I just want to be a quiet man

"It's inconvenient for me to return to the original place now, can Master change the place where I return to Panya Realm again?"

Yao Qingying nodded without doubting anything, and said: "Yes. But you are now in the territory of Jiuyi Mountain, and the only place you can change your position as a teacher is within the boundaries of Jiuyi Mountain and the Liugai Dynasty. "

Pei Ling said: "Then it will be the imperial dynasty."

Yao Qingying nodded and said, "Okay. Is there anything else?"

Pei Ling shook her head and said, "Not anymore."

Yao Qingying nodded slightly, and immediately waved her hand. Pei Ling felt that the surrounding scenery was changing rapidly, and amidst the grotesque, she had already been pushed out of "Little Zizaitian".

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Liu Greed Dynasty, Jishan County.

In a mountain depression outside the county town, there was no one there, and a rift suddenly opened in the space.

Pei Ling stepped out, and the gap quickly closed behind him and disappeared.

He looked around, quickly spread out his divine sense, and after confirming his position roughly, his face and attire changed immediately, and soon he turned into an official of the Liugai Dynasty, and fled towards the nearest teleportation array.

The empty valley is quiet, the flowers bloom and fall, the ground is colorful, and there is no trace of people.

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Half a day later, at the junction of Su Zhentian and Han An Jianzong.

The vast Gobi desert is still barren, and the crawling sounds of snakes and insects are endless.

Above the sky, the dharma boat hangs high.

A distance away in the sky, an embroidered building floats quietly, with bead curtains half-rolled, jade hooks swaying gently, and shadows of people.

On the top floor of the Fazhou, in the spacious cabin, the space suddenly appeared layer upon layer of ripples like water waves.

Immediately, a figure appeared from it, and suddenly stepped into the room.

Pei Ling's spiritual thoughts swept across the entire Dharma boat and the embroidered building at the rear in an instant, and found nothing abnormal, so he stepped out, sat down on the main seat with his robe lifted, and his plain voice immediately spread throughout the Dharma boat: "Qu Han!" Dark Sword Sect!"

On the Dharma boat, all the female cultivators immediately took orders: "Yes!"

Soon, Shi Nanzi and others controlled the Fazhou to move slowly and flew in the direction of Han'an Sword Sect.

In the distance, the bead curtain on the embroidered building seemed to move slightly, and then followed closely behind.

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

The long sword is majestic and huge, like a land floating high in the sky, on the sword body, there are boundless rivers and mountains.

The mountains and rivers are majestic and the stone paths are lush.

Cuixiu is like tulle, winding and lingering, erratic and uncertain.

Flying waterfalls and bitan pools, embellished with thick and light dark colors, rare birds and animals live in flying mountains and forests, untouched by the dust of the world.

On a certain solitary peak, on the top of the peak, the wall was dug to form a cave, and jade was cut to form a platform. A big pearl hangs high on the top of the cave, emitting soft pearl light, sprinkled with clear light, and the refreshing and refreshing meaning permeates the room.

On the bank of the Yutai, the bronze Boshan furnace burns the icy incense sticks, causing the whole ground to condense a layer of frost like snow.

A monk with a bamboo hairpin and a crow-green cassock sat on the jade platform. Ice flowers climbed slowly like vines, covering his whole body, and layers of snow condensed on his eyebrows and eyelashes.

The monks seem ignorant and unconscious, like dry stones.

In the midair in front of him, a long sword with faint purple light was suspended.

This sword is simple in appearance, and its texture is like jade. Under the light of pearls, it still shines brightly, exuding a majestic sword intent, like whale waves, vast and endless, giving people a sense of majestic and surging mountains.

The aura between the long sword and the cultivator is integrated, there is no distinction between each other, and the aura is in the middle stage of harmony.

At this time, a clear voice suddenly sounded outside the cave: "Brother, is it convenient to talk now?"

Hearing this, the monk slowly opened his eyes, and a sword light in his eyes was like a thunder that pierced the sky and earth, instantly suppressing the pearly light in the room and illuminating the entire space with candles.

The aura around him quickly subsided, the frost and snow covering his body dissipated, and the suspended long sword moved slightly, and it turned into a purple light, escaping into the center of his eyebrows.

The monk said lightly: "Come in."

Chapter 132: Sword God.

Soon, the protective formation in the cave was opened, and a monk with a negative sword strode in.

He is wearing cloud boots, wearing a pine-patterned robe with azurite ground, his eyebrows are clear, tall and vigorous, and his whole body is full of sword intent.

After he entered, he bowed in front of the jade platform and said, "Brother, I interrupted your cultivation."

The monk in the crow-green cassock looked calm and asked directly, "What's the matter?"

The cultivator's expression was slightly dignified: "I just received the news from my subordinates that the Dharma boat of Pei Ling, the holy son of Chongming Sect, has entered the territory of our Hanan Sword Sect."

Pei Ling...

The monk in the crow-green robe nodded, and then said: "That is to say, the next one he wants to challenge is me?"

This cultivator is none other than the current suzerain of the Han An Sword Sect, the sword god He Fuqiong!

Distributing cultivator said in a deep voice: "Not bad!"

"This was the case for Pei Ling's first three battles. Presumably, the official letter of battle will be delivered soon."

He Fuqiong said calmly: "Understood, what else is there?"

Cultivator Distributing was stunned, and quickly said: "Brother, Pei Ling's first battle was based on returning to the void, and he was defeated by the Kui clan, the emperor of the Kui family; after that, in the second battle, Yan Xicheng and Tiecheng took the initiative to use it." 【Seven Kills and Misfortune Banner】, still lost; in the third battle, Master Suzhen Tiancen used 【Secret of Lawlessness】, and finally fell short..."

"At present, although Pei Ling is a descendant of the Demon Sect, his strength is already extremely strong."

"I have lost three games in a row on the right way, and my morale is depressed. In the next battle, no matter what, I can't lose!"

He Fuqiong looked calm, then looked at his junior brother and asked: "Do you want me to invite Zu Jian?"

Distributed monks nodded, the ancestral sword, that is, the Zhenzong Feijian of the Hanyan Sword Sect, is powerful and terrifying in attack, and it is similar to the [Jade Seal of the Kingdom] and the [Emperor Sword] of the Liugai Dynasty; Xie Axe and Su Zhentian's [Xinghuang Konghou] belong to the same level!

It's just that, looking at the first three battles of the Chongming Sect's holy son, it's probably not enough to just use the magic weapon of suppressing the sect!

Thinking of this, the cultivator said again: "There is also the [Sword Intent to Slay Immortals] in Wu Jianyuan!"

He Fuqiong smiled immediately, the ancestral sword is the Zhenzong Feijian of the Han'an Sword Sect, and [Sword Slaying Immortal Intent] is one of the foundations of the Han'an Sword Sect.

It is rumored that the patriarch of the Han'an Sword Sect once chopped off the Hibiscus sacred tree with the [Sword Intent to Cut Immortals]!

Right now, his cultivation is only in the middle stage of Daoism, and his Dao body can't bear the [Sword Intent of Slaying Immortals]. Once he uses this sword intent, he will definitely die in the next battle, whether he wins or loses...

Of course, as the majestic master of the Hanan Sword Sect, who was granted the title of sword god by the Nine Sects, he would not be afraid of his own death.

The same is true for the younger brother who came to speak now!

This proposal is just for him to win... win by any means!

When his thoughts turned, He Fuqiong shook his head and said calmly: "No!"

"In this battle, I will not borrow any external force."

"If you want to win, you must win openly; if you want to lose, you must lose openly."

"I don't know how to use either the Ancestral Sword or [Sword Intent to Slay Immortals]."

Cultivator Scattered was stunned, but he quickly reacted and said, "Brother's strength is indeed stronger than that of the Emperor Zhongkui, Lord Tiecheng, and Headmaster Cen, but it is related to the reputation of the entire Righteous Way..."

Before he finished speaking, He Fuqiong replied flatly: "I've made up my mind, you can just step back."

Dispersed cultivator frowned, but seeing his brother's face was calm, although he was not unhappy, but his attitude was very resolute, when he was hesitant, he had no choice but to answer unwillingly: "Yes..."

He lowered his head and hurriedly retreated away.

In the cave, only He Fuqiong was left alone. Looking at the leaving figure of his junior, he slowly shook his head.

Be it the Ancestral Sword or the [Sword Intent to Slay Immortals], these are all external forces!

His natal flying sword may not be inferior to the ancestor sword!

His sword intent will one day be comparable to [Sword Intent to Slay Immortal]!

Regardless of the majesty of the Righteous Way, or the reputation of the Cold Dark Sword Sect... No matter what the reason is, borrowing external force is always fearful of the enemy!

How can you win if you are timid before fighting?

At the end of the Liugai dynasty, the Kui family was the emperor, and the loser was carelessness; the iron city lord of Yanxi City, who lost his Taoist heart;

In this battle, not only did he not know how to use the Ancestral Sword and [Sword Intent to Slay the Immortal], he didn't even know how Pei Ling won the previous three battles!

Yes, Pei Ling has already won three battles, but he didn't watch any of the pictures of those three battles!

What he wants is an absolutely fair battle!

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

In the void beside the lone peak, a monk with scattered hair stood in the air, his brows were furrowed tightly, and his face was very ugly.

He thought for a while, then turned into a sword light, threw it into another mountain not far away, and in the blink of an eye, he had already appeared in his cave.

The distributing monk took out a sound transmission talisman and activated it immediately.

A calm voice quickly came out of the talisman: "Friend Cheng Dao, what's the matter?"

Distributing monk Cheng Dun quickly said: "Pei Ling has entered the territory of the Cold Dark Sword Sect, and the next challenge is my senior brother!"

The voice in the sound transmission talisman paused for a moment, and then said: "Understood, I will immediately inform the Mountain Lord about this."

Cheng Dun said again: "I, the Cold Sword Sect, will definitely do my best in this battle."

"Fellow Daoist, after telling the Mountain Master, please immediately come to the realm of the Cold Dark Sword Sect to watch the battle."

The voice in the talisman responded quickly: "Okay!"

The dim light went out, and the sound transmission ended immediately. Cheng Dun took out three sound transmission talismans with different runes, and transmitted them to the Liulu Dynasty, Yanxi City, and Suzhentian successively.

After contacting the four sects, he stood up, escaped from the cave immediately, and flew towards the direction of the sword head.

After a while, Cheng Dun came to an extremely majestic giant peak about ten thousand feet high.

This majestic mountain does not have any rocks or vegetation, it is all made up of various flying swords!

Every flying sword exudes a majestic and vast sword intent, as well as an unparalleled sharpness.

This is the Qijian Mountain of the Hanyan Sword Sect, and the Flying Sword Ancestral Sword of the Sword Sect is located on the top of this mountain of swordsmanship!

Yes!

He's here to get the ancestral sword!

The Holy Son of Chongming Sect is extremely powerful, if Senior Brother He uses the Ancestral Sword and [Sword Intent to Slay the Immortal], he will definitely win this battle!

But if you don't use it, Senior Brother He must be the loser!

Zhengdao has lost three games in a row, and cannot continue to lose!

Since Senior Brother He couldn't be persuaded, he will fight instead of Senior Brother He!

First go up the mountain to get the ancestral sword, and then go down to Yuanrong [Sword Intent to Slay the Immortal]!

This move violated the rules of the clan, and he will definitely not end well, but...

While his thoughts were turning, Cheng Dun's expression gradually became decisive. He stepped out, and countless sharp sword intents were instantly suppressed, like tens of thousands of sword tips, accumulating around his body. Go to the top of Qijian Mountain.

Chapter 133: War book, return the sword.

Jiuyi Mountain.

Lingyue Peak.

mountain top.

In the midst of the strong wind, an exquisite thatched hut stood still and stood still.

In the hut, there are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, all of which are painted with silver hooks and iron, some are as elegant as immortals, some are as majestic as a mountain, or as rushing as a river, all kinds of wills are vividly written on the paper.

There is no furniture or other furnishings in the room, only a futon made of sapphire is placed on the ground, and the futon emits a soft halo, giving people a cool and warm feeling.

The owner of the mountain is wearing a moon-white cassock, and Mu Ruyi is inserted into the topknot horizontally, shining a little bit of light. He is sitting cross-legged on a futon, holding an ancient jade slip in his hand, and is concentrating on it.

This time the patriarch of "World Taste" left the customs temporarily, in addition to solving the pupil of unknown origin, he also learned about the current situation in the world.