Daming: Let you supervise the country according to the order, and you go to cultivate immortals?

Chapter 243
"If a person who seeks the Dao can't bear even a few words, what kind of practice is there?"

Standing on the boundless sea, Zhu Xiongying glanced at the islands floating in mid-air. On these islands, the awe-inspiring sword intent directly hit people's hearts and souls.

"Little master, these swords are the swords of the deceased who kept the sword."

"The oldest ones are 10 years old."

Teacher Cang hovered and came to one of the floating islands. There, there was a blue-golden sword standing proudly.

"This inch light is the sword used by the old master, Shizun."

Zhu Xiongying looked at it with a glance, and even though ten thousand years had passed, the sword energy still reverberated.

It can be seen that the demeanor of the sword master back then.

"It's a pity that the old master has achieved the demeanor of the sword god, but his master has not seen it. This is also a big heart knot of the old master."

Teacher Cang sighed.

"How to activate Wanjian Tempering?"

Zhu Xiongying is not in the mood to stay here with Teacher Cang so as not to miss the past, he just wants to practice quickly now.

"Simple."

Teacher Cang circled around and landed beside Zhu Xiongying.

"Little master, as long as you use your sword intent to induce, the thousands of swords in this sword mound will be opened automatically."

So simple?
Zhu Xiongying frowned, and a wisp of sword intent instantly released.

In an instant, the burial swords on the countless floating islands were all trembling, and strands of sword energy could be seen condensing out, almost without any lingering, all of these sword energy rushed towards Zhu Xiongying.

The sound of clang sounded in an instant.

These sword qi landed on Zhu Xiongying's body, but they disappeared, and the strength was just right, [-]% of the upper limit of what the physical body could bear.

"The owners of these swords are the ancestors of Tibetan swords. Even if their masters have passed away, the meaning in the swords will not harm the disciples who are tempered. The masters can rest assured."

Teacher Cang explained from the side.

"Ah."

Zhu Xiongying nodded slightly.

This feeling of slightly exceeding the limit is still tolerable.

In this way, the physical body can be continuously tempered and improved within an acceptable range.

"Go ahead and start."

Zhu Xiongying closed his eyes.

The moment he closed his eyes, those elixirs and magic weapons piled up in front of the sword mound were a little bit attracted, and flew directly into the sword mound, and under the refinement of the swallowing sky formula, they turned into one after another. Spiritual power.

With the sword tomb tempering, Zhu Xiongying's practice can go up in a straight line, instead of going up one step and stopping due to the limitations of his body.

at the same time.

Inside Hidden Sword Villa, Zhiruo had a headache.

She had been waiting in the courtyard where Qin Xiong lived for several hours, but Qin Xiong still refused to see him.

To be precise, he refused to meet anyone.

"Junior Sister Zhiruo."

At this moment, a voice came, and Zhao Ji came to Qin Xiong's pavilion quickly, and when he saw Zhiruo, his eyes lit up.

"Brother Zhao."

Zhiruo glanced at Zhao Ji.

To this person, Zhiruo obviously didn't have a good face, not to mention that the disciples of the entire sect now knew that Zhao Ji wanted to challenge the big brother Zhu Xiongying with all his heart.

"Senior Brother Qin left it to me. It's been hard work for Junior Sister Zhiruo. I don't think it's getting too early. It's better for Junior Sister Zhiruo to rest earlier."

The concern on Zhao Ji's face made Zhiruo feel very uncomfortable, even a little disgusted.

After all, although Zhiruo had never seen Zhao Ji's method of treating ordinary disciples, she had heard of it.

There are countless outer disciples whose hands and feet were broken because of offending him, and even the inner disciples, as long as they make Zhao Ji unhappy, Zhao Ji will not make it easy for him.

Of course, there is a reason why Zhao Ji was able to gain such power.

Immortal Chaos has seven realms, good fortune has ten realms, and the Daluo Qiankun realm between the two has only five realms.

They are: King Kong, Zizai, Xiaoyao, Xuanyou, Qiankun.

Because the strongest is Qiankun, it is called Daluo Qiankun Realm.

Zhao Ji's master, one of the ten Qiankun realms of Guiyun Zangjian.

Zhao Ji's father, one of the ten Qiankun realms of Guiyun Zangjian.

Zhao Ji and Qin Xiong, the strongest disciple of the younger generation of Cangjian, grew up together since they were young, and they are inseparable friends.

That is to say, apart from Cang Yue Immortal of Guiyun Zangjian, among the ten strongest, two are the direct descendants of this Zhao Ji, and the elder brother of the same generation and himself are iron brothers.

With so many layers of connections, even if Zhao Ji is only a member of the seventh level of good fortune, and among the younger generation, he cannot be ranked in the top [-], it does not hinder his madness.

All the disciples of Guiyun Zangjian, as long as they don't have long brains, will not mess with this ancestor.

"Then I will trouble Senior Brother Zhao."

Zhi Ruo nodded.

Although I hated Zhao Ji in my heart, I still managed to live with my face.

Glancing at Qin Xiong's residence, Zhiruo turned and left.

In fact, from the bottom of her heart, she had a good impression of Qin Xiong. As the most outstanding disciple of the younger generation, she treated other disciples fairly and was quite a gentleman.

Before Zhu Xiongying appeared, Zhiruo also had no doubt that Qin Xiong would become a big brother, and even Guiyunzangjian's next suzerain.

For Qin Xiong, he can only use one word, good luck tricks people.

After Zhiruo left.

Looking at Zhiruo's leaving back, Zhao Ji gritted his teeth.

There is nothing wrong with him liking Zhiruo, but for someone like Zhao Ji, he wants to get Zhiruo more for playing poker with Zhiruo than for soul communication.

Although Zhiruo smiled at him, Zhao Ji could feel Zhiruo's disgust towards him.

This made Zhao Ji more and more upset.

Why can you be so close to that Zhu Xiongying, but hate me so much, how can I, Zhao Ji, be inferior to that trash? !

With resentment in his heart, Zhao Ji went straight into Qin Xiong's attic.

He and Qin Xiong grew up together since childhood, so naturally they don't have any scruples.

As soon as Fang entered the building, Zhao Ji stopped in his tracks.

In the main room of the attic, Qin Xiong was alone, sitting on the ground, staring blankly at the sword in front of him.

This sword is called 'Qing Li', it was given by Hu Yanxu when he accepted Qin Xiong as his apprentice.

Over the years, relying on this sword, Qin Xiong gradually became the strongest among the disciples of Tibetan Sword.

Although he is only the Ninth Layer of Creation now, even the Tenth Layer of Good Fortune among his disciples is not his opponent.

"Qin Xiong, what's the use of looking at a sword?!"

Generally speaking, Zhao Ji would still call Qin Xiong Brother Qin.

But seeing Qin Xiong's appearance at this moment, especially the aura on his body, is full of decadence, completely lacking the previous vigor and vigor.

Qin Xiong didn't pay any attention to Zhao Ji's arrival.

Still just looking at the sword in front of him.

Then, he suddenly raised his hand and landed on the sword with a finger.

With the sound of 'click', the sword that had followed Qin Xiong for hundreds of years broke in two in an instant.

Zhao Ji frowned even more.

"But just one Zhu Xiongying made you like this?"

Zhao Ji's eyes showed cruelty.

"Qin Xiong, I have a plan, but I don't know if you dare or not."

Zhao Ji suddenly thought of something, his eyes were ruthless.

I saw him stepping up to Qin Xiong.

"I will send Zhu Xiongying a letter of challenge in a few days. If he accepts, I will directly abolish him!"

As soon as the words came out, Qin Xiong frowned suddenly.

He looked at Zhao Ji with doubts in his eyes, as if to say, are you kidding?

"I am serious."

Zhao Ji took a deep breath.

"With that guy here, you and I will not have a good life in the future."

"It's better not to do it, and to keep on doing it, and I will destroy him directly!"

"I know this will cause public anger, but I believe that my father and my master will be able to save me."

"I just need you to promise me one condition."

"From now on, you will become a big brother, and you will become the suzerain, so give me Zhiruo!"

Zhao Ji's seriousness flashed with madness.

Qin Xiong frowned.

He could foresee what would happen to Zhiruo if she fell into this guy's hands, she would definitely be reduced to a slave-like plaything.

In mind

"As long as Zhu Xiongying is abolished, the sword god will inevitably find a successor disciple, who do you think he will accept?!"

When these words came out, Qin Xiong's eyes lit up instantly.

"it is good."

Anyway, for Qin Xiong, he doesn't need to pay anything now.

"Wait to be your big brother, be your big suzerain, Zhu Xiongying, leave it to me."

Zhao Ji grinned, with a look of hostility in his eyes.

"By the way, I remember that you still have one more Creation Pill, give it to me."

Without any hesitation, Qin Xiong raised his hand, and a wooden box the size of a thumb fell into Zhao Ji's hands.

"When I refine this good luck pill, I will be the eighth level good fortune. I don't believe that Zhu Xiongying's garbage can't be destroyed."

Zhao Ji's eyes were full of hostility.

He was purely belonging, and he was burning with jealousy.

..............................

Time passed by bit by bit.

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

In the past seven days, Guiyun Zangjian seemed to have returned to the original calm, life was calm, and the disciples were doing what they were supposed to do, and nothing major happened.

Until the morning of the eighth day.

Zhao Ji forced his way in outside the Sword Tomb, which had been listed as a forbidden area.

The disciples who joined in the fun naturally did not dare to enter the forbidden area, and all of them looked at it from afar.

This formed a very interesting scene. The sword mound was hundreds of feet in diameter and empty, but the high altitude beyond the hundred feet was densely populated with human figures, like a group of mosquitoes gathering together.

"Zhao Ji, what are you going to do?"

Before the sword mound, Zhiruo ran over quickly after getting the news, stood in front of the sword mound, and questioned Zhao Ji.

"Sovereign ban, disciples are not allowed to enter Baizhang Sword Tomb."

Zhiruo looked at Zhao Ji and said in a concentrated voice.

"Junior Sister Zhiruo, why are you in such a hurry?"

Seeing Zhiruo's anxious and caring appearance, Zhao Ji was even more angry.

"Zhao Ji, you know in your heart what kind of punishment you will be punished for disobeying the suzerain's prohibition."

Facing Zhao Ji like this, Zhiruo obviously no longer has the slightest bit of face.

"Ha ha."

Zhao Ji smiled coldly.

Then he looked around and looked at the thousands of disciples of Tibetan sword who were volleying in the air to join in the fun.

"Everyone from the same sect is here, today I am Zhao Ji."

The words fall.

Zhao Ji flicked it suddenly, and a red long sword floated in front of him.

"I'm Zhao Ji, I'm going to ask Zhu Xiongying, big brother of the sword today!"

This voice, mixed with cultivation, is enough to spread throughout the land.

The disciples who joined in the fun were all in an uproar and talking about it.

All of them looked at Jianzhong, wanting to see if the elder brother who had stayed in Jianzhong for seven days would accept Zhao Ji's challenge.

If you don't answer, then the prestige of this senior brother will be lost. In the future, even the handyman disciples who sweep the floor will not take this senior brother Hidden Sword seriously.

After all, since Master Hidden Sword, he has never refused other challenges of asking swords.

And if you accept it.

These Tibetan sword disciples all knew that the senior brother Zhu Xiongying was only at the first level of good fortune, even if he was lucky, breaking through to the second level of good fortune in the past few days would be useless.

These disciples all know Zhao Ji's strength.

The difference in strength is too great.

Accepting the challenge, being hanged and beaten up, is still embarrassing.

In other words, in this matter, when Zhao Ji raised the challenge, it was a lore.

"shameless!"

Zhiruo looked at Zhao Ji and was extremely angry, but she could only curse like this.

"Ah."

Zhao Ji still sneered.

Just quietly watching Jianzhong.

And this moment.

Within the sword mound, there is a space of its own.

Zhu Xiongying was cross-legged on the sea surface, surrounded by extremely rich aura, pouring into his body at all times, and at the same time, endless sword aura, falling on him one after another, to temper him.

"Little master, do you want to answer?"

Teacher Cang sat on Zhu Xiongying's shoulder.

The answer she spoke of was naturally the voice asking for a sword outside the sword mound.

"It's really troublesome."

Zhu Xiongying opened his eyes slightly.

To be honest, he didn't want to engage in these things.

Mostly a waste of time.

But if you don't kill a chicken, the monkeys outside will become more rampant in the future.

Instead of this, it is better to make an example to others.

"Just try it too, now I have some strength."

Zhu Xiongying lost his sword intent.

The moment the sword intent dissipated, all the sword energy moved by the sword intent also disappeared.

Standing up, Zhu Xiongying walked towards the exit of the sword mound.

The entrance to the Sword Tomb.

The voices of public opinion among the disciples who joined in the fun became louder and louder. A cup of tea had passed since Zhao Ji called out the sound of asking the sword, and there was still no sign of the big brother Zhu Xiongying.

"Aren't you really scared?"

"You are stupid, if you were him, you would pick it up? Isn't this a proper way to come out and seek death?"

"It's true, this senior brother is also a waste."

"Fortunately, the sword god accepted him as a disciple, and he doesn't even have the guts, bah!"

"…………"

All kinds of comments belittle the voice.

But before Jianzhong, Zhiruo breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Zhu Xiongying made up his mind to ignore it, then there is no need to worry. This challenge is not mandatory, even if Zhao Ji yelled out his throat, it would be useless.

At this moment, Zhao Ji's face became gloomy. He didn't expect that the other party would not take up the fight. If so, he couldn't help but fail to achieve his goal, and would instead be punished for violating the suzerain's prohibition, which would be a blood loss.

"Zhu Xiongying, you coward, you..."

"Stop howling, noisy."

A voice interrupted Zhao Ji's voice.

All the disciples were also taken aback for a moment, and all of them stared at Jianzhong with wide-eyed eyes.

I saw a figure slowly coming out of the sword mound.

It was Zhu Xiongying who came.

(End of this chapter)