My wife is the sect leader

And with the sound of this rhythmic sound, the looming smallpox became more and more solid, until it was no different from human flowers and ground flowers.

At the same time, An Jing's eyes slowly opened, like a ray of light in the darkness.

boom!boom!boom!

The next moment, the surrounding lake was boiling and agitated, and the surging energy turned into waves and spread towards the sides, making a deafening sound.

Smallpox realm!

Now that the three flowers of the first grade have been condensed, the next step is to blend the three flowers, and the three flowers gather together to reach the realm of a real master.

And An Jing also felt that his cultivation base had been greatly improved, and the internal force in his body was as powerful as the sea, endlessly growing.

It's a feeling I've never had before.

Moreover, his eyesight, hearing, and reaction speed have all been greatly improved. At this moment, he has a different feeling when looking at the lake below.

"Is this the Realm of Smallpox?"

An Jing touched his palm, then took a light breath.

He knew that his strength was not enough, that Mr. Jiang's strength was by no means an ordinary master, and Xiao Qianqiu of the Zhenyi Sect was No. 1 in the Yanjiang Lake, and he still had a long way to go from them.

The moon and stars were scarce, and it was already late at night, and An Jing also sang "Empty City Plan" in his stomach.

"then!"

At this time, the sound of building elephant shaking sounded.

An Jing took the roast chicken he threw over, then tore off a chicken leg and ate it, "Leo owed Bei (Senior Lou), Guo Quduo saved (how long has it been)?"

"Not long, just two days and one night."

Lou Xiangzhen said calmly: "Who can persist for such a difficult breakthrough for a long time?"

An Jing heard that he nodded, the feeling he just broke through was completely torture.

Practice is persevering, but breakthroughs happen overnight.

However, this day-to-day practice requires decades of training.

Lou Xiangzhen squatted on the branch bud, took a sip of wine, and looked into the distance with cloudy eyes: "Eat quickly, we have to go north after eating, and I will meet an old friend by the way."

"Friend?"

When An Jing heard this, she was also a little curious.

Lou Xiangzhen is an old monster who has been famous for 60 or [-] years, and his friend is not an ordinary person. Anyway, he is on the way, so let's go and have a look.

.........

Two days later, Qisha sect, Nanhua Mountain.

At this moment, the Qisha Sect was in great chaos, and all the priests and head masters died overnight. If the Great Elder hadn't suppressed the scene with his profound strength, the Qisha Sect itself might have become chaotic.

Although the Qisha sect strictly sealed the news, the deaths of these two people spread like wildfire and spread throughout the Jianghu.

At this delicate moment, there was an uproar.

At this time, on the top of Nanhua Mountain, several figures fell under the hall.

A man with a short stature like a dwarf, his brows were tightly furrowed, and a black fur mouse the size of a palm was crawling in his palm.

The mouse's eyes were sharp, its teeth were sharp, and its nose kept moving forward, as if it was sniffing something.

This person is the Master Moyun of Tianku Mountain.

Although the Qingfengtang of the Zhenyi Sect can't compare with the Renzong of the Devil's Sect and the Tianluodiwang and other intelligence organizations, it is still one step ahead of others in the Jianghu.

They got a huge black anaconda on the Nanhua Mountain, and immediately knew that this person was a ghost swordsman who had disappeared recently, but they didn't expect this ghost swordsman to leave Jiangnan Road without a sound.

You must know that the ghost swordsman has never left this Jiangnan Road in the past few times.

Ling Yuanjing and Daoist Yuhuai stood aside, waiting for news from Master Moyun.

Not long after, the spirit mouse circled back and forth towards the north, making 'chichi' calls continuously.

Master Moyun saw this, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "My little baby has already memorized the ghost swordsman's aura, now we just need to follow."

"North?"

Ling Yuanjing looked to the north, raised his eyebrows slightly.

In the north, close to Yujing City, there are relatively few activities of the Zhenyi Sect.

Master Moyun nodded and said: "That's right, it seems that he has been away for a while, let's follow up quickly."

His main task is to find the ghost swordsman, as long as he finds someone, it has nothing to do with him.

"Alright."

Ling Yuanjing looked at Master Yuhuai, and said in a concentrated voice: "Junior Brother Yuhuai, send letters to Junior Brother Yuzhen, Yulin, and Yujiu now, and let them go down the mountain quickly."

"Yes."

Master Yuhuai nodded and prepared to leave.

"and many more!"

Suddenly, Ling Yuanjing stopped Master Yuhuai, "Let Senior Brother He Chen go down the mountain too."

"I see."

Master Yuhuai was shocked.

After speaking, he left quickly.

On the other hand, Master Moyun had a look of astonishment in his eyes.

Who is He Shen?

That is a peak master like Ling Yuanjing, a top master of the Shinichi Sect, and his cultivation level is still higher than his own.

The four great masters, the two peak masters, the last time the Zhenyi sect made such a big move was the demon sect.

But today, the Zhenyi Sect dispatched so many masters for this ghost swordsman.

How could Master Moyun not be surprised?

How not to vibrate!

Where the hell is this ghost swordsman?

If this matter spreads to the rivers and lakes, how big a wave will it cause?

Master Moyun couldn't help but thought to himself: It seems that the world is going to be very peaceful!

Chapter 143

The earth rejuvenates and everything recovers.

The gentle wind swept across the world, softening a little sadness.

On the official road of Yunhua Road, there is a small wine shop.

There were five or six tables, apart from scattered people from the rivers and lakes passing by, there were also merchants and bodyguards, talking to each other in low voices.

A man in a black robe sat straddling a long wooden bench, nibbling sunflower seeds in his hand.

Sitting opposite him was a white-haired old man with a face as dry as bark and cloudy eyes. There was a sword by the table and a wine gourd pinned to his waist.

These two people are none other than An Jing and Lou Xiangzhen.

"Guest officer, your wine is here."

At this time, a lame man walked over tremblingly, holding a jar of wine in his hand.

Good wine!

Before the wine was served, An Jing felt a burst of refreshing fragrance.

"Gudong!"

Lou Xiangzhen took the wine jar and couldn't wait to take a sip of the wine, "Happy, this pine wine is indeed a famous wine."

"It turned out to be pine wine?"

An Jing heard a look of curiosity in his eyes.

A cup full of golden liquid, a foot of white jade dust in the courtyard.

Although An Jing had never drunk this pine wine, he had heard of its name.

This wine is one of Dayan's famous wines. Later, the winery suddenly disappeared due to unknown reasons, and the production method of this pine wine was gradually lost.

Since then, this kind of pine wine has never appeared in the rivers and lakes. Even if it did, most of it was fake and shoddy.

Lou Xiangzhen looked at the wine jar in his hand, and said with emotion: "The color is tenderer than cold syrup, and the fragrance is as eternal as nectar."

When the lame man saw this, his eyes lit up, "This guest officer seems to be a man of knowledge."

Although many guests came to this small wine shop, there are not many people who really understand wine. The old man in front of him is one of them, and he even explained all the characteristics of pine wine.

Lou Xiangzhen took out the wine gourd from his waist, and said, "Bring two more jars, and I will also fill this wine gourd."

"Okay, I'm going to get ready now."

The lame man nodded, and then walked slowly towards the back hall.

Lou Xiangzhen watched the man walk away, and said, "That lame man is the young shopkeeper of the former Pine Mash Winery."

An Jing heard that he looked at the crippled man, and was a little surprised. He didn't expect this lame, sloppy middle-aged man to have such an identity.

Maybe everyone has everyone's story, as well as everyone's choice.

"Give."

Lou Xiangzhen handed the wine jar in his hand to An Jing, "It would be a pity not to taste such good wine."

"Gudong!"

An Jing didn't speak, and then took a sip of his drink, "Senior Lou, how far is your swordsmanship from the sixth realm?"

During this period of time, the two traveled all the way, exchanging sword skills and exchanging experiences every day, and both of them gained something.

Lou Xiangzhen put down the wine jar, "It's close at hand but far away."

An Jing chuckled when he heard this, "Oh? Lin Yiyang said that he will reach the sixth realm within three years."

"Lin Yiyang? The one who likes to look at others with his nostrils?"

Lou Xiangzhen glanced at An Jing, "I admit that he does have a bit of talent, but the sixth level is not so easy to reach. He said that he will reach the sixth level within three years. I really believe it, because he actually It is not enough to speak big words to the world, but if he reaches the sixth realm by himself, it is absolutely impossible."

As the sword moves to the back, every realm seems like a chasm, especially the fifth and sixth realms. The swordsmen who have reached this realm throughout the ages are all well-known masters in the rivers and lakes.

And there is not a single swordsman in the sixth realm of the world today, at least on the surface.

It can be seen that the difficulty of this sword power increase.

An Jing couldn't help but nodded when he heard this, "He is the head of the Yuheng Sword Sect, and the Yuheng Sword Sect is the world's top holy land of swordsmanship, there should be some special method."

Among the seven major sects in the world today, the Guigu sect is definitely a very different existence. There are basically only one or two disciples in the sect, but they are all well-known masters in the Jianghu.

As for the other seven factions, they all have great families and great careers, and they all have huge influence in the arena.

Not to mention the Yuheng Sword Sect, among the seven major sects, its strength is only below that of the Zhenyi Sect.

With the support of this huge resource force, coupled with Lin Yiyang's qualifications, it is really possible to reach the sixth level.

Lou Xiangzhen smiled and said, "Don't worry, the old man will reach the sixth realm before him, do you believe it or not?"

In today's world, whoever reaches the sixth realm first is the number one swordsman. This is a well-known thing.

An Jing raised the wine jar and said proudly: "Senior is ahead of him, but I may be ahead of senior."

Hearing An Jing's words, Lou Xiangzhen paused for a while, then laughed loudly, "Hahahahaha, since that's the case, how about we make a bet?"

An Jing asked, "What bet?"

Lou Xiang shook his head, "Let's see which of us will reach the sixth realm first."

An Jing looked at the wine on the table, and his heart moved: "Okay, then we will bet on ten jars of good wine. These ten jars must be first-class and first-class wine, and they must be of different types."

In fact, he knew that with his current state, it would be very difficult to reach the sixth state before Lou Xiangzhen.

Especially in the recent exchanges between the two, An Jing knew that his fifth realm had tended to be perfected, and he was only one step away from reaching the point where he had no sword in his hand and no sword in his heart.