Xiuxian is like this

It sounds a bit unreliable!

"day!"

Lu Bei complained loudly, opened his eyes and thought hard, one person was short of wit, and the three were superior, curiously asked Yan Xiaoshuang: "Master Yan, what do you think is the meaning of the word day?"

Yan Xiaoshuang snorted coldly, and according to Han Miaojun's explanation, she turned her head and left Lu Bei aside.

"Sect Master Lu, I have a solution." Han Miaojun said sweetly, and when Lu Bei looked over, he bit his red lips with his white teeth, and the iceberg's face was lightly lit up.

"Dirty!"

Lu Bei showed disgust, and lowered his head to think for himself.

Han Miaojun: "..."

This time, it was Yan Xiaoshuang's turn to be amused.

……

In the void, three figures walked.

Two living people, one paper doll.

7Chapter 16 Are you Zhao Qintian Mingzi?

The young man was tall and imposing, and his stern face like a knife was not at all sad or happy.The clothes are monotonous, the sleeves are clean, and there is nothing else but the black stone knife on the back.

All together.

The number one martial arts master in Wenliang has been exploring the way of the sword all his life, and has the name of "Heavenly Sword".

Beside him is a red-clothed, red-eyed bald monk, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a dignified body, and the majesty of a dragon and a tiger in his steps.

The red-clothed monk in Wenliang, a Buddhist cultivator in seclusion, has an unknown gate and identity, even if his name is taboo, no one knows.

The two Mahayanas were at the peak of Wenliang, and each had great prestige. There were endless disputes in the practice circle about which of the two was stronger and weaker, and because the two had never fought against each other, there was no conclusion.

As for the paper figurine walking at the end, apart from being a bit weird, there is nothing to recommend it.

"Hey, Tiandao and the red monk, why are they here?"

Zhenbei Wang Peng Xinzhi was stepping into the void, that is, approaching Shaoshi Mountain, and suddenly found two top Wenliang masters.

Peng Xinzhi didn't rush forward to say hello, even though he is the king of Zhenbei and also known as the king of Xiaoyan, but in terms of means and strength, he is a bit reluctant to face any of the two.

"It turned out to be them!"

Yin Zhen stood by his master's side, casting his gaze cautiously with envy on his face.

Once upon a time, he was also a well-known genius in ten miles and eight villages. He dreamed of becoming a big man like the capital and the monk in red one day.

It was only later that I learned that the world is far more than ten miles and eight towns. There are as many monks with higher talents, richer resources, and more prominent mountain gates than him. errands.

"My lord, these two are the top monks in Wenliang. The two of them are gathered together, but for the purpose of distinguishing a superior?" Asked if he didn't understand, Yin Zhen scratched his head and wanted to see which of the two strong men was stronger Which is weaker.

If this is the case, then he will blow it up later.

Do you know that Tiandao and the red monk, the two died that day, and it was witnessed by Yin!

Can be blown into the ground.

Peng Xinzhi was noncommittal, and found that the two were heading in the same direction as him, so he slowed down again, and said in doubt: "It's strange, the goal of the two of them seems to be the Fuyao Palace, could it be..."

Not only him, but Qi Shangdu and the monk in red all fell in love with Yan Xiaoshuang. Hearing that the palace lord's innocence was stained by the little white face, they all came to attack Yan Xiaoshuang aggrievedly?

The idea is too outrageous, not to mention that the monk in red has no worldly desires, Qi Shangdu, who is only devoted to the knife, is also obsessed with sincerity, and he cut off his emotions and desires early on.

"My lord, who is that senior paper figurine?"

"I don't know."

Peng Xinzhi shook his head slightly, feeling a lot of doubts in his heart, so he decided to take a look first before talking.

After more than ten steps, Qi Shangdu's eyes were like lightning, he opened up the space in front of him, and stood in the sky above Shaoshi Mountain.

And palm into a knife, slowly chopped down.

buzzing-

Amidst the faint chirping of the saber, the light of the saber, as bright and clear as the moonlight, flowed down, silently and swiftly falling into the forest of the mountains.

In an instant, the high-spirited saber intent soared into the sky, the billowing saber light split the sky and the earth, separated the darkness and frenziedly rushed towards the auxiliary Yao Palace located on the main peak.

The clouds dispersed, and the star array illuminated the sky. Amidst the roar of the mountain guard array, this irresistible greeting spread throughout the mountain.

In the boudoir, Yan Xiaoshuang's figure faded, and she fell into the sky with one step. Seeing the three figures in front of her, her heart tightened.

The visitor is not good.

"Palace Master Yan is polite, where is Tianjianzong Lu Bei?"

"Sky Sword Sect Lu Bei..."

Peng Xinzhi, who was standing far away, was taken aback for a moment. Could it be that things were as he expected, and the two of them came to attack the boy?

Peng Xinzhi yelled outrageously, for the first time he knew that there were so many rivals in love, and they were all so powerful.

Thinking about it again, it's relieved that the palace lord's charm is hard to resist for an immortal, and it's only natural that the heavenly sword and the red monk worship under her skirt.

"Trouble, I'm afraid this king is not the opponent of the two of them."

"Why did Qi Tiandao seek the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect? As far as I know, he has no enmity with you." Yan Xiaoshuang frowned slightly, wanting to ask why.

"Is Lu Bei here?" Qi Shangdu said expressionlessly.

"Sect Master Lu is not here, Your Excellency, please go back!"

The clay figurine was still angry, Yan Xiaoshuang was sullen, Qi Shang relied on force to attack the mountain gate, he couldn't be kind today due to emotion and reason.

Suddenly, his shoulders sank.

Lu Bei pressed Yan Xiaoshuang's shoulders and lowered his head, letting her lean back to cool off.

Yan Xiaoshuang frowned slightly, but obediently, took half a step back, and at the same time transmitted voice to Lu Bei: "This person is a monk Wenliang, with the 'Heavenly Sword' Qi Shangdu, with a high cultivation level. There is no winner or loser in the month."

"The other one is called the monk in red and has a mysterious origin. I don't know much about him."

"Where's the paper man?" Lu Bei frowned.

There are many strange things in the world of cultivating immortals. Given his not-so-rich personal resume, he has also experienced many different types, such as the Sewing Corpse Dao, the Snake Dragon Sect, the Earth Immortal Corpse, the fisherman, and so on.

In comparison, a mere paper figurine is not outstanding among other kinds.

Even a little low-level.

But for some reason, looking at this paper figurine, Lu Bei had an unspeakably strange feeling. In his eyes, the sky knife and the red monk were strong, but they could only be reduced to a foil next to the paper figurine.

"I haven't seen it before. It shouldn't be Brother Wenliang, and it might be an incarnation." Yan Xiaoshuang thought for a while, and explained a useless nonsense.

"Go down, they are here to find me, it's none of your business here."

"But……"

"No but." Lu Bei raised his hand and patted his buttocks.

Yan Xiaoshuang's tender body trembled, and she said hatefully, before turning around to leave, she slapped Lu Bei's back heart with hatred, engraving the secret method of Fuyao Palace.

Lu Bei shivered, and the mana in his body rolled uncontrollably, not to mention how speechless he was.

Before coming, he asked for a mouthful of fresh milk from Han Miaojun just in case, and now...

Fortunately, the sword body has been strengthened and upgraded, and the two palace lords have restrained themselves, otherwise they will run away with all attributes, and every part of their body will hurt.

Lu Bei took a step forward, shattering the holy sword lotus under his feet, like a peerless sword unsheathed, and the mist of sword intent rose around him, shattering the sky mightily.

Looking from a distance, the scorching white halo spread out, shaped like a big sun.

The heaven and the earth resonate, even if Shaoshi Mountain is surrounded by a large formation and the solid space is indestructible, it is difficult to withstand the raging and cathartic surging sword intent.

The mountains rumbled and shook, there was the sound of earth dragons screaming, and the black cracks in the ground sprinted like branches, stretching into the distance, breaking more than ten low peaks.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie-"

The paper figurine didn't know what to be happy about, it just laughed, its temperament was unpredictable and even weirder.

"Good sword, the name of Heavenly Sword is well-deserved!"

Qi Shangdu untied the stone knife behind his back and let it fall to the ground. His whole body seemed to be sublimated, bursting out with a tyrannical will to cut everything.

Lu Bei let out a light snort, and looked at the stone path that had fallen to the ground in surprise.

This magical power seems to have been seen somewhere.

Where is it?

"In the past, my master had a sparring with the Immortal Sword Master. My master held the sword, and the Immortal Sword was in charge of the sword. My master spied the Immortal Sword's intent, and realized this abandoned sword technique." Qi Shangdu took the initiative to explain.

Lu Bei suddenly realized, no wonder it looks so familiar, it turned out to be the Abandoned Sword Technique.

Someone can use the skills of the whoring monster of abandoning the scriptures for nothing, your master is very powerful!

but……

Lu Bei cast a sympathetic look, the pit of abandoning the scriptures was very deep, and if he stepped into it, ten lives would not be enough to pay for it. If it is not bad, the master of Qi Shangdu should be dead.

"My master, after realizing this method, was so depressed that he drew a knife and killed himself."

Right, he was cheated to death!

Lu Bei secretly thought that sure enough, his cultivation had reached the stage of crossing the catastrophe, and he had repeatedly fought against monks of the Mahayana stage. He knew that the strongest supernatural power of the Qili Sutra was not the immortal sword intent, but his aptitude and comprehension.

The artistic conception can be seen at a glance, and Dao Yun can be used for his own use with a little thought.

Even if Abandoning the Sutra does not use a sword, but uses fists like the Demon Emperor, he can still be invincible for a lifetime, and create a method that can rule the world like the Immortal Fist Intent.

Without the comprehension of abandoning scriptures, but learning the abandoning sword technique of abandoning scriptures, the result can be imagined.

Abandoned until the end, there is nothing to give up, and he threw away his own life.

"My suzerain already knows the purpose of the Heavenly Knife. It's nothing more than hatred blinding his mind and seeking his own death. What about this master, why did you come here?" Lu Bei looked at the monk in red.

The monk in red clasped his hands together, and said with reason and evidence: "The poor monk is sitting in the deep mountain, his Zen mind is very quiet, and he wants to ask for a solution from the hands of benefactor Lu."

Lu Bei nodded, understanding what the red-clothed monk meant.

The bald donkey didn't mean anything else, it was just itchy.

He fixed his eyes on the last paper figurine, squinted his eyes slightly, and his eyes danced with golden flames: "This magic cultivator with a unique face, can you tell me your name?"

"Jie Jie Jie Jie-"

The paper man waved his hands again and again and kept laughing, and when the laughter stopped, he confessed that he was just a passerby, and expressed that he had no intention of disturbing the three of them.

After speaking, the body was incinerated into ashes and disappeared between the heaven and the earth.

In the corner, Peng Xinzhi, who was standing like a minion, was unattended. He straightened his body and tried his best to show his existence, but no matter whether it was Lu Bei, Tiandao, the monk in red, or even the angry Yan Xiaoshuang, there was no line of sight.

Peng Xinzhi's grief and indignation were not limited to this, he had seen Lu Bei's butt slap just now.

That's not patting Yan Xiaoshuang's butt, it's clearly slapping his face while swearing sovereignty in person.

Looking at Lu Bei's powerful strength, Peng Xinzhi almost died on the spot. No wonder the name of Tianjianzong is so familiar. It turns out that he is the descendant of the immortal sword master Abandoned Sutra.

Yan Xiaoshuang's vision for choosing a Taoist companion did not disappoint him, he either didn't want it or wanted the best one.

For a while, Peng Xinzhi, who was trying to straighten his body, was hunched over. He, the king of Beibei, couldn't restrain Bei at all.

"Daozhang Yin, let's go." Peng Xinzhi said lonely.

There is no place for him here, it is better to leave.

"My lord, this is an extraordinary battle, almost comparable to King Qin Yan's battle with Tian Mingzi, the master of swordsmanship. If you leave this matter, won't you regret it for the rest of your life?" Yin Zhen turned pale with shock.

When Peng Xinzhi thought about it, it really made sense. Although he is not as good as Tianjianzong Lu Bei at the moment, who can tell clearly what will happen in the future.

If he can gain something from watching this battle, and his cultivation base has greatly improved, he, the little king of Yan, might as well take down the word 'Xiao' and become the second king of Yan, Jiang Suxin.

"May I ask Sect Master Lu, are you Zhao Qin Tian Mingzi?" Qi Shangdu asked.

"It can't be said that Zhaoqin spent a lot of money, Tian Mingzi is Tian Mingzi, and has nothing to do with this suzerain."

Lu Beiqi asked, "How did you know that?"

"If that's the case!"

"..."