The Sims of the Realms

"Damn it! The quality of Yingui is not very good. Even I, a Nascent Soul cultivator, can't recover after being devastated by the flame explosion...

Just go back like this, don't say that Zhen Er is angry with me, even my old face can't stand it, I can't even study the things of a little monk in the Qi refining period. "

Zhen Tiancheng thought about it, and suddenly had an idea, "I can't repair this Yingui, but the person who made the Yingui can!

Zhen Er said before that he lives more than 2000 miles away, so he is not in Kunlun City. It seems that I have to ask that kid Nie Chen. "

Zhen Tiancheng, the five-member monster hunting team, still knows a thing or two. Among them, Lin Weiran and Xiao Rujian are from the Minghe Realm, a tragic place where monsters are slaughtered.

Nie Chen came to the Nie family, which used to be a super family. Hundreds of years ago, the Nie family had elders of Kunlun. Unfortunately, time passed and the Nie family declined.

"Meet Uncle Zhen!"

Nie Chen is not as handsome as Lin Weiran, but he is heroic and upright, and he is also well-known among the three generations of Kunlun disciples.

"Do you know the name of the person who has a good relationship with Zhen Er, and where does he live?" Zhen Tiancheng asked straight to the point.

"You're talking about Brother Lin, right? He's not here. To the west of Kunlun City, Jinhong Valley is two thousand miles away. He's been living there recently."

Nie Chen told him bluntly, because there was no need to hide it, Zhen Tiancheng was the elder of Kunlun, such a person would not do anything to Lin Weiran.

"Okay! Cultivate hard, don't let me down, if the Nie family wants to rise again, they can't rely on others but the descendants of the Nie family..."

Zhen Tiancheng's voice curled up and disappeared.

Above the Golden Rainbow Valley, Zhen Tiancheng frowned, "Three generations of disciples run this kind of field, how could Zhen Er like such a person?"

Kunlun is the Holy Land of Sword Cultivators, with [-] and three generations of disciples, more than [-]% of them are sword cultivators. Only sword cultivators and powerful sword cultivators are worthy of his daughter Zhen Tiancheng.

Zhen Tiancheng didn't want to waste too much time here, he showed his figure in front of Lin Weiran, and his powerful sword energy set off gusts of wind in the Golden Rainbow Valley.

Lin Weiran's black hair was flying, and the Frost Sky Sword hummed, "It's definitely not the Golden Core Stage, it must be the Nascent Soul Stage or even above the Nascent Soul Stage!"

Zhen Tiancheng's voice was like thunder: "You still dare to shine your sword, which means you are still a sword cultivator. Pick up your sword and let me see how talented you are in the way of swords!"

Lin Weiran's face was about to turn black, what the hell, where did the Nascent Soul stage mental illness come from, and why did he, a little monk in the Qi refining stage, come to this...

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Chapter 208 Qinglian Sword Intent 【Subscription】

Lin Weiran was in a very bad mood.

Somehow, he provoked the monks of the Nascent Soul Stage, and even condescended to come to his little Golden Rainbow Valley, euphemistically calling him "guiding" himself.

"Bah! Shameless!"

Lin Weiran scolded in his heart, but his complexion remained unchanged, and even showed a hint of excitement, as if monk Nascent Soul pointed out some once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"It is a great honor for a disciple to be taught by seniors!" Lin Weiran's words made Zhen Tiancheng, who was floating in the air, very happy.

Ruoteng Qingshan is here,

I will definitely praise him: good acting skills!

"Let's unleash the sword, I only use the cultivation level of the Qi refining stage." As soon as Zhen Tiancheng finished speaking, he stepped down from the air and stood on the ground.

"Senior, my sword is very sharp, you have to be careful!" Lin Weiran didn't talk nonsense, holding the Shuangtian Sword in his hand and slashing out several sword lights.

This Frost Sky Sword Art was originally only a third-rank sword art. Under the same level, its power cannot be compared with Kunlun's third-rank sword art at all.

However, in the hands of Lin Weiran, the Frost Sky Sword Art has surpassed the limit of the third-grade sword art, and one after another sword glows shot at Zhen Tiancheng with fierce light.

Zhen Tiancheng pointed at the sword together, aroused the sword energy out of thin air, and tapped it a few times in the air, as if there was a layer of ripples in the void.

Lin Weiran's sword lights shattered one after another.

"Cultivator Nascent Soul controlled his cultivation to the Qi refining stage, and his control over spiritual power was almost to the extreme, and every trace of spiritual power this person used was just right.

Moreover, he uses his spiritual power where it is most necessary, and his spiritual power is of a higher quality than mine. This is a fact that cannot be changed by lowering his cultivation. "

Lin Weiran tossed and turned, avoiding several sword lights, every sword energy from Zhen Tiancheng seemed to be pierced by a third-grade flying sword.

Cultivators in the Qi refining period can definitely achieve this level, and only high-level monks who can control their cultivation can control all this just right.

"This man really came to point me out!"

Lin Weiran knew in his heart that the visitor was not malicious. Although the tone and attack were heavy, judging from the current situation, he did not intend to humiliate himself.

"If Kunlun's sword cultivators only had this ability, Kunlun would have been defeated long ago. Your two strokes can only be regarded as the middle and low among Kunlun's disciples in the past."

Zhen Tiancheng frowned and said.

Lin Weiran stabilized his body and swung the Frost Sky Sword horizontally, the sound of the sword buzzing continuously. The Frost Sky Sword Jue uses ice to enter the Tao, which has the ability to freeze three feet of frost and freeze nine heavens.

In an instant, a cold light appeared everywhere, covering Zhen Tiancheng, Lin Weiran raised his sword and stabbed at it, the tip of the sword was surrounded by the silver glow of the sword, which also carried an infinite chill.

Zhen Tiancheng sacrificed a sword qi, the sword qi froze, and shattered in the next second, Lin Weiran's sword pointed straight towards his throat.

Ding!

Only heard a crisp sound.

Zhen Tiancheng held the Shuangtian Sword between his fingers.

Sword lights pierced through the void and slashed towards Lin Weiran, Lin Weiran retreated, although the Frost Sky Sword left his hand, the coldness on the sword became more and more intense.

"Flying sword, flying sword!

How can it be called a flying sword if it doesn't fly? "

Between Lin Weiran's ten fingers, lines and lights intertwined, like a rainbow and picturesque, dazzling people's eyes, and Zhen Tiancheng showed a shocked expression on his face.

"How complicated is the third grade sword art?"

The Frost Sky Sword shot up into the sky the next second, drawing an arc in mid-air, and shot towards Zhen Tiancheng again.

At this moment, the Frost Sky Sword seems to have turned into an ice crystal horned dragon, dancing and blooming in the air. This kind of power has already surpassed the scope of the third-grade sword art.

"That's right, he has a little talent in the way of swordsmanship!" Zhen Tiancheng's impression of Lin Weiran suddenly changed a little.

This sword must have been put into effort.

"Unfortunately, it's still not enough for me!"

Zhen Tiancheng pointed at the horned dragon with a finger like a sword, and the third-grade Frost Sky Sword was knocked into the air with a "ding", spinning rapidly in the air, until Lin Weiran's figure flashed by before catching the Frost Sky Sword and holding it in his hand.

"As expected of a Nascent Soul cultivator, with the same level of cultivation, he is better than me in every aspect. If he wants to beat him, he can only use other means."

With one thought, Lin Weiran rolled his whole body vigorously, and the Frost Sky Sword buzzed, and he once again slashed out a sword to attack Zhen Tiancheng through the air.

"Small tricks..."

Zhen Tiancheng said that he condensed the sword energy and wanted to sever the sword light, but before he finished speaking, the sword qi he condensed was easily shattered.

Lin Weiran was very happy, the 36 forms of opening the sky, the extremely powerful augmentation secret technique, after practicing the 36 forms, the attack power can be increased by more than fourteen times.

He unexpectedly used ten times the strength of this sword, which was also very unexpected to Zhen Tiancheng, but the reaction of the Nascent Soul cultivator was so quick.

Zhen Tiancheng counterattacked instantly.

The spiritual power was almost condensed into a solid body and the sword light was cut into pieces. His gaze was slightly focused on Lin Weiran. Although the move was performed with the Frost Sky Sword just now, Zhen Tiancheng could tell at a glance that it was not a sword technique.

"Boy, I have more than secret arts. If you blindly pursue secret arts, you will fall into inferiority. The reason why Kunlun swordsmen are powerful is their comprehension of kendo. If you use other methods, I will not be polite!"

Being stared at by Zhen Tiancheng, Lin Weiran shuddered slightly. For Kunlun sword cultivators, they will only admit defeat if they defeat them with sword skills.

There is only Xeon of Swordsmanship in the world.

To use other means is outsider to them, this kind of almost arrogant confidence in the way of swords makes Lin Weiran not know what to say.

There are three thousand paths, who said that only swordsmanship is the strongest, Lin Weiran agrees with this truth, but the Kunlun swordsman in front of him absolutely does not agree.

"Then I will defeat you with swordsmanship!"

In the way of swordsmanship, Lin Weiran's talent is extremely terrifying. He has practiced Gengjin Jue to the fourth level in an instant, and practicing Jian Jue is like a god's help.

During this period of time, Lin Weiran didn't waste his talent. A good horse is matched with a good saddle. After all, the third-grade Frost Sky Sword Art is not worthy of his excellent talent.

But there is a set of swordsmanship that can.

The Frost Sky Sword in his hand screamed almost abnormally, and the Feijian was alive. Zhen Tiancheng realized that it was Lin Weiran's sword technique that excited Feijian.

"A high-grade sword art?"

Zhen Tiancheng was quite surprised. For monks, the higher the level of the sword formula, the stronger the power, and the fifth and sixth level sword formulas used by the monks in the Qi refining period could not exert one ten thousandth of the power of the sword formula.

Only fit is the most important thing.

However, if a high-level monk uses a low-level cultivation base, there is no problem in using high-grade sword art, and Lin Weiran's peak cultivation base is not necessarily weaker than Zhen Tiancheng.

Without any warning, Lin Weiran got up and swung his sword. There seemed to be some kind of terrifying artistic conception on the Frost Sky Sword.

Lin Weiran's swordsmanship mistyly followed the trajectory of heaven and earth, and every move seemed to pull Zhen Tiancheng into a mysterious world of swordsmanship.

"How is this possible? It's so easy to activate a high-grade sword art with a mere Qi refining stage, and this sword art is so mysterious that there is no such sword art among the sword arts handed down in the cultivation world."

Zhen Tiancheng's expression changed again and again.

Lin Weiran danced in the air with a long sword in his hand, like a banished fairy descending into the world, dressed in clothes and dressed in wind as horses, kings of clouds came and fell one after another, tigers and drums sounded like luanes returning to their carriages, and immortals lined up like hemp.

"Qinglian Sword Song" of the Four Great Canons.

Li Taibai became the strongest in the shattering of the void in the way of swordsmanship. Lin Weiran once comprehended the immortal jade and accepted Li Taibai's inheritance.

As far as kendo is concerned, Kyushu has a history of more than 6000 years. Li Taibai is like an immortal in the sky, No. 1 in kendo, and his swordsmanship is very distinctive in any world.

Zhen Tiancheng had no choice but to condense his spiritual power into a solid body and fight sword against sword. From this point of view, he had already lost. Cultivator Nascent Soul was forced to draw his sword by Lin Weiran, which was enough for him to brag for a while.

But that's not all.

Lin Weiran made a big mistake. He underestimated his predecessor and his talent in kendo. He didn't realize it until he performed Qinglian Sword Song.

A dazzling sword light rises from the Golden Rainbow Valley. This sword light is earth-shattering, piercing the sky, like a sword out of its sheath, and like gold and iron intersecting.

The huge movement not only alarmed the people nearby, but also many monks far away in Kunlun City couldn't help raising their heads and looking at the sword-like light piercing the sky in the distance in surprise.

"Sword Intent!"

Zhen Tiancheng was dumbfounded.

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There are three treasures on the main peak of Kunlun.

Langfeng Terrace, Xuanpu Garden, Kunlun Palace.

On the Langfeng Terrace, the essence of thousands of stars is condensed, and the strong wind is constant. It is a holy place for Kunlun body cultivation. There is a super seventh-rank spiritual vein under it, which is rich in spiritual energy.

In Xuanpu Garden, Xuanyuan’s energy is always around, and the elixir in the garden ranges from the third grade to the eighth grade.

The Kunlun Palace is the residence of the head of Kunlun and its high-level officials. The place where the elders live.

At this moment, several figures in the Kunlun Palace opened their eyes, including the head of Kunlun, a powerful figure in the Three Thousand Worlds of Cultivators.

"Three generations of disciples have not yet established a foundation, but there are monks in the Qi refining stage who condense sword intent, and this sword intent is ethereal and vast, like a fairy coming to the world.

It seems that three generations of disciples have also begun to show their prominence. There is such an outstanding talent in Kunlun, why can't it last for thousands of years?This son, Zhu Ji, should be the chief of Kunlun! "

The head of the sect spoke, and the rest of the people who were eager to try, immediately knew that this genius who had condensed sword intent during the Qi refining period already had a master.

Because the chief of Kunlun must be the master.

.........

Golden Rainbow Valley, Zhen Tiancheng came back to his senses.

The long sword with condensed spiritual power in his hand has been broken. With that sword intent, even a monk at the Nascent Soul stage who suppressed his cultivation to the Qi refining stage is no match.

Lin Weiran was immersed in the sword intent.

His previous talent in the way of swordsmanship can be said to be unparalleled in ancient times, and he only performed Qinglian Sword Song once, and he actually got some insights from it, thus condensing the sword intent.

Concentrating sword intent during the Qi refining period is rare in the cultivation world, even in the supreme Kunlun, it is unique, and I believe it will soon become famous in Kunlun.

"I comprehended the sword intent from the Qinglian sword song, so it should be called the Qinglian sword intent. In addition, I would like to thank this Nascent Soul cultivator."

Lin Weiran thought to himself.

Without Zhen Tiancheng oppressing him, it would be difficult to realize the sword intent. Talent is talent, chance is chance, without any of them, it is difficult to achieve great achievements.

"Thank you senior for your pointer."

Lin Weiran bowed respectfully to Zhen Tiancheng.

The corner of Zhen Tiancheng's mouth twitched, and he almost forgot the business, "Ahem, the concentration of sword intent is the result of your own hard work, so what does it have to do with me?