After Xuanyun Tianjun went into seclusion, Qin Xuan practiced alone on the Immortal Mountain. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here was very rich, and there were many powerful magics. It was an excellent place for Qin Xuan to practice.
During this period of time, an extremely sensational thing happened in Seven Swords Mountain.
It was about canonizing Qin Xuan as the Sword Master.
When this order was first issued, countless disciples were shocked and couldn't believe it was true.
After all, there had never been a Jianzi in Seven Swords Mountain before, but now the Jianzi was sealed. This move created history. What was even more unacceptable to them was that the person who was sealed as a Jianzi was a seventh-level saint who had just left
Other sects came to Seven Swords Mountain.
They don't understand why the top management gave Qin Xuan the position of swordsman. There are so many talented people in Seven Swords Mountain, including many ninth-level figures. When will it be the turn of a seventh-level saint to be the swordsman?
Just because he took out a top-grade divine sword from the Burial Sword Mountain, was he given such an honor?
This is too hasty.
However, most of the people who made these voices were formal disciples, and almost no disciples from the seven main peaks stood up to object, simply because they had been warned by the masters of each main peak not to discuss the sword indiscriminately.
Even though some disciples of the seven main peaks are dissatisfied with this matter, they know very well that this is not the mountain master's willful action, but the consent of the seven major peak masters, which means that the matter is a foregone conclusion and no one can change it.
Time passes day by day, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed.
The voices in Seven Swords Mountain talking about Qin Xuan becoming a swordsman gradually subsided. All the disciples focused on practice. After all, practice is the main element of this world. If you want to gain a strong status, you must improve your own strength.
In the past six months, Qin Xuan has sometimes practiced divine magic and sometimes comprehended the power of the Great Dao. Although there has been no breakthrough in his cultivation, his overall strength has been steadily improving and is much stronger than when he first came to Seven Swords Mountain.
Although he has never fought against others, Qin Xuan has a feeling in his heart that his strength has reached the top level of the demigod realm and he can fight head-on with the original Jun Huan.
After a while, Qin Xuan faintly encountered a layer of shackles. He knew in his heart that if he continued like this, his strength would not be greatly improved, so he decided to leave Fairy Mountain.
In the southwest area of Seven Swords Mountain, a towering mountain peak stands on the earth. From a distance, it looks like a divine sword thrust into the sky, making people feel awe.
At this moment, a figure dressed in white came to the top of this mountain peak. This man had an outstanding temperament and was unrestrained. When he appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of many people around him, and a sharp edge flashed in their eyes.
"Who are you? How dare you break into Chunjun Peak!"
A cold shout came out, and many disciples flashed towards this direction, staring at this figure in white with sharp eyes, thinking that this person's temperament was quite outstanding, and it seemed that the disciples from other main peaks came to challenge them.
Disciples from the seven main peaks often clash with each other. Disciples from other main peaks will come to challenge them, and they sometimes go to other main peaks to challenge them.
"I, Qin Xuan, have some doubts about my practice, and I came here to ask Master Chunjun for advice."
Qin Xuan spoke calmly, his expression calm as usual, as if he was saying a very ordinary sentence.
He is a swordsman, so he is naturally qualified to go to any main peak.
"Qin Xuan!"
The disciples looked shocked and stared at Qin Xuan's figure. Is this person the swordsman who was canonized not long ago?
As expected, he is only at the seventh level of cultivation. It seems that the previous rumors are correct.
"You just said that you want to ask our master to answer your questions about practice?"
A disciple asked, his voice seemed a little cold.
"Exactly."
Qin Xuan nodded and said calmly: "Everyone should know my identity. The mountain master has given orders. Jianzi can give guidance to anyone in Seven Swords Mountain. I also ask you to inform the master of Chunjun Peak."
Everyone's eyes suddenly turned cold when they heard Qin Xuan's words. This person's words were so arrogant. He was just a seventh-level saint. He wanted to see the master as soon as he opened his mouth. Do you really think that he can do whatever he wants just because he is a sword?
It's downright ridiculous.
"Master is practicing in seclusion and doesn't have time to see anyone. If you have any doubts about your practice, just tell me. There are many senior brothers here who can answer your questions."
A young man in yellow clothes replied in a casual tone, with a hint of pride on his face, obviously not taking Qin Xuan seriously.
The other disciples looked at Qin Xuan calmly and did not say anything, as if they acquiesced in the man's words. They did not deny Qin Xuan's identity, but this did not mean that they had to obey Qin Xuan's orders.
Qin Xuan glanced at the young man in yellow, and naturally he could tell that the other person didn't care about his sword, but his expression was still as calm as ever. If the other person obeyed easily, it would not be like the behavior of a disciple of the main peak.
The disciples of the seven main peaks are the best people in Seven Swords Mountain. It is extremely normal to be arrogant, especially when facing a low-level person. If you want to make them obey, status alone is not enough.
You also need to show strong enough strength.
Qin Xuan smiled and said: "My doubts cannot be described in words. Why don't you discuss it with me? With your cultivation level, you will definitely be able to see my shortcomings."
"Discussion?"
The face of the young man in yellow became a little weird, and he looked at Qin Xuan with great interest. With his ninth level cultivation, this person actually dared to compete with him?
You are really brave.
"Brother, it's better to be careful. Don't forget that this person took out a top-grade divine sword from the Burial Sword Mountain. His strength must far exceed the seventh level."
A disciple next to him whispered to the young man in yellow, naturally he was afraid that he would take it lightly.
After hearing the man's words, the young man in yellow's eyes suddenly focused, his face became a little more serious, and he secretly replied: "Don't worry, I have a sense of discretion in my heart."
After saying that, the young man in yellow stepped out, came not far from Qin Xuan, and said loudly: "If your cultivation level is lower, then take action first. Let me see how powerful your Taoist authority is."
"My Taoist power is stronger than that of ordinary seventh-level characters, so please be careful."
Qin Xuan replied with a smile, the smile on his face looked harmless.
"You can release it, I can bear it."
The young man in yellow said disapprovingly, but in his mind he was thinking about releasing the strongest defense directly. Even if Qin Xuan's power was stronger than ordinary people, could he still shake the defense of a ninth-level figure?
This is obviously unrealistic.
"I'm going to take action."
Qin Xuan spoke, and after the words fell, he took a step forward, and an extremely terrifying power of swordsmanship swept out, turning into a sword of stars and killing forward.
When the Sword of Stars arrived, the face of the young man in yellow changed drastically. He felt a world of stars oppressing him, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. The power of the sword in his body was directly suppressed and could not be released at all.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, the body of the young man in yellow was directly shaken into the sky like a rootless duckweed, and then fell hard to the ground. It was as miserable as it was!