In early spring, the bustling Luoying City is bustling with activity.
Carriages of all sizes passed quickly through the city gate, and the cries of various goods were loud in the streets and alleys. Sellers could be seen everywhere busy with poles on their shoulders.
At this time, an elegant and refined scholar walked into the city gate and walked towards the core area of the city center.
He has a tall and thin figure, a clear face, and is dressed in a blue robe. He stands with one hand behind his back. He exudes an elegant and indifferent air, without the edge of a swordsman.
Bo Qing...or Kendo Hongyuan!
"Tap..."
Hong Yuan walked slowly on the bluestone avenue with a calm expression. No one could tell that he had experienced many battles and killed many martial saints a few days ago.
While he was integrating into the life in the world of mortals, he was looking back at the differences between himself and the past.
The first one, and the most obvious one, is that his sword body was upgraded from a sixth-order saint to a seventh-order saint in one fell swoop, and his strength has undergone an earth-shaking change.
The sixth-level saint and the seventh-level saint are far from being comparable, not only because of the difference in strength, but also because of their status.
The seventh-level saint can be ranked among the major forces and is the backbone. He can be regarded as a figure in the five major divine continents and the endless sea!
Previously, perhaps some people in the Ji clan would have had problems with Hong Yuan because he was only a sixth-level saint, thinking that he was not worthy of the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint.
But when he became a seventh-level saint, especially after he shined in this battle, anyone who saw him and the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint would have to call him a handsome man and a beautiful woman. And this was why Hong Yuan needed the sword to break through to the seventh level quickly.
One of the reasons for being a saint!
The second one is the transformation of the origin of Tianhe Fudi Immortal Aperture. From producing Qingti Immortal Essence to producing a higher level Red Date Immortal Essence.
Using the Red Date Immortal Yuan to activate magical powers and sacred weapons is dozens of times more powerful than using Qingti Xianyuan to activate magical powers and sacred weapons. This is also an important factor that makes it difficult for saints to challenge each other.
And with the transformation of the origin of Tianhe Paradise's Immortal Aperture, the time flow rate has jumped from the original 1:70 to 1:150.
Although it is not as good as 1:600 after the transformation of the Destiny Demon Realm, it is still quite rare.
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All kinds of thoughts quickly flowed through Hong Yuan's heart and were summarized.
After a while, he compared the sword body with the demon body, and instilled their data into the "Dream Meditation Battle" space to control them to fight.
Miserable failure!
The sword body was violently beaten by the demon body, but it only lasted for a quarter of an hour.
Everything was fine at first, especially after the sword body used "Reverse Current River Protective Canmeng Robe" and "Five-Finger Fist Dream Sword", it even suppressed the demon body.
But once the demon body activates the fairy cave, the battle situation is reversed in an instant!
"The gap is a bit big."
"The identity of Tianming is a big reason, but the sword body has not found its own way, which is also a big problem."
Hong Yuan lowered his eyes, divine light flickering in them.
He walked through the crowds with ease, passed through the streets, and headed towards the inner city of the Ji clan step by step.
Compared with the sword body and the demon body, Hong Yuan spent more energy on the demon body. He knew very well that the demon body was the foundation of the Dao. The sword body was just a way to protect the Dao.
Therefore, when it comes to exploring the relationship between the two, the demon body is much deeper!
The rapid progress of the sword body during this period is only due to the fact that the main body needs to become a saint.
Therefore, the sword body was far inferior to the demon body, so Hong Yuan did not feel anything wrong.
Right now, the sword body is also facing a crisis: Shouyuan!
"Oh, I really didn't expect that it was the Great Sage Fengxi who attacked me that day."
"Isn't the flood flooding the Dragon King Temple? It's really helpless..."
Hong Yuan sighed softly and looked inside at the dying Qingyuan Baolian in the blessed land.
That day, in order to save his life, he desperately activated the "Devil Disintegration" on the sword, and briefly reached the level of an eighth-level saint.
But the only thing connected with the body's longevity is the demon body, and the sword body recklessly activates the "disintegration of the demon", which suddenly leaves a big problem.
The lifespan of the sword body is still about a hundred years, and the Qingyuan Lotus is almost exhausted.
If he wants to make up for the longevity of the sword body, he must first rescue Qingyuan Baolian.
Just when Hong Yuan was thinking a lot, the inner city of the Ji clan arrived.
At this moment, Die Jianwu Shengxin, who was teaching Hua Menghuang the swordsmanship in the Colorful Butterfly Garden, felt something in his heart and suddenly raised his head.
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The sun is shining brightly and the spring breeze brings coolness. The flowers are blooming and their fragrance is overflowing.
In the Butterfly Garden, there are streaks of purple energy flickering, white mist surging around the edge of the formation, and occasionally a red glow passing by.
In the expectant eyes of Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, a figure loomed in the thick white mist and walked out slowly.
Close.
This figure got closer and closer.
Bang bang, bang bang.
A strange pounding heartbeat sounded, and Butterfly Sword Martial Saint put down the white jade book in his hand, stood up quickly, and stared blankly at the thick white mist, staring at the figure that haunted her.
Finally, the fog cleared, and Hong Yuan's handsome face appeared.
"Rimin, I'll be back..."
Before Hong Yuan finished speaking, Butterfly Sword Martial Saint swooped towards him, like a baby swallow returning to its nest, hugging Hong Yuan tightly.
Feeling the fragrance of the beauty in his arms, Hong Yuan stopped talking and gently stroked the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's hair with a gentle look on his face.
rear.
Hua Menghuang, who was as graceful as a fairy in the bright moon, looked at his two masters hugging each other, quarreling with each other, and quickly covered his face with both hands.
But her fingers were not closed together, and through the gap, she could clearly see the postures of the two masters.
"Hey... didn't the second master just leave for nearly half a month? Why is the master so nervous?"
"Is it possible that something big happened to the second master? But why didn't the master tell me? I don't understand."
Hua Menghuang's face turned red. Bingxue was smart and she quickly figured out the joint.
But as long as the two masters didn't mention it, she wouldn't take the initiative to mention it. She believed that if she should know, then the two masters would tell her.
Just looking at the two masters hugging each other in front of him, Hua Menghuang smiled inexplicably.
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The flowers are blooming and the fragrance is overflowing.
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, who is tall, has a beautiful face, and has a colorful butterfly sword across her waist. To outsiders, she looks like a lofty snow lotus. She can only be viewed from a distance, but not up close.
But now, she was lying extremely docilely on Hong Yuan's chest, with a shy look on her face.
She exhaled like blue and said in a warm voice: "Qing Lang, what are your plans for the future?"
As she spoke, she looked at Hong Yuan with watery autumn eyes.
Thumb thump——
Hong Yuan felt an inexplicable tenderness in his heart.
Feeling these changes, he instantly woke up from this gentle land, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he was quite shocked inside.
He is not a junior brother. Whether he was incarnation as "Han Jiuming" or "Ye Gufan", he had met beauties such as Kun Rong, Han Kui and Ye Xin'er, and he devoted all his efforts to maintain their relationship.
Those feelings.
However, there has never been such a moment when he felt the throbbing so strong!!!
"Without a woman in my heart, I draw my sword to the God of Nature."
"It's bad, I'm not really moved, right? Don't act it out for yourself."
"My roots are Hong Yuan, not Bo Qing!!!"
Hong Yuan took a deep breath of air and felt his scalp numb.
At this moment, he actually felt that the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint was more troublesome than the Great Sage Fengxi.
Although all kinds of thoughts were rolling through his heart, the expression on Hong Yuan's face remained unchanged. He said softly:
"I have repaid the kindness shown to me by the Daxuan Dynasty, and I have a clear conscience. From now on, we will live our lives well."
"Right now, we should prepare for the opening ceremony in September. Even if Meng Huang cannot win the first place, we cannot let her fall out of the top three."
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The tenth day of April.
The Southern Xinjiang Divine Continent suddenly became lively, especially the Ji clan.
This is because the eighth generation ancestor of the Ji clan is celebrating his 5,000th birthday and has invited all the major monks in southern Xinjiang!
Jian Shen Hong Yuan, who lives in Luo Ying City, also received such an invitation letter, and he was among the first batch, so he attached great importance to it.
Originally, Hong Yuan didn't want to attend in person, he just wanted to get a gift.
But the Ji clan valued him so much that he was too embarrassed to refuse.
To a certain extent, his previous impressive achievements in the Sea of Clouds battlefield in the Eastern Wilderness Continent have not been ignored.
"Qing Lang, do you think it's appropriate for me to wear this blue palace dress?"
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint was wearing a beautiful dress and turned around gently in front of Hong Yuan. She looked beautiful instantly.
She blinked her bright eyes and asked Hong Yuan.
"It's beautiful. Li Min is the most beautiful." Hong Yuan nodded with a smile.
But Butterfly Sword Martial Saint stood there thinking for a moment, and then continued to choose a dress.
After a while, she wore a purple skirt and asked Hong Yuan if it looked good. Hong Yuan still nodded patiently.
However, Butterfly Sword Martial Saint still continued to choose dresses...
Ji clan inner city.
The inner city is very vast and has various terrains.
There are purple bamboo forests, lakes and magnificent palaces.
now.
On the shore of a beautiful lake, the scenery is picturesque, with weeping willows like smoke, sacred trees crystal clear, flowers blooming, petals like rain, and fragrance bursting.
Several young saints of the Ji tribe were walking here and talking to each other.
"Sister Qingshang, will Jiang Yi also attend this grand banquet of our ancestors? He is just a useless son-in-law, and he has delayed Sister Qingying's future for nothing!"
"That's right. Originally, Sister Qingying could be called Shuangfeng together with Sister Limin, but because of this waste Jiang Yi, Sister Qingying's reputation plummeted, and her cultivation level stopped at the level of a sixth-level martial saint. It's really
I'm furious."
"Oh, I can only say that Sister Qingying was harmed by Uncle Zhong. How old is she? And she still wants to marry her with her fingertips."
"It would be great if Sister Qingying broke off the engagement. However, this is also Jiang Yi's problem. He is just a warrior, why doesn't he know how to advance and retreat?"
"Stop talking. The more you talk, the angrier you get. If Jiang Yi was half as good as Bo Qing, I wouldn't be so angry!"
Ji Qingshang couldn't help but clenched his fists as he listened to the words of his partner beside him.
Especially after hearing the comparison between Bo Qing and Jiang Yi, the anger in her heart became even more intense.
In her opinion, if her sister Qingying is not implicated by Jiang Yi, then even if she cannot catch up with the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, she will not fall too far behind.
Not long after, a handsome and mighty man came towards them.
This person's name is Ye Zhihai, he is the direct son of the Ye clan of the four major families in southern Xinjiang, and he is a seventh-level martial saint.
His entire body was filled with thunderous light, and his hair was all sparkling, intimidating his peers in southern Xinjiang, like the sun was shining brightly in the sky.
The most important thing is that he and Hua Qingying have a bad relationship!
"Sister Qingshang..." Martial Saint Zhihai looked at her with a smile on her face, which made people feel like they were taking a breath of spring breeze.
When Ji Qingshang looked at Zhihai Martial Saint, his resentment towards Jiang Yi became even deeper.
Now the ancestor's birthday banquet is not a stage for their younger generation to compete?
Once her sister Qingying lags behind again, let alone catch up to the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, she may be surpassed by the younger generation.
And all of this was caused by Jiang Yi, the useless son-in-law.
"Damn Jiang Yi, not only is it a drag on Sister Qingying's practice, but he is also a waste. It really pisses me off!!!"
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That night.
The fifth thousand birthday celebration for the eighth generation ancestor of the Ji clan has begun. Luoying City is extremely lively. Heroes from all walks of life are visiting and heroes are gathering together.
Five thousand years old, let alone the human race, is extremely rare. Even among the demon race, it is extremely rare for a long-lived old man to live long.
This is a true antique quasi-emperor, the heritage of the human race!
"Fifth thousand birthday, haha..." Hong Yuan smiled slightly.
At the end of the sea of clouds, palaces and palaces rise, and there are also jade towers floating in the air, just like a fairyland.
One after another, great practitioners came by boat and became very famous. This reminded Hong Yuan of attending the meeting in the legendary Yaochi.
"The Western Desert Tribulation Monk comes to visit."
"The thunder god of the Ye tribe in southern Xinjiang is coming."
"The Black Gold King of the North Plains Gold Family has arrived."
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Big shots appeared one after another, the scene was huge, and all kinds of divine chariots were shimmering with glow.
Even the ferocious beasts that pull the cart are descendants of dragons, dragons, and phoenix birds, which is very extraordinary.
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Gradually, when the name of Hongyuan Sword was heard, the juniors of the Ji clan became noisy.
"The Lord Jiaojian of Donghuang Academy has arrived!"
Hong Yuan wore a blue robe and stepped on a water-blue stegosaurus, appearing calmly.
Although his appearance was extremely gentle, the juniors of the Ji clan couldn't help themselves, and they were all extremely excited.
Because they know what kind of horrific achievements this water-blue sword dragon has caused in the sea of clouds battlefield, and how many saints have been hated by them.
"It's unbelievable. Is that Senior Bo Qing? Isn't it rumored that he is in seclusion to recuperate? I didn't expect that he looks full of energy now." The junior Yuki clan exclaimed.
"I, as a sword cultivator, should do this. I must, absolutely, must. One day, I will also be famous throughout the five continents!" A swordsman held the sword tightly in his hand, and his heart was filled with ups and downs.
"Oh, comparing people to each other is so irritating. Jiang Yi, why do you have the nerve to be so calm? Can't you learn from Bo Qing? You are so shameless!" Ji Qingshang glanced at Jiang Yi behind him,
My teeth were itching with anger.
At this moment, Jiang Yi, the famous good-for-nothing son-in-law of the Ji clan, was picking up a fairy fruit in the corner and eating it, looking at the Hong Yuan sword with solemn eyes.
As for the cold looks beside him, he didn't care at all, he only saw Hong Yuan's sword.
"A lotus in the eternal blue sky..."
"The seventh-level body fights the eighth-level overhaul..."
"You are worthy of being the master of Dream Seed. Come to think of it, you are the protector of the Tao!"
Jiang Yi took a bite of the pulp, and the clear color in his eyes instantly dissipated, returning to a look of dementia.
After Hong Yuan entered the hall, he felt something in his heart and glanced in Jiang Yi's direction.
"Good-for-nothing son-in-law? I knew this five-thousand-year birthday banquet would not be that simple, tsk tsk." Hong Yuan laughed in his heart, "I'm afraid some old monster must have rebuilt it."
But soon, Hong Yuan put away his gaze and ignored him.
No matter how strong he is, can he be as strong as his immortal martial arts?
As long as you don't block the road to eternal life, Hong Yuan said you love whatever you want.