I have a sword that can sway the heavens

Another person stood up, with gloomy eyes, and stopped him.

Zhen Zhibing's expression changed, and he said in a low voice, "Brother Zhao, what are you doing?"

Zhao Zhijing sneered, looked at Li Er, then turned his head to look at the other seniors, straightened his collar, and said solemnly, "I, Quanzhen, belong to the Taoism of the Chongyang Patriarch, the leader of Taoism in the world, not everyone can enter the Quanzhen Mountain Gate .”

"Li Erdong came, how many sword sects did he pick, and how many sword halls did he pick?"

"He went to Zhongnan Quanzhen, clearly to provoke us Quanzhen! Junior Brother Zhen, you are so confused, how can you welcome him into Chongyang Hall?"

Lear looked at Zhao Zhijing, and asked with an undiminished smile, "Daoist Zhao, how are you doing?"

Quanzhen Sect started from Wang Chongyang and has been passed down for four generations.

Wang Chongyang and Zhou Botong belonged to the first generation, Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and others belonged to the second generation, Zhen Zhibing, Zhao Zhijing and others belonged to the third generation, and Yang Guo, Lu Qingdu and others belonged to the fourth generation.

Zhen Zhibing and Zhao Zhijing are the two most outstanding disciples of the three generations of Quanzhen. They have been at odds with each other, and they are vying for the position of the first disciple of the three generations of Quanzhen. Each has supporters.But relatively speaking, there are more people who support Zhen Zhibing, and the Quanzhen Seven Sons are also more optimistic about Zhen Zhibing.

It's not that Zhen Zhibing's martial arts is higher, but that Zhen Zhibing is more like a leader.

Zhao Zhijing had mean lips and gloomy eyes. He looked at Lear and sneered, "How about me?"

"Lear, fellows in the world call you a sword fairy, that is everyone's praise for you, who knows if you have gained a false name. You went to Zhongnan, nothing more than to challenge Quanzhen with the sword, and trample on Quanzhen sect to gain a greater reputation. "

"My Quanzhen Sect is the Taoism of the Chongyang Patriarch, the world's Taoist sect, is it that you challenge it whenever you want?"

"Sword Fairy Lear, hehe, in my opinion, he is just a clown."

Zhao Zhijing's words were sharp, his attitude was not kind, and his face was mean.

Zhen Zhibing and other second-generation disciples frowned.

Behind the second-generation disciples, a group of third-generation disciples also whispered.

Among the three generations of disciples, the young man in sky blue Taoist robes and handsome eyes looked at Zhao Zhijing's back with contemptuous eyes, and insulted him in a low voice, "Zhao Zhijing, a bull-nosed Taoist, blocked me and Uncle Guo from going up the mountain, but he still doesn't have a long memory after being taught by Uncle Guo!"

Lear didn't open his mouth. He didn't want to make a big move, and he didn't want villains to block his way.

Wang Chongyang was a hero for the first time, but the seven sons of Quanzhen had low martial arts and could not inherit Wang Chongyang's mantle, but their character was at least passable.

In the third generation, no villain like Zhao Zhijing came out.

Zhen Zhibing's face was ugly, and he shouted in a low voice, "Brother Zhao, enough is enough for you! How can you put Quanzhen Sect's face on account of your actions like this?"

Zhao Zhijing flicked his sleeves and said in a deep voice, "Zhen Zhibing, Zhao is your senior brother. Is that how you talk to senior brother?"

Turning his head to look at Li Er, Zhao Zhijing continued, "Lear, if you want to go up the mountain, you must pass Zhao's level first!"

Lear was still laughing, but Lu Wushuang couldn't help it anymore, she stood up with her hands on her hips, and yelled, "You are an idiot Taoist, you are not very good at martial arts, but you have a big temper. Did your parents teach you how to be polite?"

"It's not that I look down on your Quanzhen sect! Not to mention you, even if you Quanzhen sect are tied together, they can't compare to a finger of my brother Lear."

Lu Wushuang had sharp teeth and a mocking face. At such a young age, she already had the outline of a beauty.

Zhao Zhijing's expression became gloomy, and Zhen Zhibing and others' expressions were also grim.

What Lu Wushuang said was to scold everyone in Quanzhen Sect.

Behind Zhao Zhijing and the others, the young man with delicate features and a bit of rebellion lit up his eyes, with a bit of joy on his face, and whispered to himself, "It's sister Wushuang, she was taken away by Li Mochou, how could it be?" Come to Zhongnan Mountain?"

Lear smiled and didn't stop Lu Wushuang.

Xin Han stood up, bowed his hands to Zhao Zhijing and the others, and said, "Wu Shuang's words are ugly, but you, a Taoist priest, are really not worthy of my husband's hand."

"Xin Han is not talented. He has learned swordsmanship from Mr. for a year, and he has learned the superficial level of swordsmanship. Please teach me, Daoist Zhao!"

Xin Han walked out, took down the two-foot dagger from his waist, and pointed it at Zhao Zhijing.

The corners of Lear's mouth rose slightly, and he said, "Xin Han, don't hurt Daoist Zhao, remember that we are here as guests."

Xin Han turned his head and replied respectfully, "Yes, sir."

Zhao Zhijing's face turned into a pig's liver, and he shouted angrily, "Lear, you are so arrogant!"

"A young baby who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, don't say that Zhao is bullying the small with the big. If you hurt you later, you will have to blame yourself!"

Zhao Zhijing stepped out with his sword in hand, his face flushed red, his eyes so gloomy that water dripped from his eyes.

What a sword fairy Lear!

Do you really think that Zhao was made of mud?

Zhen Zhibing and the others frowned, and looked at Lear with unkind expressions.

Zhao Zhijing is one of the most outstanding disciples of the three generations of Quanzhen. Isn't the sword fairy Lear too arrogant to let his disciples do it!

Among the crowd, a young man with delicate features and fierce eyes stared at Xin Han, who was about the same age as him.

Xin Han raised a two-foot dagger, pointed it at Zhao Zhijing, and said loudly again, "Please enlighten me, Daoist Zhao!"

Zhao Zhijing didn't care about his demeanor anymore, he stabbed straight with his iron sword, driving the air around him.

clang!

The sword tips collided, splashing sparks.

Xin Han's immature face was calm, and he raised his hand to firmly block Zhao Zhijing's stabbing sword, facing each other tit for tat.

Lear nodded and smiled lightly.

Xin Han studied sword with him for a year, and in terms of inner strength and true energy, he is only considered third rate in Jianghu.

But if you add swordsmanship, you may not lose to Zhao Zhijing, and Zhao Zhijing is only second-rate.

Chapter 37 Is Li Mou eligible to go up the mountain?

"Xin Han, teach that stupid Taoist a lesson!"

Under the green shade, Lu Wushuang's voice was as clear and melodious as a lark.

Zhen Zhibing and the others looked extremely ugly.

In front of the mountain gate, two figures, one big and one small, with two iron swords, one long and one short, fought indiscriminately.

The 36-way Quanzhen swordsmanship was performed in Zhao Zhijing's hands, with a precise and precise look, and he was extremely skilled.

Zhang Fan raises the oar, soft oars do not use, small boats and light boats, flat boats with one leaf, a big river like training, a sword is as fast as a sword, and a sword is more urgent than a sword.

Zhao Zhijing couldn't take down the boy and a half for a long time, his breathing became more and more rapid, his steps became chaotic, and his breathing became chaotic.

His heart is in a mess!

Xin Han's feet were planted firmly on his heels, as steady as a rock, his eyes were focused, and the two-foot dagger was firmly held in his hand.

Pegasus Waterfall!

Fengming Qishan!

Cangsong does not fall!

The water dragon roars!

Xin Han's comprehension is not very high, he can't comprehend the essence of Lear's swordsmanship, he can't comprehend the power and meaning of the sword, and he can't learn Lear's Wanjian Guizong.

But Xin Han was very steady, he learned several styles of swordsmanship from Lear.

These few sword techniques are tailor-made for Xin Han by Li Er taking the best of hundreds of schools, which fits Xin Han's personality.

No matter how swift and fierce Zhao Zhijing's sword skills are, Xin Han can always keep his sword out of his body.

Seeing that Zhao Zhijing was in disarray, Xin Han's forehead was dripping with sweat, but his eyes were bright, his sword was steady, he was good at attacking, hiding and attacking at the same time, attacking and defending together, the dagger was airtight.

Zhen Zhibing's expression became even uglier.

Li Zhichang sighed, and exclaimed, "Sword Fairy Lear is worthy of the name, and his swordsmanship that reaches the sky can be seen from this child's swordsmanship."

"Senior brother Zhao is in a hurry, otherwise he won't lose!"

The rest of the second-generation disciples didn't answer, and looked at Xin Han in the field with a look of astonishment on their faces.

The Quanzhen swordsmanship they have practiced for more than ten years is too rough compared to that child's swordsmanship!

Lear watched with relish.

In fact, the Quanzhen swordsmanship is not that unbearable.

It's just that these people haven't learned the essence of the Quanzhen swordsmanship, they just copy the swordsmanship one by one, without comprehending the meaning of the sword, let alone the force of the sword.

Sword intent and sword momentum are the essence of swordsmanship.

But all martial arts pay attention to intention and momentum.

But this is still a world of low martial arts, and there are too few people who can comprehend meaning and power.

Looking at the entire Jianghu, there are only a handful of people who understand the true meaning of martial arts, probably only Dongxiexidu, Southern Emperor and Northern Beggar, Guo Jing, Zhou Botong, Yang Guo and Jinlun Fawang in the later period are few.

Watching Xin Han and Zhao Zhijing fight, Lear has already learned the Quanzhen 36-way swordsmanship.

According to Zhang Sanfeng's words, Lear's swordsmanship talent has never been seen.

Lu Wushuang stood beside Lear and asked, "Brother Lear, can Xin Han beat that idiot Taoist priest?"

The corner of Lear's mouth rose slightly, and he said, "There are still ten tricks."

Lu Wushuang was puzzled.

In front of the Quanzhen Mountain Gate, Xin Han and Zhao Zhijing fought inseparably.

After ten moves, Xin Han swung Zhao Zhijing's iron sword away with one strike.

The sword pointed at Zhao Zhijing's throat, Xin Han's forehead was covered with sweat, and he said in a deep voice, "Daoist Zhao, I've accepted it!"

"Xin Han only learned the superficial level of swordsmanship from Mr. Zhao, which made Daoist Zhao laugh at him."

Saying that, Xin Han retracted his sword, walked back to Lear, looked at Lear, with longing in his eyes, and said, "Sir, Xin Han didn't embarrass you."

Lear patted Xin Han on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Very well done."

Xin Han had a satisfied smile on his face.

For him, there is nothing more gratifying than receiving a compliment from his husband.

Lu Wushuang stood up at the right time, with his nostrils upturned, looked at the Quanzhen sect, and said with disdain on his face, "You guys can't even beat Xin Han, how dare you say Brother Lear's title of Sword Immortal is a vain name, not worthy of the name? "

"From my point of view, you Quanzhen Sect are all idiots!"

Zhen Zhibing opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't find the words to refute.

Li Zhichang lowered his eyebrows, his heart was filled with turmoil.

The rest of the second-generation disciples were full of astonishment. You must know that Zhao Zhijing's martial arts and swordsmanship are stronger than theirs. Even Zhao Zhijing was defeated. If it were them, the result would not be much better!

Sword fairy Lear, the rumors in the world are true.

"Okay, Wushuang, don't say a few words!"

Li Er pressed Lu Wushuang's shoulders, rubbed her hair, and stopped her from humiliating everyone in Quanzhen Sect.

Lu Wushuang slapped Li Er's hand away, and said dissatisfiedly, "Brother Li Er, I'm not a child, any girl my age can marry!"

In this day and age, there are indeed girls who marry at the age of twelve or thirteen.

Lear chuckled and said dotingly, "In my eyes, you will always be a child who will never grow up."

Lu Wushuang is eccentric and eccentric. In Lear's eyes, he is indeed a child.

In later generations, a girl of Lu Wushuang's age is still in the first grade of junior high school, so what is it if she is not a child?

"Ignore you!"

Lu Wushuang pouted with dissatisfaction, turned around and sulked.

Lear ignored her, looked at Zhen Zhibing and the others, and asked, "Is Li qualified to go up the mountain?"

Zhao Zhijing's face turned blue and white, cloudy and cloudy, changing indefinitely.

Zhen Zhibing replied with a complicated expression, "Sword Immortal is naturally qualified to go up the mountain, please follow me into the Chongyang Palace."

Although Lear didn't make a move, Zhen Zhibing already had the answer in his heart.

The Quanzhen religion will become a joke.

Master, martial uncle and several martial uncles together, I am afraid that they are not the opponent of this sword fairy!

Lier lifted his foot and walked into the Quanzhen Mountain Gate.

As soon as the wind blows, she is dressed in white clothes and fluttering sleeves, which is full of fairy charm.