After entering the world of cultivating immortals, I have been living and sleeping

Regardless of the title, there is only one meaning in it. Once the candidates are determined, these people will be the most outstanding young people on the Canggu Continent, and there is no objection.

Jing Wushuang's ability to become one of the candidates for swordsmanship with his late-stage foundation-building cultivation is enough to illustrate his ability. This is also the reason why he can surpass Wei Lin and represent the Qingchi Sword Sect.

He contained the meaning of the sword in his eyes. His original intention was to test Ye Pianran. He did not mean to embarrass the other party. At most, he would make her vomit blood.

If Ye Pianran knew what he was thinking, he would definitely be speechless. Vomiting blood means being injured, and even hurting someone, it is not considered an embarrassment. So what would it be like to be embarrassed?

In fact, it's not that Jing Wushuang has a domineering personality, but that the Qingchi Sword Sect's style is just like that.

After all, among sword cultivators, there are very few people with gentle personalities. If they are not the type who must see blood when wielding a sword, they are already good-tempered. And the Qingchi Sword Sect is a sect that only has sword cultivators. It is conceivable that You know how hot the atmosphere inside the door is.

Wei Lin and Ouyang Jing didn't think there was any problem. They grew up in this environment and were naturally used to it. If they were injured because of this, it would only mean that their skills were inferior to others.

On the contrary, it was incredible to them that Ye Pianran could block Jing Wushuang's temptation, not to mention that there was still a small realm between the two.

"What does this mean, fellow Taoist?"

Ye Pianran was a little surprised and unsure about the position of Tianheng Sect. She was almost defenseless just now and just stared back subconsciously, without any time to think.

Now that she calmed down, she later realized that the other party should have a hint of sword intent in her eyes. As for how she blocked it, Ye Pianran couldn't explain it herself. After all, she had not yet reached the same level as Jing Wushuang. The realm of swordsmanship.

Is it because of the golden light of merit?

After thinking about it, it seems that this is the only explanation. Since being baptized by the golden light of merit, Ye Pianran's soul has become much stronger, and her will is even more invulnerable to evil. In addition, she has the sword intention to protect her body, and the mirror is unparalleled. It would be weird to hurt her.

"I'm Qingchi Sword Master Jing Wushuang, don't you know your friend's name?"

Jing Wushuang asked instead without answering.

His attitude made Ye Pianran frown, but she did not feel any malice from him, and she had a good impression of Ouyang Jing, so she remained silent for a moment and replied.

"Ye Pianran, my master is Minglang Zhenjun."

"Zhenjun Minglang, the leader of the Tianheng Sect, so that's it."

Jing Wushuang nodded clearly, and before looking away, he glanced at Song Ye beside Ye Pianran intentionally or unintentionally, and then looked away with a calm expression.

"What do you mean?"

Wei Lin and Ouyang Jing didn't understand his logic at all and were very confused.

"Zhenjun Minglang and Zhenjun Minghui come from the same lineage. She can resist my sword intention because she must have practiced the Qianyuan Zhoutian Sword Technique of Zhenjun Minghui. No matter which sword intention she has comprehended, They are all powerful enough to compete with my destructive sword intent.”

Jing Wushuang was obviously in a good mood. Normally, he might not be able to talk so much in a day.

If it were other people here, they might be more confused and unable to connect these events, but Wei Lin and Ouyang Jing reacted immediately.

Qianyuan Zhoutian Sword Technique, the eternal and immortal sword spirit.

Zhenjun Minghui has been silent for too long, but his talent in swordsmanship is undeniable. Whenever the topic of sword intent comes up, it is difficult not to mention his name.

Because eternity and immortality are the most powerful attributes, equal to destruction and superior to killing, Zhenjun Minghui can not only comprehend the two attributes of swordsmanship at the same time, but also create his own unique swordsmanship. His talent is so high Simply appalling.

To put it bluntly, if Zhenjun Minghui were a disciple of Qingchi Sword Sect, he would be able to make everyone of his contemporaries despair and take the position of Sword Master without any dispute.

Of course, Zhenjun Minghui is an outsider after all. Faced with such speculation, there are many voices within the Qingchi Sword Sect that do not agree with it, thinking that it is exaggerated and biased.

In any case, Wei Lin and Ouyang Jing have finally solved their doubts. As for what they think about this, it is unknown.

The commotion caused by a few people was not very big, but everyone gathered here was waiting for the main hall to open. When they were bored, they would inevitably notice this.

"Having Jing Wushuang take the initiative to talk to Ye Pianran should not be underestimated."

In the direction of Wanku Mountain, an ordinary male cultivator with a humble appearance looked slightly solemn. His name was Xie Fan. He was the leading disciple of this trip to the secret realm. His cultivation had reached the foundation building perfection, which was deep and solid, and he was also a direct disciple.

"Damn, what kind of bad luck did this bitch have?"

On the other side, Duan Hen from Luoxia Island clenched his fists. The shame of being hit by a sword and causing him to vomit blood was still vivid in his mind. Naturally, he didn't want Ye Pianran to have an easy time. Unfortunately, things went against his wishes. How could he keep his anger at bay?

"What, you have a grudge against her?"

One step in front of Duan Hen, a beautiful female cultivator turned her head. She had a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, but her smile was light and did not reach the bottom of her eyes, but instead made people feel a bit chilly.

"Senior Sister Huang..."

Regardless of Duan Hen being bossy in front of the inner disciples, facing this female cultivator, even if he had a huge temper, he had to put it away, be careful to laugh with her, and not dare to make any mistakes.

Without him, because this senior sister Huang Bingchan is not only a direct disciple, she is also the biological daughter of a certain Nascent Soul elder in the sect. Her status is extremely noble. In front of her, Duan Hen naturally does not have the capital to be arrogant.

After hearing Duan Hen explain the whole story, Huang Bingchan raised her eyebrows and said bluntly.

"You are in the late stage of foundation building, but you can't even withstand a sword, so you have the nerve to mention it."

How could Duan Hen bear being ridiculed like this in front of his face, but he couldn't bear it but he had to endure it. Huang Bingchan's background was something he couldn't shake, so he immediately blamed all the faults on Ye Pianran.

"But..." Huang Bingchan changed the topic, looked at the direction of Tianheng Sect, and narrowed her eyes.

"What she did was indeed a bit excessive. You didn't hurt them either. On the contrary, I lost two disciples of Luoxia Island. This matter needs an explanation."

Hearing this, Duan Hen was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed. The previous unhappiness disappeared, and his eyes flickered, full of pleasure and distortion that the great revenge was about to be avenged.

Not far away is the direction of Qingyun Sect.

"Oh, the inheritance of puppetry, are you sure?"

A handsome young male cultivator wearing a purple crown raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on Ye Pianran, a little surprised.

"It should be true. I was in the underground palace of the Bone-Eating Black Sea and heard what Wen Chang said from the Xuanxu Sect with my own ears."

Standing next to the handsome male cultivator was Jiang Yuan, who had a broken arm. He looked good, but because of his physical limitations, he inevitably lacked confidence when speaking and was born a head shorter than others.