The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

The lonely and arrogant expression on Song Mu's face was stunned for a moment, how could he not be familiar with the sword intent flying rapidly in the distance!

Oh my god! Qinglian Sword Intent!

Ji Yuze and Ye Chen on the side also felt the strong sword intent, and turned their heads to look into the distance.

Beyond the horizon, a two-winged pegasus that looked like a black flame was flying towards them!

On horseback, the swordsman wearing black clothes and carrying a sword gave them a great sense of oppression!

That kind of oppression that I only felt from my own master!

At least a strong man in the Mahayana stage, or even in the Tribulation stage!

Are you the elders watching the ceremony at the Nine Great Holy Lands?

Ji Yuze and Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief, only Song Mu stared at the familiar figure sitting on the horseback in the distance.

Master and I have spent the first half of our lives focusing on the Qinglian Sword Intent, so how could I not be familiar with it?

Apart from himself and his master Tai'a, only one person has mastered this Qinglian Sword Intent.

That was the Qingyun Sect sword cultivator who single-handedly killed all the great sword cultivators in the Immortal Tomb of the Sword Immortal!

It was also the black-clothed sword repairman, Leng Qingsong, who was sitting on horseback with a sword on his back!

Thinking of this, Song Mu couldn't help but turn ugly.

Originally, when the Immortal Tomb was opened, I was still thinking about my master telling me to be gentler with the fellow disciples from the Qingyun Sect. Who knew that my master meant to keep me away from them!

There is no other reason, the monks from Qingyun Sect are all monsters!

Because I am a sword cultivator, in that fairy tomb, the two sword cultivators from Qingyun Sect shocked and impressed me the most.

One white!One black!

Two swordsmen!

Dressed in white, with a sword hanging on his waist, just like himself now, Bai Feiyu stopped countless sword cultivators in front of the last door of the sword platform with one person and one sword.

As for Leng Qingsong in black, he only got a glimpse of his appearance, like a god of killing, behind that door, the scene of massacring the Great Sword Cultivator was deeply engraved in Song Mu's heart.

These two sword cultivators were like demons in their hearts, and they really made themselves feel fear.

Only then did I know what it meant to sit and watch the sky, and I underestimated the people in the world.

But Song Mu did not admit defeat, and was even more unhappy.

There is no time for practice, and monks can keep their appearance in the state they are most satisfied with as long as they want to.

With such a cultivation base, I am afraid that he has been a great sword cultivator who has been a great monk for countless years.

I am just a monk who has just started practicing for decades, how can I be compared with these old monsters who have lived for countless years!

Afterwards, my master told me that none of these monsters from Qingyun Sect were over twenty years old.

The expression on Song Mu's face was no longer shocked, but frightened!

A great swordsman under twenty years old?

He has already been hailed as the most handsome sword cultivator who meets once in ten thousand years.

The talents of these monsters are probably only comparable to Li Taibai, the sword fairy in ancient times, right?

And with such a talent, and having received the inheritance from the swordsman Li Taibai, it is inevitable to surpass yourself and even surpass the master in Qinglian Sword Dao!

There is only one way for each person, if someone else goes first, then he will never be able to realize this way again!

At that moment, Song Mu, who regarded himself as a peerless genius, suffered an unprecedented blow and even doubted himself.

And always wanting to be strong will not show it at all, and can only hide this doubt about himself deep in his heart.

But everything can't be hidden from my master.

The expression on Song Mu's face softened, and he thought of his master Tai Ah.

"Boy, if you were asked to rebuild it now, would you be willing?"

"Let you strive to be the ancestor of the sword sect, are you willing?"

"He Li Taibai can do it, why can't you?"

The sound of countless iron chains rubbing against each other rang out between heaven and earth. His master destroyed the Taoist foundation he had practiced for thousands of years and stripped away the Green Lotus Sword Intent from his body.

And reshaped the White Lotus Sword Seed for himself!

My master fell from the peak of the Tribulation to the Fusion Realm. Although he recovered in the end, he has not yet returned to the strength of the Tribulation Peak!

Feeling the blooming white lotus in the dantian, Song Mu's originally timid expression became aloof again.

What Li Taibai can do, why can't I?

It's just Qinglian Kendo, a strength gained from eating the steamed buns that others have chewed.

I, Song Mu, don’t even bother to associate with him!

I, Song Mu, will eventually find my own way of swordsmanship and achieve the same achievements as Li Taibai, no! The swordsman who surpassed Li Taibai!

With pride in his heart, the expression on his face became more tense, and he raised his head slightly to look at Leng Qingsong, who was riding a horse.

Leng Qingsong, who was riding a black thestral, had sword intent rising all over his body. After the arrival of this black-clothed and black-horse swordsman, the originally noisy mountain top seemed to be muted.

The closer Leng Qingsong got, the young monks on more than a dozen hills could clearly sense this powerful sword intent!

When Leng Qingsong walked in front of Song Mu and the three of them, everyone looked at the swordsman and waited for the swordsman to speak.

Did he dislike them for being too noisy, or did he want to reprimand the three Tianjiao for fighting privately before the Tianbang was born?

Ji Yuze and Ye Chen also bowed their heads. In front of the great monks, as the direct disciples of the Nine Holy Lands, they must respect each other, but they must not lose the face of the holy land behind them.

If this sword cultivator really dared to slander the holy land behind him, even if the other party was a great monk, he would still have to defend himself!

Leng Qingsong glanced at the three people present, and seemed to see that Song Mu looked familiar. He rode his horse to stop in front of Song Mu, and asked in a confused voice, "Piaomiao Pavilion...how can I get there?"

Leng Qingsong, who had never been alone, couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south after leaving Ouyang. He was an absolute road fool.

"Cough cough cough..."

One after another coughing sounds suddenly sounded in the Western Zhou Dynasty.

Everyone was waiting anxiously for the big monk to speak, but they didn't expect that the big monk just came to ask for directions!

Are you asking the way, what are you doing with such a great coercion, looking like you are about to destroy the family?

Jianxiu's brain is really sick!

This idea popped up in everyone's mind at the same time.

When Song Mu, who looked aloof and arrogant, heard Leng Qingsong's inquiry, he pointed the direction of Piaomiao Pavilion with the hilt of his sword, and said indifferently: "It's three hundred miles away!"

Leng Qingsong, who was sitting on the horse, glanced in the direction, said gratefully to Song Mu, and then rode away from here.

"???"

Just left like this?

Under the guidance of Senior Brother Song Mu, the master of Jianzong, did he leave so easily?

Is this great sword cultivator really asking for directions?

Or is this great sword cultivator afraid of the talent of senior brother Song Mu and the master behind him?

At least when Leng Qingsong left, Ye Chen and Ji Yuze, who were beside Song Mu, looked at Song Mu with subtle changes.

People from all directions looked at him with eyes that turned to admiration and wonder again, which made Song Mu secretly happy!

And in the hearts of Ji Yuze and Ye Chen, their views on this Jianzong disciple went up to a higher level.

He has reached this level of cultivation at such an age!

And even in front of the great monk who didn't know his purpose, he looked so aloof.

This Song Mu is worthy of being a direct disciple of the Sect Master of Jianzong!