The one who stayed on the Jiange boardwalk was Old Man He.
When Jia Guilin left with the monks of the Foreign Sect, he silently held the four elixirs in his hand and put them back into his sleeves.
But the old man in the river was still standing quietly, looking at the Jiange, and even the highest and coldest mountain in Tianbei Island.
The reason why the Foxia Peak is called Foxia Peak is because it is high. Every day, sunrise and dusk, the sunlight appears first or leaves the peak at the latest.
The location of Oxia Peak is not the best. When the pavilions and pavilions were built, they were not favored by other pavilions.
But I heard that the owner of Jiange chose this place almost at a glance as the foundation for the establishment of Jiange Pavilion.
Back then, neither he nor Yu Song were born.
But Old Man He heard from his master that the Master of Jiange chose Gu Xia Peak, and threatened that the strongest man in the Eastern Continent, who must have come from this peak.
In the hundreds of years later, Jiange was indeed very strong, and the leader of Jiange was better than the other.
When Yu Song's responsibilities were reached, looking at the entire Eastern Continent, almost no one could surpass the sword path.
But Old Man He was dissatisfied.
He was practicing alchemy, but he never felt that Yu Song's sword was more powerful than his pill.
Although the two are not substantially comparable, no one can better than him in the entire Eastern continent.
So, he felt that in terms of reputation, at least he could draw with Yu Song.
There is no extreme or vanity here, it is purely a competition between classmates.
He and Yu Song are both pure monks.
But today, when he saw with his own eyes that Yu Song pointed at the sky as a sword, Old Man He suddenly felt a little discouraged in his proud heart.
After today's battle.
That sword pushed Yu Song steadily to the position of top cultivators in the Eastern Continent, and was no longer just a rank of sword cultivators.
The reputation of Tianbei Island Jiange will inevitably surpass that of Changsheng Pavilion.
The status of the leader of the sect in the cultivation world of Tianbei Island will inevitably be firmly consolidated by this sword.
The farce that Changsheng asked before was also wiped clean by this sword.
The strength is the boss, don’t accept it? But who dares to ask?
But……
Old man He looked at Fo Xiafeng gradually deepened.
Is the reason why Yu Song set off his sword today? Is it Tianbei Island?
Although Yu Songliang's sword increased the reputation of Tianbei Island a little further, within Tianbei Island, the balance of power began to become somewhat unbalanced because of this sword.
Tianbei asked this time, exposing many problems inside Tianbei Island.
He even asked before, Yu Xinzhu's sudden illness, the messy recruitment of brides, and the chaotic Changsheng who had just ended.
The conflict between Jiange and Changsheng Pavilion is almost on the surface, but it has not been broken yet.
At such a sensitive moment, Yu Song suddenly showed his sword.
Old man He knew that what Yu Song wanted was definitely not just the glory and deterrence given to him by the world.
Because Yu Song has already had these things.
So, what is his purpose in drawing his sword?
Lanrong Palace
In front of the cliff like a knife and axe, Yu Song stood quietly in the yard in front of Lanrong Hall.
The wind swept the spacious monk's robe on his body, showing his thin but still tall body under his wide shirt.
Wherever he stood, he was like a sword stuck between the cliffs.
The golden crow did not take away the last ray of light, and the afterglow reflected by the sunset shone on Yu Song's face, adding a little gentleness to his firm expression.
Looking at the faint green mountains in front of him, Yu Song's face was a little pale. Today's sword did consume a lot of his spiritual energy.
He finally smiled, his voice soft and gentle: "The only thing I can do for you is this old bone. The rest depends on yours!"
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"Click!"
Another wooden sign floating above the mandibular brain was suddenly split into two pieces by an invisible force.
Wrapped in a wide black robe, Blo suddenly pulled off the hood that covered his head and face, staring at the mantis brain in front of him in disbelief.
Next to him, Rong Mochou, who was also wearing a black robe, held half of his obviously swollen face in his hand and looked at Blo with a complicated expression.
"This...is impossible!"
"How can a human monk resist the attack of the menstrual brain?"
Blo's lips and hands were trembling, and he held up the wooden sign that was split into two pieces.
The wooden sign is a centipede with a dark body and a bright red head, which looks charming and gorgeous.
It was just split into two sections from the center, and this curse card was completely scrapped.
Blo's eyes were full of heartache, and he kept murmuring: "Impossible, this is impossible, how could a human race destroy my meninge...I don't believe it...This is not true..."
Rong Mochou impatiently rubbed his swollen face.
He felt that Blo looked like an old waste with epilepsy at this moment, and couldn't help but sneer: "It's impossible that it will rot, either. You are afraid that these things will be piled up with rags..."
Blo suddenly lifted his eyelids, and the pair of eyes with grayish-white bottoms were staring at Rong Mochou fiercely.
"You say that everyone is ragged. The meridian is a holy object passed down from ancient times by my Chie clan. Do you dare to say that the meridian is ragged? Believe it or not, I will kill you with the meridian now."
After saying that, Blo slowly curled the corners of his mouth.
He didn't know how old he had lived. The loose and dry skin on his face showed neat patterns along with his expression, and coupled with the dark light in the room, he looked a little sinister and deceitful.
"Hmph! Rong Mochou, I don't know what Yu Song's cultivation is, but I know your cultivation level. Should I try it? See if the manganese brain is ragged?"
Rong Mochou also glared back at Blou viciously: "Then what do you think is going on? The two consecutive attacks failed. Are you blamed me?"
Rong Mochou took down his hand that covered half of his face and roared back angrily.
Blo's eyes fell on Rong Mochou's obviously swollen cheeks. He wanted to laugh but was afraid that Rong Mochou would really turn against him, so he could only bear it and his tone eased.
"I really don't know why the first one was knocked away. Something happened."
Blo is also a little confused now.
It was obvious that the entire process of the menstrual attack was very good, but just as the thunder curse was about to be hit, the black Mamba's wooden sign suddenly flew out.
Even he had never encountered this situation.
Because the wooden sign was a bit powerful and they were completely unprepared, they accidentally hit Rong Mochou's left face.
It may also be because of the thunder curse card of the manure. Rong Mochou's face was swollen from the ground, and no matter what magic or pills were used, he could not reduce the swelling.
So Rong Mochou could only temporarily press on a slightly deformed face and waited for the swollen face to disappear naturally.
So he can understand his emotions.
But Rong Mochou had completely no hope for Blo.
Because he had no time anymore, the Changsheng Pavilion question completely disrupted his plan, and the subsequent troubles will continue.
He must let all those who cause trouble for him disappear as soon as possible!
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I like these two chapters of Bright Sword very much, and Yu Song also likes them very much. Good night