Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

On the high platform of the west square, the two Nascent Soul monks were no longer tit for tat, and the surrounding Jindan monks began to whisper again, and soon it was noisy again.

The white light curtain that Mrs. Xiaoyao had casually laid out blocked the surrounding noise, but Ji Lingyu was rarely left alone.

At this time, the Seventh Young Master sent a message: "Fellow Daoist Ji must be careful now. Fellow Daoist Feng's magical sword power seems to consume a lot of energy and will not last long. There are many discerning Jindan monks present, and I am afraid they are all eager to try it. It’s just that I’m still waiting for some dumb guy to come up and test it out.”

Ji Lingyu's expression changed and he replied via voice: "Junior Brother Feng is too reckless. This kind of magical swordsmanship should wait until the last moment, so that it won't be exposed to anyone with intentions..."

But at this moment, Mrs. Xiaoyao who was sitting in the stone chair said calmly: "You two, don't make any noise, everyone in this palace can hear it. As long as you don't talk loudly about this ban, outsiders might as well hear it."

Ji Lingyu's expression was stagnant, and he looked a little embarrassed. He quickly bowed and said: "Mother, please laugh. This disciple has nothing to be ashamed of. Others will hear it as well."

The Seventh Young Master looked solemnly and said: "Fellow Daoist Ji is a cautious person, as he should be. This is what a monk should be like. Now I can count on you all. This secret realm of the royal family is a must."

"Seventh Young Master is overly praised. It's hard to say whether he will be able to get a place in the Imperial City Conference, but Ji will definitely go all out."

Ji Lingyu smiled faintly and saw Mrs. Xiaoyao's phoenix eyes slightly closed, motionless and showing no other expression, so she looked squarely at the square in front of her and stopped talking.

At this time, the middle-aged man in black clothes in the sky above the square loudly said: "The time has come, all fellow Taoists can sign up to take the challenge."

Before the middle-aged man in black finished speaking, several figures rushed out from around the square, but a cyan figure from the southwest jumped into the gray restricted light curtain of the square first.

But it was a man in green with a stern expression. He was in the middle stage of the Golden Core and was tall. His left hand held the hilt of the green sword at his waist. The three-foot long sword was hidden in the green scabbard.

"Tian Yiyi, Qing Yi!"

The man in green just said this lightly.

The Seventh Young Master said at this time: "This man is also a sword cultivator. I wonder how elegant it will be for two sword cultivators to fight against each other?"

Ji Lingyu, on the other hand, just had a resolute face and sharp eyebrows, looking straight ahead without saying a word, as if he was concentrating on the changes in the field.

"Oh! Are you also a swordsman?"

Seeing that the man in green was flying in the air and had no intention of taking immediate action, the boy in white chuckled, jumped up from the center of the square, and asked from a distance of more than ten miles.

"Have you finished adjusting your breath? You can still wait for a while."

"Your Excellency, you are in the middle stage of the golden elixir. You can't wait to go to the ring to challenge Feng, a monk in the early stage of the golden elixir. Why are you pretending to be so generous now and let me finish adjusting your breath?"

"Your swordsmanship is already worthy of someone's opponent."

When the young man in white clothes saw that the man in green clothes across from him was serious in speech and only said a few words, he stopped talking nonsense.

"Come on then, Feng is looking for a sword cultivator to have a fight, so we can see who is better."

The young man in green had no expression on his face and his eyes were slightly closed.

"Are you really ready?"

The voice was neither high nor low, neither urgent nor slow, just a plain sentence.

"Stop talking nonsense and let me see your sword first. It's hidden in the scabbard and you can't pull it out!"

Feng Xingyun, however, looked proud. He swung the long white sword in his left hand forward, and a white sword energy more than ten feet long slashed forward, heading straight towards the man in green about ten miles away.

But at this moment, the man in green suddenly opened his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his left hand holding the green sword hilt suddenly twitched, but he retracted the sword in an instant.

"Uh!"

More than ten miles away, the young man in white breathed out a low sound in his throat.

Then bang! A sound came out, and the three-foot white sword held tightly in his left hand was broken into two sections from the middle.

The young man in white clothes behind him was motionless at this moment, and suddenly fell back. At this time, a white light ball as big as a fist rushed out from the top of his head, and another one flashed out of the gray light curtain of the square and came towards the west high platform.

The man in green was holding the green sword hilt with his left hand. He saw the white light flashing away and was indifferent, with no intention of intercepting it.

With a plop, the body of the boy in white fell onto the square. A bright red blood mark appeared on his snow-white neck, and traces of blood suddenly appeared.

Mrs. Xiaoyao looked solemn, and with a move of her white jade hand, the white light ball that shot forward reached her sleeves and disappeared.

But I heard the voice of the young man in white among them.

"What a fast sword!"

"Xingyun, do you know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky? Now that the physical body is destroyed, even if it takes the body to be reborn, or it becomes a parasitic spirit creature in the world, it has to start all over again."

Mrs. Xiaoyao said as a white spiritual light shot into her sleeve.

"Thank you, Patriarch, for saving your disciple's life. Disciple..."

"It's better that you don't say anything now. It's best to keep your soul and soul intact, otherwise you won't be able to take over your body and be reborn."

No more sound came from the white sleeves, and Mrs. Xiaoyao sat back in the stone chair.

He seemed familiar with the gazes of the monks around him.

At this moment, the monks around the square, which had been silent for a moment, burst out into noise.

"Tianyi Yiyi is worthy of being the largest sect in the righteous way. Qingyiyiyi has such swordsmanship that he can kill his opponent with just one sword strike."

"I didn't see the head of the young man in white separated from his body!"

"What do you know? Senior Brother Qingyi did not use his full strength to save face for the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, which is also the righteous path. When the Yuanshen of the young man in white escaped, Senior Brother Qingyi ignored him..."

"The three-foot green peak was really so fast. Who saw the sword unsheathed?"

"This ancient blue sword is quite powerful. Just by taking it out of its sheath, it actually cut the long white sword into two pieces. That is a magic weapon!"

"Isn't it an ancient treasure?"

……

The Seventh Young Master shook his head at this time and said: "With Qing Yi's sword like this, I'm afraid few people will dare to step down to challenge him. It's only the first round of the ring now, and many monks are afraid that they will wait for the next opportunity."

Ji Lingyu nodded and said, "I didn't see clearly how he drew the sword. There wasn't even an afterimage. I'm afraid only senior Nascent Soul can discern the secret."

Mrs. Xiaoyao said at this time: "It's nothing, it's just a quick word of cultivation, like drawing a knife to cut off the water under a waterfall, swinging the sword in your hand a hundred thousand times a day, day after day, year after year, one day that will happen." The underwater waterfall stopped flowing.”

Mrs. Xiaoyao then sighed and said: "These are just the basic skills of sword cultivation. Once you reach a higher level, you will naturally be able to see how he uses the sword. However, Xingyun just covets the powerful sword skills and magical powers and does not pay attention to the basic foundation. This That’s why we ended up like this.”

"Lingyu, your blood-spirited eyes can also see it. As long as you are vigilant, you can avoid it."

Ji Lingyu looked solemn, bowed and said: "Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

"Okay, there's no need for so many etiquettes, it seems too distant."

"Yes! Master!"

Seeing that Ji Lingyu was still respectful, Mrs. Xiaoyao couldn't help but shook her head and stopped talking.

Ji Lingyu also turned around and looked forward, observing how the monks around him reacted.