My wife is the sect leader

Yu Qiurong asked curiously: "Sect Master Duanmu, what kind of martial art is this "Transferring Flowers and Connecting Trees"?"

""Transferring Flowers and Connecting Trees" is a peerless martial arts mentality that can transfer one's cultivation to others. It can make an ordinary person become a super master in an instant."

Duanmu Xinghua explained in detail: "However, this "Transferring Flowers and Connecting Trees" also has certain restrictions. Those who obtain cultivation must have aptitude, and their roots are extremely poor, and only in this way can they inherit this body of cultivation and obtain such a huge cultivation. Why, how can a person with extremely poor aptitude be able to ride the wind and waves, and be better than blue from blue? Besides, on the night of the full moon, his cultivation will be greatly reduced, and if he is exposed, he will be easily beheaded by his enemies."

Yi Daoyun raised his brows and said, "That means that Su Tianze's five qi cultivation bases are not cultivated by himself, but inherited by him?"

Duanmu Xinghua nodded and said: "That's right, with his aptitude and roots, it is definitely impossible to break through to the realm of a great master. When he is about to die, he may not pass on his cultivation to others, and the person who teaches him is also People with extremely poor aptitude, generation after generation, as long as this line continues, there will be a five-qi master sitting in charge."

Ouyang Ping said with emotion: "The person who created this martial arts is really a generation of strange people."

Everyone in the Devil's Cult present was full of admiration. They had practiced martial arts for a lifetime, but in the end it only took others a few months to reach a height that they could never reach in their lifetime, and they did not have such a chance.

Yi Daoyun twitched her lips, and said: "Inheriting the cultivation of others, the strength must be at the bottom of the same realm, and you can't break through the current realm for a lifetime, isn't it the end at a glance, I don't think this cultivation is worth it. "

"Anyway, Su Tianze is also a master of five qi, this is also a great opportunity."

An Jing's expression became very dignified, "And in Yujing City, the two masters of the five qi, Qi Xuandao and Xiha Buddha, both appeared, but in my opinion, they may not be able to completely shake this situation even if Qin Shan is added. Yujing City, so I guess Hou Jin may also have masters coming this time, maybe the mastermind behind the scenes will personally act."

Ouyang Ping quickly asked: "Is it Taiyin Kui or Zongzheng Huachun who came to the late Jin Dynasty?"

At that time, Jun Qinglin wanted to kill Zongzheng Huachun, but in the end he was rescued by Muyuan Dharma King and Taiyinkui. Qinglin's vitality, and then hang his head on the royal court.

Coupled with the series of horrific massacres after the Devil's Cult's East Luo Pass was breached by Houjin, the Demon's Cult and Houjin could be regarded as blood feuds.

An Jing said seriously: "There will definitely be masters coming from Houjin, but I don't know who it is."

The beggar felt a chill in his heart, "Zongzheng Huachun is now powerful, and there are very few opponents in the world. If he and Taiyinkui appear at the same time..."

If Hou Jin did his best, how terrifying the Jade Capital City would become by then, almost [-]% of the world's five qi masters would come.

As the beggar's voice fell, everyone's heart was shocked.

The rain is coming from the wind!

This depressive atmosphere has already surged out invisible, mingled in everyone's heart.

That is the top master in the world, so many people gather here, how much shock will erupt?

An Jing's pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't speak.

Everything will depend on tomorrow's banquet at the Jinluan Hall. The Great Yan Emperor should have noticed it too, so it depends on how he responds.

..........

The sky was still clear in the morning, but it became cloudy in the afternoon.

Although the weather in Yujing City shrouded in gloom is not very cold, the pattering spring rain falls from the sky unhurriedly, making the soul that has been imprisoned for a long time slowly moisten when this spring comes.

It was wind for a while, and it was rain for a while.

After a while, the pedestrians were shrouded in mist and mist. On the fallen willows of cypress trees that had just turned green, a layer of white mist was lightly covered, and it seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist. The light gauze, from a distance, is very moving.

The people on the street were talking about the earth dragon turning over yesterday, and the vision of the dragon singing.

Naturally, they didn't know anything about the undercurrent in Yujing City, and the sound of the dragon's chant seemed to correspond to the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven some time ago, which made them even more excited.

Yujing City is the capital of the Dayan Dynasty, and now there is such a vision, doesn't it indicate that Dayan will be prosperous.

After all, even some people in the rivers and lakes can't feel that a huge shocking storm is brewing.

In the Cuiyun Building, with the recent gathering of masters from the rivers and lakes, it seems to be more lively.

In the private room on the second floor, Cuiyun Building's top brand, Shuirou, is painting with a brush.

In the painting is a man in white. The man looks handsome and extraordinary, his eyes are as bright as stars, and he is stepping on a simple long sword, as if he came from the sky.

Anyone can't help but admire after watching it, what a peerless sword fairy.

Beside Shui Rou is an old man with a gloomy face, his facial features are wrinkled, as if half of his body has been buried in the ground, people can't help but feel fear after seeing it.

This person is the former head of the Suoming Mansion and Tai Yin Kui who quit the power center of Houjin.

He swept his eyes and said coldly: "Is this the ghost swordsman?"

Shuirou looked at the man in front of him obsessively, and said, "Exactly."

Taiyin Kui snorted coldly: "He has a good face, no wonder so many women are attracted to him."

Shuirou said with some regret: "Unfortunately, I have never seen the demeanor of the sword fairy."

In the Tianwumen battle that day, she did not go to avoid suspicion, and missed the battle between the Sword Immortal and the Buddhist King Kong, which made her always feel regretful.

Taiyinkui said indifferently: "If you want to see his demeanor, you may not have the chance."

There is no shortage of geniuses in this world, but there is a shortage of masters.

Ghost Swordsman is indeed a huge crisis, so this time we must take this opportunity to get rid of this person, otherwise when he continues to grow, it will undoubtedly bring huge disasters to Houjin.

"I want his body, and then I will freeze it in the snow pond."

Shuirou stroked the cheek of the person in the painting with his palm, and asked stupidly: "Are you sure you want to do it tomorrow?"

Taiyin Kui nodded slightly and did not speak.

He had waited too long for this opportunity.

The Great Yan Emperor knew that they would do it, and they also knew that the Great Yan Emperor knew that they would do it.

The game between the two sides has been put on the bright side, what are you looking at now?

What you look at is the willpower of the chess pieces, who still hides the dark chess, and who lays out the game deeper.

In the end, it depends on whether there is someone who breaks the game.

"Everyone in the world is waiting for this day."

A gleam of light flashed in Shuirou's eyes, and said: "Finally, the shackles that imprison the people of the world will be broken, and this piece of the world will be restored."

Taiyin Kui walked to the railing, looked at the gloomy sky, and sighed Weiwei: "The sky in Yujing City has changed."

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Chapter 307

The next day, it was cloudy and rainy.

The rain gauze as fine as a silver hair shrouds the sky and the earth, a bend of green water runs around the forest like a green jade belt, and the shadow of Yuan Shandai is indistinct.

In the misty misty rain, everything in the world is somewhat hazy.

The soft rainwater gathers into beads and slides down the elegant and chic eaves corners. The water tastes like a broken line, and it hits the oil-paper umbrella intermittently. It is as clear as a lady tapping a chime.

The Meridian Gate of the Imperial Palace is very lively at this time, luxurious carriages are constantly coming and going, and masters from various forces are also filing in.

Today's imperial palace is extremely lively, gathering the top dignitaries of the Dayan Dynasty, as well as the top masters in the Dayan Jianghu.

These are the big people in the eyes of the big people in the mouths of ordinary people, and even in the market, there are very few or unmentioned existences in the rivers and lakes.

An Jing and a group of people walked towards the palace, Yu Qiurong stood aside holding an umbrella, Li Fuzhou, You Gai, Ouyang Ping, Duanmu Xinghua, Yi Daoyun and other masters followed behind, except for the head of the Qinglong Seat and the head of the Xuanwu Seat In addition, the Demon Cult can be said to come out in full force.

After all, Xiha Buddha and Qi Xuandao appeared in Yujing City successively, which is enough to show that the plan behind this time is big and dangerous.

Soon An Jing and his group arrived at the gate of the palace. On the high wall, there were now many imperial guards. At this moment, Xi Yuanjun was standing at the gate, leading the masters of the guards in Xuanyi to personally check out the people who attended the banquet. people.

An Jing smiled lightly, and said, "Master Xi, do you still need to see the invitation I'm waiting for?" "Of course."

Xi Yuanjun's face was indifferent, "Although I recognize you, there are many people who fish in troubled waters in this world, such as the thousand-faced Shura of the Black Ice Terrace, who once pretended to be you to cause trouble for the Great Yanjiang Lake, so we have to guard against it."

"Today's banquet is a major national event, and there must be no carelessness."

Speaking of this, Xi Yuanjun looked at An Jing with both eyes.

Qianmian Shura has died, but the news has not spread. After the battle last night, it may be explained that the person who came later is the ghost swordsman himself.

This ghost swordsman from the Demon Cult trespassed into the forbidden area of ​​Yan, but violated the golden law of Yan.

Xi Yuanjun also wanted to see the reaction of the number one swordsman in the world.

An Jing smiled and waved his hand.

Yu Qiurong took out the invitation card and handed it to Xi Yuanjun, "Director Xi, please have a look."

Xi Yuanjun was a little disappointed looking at those calm eyes, because he couldn't see anything in An Jing's eyes, there was no sharpness, no peace, just like an abyss that could not see the bottom.

After receiving the invitation from Hu Qiurong, Xi Yuanjun glanced at it for a while, and then said: "You are not allowed to bring any weapons in the Jinluan Palace, including the sword box on your back."

Yi Daoyun said coldly: "Impossible!"

For him, this sword is his life, even when he sleeps he will put it beside his pillow, now let him put down the sword in his hand?!

A sneer appeared on the corner of Xi Yuanjun's mouth, "This is the rule."

Yi Daoyun looked directly at Xi Yuanjun, "What is this rule?"

Xi Yuanjun didn't give in at all, and said: "The emperor's rule."

Yi Daoyun's eyes flashed a glimmer of murderous intent, and he stepped forward, "What about the emperor's rules!?

"you wanna die!"

Feeling the threat from Yi Daoyun, Xi Yuanjun felt a surge of anger, stretched out his hands, and a cold light emerged, and the golden ring of dragon and phoenix appeared in his palm.

"I will speak to the Emperor personally about this matter."

An Jing glanced at Xi Yuanjun, then strode towards the palace.

"no....."

Xi Yuanjun stretched out the dragon and phoenix double rings in his hand, and the blade light blocked An Jing's face, as if it could penetrate his body with only half an inch.

An Jing didn't speak, but his eyes swept towards Xi Yuanjun.cold!

Extremely cold!

It's like going from the hot summer to the scorching heat of winter.

These are not a pair of sharp eyes, but these are clearly two extremely sharp long swords, piercing directly into his heart.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

I don't know how many master masters died under the sword of the ghost swordsman. How many people in the world can not care less when they see this pair of eyes?

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ta ta ta ......

Xi Yuanjun held his feet and took a step back subconsciously.

An Jing continued to walk towards the palace, and the masters of Moshu followed quickly.

"Captain! What should we do now?"

Xi Yuanjun's confidant next to him saw this and said in a low voice.

The Demon Sect and many other masters "broke" into the Golden Luan Palace with their weapons, especially the ghost swordsman, he is the number one swordsman in the world, and with the number one Dulu Sword in his hand, how dangerous and terrifying it must be figure?

But even Xi Yuanjun didn't dare to step forward to stop him, so how could he dare to make a move?

Xi Yuanjun gasped for breath. The pressure An Jing put on him just now was too great. After about a few breaths, he looked at the palm of his hand and said with a wry smile: "How many people in the world can stop the ghost swordsman? Let him talk to the Emperor."

Witnessing the grandeur of the imperial residence, one knows the dignity of the emperor.

The majesty, majesty, majesty and awe of the palace forever.

Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to one pavilion, all places hold power, fight with each other,

Along the hard bluestone slabs and guided by the eunuchs in the palace, they walked all the way to the Jinluan Hall. Around here, there are towering old trees, shaded by green trees, red walls and yellow tiles, resplendent and resplendent.

The carved railings are made of jade, which is majestic.

This is the peak of power in the world, and it is the place where the emperors of the Great Yan Dynasty are in charge.

The inner pillars of the main hall are supported by many giant red pillars, and each pillar is engraved with a circling, lifelike golden dragon, which is extremely spectacular.

On the top of the hall is a golden lacquer carved dragon throne, and underneath are singing and dancing, and clothes and pomelo fluttering;Sandalwood was lit on the base of the platform, and the smoke was lingering.

The curtain of water pearls winds and pours, and behind the curtain there are people playing the piano with gauze.

Through a ray of light and shadow, one can vaguely discover that it is an extremely beautiful woman.

Between the fingertips, the piano sound flow hole, whether virtual or real, is changeable, like a half-stream dripping spring, clear and ethereal, exquisitely carved, and then the water gathers in a strong current, passing through the mountains, hidden reefs and dangerous shoals with tenacious vitality, and merges into the waves The turbulent river and sea finally calmed down, leaving only the overtones, like the waves splashed by a fish jumping on the water.

At this time, all the civil and military officials of the temple and the masters of Dayan Jianghu were all present.

The civil and military officials of the temple are headed by Zhao Chongyin on the left, while Dayan Jianghu is headed by the national teacher Xiao Qianqiu on the right.