You really have no impression at all?" Ning Zhiyang asked.
"I don't remember at all." Qin Xiao thought about it carefully and said with certainty, and then added: "Several senior brothers said that the Human Emperor appeared and possessed me. Isn't that really the case?"
"Fart, why is the Human Emperor possessed? There are so many disciples of the Chaoyang Sect competing against each other. How come the Human Emperor only possesses you? You think you are the Human Emperor's son." Ning Zhiyang said angrily.
"Haha!" Qin Xiao scratched his hair and giggled.
"It's really strange. Fortunately, although your moves are strange and tight, they are not evil. Otherwise, the master and others may think that you are an undercover agent from other sects. If I hadn't stopped you, Qianyuan Lun Wuyi would have ended.
, you were taken to the Qianyuan Hall for interrogation."
The consequences turned out to be so serious. Qin Xiao quickly knelt on the ground and said solemnly: "Disciple has no doubts about Chaoyang Sect. Master, please look into it carefully."
Ning Zhiyang looked straight at Qin Xiao without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something. This matter can be big or small. At the least, it's just a disciple leading the art up the mountain. At worst, Qin Xiao is a spy. It all depends on how Ning Zhiyang handles it.
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Ling Haotian, who was standing aside, suddenly smiled and said: "Master, my junior brother is so stupid. If he can be an undercover agent, everyone in the world can be undercover agents."
Yun Feiyang smiled: "You have to keep a low profile when you are an undercover agent. My junior brother is so capable, but I don't think he has the talent."
"Yes, master, this is unreliable. The head master and the others are making too much of a fuss."
"Junior brother is so good at eating, he is not an undercover agent."
"Why are you so anxious? Master didn't say anything!" Seeing several of his disciples excusing Qin Xiao, and even Ning Bugui wanting to speak, Ning Zhiyang interrupted them, looked at Qin Xiao again and suddenly laughed.
With a few sounds and a wave of his sleeves, a soft spiritual power lifted Qin Xiao up from the ground.
"Of course I believe in my own vision. My apprentice is definitely not an undercover agent. No matter what other people say, let them talk what they like. Anyway, the strange situation that happened to you is not just once or twice. Just treat it as a nine-turn gold."
Dan and the special effects of your Taixu Divine Vein, if anyone dares to say anything again, I will reward him with a sword."
"Thank you, Master!" Qin Xiao's eyes heated up. Although the master said it lightly, Qin Xiao didn't understand anything. He was suspected of being a spy from another faction. Such a serious problem could be brushed off easily. The master must be there for him.
The invisible thing resists all pressure.
"Go, go, go, do whatever you have to do, why do you have to stay here? You don't need to practice, you just want to be beaten, right?" Ning Zhiyang waved his hand.
"Master, didn't you say that you would take Second Senior Brother to the Sword Tomb to pick out magical weapons? We all want to see what magical weapons Second Senior Brother can pick out, and we are just waiting for you to speak." Yun Feiyang stepped forward.
"By the way, I almost forgot about this!" Ning Zhiyang patted his forehead, glanced at Qin Xiao and suddenly said: "Xiao'er, why don't you go to the sword tomb and have a look, so that I can save you the time of refining weapons?"
Come to the pavilion."
"But isn't it possible for elite disciples to enter the Weapon Refining Pavilion? What's more, if the disciples have poor cultivation, they won't be recognized by the magic weapon even if they enter."
"None of my disciples, Ning Zhiyang, is an elite. Besides, for a freak like you, whatever happens to you is not normal."
Ning Zhiyang believes from the bottom of his heart that Qin Xiao's existence is a miracle that turns all unreasonable things into reasonable ones.
The Sword Tomb is on the left side of the Holy Land. From a distance, it looks like a big hillside. The hillside is lined with green trees and pines and cypresses. It is quite ordinary. However, among the trees, there are occasional faint formation fluctuations. Inside
Most of the stored magic weapons were used by the seniors of the Chaoyang Sect in the past dynasties, or were exquisite products refined by the elders of the Refining Pavilion. Some of them were brought back from outside. Most of the people in the Chaoyang Sect are masters of swordsmanship.
The first magical weapons in the Sword Tomb were all swords, so this place is called the Sword Tomb.
There is a huge stone tablet in front of the sword tomb. The stone tablet is engraved with the word "Jianzhong". The brushwork is vigorous and powerful, and there is a strong sword intention in it. Seeing Ning Zhiyang's arrival, the guardian elder of the sword tomb stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "
The fifth elder brought his disciples here to select the magic weapon, right? Several of your disciples have excelled in Qianyuan Lunwu, and their future is limitless."
Ning Zhiyang smiled and said: "Elder Yuan is too polite. There is no one in the Sword Tomb now."
"There is no one here, please let your disciples in."
"Well!" Ning Zhiyang turned around and said to his disciples: "Only one person can enter the Sword Tomb to select magical weapons at a time. It's up to you."
Qin Xiao had no choice but to walk towards the sword tomb. Elder Yuan suddenly stopped him and said to Ning Zhiyang: "Fifth Elder, this is wrong. In the images from Tiandu Peak, only your second disciple Ling Haotian is qualified.
Entering the Sword Tomb, there is no name of this master disciple."
"As for those who are not qualified, I say he can get in if he can." Ning Zhiyang said proudly.
"But this..." Elder Yuan smiled bitterly: "Fifth Elder, you also know that I specialize in guarding the sword tomb. Without the master's decree, how could I dare to let others in? If the master pursues this, what should I do?
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Ning Zhiyang didn't show the slightest hesitation: "It's no big deal. I'll take care of anything. If Feng Yuan has any opinions, ask him to come to me in person. Isn't it just a magic weapon? I only have seven disciples. How many times can I go in?"
Second-rate."
"This...this..." Elder Yuan hesitated but did not dare to let it go. How could an ordinary elder like him dare to act so arbitrarily?
Ning Zhiyang was quite impatient and said forcefully: "There are so many magic weapons there, they are almost hairy. It is a waste. What is the difference between unusable magic weapons and a pile of broken copper and iron? Elder Yuan, this
Just leave the matter alone, I don't believe Feng Yuan really dares to make a fuss over such a trivial matter."
Such a trivial matter, the few disciples who had just walked to the Sword Tomb to prepare to choose the magic weapon felt crazy for some reason when they heard this. They had worked hard and worked hard to be qualified to enter.
The entrance to the Sword Tomb was a huge stone door. Qin Xiao walked to the tall stone door. The stone door made a dull "rumbling" sound and opened automatically. What came into view was a long staircase, winding and spiraling straight into the cave.
It's the deepest part, and I don't know where it extends.
Qin Xiaocai stepped onto the stairs, and the stone door behind him immediately fell down automatically. The cave did not get dark. On the walls on both sides of the long stairs, dragon heads were carved every few meters, like natural carvings, lifelike, with a solemn expression and eyes.
It was powerful without anger, as if it were alive. The huge mouth of the dragon head was slightly opened, holding a fist-sized luminous pearl in its mouth. The soft white light emitted illuminated the long stairs as bright as day.
After passing the stairs, the front suddenly opened up. A small arch bridge was suspended between two cliffs. Under the bridge was surging blood-red magma. Sparks shot out and air waves rose. Occasionally there were one or two pieces of quilt on both sides of the cliff.
The rocks scattered by the air waves were left in the magma, making a "chipping" sound. They surged up and down in the magma, floating and sinking. The surging air waves rushed up to the arch bridge, but it was not as Qin Xiao imagined.
The feeling of overwhelming heat was instead an endless chill, which made Qin Xiao verbose.