Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

Xiaoyaomeng had already walked to Mrs. Xiaoyao and was about to speak.

But the Seventh Young Master said first, "Let me, the landlord, introduce you. This is Ji Lingyu, Fellow Daoist Ji! He is a good friend of Xiaoyao's sister who met in the East China Sea."

Then he looked at Ji Lingyu, who was standing respectfully in the middle, and said with a faint smile: "Fellow Daoist Ji, these two are outstanding golden elixir monks from the Xiaoyao Sword Sect. Both of them are middle-stage golden elixir monks. This time they are all for Zhongdu. Come here for a competition in the imperial city’s grand event.”

He stretched out his left hand and pointed at the young man in white opposite him: "This is Fellow Taoist Wu Shan, a cultivator of the earth element Heavenly Spiritual Root. He has been famous in various major sects for many years for his sword skills of wide opening and closing."

She went on to introduce the woman in white below.

"This is fellow Taoist Yao Ningshuang, an ice-based Heavenly Spiritual Root cultivator. His ice sword technique is quite powerful. Fellow Taoist Ji will have to deal with it carefully later."

But at this moment, Mrs. Xiaoyao, the superior, looked at the Seventh Young Master and smiled lightly: "Girl Feng, you are a little biased. How come you just mentioned this Ji boy in one sentence, and I, a monk of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, revealed all the skills and sword techniques?" come out?"

The tone was quite playful.

"Senior Xiaoyao has wronged this junior. This fellow Daoist Ji is only in the early stage of Jindan and has just consolidated his realm. He doesn't even have a magic weapon. How can he be the rival of two Taoist friends from the Xiaoyao Sword Sect? I just want him to be on guard so as not to get hurt and harm his harmony. .”

At this time, the faint smile on the Seventh Young Master's face dropped, he no longer looked at Ji Lingyu, lowered his head and looked forward and said this.

Xiaoyaomeng's eyes were surprised at this moment, staring at the Seventh Young Master with a puzzled expression. From time to time, he looked at Ji Lingyu who was standing in the hall, his round face full of disbelief.

Just as she was about to speak, she secretly felt that the mother above her was closely watching her every move, so she had to stand still.

At this time, Yao Ningshuang said coldly: "Master Seventh Palace, don't worry, I can send and receive my sword skills freely. I'm afraid it will be difficult for fellow Daoist Ji to get hurt."

At this time, Mrs. Xiaoyao glared at her: "Ningshuang, your character cultivation is still not enough. How can you control your sword cultivation freely at your level? You should learn from your senior brother Wu and be more calm."

Hearing this, Yao Ningshuang bowed to the ground.

"Yes!"

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Xiaoyao shook her head.

"Get up. Although this boy Ji is only in the early stage of the Golden Core, he is a descendant of the eight ancient families just like you. His family's ancestral body training techniques are very powerful and domineering, and you may not be an opponent now."

Yao Ningshuang turned her head and looked surprised when she heard this: "Isn't the ancient bloodline of the Ji family cut off?"

Wu Shan above him also turned his head to look at the young man in white in the middle of the hall.

Ji Lingyu's expression was solemn at this time, and he said in a deep voice: "Fairy Yao, don't be surprised. My Ji family's bloodline has indeed been cut off for a long time, and now it is just a single inheritance of this lineage, and it has long been anonymous and not exposed in the world of immortality."

He then looked at the people in the hall: "Fellow Taoists, you still hope not to spread the word. Now the Ji family can't withstand the prying eyes of high-level monks. The family can only use the ancestral martial arts, but this martial arts only has the surname Ji." Only those with blood can learn it.”

At this time, Mrs. Xiaoyao hummed! There was a sound.

"Boy Ji, do you mean to blame me for leaking your life experience and skills? We are all monks of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect here, who dares to spread the secrets of the sect to outsiders? Since you accepted the Xiaoyao Token, you have been a guest of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect. "

Ji Lingyu hurriedly bowed and said: "This junior really has no such intention, but I just want to tell fellow Taoists about the current situation of the Ji family."

At this time, the Seventh Young Master looked at Mrs. Xiaoyao and said, "Senior Xiaoyao, should we go to the backyard martial arts field now?"

Mrs. Xiaoyao nodded when she heard this: "It's getting late, let's get started."

……

In an open square, it was several miles wide, surrounded by high gray-black stone walls, but the blue sky could be seen above, and it was cloudless at this time.

Ji Lingyu stood in the middle of the square, a little confused.

From the outside, it looks like there is a gray formation barrier in the martial arts arena, but it cannot be felt inside.

At this time, there was a woman in white standing opposite, more than a mile away. It was Yao Ningshuang.

She held a three-foot-long white sword in her hand, the sword body already emitting a faint white light, and she stared solemnly at the young man in white opposite her.

There is a black pavilion on the stone building on the left. Just now, several people in the hall were sitting and watching.

Yao Ningshuang looked at the red spiritual sword at Ji Lingyu's waist, frowned and said coldly: "Fellow Daoist Ji, can you just use a spiritual weapon?"

Ji Lingyu shook his head and said calmly: "I have no intention of using a sword, and I really don't have a strong offensive method now. As long as fellow Taoist Yao can break my body-refining technique, I am willing to admit defeat."

Yao Ningshuang snorted coldly when she heard the words. The light in her hand was bright, and she swung the white sword forward, and a ray of white sword energy flashed in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Ji Lingyu did not dodge or dodge. He started to use his skills and his right hand was blood red. He swung forward and knocked the foot-long white sword Qi aside.

boom!sound.

The white sword energy cut into the black ground a few feet away on the right, creating a deep pit about ten feet long.

Ji Lingyu circulated his spiritual power and secretly felt that his right hand was slightly cold and biting. The blood-red light on his hand brightened, eliminating the ice sword energy.

"Fairy Yao, although this sword energy is sharp, its power is too weak. Fellow Taoist, please use your full strength."

Yao Ningshuang was shocked when she saw Ji Lingyu using his blood-red light to catch his sword energy with his bare hands.

But he snorted coldly and stopped holding back.

The magic formula in his hand changed, and the white sword shone brightly.

"go with!"

The white sword light flashed away from his hand, split into four parts and appeared above, below, left and right of Ji Lingyu, and a sword shadow flashed towards the young man in white.

But at this moment, the young man in white was surrounded by blood-red flames.

The white sword shadow flashed and cut, but only made a squeaking sound.

After a while, the white light became weaker and weaker, and the flashing speed also dropped greatly, revealing the appearance of four three-foot-long white swords.

Seeing this, Yao Ningshuang stopped her left hand technique. The four white long swords instantly returned to his hands and merged into one white long sword. It's just that the light is extremely dim at this time, and it seems that it will no longer be usable in a short time.

She looked at the young man in white clothes in front of her and saw that his whole body was covered in blood-red flames, showing no signs of weakness, and she couldn't help but look sad.

"Is this the Blood Demon Sect's blood path flame technique?"

In the pavilion and attic, Wu Shan's expression changed as he stood in front of the railing, and he shouted.

Mrs. Xiaoyao was sitting in front of the stone table in the pavilion. She said lightly at this time: "It is enough to confuse the fake with the real one. This can also be said to be the blood path flame, but it is not the blood demon sect technique."

Wu Shan shook his head at this time and said: "Even if Junior Sister uses her natal flying sword, I'm afraid she is no match for this person. This kind of defensive Flame Junior Sister's Sword Technique tends to be sharp, and the ice-type cold energy is just restrained."

Everyone in the pavilion did not speak, and at this time there were changes in the venue.

Yao Ningshuang's expression was solemn at this time. Her left hand technique changed, and a white light and transparent ruler Xu Feijian flashed out of her sleeve and reached her left hand.

The three-foot white sword was already hung back on his waist.

"Fellow Daoist Ji, I am about to use my flying sword. If you can't bear it, you can admit defeat loudly and I will withdraw my sword skills."

Ji Lingyu didn't say anything, and still stood there covered in blood-red flames.