Mortal bone

"puff!"

After moving his figure like this, he immediately knelt down on one knee again, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

The sword energy on that flying sword was simply not something a monk of his level could bear.

The pain suppressed by excitement began to flood his whole body like a tide.

"Xu Taiping, you know your mistake!"

At this time, the voice of the head of the sect exploded like thunder in the sky above Zhenjianping.

At the same time, the sharp flying sword flew towards Xu Taiping again with a "Zheng".

A heavy coercion slapped on Xu Taiping's body like a wave again.

"Master."

Xu Taiping resisted the turbulent Qi and blood in his body, stood up against the coercion amidst the "click" sound of his bones, then looked away from the flying sword in front of him, and looked directly at Yunlou on the opposite side.

"What's wrong with me?"

He calmly looked at the tall cloud building in front of him.

Yeah, what's wrong with him?

It was Ye Xuan who wanted to challenge him.

Ye Xuan was also the one who wanted to kill him after failing to ask the sword.

What's wrong with him?

Is it wrong to win against Ye Xuan?

At this time, all the disciples in Yunlou had doubts in their hearts.

"presumptuous!"

The head slammed again, and the mighty coercion immediately poured down from the cloud tower.

"Haven't become an official disciple yet, but you are so disobedient to discipline, what's the point of becoming an official disciple?"

The headmaster snorted again at this moment.

After this cold snort, although everyone knew that what the sect leader did was unfair to Xu Taiping, no one dared to say a word.

Because that's the sect leader, and that's the person with the strongest cultivation in Qingxuanzong.

"Zheng!"

While he was speaking, the flying sword in front of Xu Taiping was a few feet closer to him.

"Admit your mistake."

Then, the leader only said two words.

Xu Taiping fell silent.

He is not a dead-headed person, he does not understand the reason why a strong bow is easy to break, but he really can't find a reason to admit his mistake.

"Zheng!"

As if threatening him, the flying sword made a sharp trembling sound again.

"This kind of magnanimity is on our side. At best, it is just the leaders of some low-level gangs."

At this moment, Fairy Lingyue's voice sounded in Xu Taiping's mind.

"Little Taiping, you and I have achieved our goal in this competition, so it doesn't matter if Qingxuanzong doesn't wait. The world is so big, with my sister here, you can go anywhere."

She then said in a cold tone.

Xu Taiping could tell that Fairy Lingyue was really angry.

"boom!"

Just as Xu Taiping was about to speak, a figure suddenly pierced through the air, blocking between him and the flying sword.

"Sect Leader, calm down, Taiping has lived at the foot of the mountain for a long time, and he was born in a secular place, so he doesn't know etiquette. Please also look at the Sect Leader for the sake of his outstanding performance in this time of sword-questioning. My lord, please forgive him once."

That person stood in front of Xu Taiping, and cupped his hands at the opposite Yunlou with neither humble nor overbearing.

Although Xu Taiping's consciousness was a little chaotic at this time, he could still hear it all at once, it was Dugu Qingxiao's voice.

"Senior Brother Qing Xiao..."

"Don't talk, leave everything to me."

Just as Xu Taiping was about to speak, he was interrupted by Qing Xiao's sound transmission.

"Qing Xiao, it's none of your business here, just wait aside."

The head didn't change his mind because of Dugu Qingxiao's appearance.

Not only that, but the coercion on the flying sword increased a bit, forcing Qing Xiao to retreat, and then barely resisted.

Seeing Qing Xiao's tall figure struggling to resist the sword energy above the flying sword, Xu Taiping's tense face suddenly softened again.

Then he tried his best to raise his head, and glanced at Yunlou on one side.

Xu Taiping felt inexplicably warm when he found that Zhao Linglong and the others in Yunlou also looked nervous.

To be able to meet such two people in Qingxuanzong who are sincerely for me is not a worthwhile trip.

He thought so in his heart.

"Sister Lingyue, let's go..."

"Zheng!"

Just when Xu Taiping was about to make up his mind to leave with Fairy Lingyue, another sound of swords blared through the air.

Although it was the same sword cry, the sound of this sword cry was obviously more vigorous and free-spirited, without the hostility of the flying sword in front of him at all.

Xu Taiping was wondering where the sword cry came from.

"boom!"

A flying sword fell straight from the sky, and the sword fell between Qing Xiao and the flying sword of the master.

"boom!"

An even more magnificent sword power swept across the entire town of Jianping in an instant, sweeping away the power of the master flying sword.

"Buzzing..."

And the flying sword in charge, in front of the flying sword that descended from the sky, made a long trembling sound.

It seemed to be afraid of the flying sword stuck in the ground.

Surprised, Xu Taiping fixed his eyes on the flying sword on the ground.

Then he discovered that not only was the flying sword old in style, but the fringe of the sword was also in disarray, and even the blade was stained with rust.

"Master Zhou."

Just when Xu Taiping was full of confusion, a familiar voice suddenly echoed in the sky above Zhenjianping.

"Yes...is that Uncle Ninth?"

Suddenly, a drunk face appeared in Xu Taiping's mind.

"Why did Qingxuanzong make a fuss as soon as I came back, don't you want me to come back?"

At this time, the old and thick voice sounded again.

However, at the same time that the voice sounded, a drunken little old man was lying on a wine gourd, slowly falling from the air like a fallen leaf.

It just happened to land on the side of the ancient sword Feijian.

That's right, this person is Uncle Jiu.

It's just that Xu Taiping already knew that besides being called Nine Uncles, he also had a name more familiar to everyone in the Qingxuan Sect - Master Uncle, Lu Daoxuan.

"The disciple has met the little uncle!"

Almost at the same time as Uncle Jiu appeared, the sect master also flew down from the cloud tower like a gust of wind.

And behind him, there were seven peak masters.

"Little Martial Uncle, why didn't you inform your disciples in advance when you came back from the northern border?"

Head Zhou asked the drunk Uncle Jiu with a look of sincerity and trepidation.

"I have notified you, can I still see this good show?"

Uncle Jiu gave Na Zhoutong a blank look.

"I am laughing at you, little uncle, let the disciples handle such mundane matters."

The head of Zhou hurriedly apologized after hearing the words.

"Don't bother, just keep going."

Uncle Jiu stretched his waist and stood up straight, and his whole body suddenly became extremely tall.

"continue?"

Head Zhou looked confused.

The peak masters of Qifeng beside him also looked at each other very puzzled.

"Isn't this sword questioning over?"

Zhou Tong glanced at Ye Xuan who was sitting on the ground healing his wounds, then at Xu Taiping behind Qingxiao, and then turned around to look at the master of Qifeng and said:

"Don't be dazed, you Qifeng, start picking your disciples! Or do you all look down on this kid?"