Fairy Palace

  Those high and low quaint buildings look quite pleasing to the eye, put together, it is like a paradise.

  From a distance, the scale of the mountain peak and the building community on it seemed not to be large, but Ye Tian knew this was because of the distance.

  In fact, the size of the mountain alone is exactly equivalent to a huge sect.

  The mountain peak is independent of the huge stone square where Ye Tian is now, separated by a dark endless abyss, and there is no stone bridge above it.

  However, you can see countless flying swords, as if there are a lot of flying mosquitoes constantly traveling between the mountain peaks and the boulder square.

  "As far as I know, Mingyuanzong is divided into two parts, Jianzong and Huazong. They are respected by the master Yuanming Taoist who masters the Hanyuan sword and the old man Yintian who has previously fought with you."

"The gap between the two mountains, the huge stone square above the abyss, and the huge building community surrounding the huge stone square are dominated by paintings. The Jianfeng in the distance is where Jianzong is." Ye Tian is looking at it. While looking at the surrounding environment, Wu Ji Jian Ling explained.

   "It seems that we need to go to the Jianfeng to explore," Ye Tian said in a deep voice.

  At this moment, Ye Tian suddenly noticed the fluctuation of battle not far away.

  How big this Mingyuanzong is, there are countless practitioners in it, and the fighting and disputes will naturally not stop. If it is normal, Ye Tian will naturally not pay attention.

  It's just that Ye Tian noticed some of the aura of Taoism previously performed by the old man Yintian amidst the fluctuations in the battle.

  This painting school is respected by the old man Yintian, and the Taoism practiced by the disciples should also be derived from the old man Yintian. At this time, the disciple who is fighting should be displayed like this.

  The old man Yintian’s method of painting the sky is quite impressive even from Ye Tian’s eyes. It is a big trouble for Ye Tian’s trip to the Mingyuan Sect.

  So Ye Tian followed the direction of battle fluctuations.

  Along the way, Ye Tian noticed that there were also a lot of disciples around, and they were all gathering here.

  Listening to the discussions of the disciples along the way, it seems that the two people who are fighting are not inferior, and their cultivation bases are good.

  ……

  It is a man and a woman who are fighting. The woman is petite, with a fair and beautiful face. She holds a rapier in her hand, and she wields her aura, turning into a sky full of sword shadows, with shocking aura.

The man opposite    is tall, but he holds a paintbrush in his hand.

  The man is in the shadow of thousands of horror swords, but he seems to be blind to the surrounding crisis. He has been focusing on the pen tip in his hand and painting seriously.

  The tip of the pen moved gently in the air, and the black ink remained in the air.

  These ribbons fluttered and flew in the air, turning into a black two-color tiger, which is tens of meters large, and roared and roared in the air, shooting away the sword shadows of the man who held the siege one by one.

  Every time the black and white giant tiger’s teeth and claws flared, it seemed to trigger a tide of spiritual energy between the surrounding sky and the earth, forming countless spiritual vortexes that shocked people’s hearts in the air.

  In front of these spiritual energy vortexes, the sword shadows all over the sky seemed to be a little weak and powerful, but could not cause some obvious damage.

  The cultivation base of these two people is in the early stage of asking questions, and among the surrounding disciples, they are already regarded as the most top-notch people.

However, Ye Tian can see that not far away, there is a man in black with a very ordinary and low-key figure, face and even temperament. His cultivation level is not weaker than that of the two sides at war, and even faintly. To be stronger.

  This person obviously did this deliberately, and the battle between the two sides in the field was fierce, so no one else noticed this person.

  "Senior Brother Muyu Shi is going to win!" Seeing the black and white giant tiger that was drawn in an amazing manner, obviously gaining the upper hand, some onlookers cheered with excitement.

  The disciples who were onlookers stood in two sides. The disciples who spoke out at this time were obviously from the painting school, and tended to be the man who wrote.

"The battle has just begun, don't be too happy!" The other group of disciples were naturally unwilling, and they retorted one after another. Most of them carried all kinds of sabers, obviously from Jianzong and supported. Naturally the woman holding the sword: "Senior Sister Jiang Chaoyu has been attacking!"

  Obviously, between the sword sect and the painting sect, no one seems to accept each other.

  Especially relates to the way of self-cultivation, which is related to standpoint and self-belief. Once the argument started, there were signs that it could not stop.

  The disciples on both sides were filled with righteous indignation, arguing so hard that they faintly surpassed the two who were fighting for a while.

  For Ye Tian, ​​the Sword Sect’s methods were exquisite, but the Han Yuan Sword itself was worth his attention.

  And the method of painting the sky performed by the man named Muyu Stone, between his gestures, there is also a little bit of the essence of the old man Yintian's technique.

  But at this moment, Ye Tian unexpectedly heard his name faintly.

   "Five days ago, the strange monk named Ye Tian fought against the elder on the lake. He was only able to retreat safely from the cultivation base of the true celestial peak. Doesn't this explain the limitations of the method of painting the sky!?"

   "If it was the Sect Master who shot at that time, then Ye Tian's head must have been hung above my sword peak!" said a white-faced man with a sword on his waist.

  His words seemed to have obviously hit the painful spots of all the disciples of the painting sect, and their expressions appeared resentful, but they couldn't find any way to refute them for a while.

  At this moment, the movement of the battle temporarily attracted the attention of many disciples.

  I saw the sword shadows all over the sky shrinking back like a low tide.

  The sword-holding woman named Jiang Chaoyu raised the thin sword in her hand, and suddenly countless crisp bells came from the sky!

"Jingle Bell!"

   Suddenly, thousands of bells were being moved by the wind, making a sound.

  In this bell, those countless sword shadows gathered back on the rapier in Jiang Chaoyu's hand.

  The sword and shadow are unified.

   Jiang Chaoyu swiped the rapier in his hand forward.

  It looked like a light movement, but it seemed to consume all of her energy in an instant, and her face was pale as paper.

  A slender sword beam emerged from the sword and flew forward.

   "Buzzing!"

  The fine ear-piercing buzzing sound resounded between the world and the earth as the sword light moved forward, causing all the people present to show pain on their faces.

At the same time, people clearly saw that during the flight of the sword light, the sights of all those who fell on the sword light were violently blurred and distorted, as if the souls were all moving along with the sword light. Trembling.

  No one noticed that Ye Tian, ​​who had only the Rebirth Cultivation on the surface, actually had a clear look in his eyes. Looking at the sword light, a look of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

"looks great……"

  ……

  Faced with Jiang Chaoyu's full-strength sword, Muyu Stone had no plans to change his strokes. Between the strokes of the pen in his hand, the black and white giant tiger roared up to the sky and flew away in front of the sword light.

  The surrounding turbulent aura tides converged into a huge turbulence surrounding the black and white giant tiger, looking like the black and white giant tiger knocked the sky out of a hole.

   "Boom!"

  In the violent explosion sound, the sword light submerged from the black and white giant tiger's head, and continued to move forward visible to the naked eye.

  With the deepening of the sword light, the black and white giant tiger started from the front head and collapsed inch by inch!

  But the paintbrush in the hand of Muyu Stone at the back suddenly moved, and began to wave quickly. The ink marks under the nib were condensed into a black ribbon, and while spinning, they flew towards the black and white giant tiger!

  In an instant, as the lacquer black handwriting merged in, the collapse of the black and white giant tiger's huge body suddenly stopped.

  The sword light that moves forward in the body of the black and white giant tiger also seems to be blocked.

   "This is just the beginning!" Mu Yushi smiled faintly, and continued to wave the paintbrush in his hand.

  At this moment, there is no longer any solidified ink on the brush tip of Muyu Stone.

  He dropped a single stroke on the spot, and it seemed to be painted directly on the black and white giant tiger that was hundreds of feet away!

  Muyu Stone's pen writing speed is extremely fast, and in an instant, on the back of the black-and-white giant tiger, a **** general appeared!

  The face of the **** general was extremely perfect, he was covered with thick and heavy armor, and he held a huge door-like epee in his hand.

  The **** will wave the heavy sword in his hand and stand heavily on the sword light in the body of the black and white giant tiger.

   Jianmang suddenly swayed.

  In the distance, Jiang Chaoyu's expression became stiff, and he spit out a mouthful of blood donation, his body was shaky, and his right hand holding the rapier trembled slightly.

  At the same time, the **** general who was riding on the black and white giant tiger had already pointed at Jiang Chaoyu.

  He was damaged by the sword beam with a single blow, Jiang Chaoyu was no longer able to resist the attack of the Muyu Stone. He was hit by a heavy bombardment, and his figure flew backwards, unable to fall to the ground.

  The Muyu stone on this side waved the paintbrush in his hand, and the black and white giant tiger, together with the gods on its back, turned into light black ink dots, and dissipated in the air.

The disciples on both sides of    were surrounded by the two, mixed with various emotional discussions.

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  Seeing now, and through the constant voices of discussion around him, Ye Tian has fully understood that this battle between Muyu Stone and Jiang Chaoyu seems to have originated from the battle between himself and the old man Yintian a few days ago.

The contradiction between Huazong and Jianzong has always existed, and his own battle that day, the defeat of the old man Yintian, caused another conflict between Jianzong and Huazong, so Jiang Chaoyu and Muyu Shi were among their two disciples. The strongest Tianjiao agreed to fight today.

  Following the defeat of Jiang Chaoyu, the painting sect, who had fallen behind because of the failure of the old man Yintian, seemed to exhale again.

  Of course, for Ye Tian, ​​the most important thing is to have a better understanding of the method of painting the sky.

  Whether it is the old man Yintian or the disciple named Muyushi at this time, the essence of the method they used to paint the sky lies in taking advantage of the situation.

  This is also the most powerful part of the sky painting method.

  The person who displays, by taking advantage of the paintings, can display a combat power that clearly exceeds his own cultivation base.

  This is also the reason why Mu Yushi and Jiang Chaoyu both had the same cultivation base in the early stage of questioning, but the former was able to defeat the latter.

   So is the old man Yintian.

  In fact, if it was just a normal middle stage of the Celestial Immortal, with Ye Tianyuan's combat power surpassing his own cultivation base, it would not be difficult to defeat.

  But after the spell of painting the sky was completed, the battle power erupted by the old man Yintian had reached the late stage of the immortal, which was a little bit tricky for Ye Tian.

  Not to mention that in the Ming Yuan Sect, there is also a Yuan Ming Taoist whose actual combat power exceeds that of the old man Yintian.

  After witnessing the battle of the Heavenly Jiao in the Mingyuan sect, Ye Tian had a better understanding of this sect.

  But this is actually a dispute between Jianzong and Huazong, and it hasn't ended yet.

   Jiang Chaoyu of Jianzong over there was injured and lost. Jianzong's momentum suffered a huge blow, and the overall situation was obviously low.

  At this time, the man in black who deliberately hid in the corner and pretended to be ordinary and low-key, who Ye Tian noticed from the beginning, finally stood up.

He has been standing among the crowd of Jianzong disciples, and on his back there is an iron sword that is tightly wrapped by a black cloth and can not see the lineup. In addition, Ye Tian can see the fierceness faintly revealed on his body. It can be easily determined that this person belongs to the Sword Sect.

  After he stood out, he was also on the side of Jianzong.

  The attention of the disciples in the field was originally on Muyu Shi and Jiang Chaoyu, and the situation at this time was also quite chaotic. It was difficult to attract people's attention when one person appeared.

  But this person's cultivation base is stronger than Jiang Chaoyu and Muyu Shi, the strongest among the disciples present.

  So when he wants to be low-key and ordinary, no one can notice him.

   And when he is willing to be seen.

  When he stood up and wanted to be seen.

  Naturally, everyone present saw him uncontrollably.

  The center of the noisy boulder square suddenly fell into a short silence.

  Obviously, the disciples all knew him, and everyone looked at him with surprise and surprise.

   "Lin Xiuping!" The first to speak was Jiang Chaoyu, who had a pale face and a weak voice. She had just taken the healing pills with the help of her fellow disciples, and her breath had calmed down a bit.

  But the black-clothed man who suddenly appeared gave people too many surprises and surprises, and even made Jiang Chaoyu's breath fluctuate again.

  And Jiang Chaoyu’s words were just the beginning. After that, the exclamations of exclamation came and went one after another.

  Sword Sect’s disciples couldn’t suppress the emotions in their hearts and kept talking.

  In addition to surprises and surprises, these emotions are actually more exciting and exciting.

   "It turned out to be Brother Lin?!"

   "The undisputed strongest Tianjiao of the Sword Sect once, recognized as the sword master of the future Hanyuan Sword!"

  "Only nine years ago, Brother Lin disappeared inexplicably. Senior Zongmen said that he went out to practice, but there has been no news from him!"

   "Unexpectedly, he actually came back today?!"

   "When Brother Lin left the sect nine years ago, he was already asking about his later cultivation level. I don’t know if he has reached the peak now, or even saw the threshold between the immortals!?"

  ……

  In contrast to the disciples of Jianzong who had become enthusiastic in the atmosphere before, and the many disciples of Huazong who were more proud before, they were a little dull at this time.

  Looking at Lin Xiuping, who was standing in silence on the other side, dressed in black, Mu Yushi's face was calm, but a dignified and incomprehensible expression flashed across his eyes.