As for Xue Peng's question, Zhao Long did not answer. He was in a very troubled mood right now. How could he have time to pay attention to the people of Daolong Sect?
Xue Peng's personality was much gentler than Long Hao's. Seeing that Zhao Long didn't answer, he stopped asking.
Instead, he pulled Zhao Long and pointed to the house on the right side of the hut he came out from and said, "Since you don't want to say it, forget it. You can live here first from now on."
After listening to Xue Peng's words, Zhao Long raised his eyelids slightly and walked into the hut. Xue Peng originally planned to follow him and have a good chat with Zhao Long.
But after Zhao Long entered, he immediately closed the door, which made Xue Peng feel ashamed. This kid, forget it, I'd better ask the senior brother.
Seeing Zhao Long being so cold, Xue Peng also gave up the idea of asking Zhao Long and went directly to the top of the mountain to find Long Hao.
This cabin is not big, only about ten square meters, which is enough for Zhao Long to live alone.
In addition to a wooden bed board, there is only a set of wooden tables and chairs in the room, which looks very simple.
However, Zhao Long didn't care and sat directly on the bed, frowning.
"Damn Zhang Jie, he actually threatened the safety of my Zhao family!" Zhao Long knocked the bed board next to him with his fist angrily, "No, I must get rid of the control of Daolong Sect."
The reason why the Daolong Sect dared to threaten Zhao Long so blatantly was because he knew that Zhao Long cared about the Zhao family.
But if everyone in the Zhao family is gone and disappears, where will the Daolong Sect come to threaten Zhao Long?
Thinking of this, Zhao Long, who had been frowning, suddenly relaxed, with a sneer on his face.
But then Zhao Long sighed again. With his current strength, it was simply impossible for him to leave the Daolong Sect, which was under heavy surveillance.
If you want to be unaware of the gods and ghosts, then you can only learn the two famous sword skills that Zhao Long was most proud of in his previous life.
The first is the Five Elements Escape Technique, which Zhao Long found in a cave in his last life. As the name suggests, this sword technique uses the Five Elements to perform escape techniques.
Although the level of this sword skill is not high, only the emperor level, it is very practical. Even when Zhao Long was the sword god, he often used it.
Another technique called Breath Condensation Technique is a sword technique that can completely condense the breath of the whole body. The level is also not very high. Like the Five Elements Escape Technique, it is only at the Imperial level.
But the combination of the two sword skills is very difficult. In the previous life, Zhao Long was not the most powerful sword god emperor.
But he is the most feared Sword God Emperor. Without him, it is because of the combination of these two sword skills.
Just imagine, with the Breath Condensation Technique, you can hide from anyone's senses, and with the Five Elements Escape Technique, you can suddenly appear in front of others. It is definitely a must-have knife skill for killing people, stealing goods, sneak attacks and escaping.
"I can start practicing when I reach the first level of Sword Master. Hum, even if Zhang Jie comes in person, he will never be able to stab me."
Zhao Long smiled proudly, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, "Zhang Jie, let's see."
Thinking of this, Zhao Long decided not to waste any more time and took out the Ice Jade Bed directly from the storage ring.
And he himself sat directly on the ice jade bed and started practicing.
In order to reach the first level of Sword Master earlier, Zhao Long used almost all his methods.
Then the endless vitality of heaven and earth gathered crazily around Zhao Long's body.
The rich vitality has almost condensed into liquid. The concentration of spiritual energy in this hut far exceeds that on the top of the mountain.
If Zhang Jie saw the concentration of vitality in Zhao Long's place, he would definitely scream in surprise.
But it's a pity that he is practicing alone in the back hall on the top of the mountain, and Zhao Long has no intention of letting him see him.
Time passed very quickly, and more than two months had passed in the blink of an eye. Zhao Long had also been promoted from the sixth level of sword master to the ninth level of sword master, and he was about to break through to the level of sword master.
However, having learned from the past, Zhao Long did not dare to rush into making breakthroughs directly.
In fact, he had reached the ninth level of Sword Master a month ago. During this month, he did not continue to practice forward.
Instead, he is constantly consolidating the sword energy in his body. After all, the more concentrated the sword energy is, the better it is for his body.
At the same time, Zhao Long continued to study the half of the "Magic Sword Art" in his hand, trying to find out the reason why the master of the Sword Dragon Sect fell through the sword master.
It is a pity that no matter how much research Zhao Long did, he did not find any problems.
Zhang Jie, on his side, would call Zhao Long to the top of the mountain every month and ask Zhao Long to talk about his experience in practicing cultivation during this period.
Due to the consideration of the Zhao family, Zhao Long did not dare to disobey. In fact, he could see at a glance the reason why Zhang Jie stayed in the ninth level of the Sword King and was unable to break through, but he did not intend to say it out.
Putting aside things like cultivation, it relies more on personal understanding rather than guidance.
Besides, if Zhang Jie threatens Zhao Long like this, will he still give Zhang Jie advice? It’s good if he didn’t make it up.
As for Xue Peng, since he lived very close to each other, he would chat with Zhao Long every now and then.
However, Zhao Long was obsessed with practicing and didn't bother to pay attention to him most of the time.
However, Zhao Long also learned from Xue Peng that Xue Peng didn't know much about Zhao Long's situation and was only instructed by Zhang Jie to monitor Zhao Long.
Apparently, Zhang Jie didn’t want to make this matter a big deal. “Dong-dong,” suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Zhao Long opened his eyes and shouted, with a trace of exhaustion on his face. During this period of practice, he didn't get a good rest at all, and he looked a little haggard.
It's me, the competition is about to start, why don't you come out and take a look?" Xue Peng said outside the door.
The competition he was talking about was a test that the Daolong Sect would conduct on low-level disciples every two months.
Anyone who is below the level of Sword Master can participate. However, since the gap between Sword Master and Sword Master is not small, there is no suspense in comparing the two.
Therefore, the Sword Dragon Sect divided the competition into two groups, one group with all swordsmen, and one group with all swordsmen, so as to facilitate the battle.
It is also stipulated that the winners of the two groups can live from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside for two months.
If you can win the next battle, you can continue to live on the mountainside.
After all, the vitality on the mountainside is much better than at the foot of the mountain.
There was only a "squeaking" sound coming from the door, and soon Zhao Long walked out of the hut.
At this time, there was already a sea of people outside the door of the hut. Hundreds of low-level Daolong Sect disciples were surrounding the two arenas, shouting loudly.
Zhao Long noticed that the two people fighting in the ring on the left were both in the Sword Master realm, one was in the 6th Heavenly Swordsman realm, and the other was in the 7th Heavenly Swordsman realm. At this moment, the 7th Heavenly Swordsman master had the upper hand.
The people fighting in the ring on the right are all sword masters. The fighting is much more exciting than the one on the left, and there are also a lot of people watching.
I have to admit that the combat effectiveness of these disciples of the Daolong Sect is much stronger than that of the Zhao family.
Even though the masters of their Zhao family were slightly stronger than their opponents, Zhao Long could tell that the masters of the Zhao family were still no match for the Daolong Sect disciples.
However, in Zhao Long's eyes, these battles are like child's play. They are too weak. I thought there would be exciting battles?
But that's all. Zhao Long sighed, shook his head and turned around to leave.
But what he just said happened to fall on the ears of a Daolong Sect disciple. He immediately turned around and shouted: "Boy, what did you say? That we are too weak?"
This disciple's voice was loud and immediately attracted the attention of others around him.
Moreover, even the two parties fighting in the ring stopped completely, and each one glared at Zhao Long.
"Isn't it? They are all very fancy. The most important thing about the moves is effectiveness, not performance."
If he had been able to attack the opponent's lower abdomen just now, the opponent would never be able to react and would definitely be seriously injured and lose combat effectiveness.
But what about him? He did some magic tricks in the air, and then stabbed him. It was already too late, and the opponent was already prepared.
Zhao Long glared at the low-level disciples of Daolong Sect with disdain. He had no good impression of Daolong Sect in the first place, so he was naturally rude when he spoke.
If Zhao Long changed his tone and asked those disciples to recall what Zhao Long said, they would definitely find out how correct what Zhao Long said was.
However, what Zhao Long said just now completely angered the Daolong Sect disciples present.
The Daolong Sect is also a big sect in the Qin Kingdom. They are all proud of being disciples of the Daolong Sect.
But Zhao Long had just reduced the sword skills they had learned to nothing, how could they accept this?
"You, a boy from the ninth level of swordsmanship, have what qualifications do you have to criticize me?" The disciple who was accused by Zhao Long immediately shouted.
Then he pointed the ordinary long knife in his hand at Zhao Long. After all, not everyone can have a knife.
"That is, you still live on the mountainside every day. You only have the ninth level of swordsman, so what qualifications do you have to live on the mountainside?"
The Daolong Sect disciples were completely angry, and they could only live at the foot of the mountain.
But Zhao Long lives on the mountainside, which intensifies the conflict between them and Zhao Long.
However, Zhao Long sneered disdainfully: Do you think I like living here?
If that old man Zhang Jie hadn't forced me to live here, I would have left long ago.
Don't think that your Daolong Sect is anything special. In my eyes, you are just scum!
"What? Kill him!" The disciples of the Sword Dragon Sect were completely angry, and then surrounded Zhao Long, staring at him with red eyes.
Xue Peng, who was hiding aside, looked at Zhao Long in the middle, recalled what Zhao Long had just said, made gestures, and suddenly showed an expression of surprise.
This kid who only has the Ninth Level Swordsman is right. If he attacks directly to the lower abdomen as Zhao Long said, the opponent will definitely not have time to react.
Who is this kid? Even if he practices so crazily, how can he still be so experienced and be able to see the flaws in our Daolong Sect's sword skills?
Xue Peng looked at Zhao Long in shock, seeing that the encirclement of Daolong Sect disciples was getting smaller and smaller.
Xue Peng slapped his head directly and suddenly shouted loudly, "What are you doing? Stop it!" This chapter has been completed!