Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 42 Sword Qi Fu Flowing Light Brings the Young Man to the Sky

Under the foot of the mountain, there is only the light sound of spring rain falling on the world, which seems to want to infiltrate this shock into everyone's heart.

Qingzhou Luo Qingchen, who was once famous in the capital, dared to challenge the legendary number one scholar Li You'an. Although the challenge failed, his deeds were spread in Lin'an Mansion.

Martial arts and refining gods, both are stunning geniuses who have broken through the five realms!
Now, come to fight for the position of Shanren? !
These people come to fight...

Is there any suspense? !

If it is said that the two strong men on the list are like two mountains straddling the hearts of many practitioners, then the appearance of Luo Qingchen is like a rushing and turbulent river blocking those who want to take a chance and be the first one. The practitioner who was selected by the Lord of the Six Mountains as the guardian of the mountain has almost lost his mind.

Although the rumors say that the mountain master chooses the mountain guards regardless of cultivation and pays more attention to eyesight, but... when the cultivation is strong enough and dazzling enough, then only him will be left in the eyes of the world.

Although the eye is an illusory thing, but generally speaking, it is impossible to escape those talented people, because the more dazzling a person is, the more eye-catching they are.

If you watch a lot, you will naturally have eye contact.

If there is no talent, who will come to you.

Even Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong stared sideways.

Martial Dao and God Alchemy have both broken the five realms. Such a strong person is definitely not waiting for the position of a mountain guard. Maybe, he can really get his wish.

A smile hung on the corners of Luo Qingchen's lips, the plain silver sword light lingered all over her body, bathed in the golden light that tore through the evening clouds and fell out of the dust.

Facing the oppression of Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong, he didn't feel anything, and came with his hands behind his back, stepping on the light of the sword, like a banished immortal.

Suddenly, Luo Qingchen stopped, with his hands behind his back, his shirt fluttering, he turned his head and looked towards the distance where the golden road spread, where a luxurious carriage was parked among the mountain roads full of fresh grass and tender flowers.

Many practitioners also followed Luo Qingchen's gaze, and saw Lin's chariot, as well as the two young girls and a young man standing beside the frame of Lin's chariot.

Most practitioners know that Luo Qingchen is an aide of Qin Xiangfu, and the conflict between Qin Xiang and Lin's family is well known to the world. Therefore, in the eyes of practitioners, Luo Qingchen must be looking at the only one in Lin's residence who can compete to guard the mountain. The girl in the human position, Lin Zhuifeng.

Lin Zhuifeng is quite well-known among the younger generation of practitioners in Lin'an Mansion. No one would have imagined that the fame gained by burning a fire stick in one hand is not many outstanding young masters and young ladies in Lin's Mansion. As a result, an adopted girl unexpectedly It showed its edge.

Even, Lin Zhuifeng felt that Luo Qingchen was looking at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the palm of his hand fell on his waist to burn the fire stick, and he was full of hostility.

Lin Zhuifeng didn't have the slightest liking for the people of the Qin family, not to mention that Luo Qingchen was not half as handsome as Mr. An, so why not look at him!

Only An Le felt Luo Qingchen's gaze, and across the distant mountain road, she could also feel the chill and coldness that came with the spring breeze.

Even An Le never imagined that Luo Qingchen would come to compete for the qualification of mountain guard this time.

Mrs. Hua had described Luo Qingchen's talent to him, he was a genius who had broken both the five realms.

But now he is only capable of cultivating the breath of the gods, and the vitality and blood are perfect, and the gap is very big.

However, An Le never underestimated himself, he just started slowly, now that he has the [Eternal Talent] Dao Fruit, he will be able to catch up sooner or later.

Standing in the spring breeze, An Le smiled slightly to meet Luo Qingchen's gaze.

Luo Qingchen looked at the smiling young man in the spring breeze, withdrew his gaze, and turned his head to ignore him.

The mountain road is still hazy in the dense fog, and the mountain scenery on the mountain cannot be seen clearly. You can vaguely capture the peach trees full of peach blossoms, blooming and smiling in the spring breeze.

At the foot of the sixth mountain, everything was quiet.

Two strong fighters on the martial arts list, and a genius who challenged the legendary champion Li You'an.

Faced with such a lineup, many practitioners who rushed to observe had already given up their qualifications to compete for the guardian of the mountain.

What they are more concerned about now is, among the three, who can meet the eyes of the sixth mountain lord on Shangqingshan and get into the holy mountain.

Mostly, Luo Qingchen has a better chance.

According to rumors, the master of the sixth mountain is a peerless swordsman, carrying a pine sword box on his back, in which there are three thousand swords hidden, and he claims to hide all the swords in the world.

Luo Qingchen is also a swordsman, so it should be more in line with the eyes of the master of the mountain.

Both Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong are martial arts generals, one is good at bows, the other is good at spears, although they also dabble in swordsmanship, but compared to the full-time Luo Qingchen, there is naturally a gap.

With a confident smile on Luo Qingchen's face, with his hands behind his back, a snake-like sword light lingered all over his body.

He took a step and stepped on the slightly muddy mountain road drenched by the spring rain, but his clean boots were not stained with any mud.

Luo Qingchen took the first step of climbing the mountain.

Afterwards, Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong mingled with energy and blood, as if an ancient war drum was beating, and they were also climbing the mountain.

The two of them carried the expectations of the Zhong family and the Ye family, and they were unwilling to give up until the last moment.

The cloud wraps the long pine three hundred feet, and the mist is ten thousand heavy!
The smoke cloud at the foot of the mountain became more and more dense, even blurring the figures of the three climbers.

The figure standing in the pavilion in the middle of the mountain, apart from saying a word to open the mountain, cut through the spring rain and evening clouds, and cast the golden light of the sun.

So far, there are no more actions and words,
The people down the mountain couldn't guess what the sixth mountain lord was thinking, so they could only wait and see quietly.

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Thousands of valleys and clouds float out of the threshold.

Half-mountain leisure pavilion, a touch of Tsing Yi.

The pine wooden sword box stood quietly beside him, the middle-aged man's eyes were deep, and as far as his eyes could see, he could see the scene under the radiant golden light.

Of course, he has heard of Zhong Shunchao, Ye Chong and Luo Qingchen shouting at the mountain.

However, when he looked up, the sea of ​​clouds in the middle of the mountain was disillusioned. He raised his hand, flicked forward lightly, and the sword energy swayed.

Immediately, the sea of ​​clouds was like a living Xuan, and the sword gas turned into ink, outlining a picture of ink bamboo.

The middle-aged man watched the black bamboo, the corners of his lips twitched, his eyes closed slightly, the sword box beside him trembled slightly, and the next moment, the box opened an inch.

With a sword groan, sword light shot out from it, and a black green blade about three feet long floated in front of him, and the sword energy surged, rolling up his clothes and flying.

"My sword case contains three thousand swords. There are countless swords of all colors in the world. Only Zhao Huangting's green mountain is not in the box. The young man can draw a sword energy from the green mountain. It is very good. The green mountain reflects the talent, and the black bamboo shows the backbone. "

"Zhao Huang Ting must have never told the young man about the internal decision... If you are not going to climb the mountain, then please go up the mountain."

The corner of the middle-aged man's lips twitched, and a smile appeared on his stiff face.

The next moment, he tapped on the black green front in front of him with his fingers.

Qingfeng burst out a resonant sword chant, and then turned into a smear of black light, flicking his tail, like a black silk thread, going down the mountain road, like a ray of river tide separating the sky and the earth.

Divide the smoky spring rain in two, and open a Qingming mountain road.

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Heaven and earth suddenly groaned with swords.

Luo Qingchen, who had just stepped up the mountain, raised her head suddenly, with a look of joy on her face.

"coming."

The corners of his lips were raised, and his confidence was in full bloom at this moment.

Looking up, you can see that on the mountain peak, misty rain and thick fog spread from both sides, and a black green blade roared down with the light of the sword.

The sword energy and pearl light rise up!
The high rank of this sword made Luo Qingchen very excited.

The black green front sticks to the mountain road all the way down, heading straight towards Luo Qingchen who is stationed on the mountain road.

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong's hearts sank behind them.

Luo Qingchen's heart was extremely happy, at this moment, even the dust that Hua Jiebing had sprinkled on his Dao heart shook off a little.

Facing the black green front that was approaching, he immediately gathered the sword energy around him, raised his hand and pointed his fingers together, the sword energy circled and intertwined all over his body, and solemnly wanted to take the sword that symbolized the identity of the guardian of the holy mountain. sword.

However, Luo Qingchen's complexion suddenly changed when the sword was three feet away.

Because, the speed at which the sword tool tore through the misty rain and thick fog did not slow down, and a burst of sharpness made his scalp numb.

The sword is not with him!

Luo Qingchen's eyes froze, and her heart was filled with waves, it's impossible!

Under the green hills, who could be more suitable for this sword weapon than Luo Qingchen!

"This sword belongs to me!"

Luo Qingchen was even a little ashamed.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the sword directly.

Silver sword aura covered between the palms, brazenly grabbing the ink-colored Qingfeng's sword body.

puff!

However, the ink-colored green front sliced ​​through his sword energy, as easily and freely as it sliced ​​through the thick mist and rain of hazy green mountains.

By the way, a sword scar was cut between Luo Qingchen's palms, and the blood splashed in the mud, adding a bit of blood to the mountain road after the new rain.

Luo Qingchen froze in place like a plastic, with her eyes open in a daze.

The sword whizzed past, Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong were stunned one after another, and the two also took the sword, but they felt that the target of the sword was not theirs, so they gave up without hesitation, stepped back and turned sideways, and let the ink-colored Qingfeng move forward Skimming, cutting the Qingming Mountain Road, diffuse into the peach blossom forest, and go towards the foot of the mountain.

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At the foot of the mountain, there was already an uproar.

Because if you look up, you can see that the dense fog and spring rain in the mountains have been cut by a sword.

That is the sword of the sixth mountain lord, the sword of the guardian of the mountain!

This means that whoever holds this sword will have to enter the holy mountain, and from then on, the sky will go straight up!

In the luxurious chariot of the Qin residence, Young Master Qin has already lifted the curtain and stood on the shaft, looking at the light of the black sword, with a smile on his lips, watching Luo Qingchen get the sword.

However, Jian Guang cut off Luo Qingchen's palm directly, and blood stained the peach blossoms, heading down the mountain.

Young Master Qin's smile disappeared bit by bit.

But he saw the black green blade cut through the thick fog and fell to the foot of the mountain, still walking close to the ground.

Along the way, many practitioners were frightened and turned sideways to give way to the sword.

The ink-colored Qingfeng was driving on the Sunshine Avenue, and finally slowed down slowly, heading towards the luxurious car parked beside the fresh grass and tender flowers.

Finally, he hung in front of the chariot, in front of the young man in white clothes with a tattered bamboo sword pinned to his waist.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin were startled, and all the practitioners at the foot of the mountain were startled.

After the bamboo sword boy was stunned, he suddenly smiled, looked at the dark green front, and stretched out his hand.

A wisp of sword energy entangled in the bamboo sword at his waist, and the sword energy spread across the young man's arms like a snake.

The young man holds the sword, and the sword energy of the swimming snake is wrapped around the black green blade.

In an instant.

The sword energy endowed with streamer, brought the young man to the sky, and went straight to the ninetyth level of the green hill!
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