"Senior brother came just in time. I was planning to say goodbye to him and go out for some fun!"
The battle of Ciyun Temple was participated by juniors who were just starting out. He had only been a nanny in the past. This was Zhu Mei pushing his affairs, and Zhao Wen naturally would not accept it.
The real top battle in Shushan is the Emei sword fight.
Since the death of Patriarch Taiyi Hunyuan, there have been no top-level battles to watch.
The current general trend is that Taoism and Buddhism will put the Emei Sect in the front, cleaning up the evil sects, demon sects and casual cultivators. All the fighting and killing belong to the Emei Sect disciples.
After cleaning up the world of cultivation, Buddhism and Taoism retreated, and naturally they were not involved. Zhao Wen had no interest in replacing the disciples of the Emei Sect in the front.
Although I won’t go to Ciyun Temple, I will definitely go to other places.
There are countless treasures of all kinds in the Shushan world, and Zhao Wen will naturally not let them go.
The rise of Qingcheng also requires a large number of outstanding disciples to support it, but it is not possible to rise by just joining one.
What he has to do now is to gather the talents who originally devoted themselves to the Emei Sect to the Qingcheng Sect, and suppress the Emei Sect by the way.
"The general trend is in Emei, but as my junior brother comes down from the mountain this time, I will definitely recruit some disciples to strengthen our Qingcheng. Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"
Zhao Wen's understanding of the world of Shushan all comes from novels. If there are any hidden secrets in it, I am afraid no one knows better than Zhu Mei, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect.
"As long as you kill Buddhist and Emei disciples without knowing it, junior brother will have no taboos in doing anything!"
Zhu Mei paused for a moment before saying this, and then said: "If someone sees you and you can't hide it, return to the sect as quickly as possible. I, a disciple of the Qingcheng sect, will not let anyone bully me!"
"Junior brother's skills are my Qingcheng true inheritance, especially the Maoshan classics. Even if you accept a disciple, you must not teach them all!"
After Zhao Wenbai entered Qingcheng, he included the Maoshan Sect's classics in Qingcheng. Many of the cultivation concepts opened Zhu Mei's eyes. He felt that if he absorbed all these concepts, he would definitely be able to greatly improve himself by one level. He has already been classified as Qingcheng.
The true story of the city.
He didn't even pass this technique down to the elders of his sect. If Zhao Wen passed it on to ordinary disciples, in Zhu Mei's eyes, it would be like sending a gift from heaven, so he would naturally give it an instruction.
In Mangcang Mountain, there is a valley surrounded by mountains, where streams of water flow together to form mountain streams.
There were many plum trees growing on both sides of the stream, and a young man wearing a black robe fell into the valley.
As soon as it fell, the consciousness instantly spread out and covered the surrounding area.
In just one breath, Zhao Wen fully understood the surrounding environment. Without any hesitation, he raised his hand, stood upright and restrained all his energy.
Taking one step forward, you have already appeared on the top of a mountain.
A ruined temple appeared in front of Zhao Wen's eyes, covered with divine consciousness, and the sword body, sword hilt, and sword pouch were put into the stone door space in just a moment.
At the same time, Zhao Wen's figure also disappeared into the temple.
"The thief is brave!" A voice with endless anger sounded in the Mangcang Mountain.
In just a few breaths, a middle-aged man wearing a golden crown and Taoist robes and a sad-faced old monk appeared in the temple where Zhao Wen had just disappeared.
The fire in their eyes seemed to be able to set the temple in front of them on fire.
A sharp golden light flashed across, and the four disturbed zombies were reduced to pieces in the sword light.
Master Miaoyi Qi Shuming and Ascetic Tutu carefully explored the surroundings, but did not sense any breath.
My fingers kept counting, but I got nothing.
"This is impossible?" Qi Shuming exclaimed in shock.
Taking away the Purple Ying Sword, and being able to hide the aura on the body from being sensed by oneself, these are all seniors who are about to ascend.
But such strong men are all preparing for ascension, and even their personal magic weapons will be left in the lower realm, so how could they possibly have the idea of the Purple Ying Sword.
A Purple Ying Sword will not increase your strength much, but it will offend the Emei Sect. After ascending to the spiritual world, it will also offend your master, Patriarch Changmei. It is absolutely impossible for anyone in the cultivation world to do such a thing.
"Master, what should I do with Qingsuo Sword?" A look of doubt flashed in the eyes of the ascetic Tutuo.
Because the Purple Ying Sword was forged by Changmei himself, it is of great significance to the Emei Sect, but to monks from other sects, it is just a top-notch flying sword.
Now, someone would actually offend the Emei Sect for a top-notch flying sword. This is definitely beyond anyone's expectations.
"The Qingsuo Sword is in the earthly fire. Before the merits are completed, no matter who takes it out, it will cause huge karma!" After the rage, Qi Shuming had calmed down.
It is definitely not an ordinary person to take away the Ziying Sword, otherwise he would not be able to sense even the slightest breath. Such a strong man will never incur karma for a top-level magic weapon, so now Qingsuo is definitely
the safest.
After Miaoyi Zhenren Qi Shuming and the ascetic Tutu left, the ruined temple became quiet again.
And in the Shimen space, watching the huge power of luck emerging from the Ziying Sword being directly absorbed by the Shimen space, the already extremely huge Shimen space expanded again, Zhao Wen also secretly sighed at the long eyebrows.
cunning.
The Ziying Sword has luck, and the Qingsuo Sword must also have it.
The two magic weapons are still weapon-type magic weapons. Naturally, luck is not innate to oneself, but can only be poured into or placed on it by others.
The only one who can do this kind of thing is naturally the one with long eyebrows.
Before ascending, they left three heroes and two clouds to revitalize the Emei Sect's prophecies. The two women joined the Emei Sect with great luck. With the protection of luck, their strength naturally increased rapidly. At the same time, they could also promote others to trust their own prophecies and attack their opponents.
morale.
Monks in the Shushan world rarely commit murderous crimes, but holding the Ziying Qingsuo can transfer the murderous crimes to the Emei sect rather than bear it themselves, and can also train two unscrupulous thugs for Emei.
The calculation is so clear that it can be described as cunning.
But Changmei never expected that one of himself would appear and directly bring the Ziying Sword to the Shimen space.
But the Shimen space can absorb luck to grow.
Raising his hand to grab it, a purple sword appeared in Zhao Wen's hand. The two seal characters "Zi Ying" were engraved on the sword body.
After the luck disappeared, the brilliance on the Ziying Sword was obviously much darker.
A distraction was engraved in the past, and it was refined in an instant.
As he thought, a purple power grid instantly appeared not far in front of Zhao Wen, completely dividing the space.
"Just in terms of shooting speed, the sword cultivator's shooting speed is definitely far faster than any monk!"
With just one sword strike, even if a monk of Zhu Mei's strength stood in front of him and had no defensive magic weapon on his body, he would be instantly dismembered by Zhao Wen.
Zhao Wen used the basic sword technique of the Qingcheng Sect, but it already had such power.
If Qingcheng's secret sword technique is used, the sword is combined with the soul, and spiritual power is consumed to speed up the attack, Zhao Wen is secretly shocked just thinking about how fast it can be.
