[Cultivation] Asking for a sword

It was still far away before, but when the sword light flew close, they saw that bright and dazzling falling like a shooting star, getting closer and closer to them.

At this time, some disciples had already exclaimed.

"This kind of sword light, is it the first true biography, Master Chu Han's uncle!"

"Ah! The leader of the team this time is actually this great uncle who seldom shows up. It's really rare!"

"Peak Lord Jianfeng has always been the most generous among our Zhengyang Sect alchemy cultivators. If we achieve good results this time, we will definitely get a lot of rewards!"

Although Gu Cheng had heard about the deeds of this peak master many times, it was the first time for him and many disciples to see Chu Han.

He looks about 20 years old, wearing simple white clothes, standing upright and straight, his long hair like splashed ink is tied behind his head with a thin blue headband, and a pair of simple long hair hangs around his waist. sword.

His brows were very stern, his eyes seemed to be covered with frost, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he glanced coldly at everyone.

Gu Cheng couldn't help but commented inwardly, he looks good, but it's a pity that he's terribly cold, and his aura is even more aggressive, just looking at it as if he was facing a stunning sword that was ready to be unsheathed at any time.

Everyone couldn't help lowering their heads, and they didn't dare to look at those knife-like eyes. Gu Cheng was the only one who didn't lower his head so far, and he quickly met the coldness in Chu Han's eyes, He silently lowered his eyes, and began to admire the blue stone bricks at the gate of Zhengyangzong.

Chu Han nodded slightly, and with a wave of his left hand, a huge flying boat appeared in front of him. The bow of the boat had the Zhengyangzong logo on it, and everything on it was exquisite and gorgeous. Chu Han stepped on it directly, and then faced These disciples opened their mouths.

"Come up." The voice was not much different from that of a person, and it was so beautiful that it was freezing.

The many disciples who had been silent at first breathed a sigh of relief, and got on the flying boat one by one in an orderly manner. After seeing that Chu Han ignored them, they found a place at will, or meditated, or rested.

At this time, the flying boat had already flown to an extremely high mid-air, when suddenly a blue light flew past, and at the same time, a voice came from afar.

"Uncle, wait for me."

With a flash of cyan sword light, it landed on the flying boat. The person who came was wearing a neat and strong outfit. He looked about 20 years old, with a delicate face, a slender figure, and black hair like a waterfall. He stood beside Chu Han prettyly.

The master of Jianfeng frowned inexplicably, and said lightly: "What are you doing here?"

The woman slapped her thigh and smiled like a female bandit: "Come and accompany the uncle, what is the status of the uncle, how can he not have a foundation-establishing maid by his side, my wife is just in the late stage of foundation establishment, come here to support the uncle It’s old no, it’s my duty.”

Chu Han gave her a cold look, and reprimanded: "Nonsense!"

Fang Sulin looked down at his feet, and said in a muffled voice: "I don't care, anyway, the head of the sect promised to let me come, uncle, you just can't drive me down, I'll just stay here."

Gu Cheng looked at her speechlessly as she sat on the ground as soon as she slapped her buttocks. She looked like she was trying to play a rascal, what a pity for that face.

"And the most important thing is, he told me to look at you, we must publicize our Zhengyang Sect's aura of defying power and daring to fight hard." The woman spoke very loudly, without blushing at all.

Chu Han snorted softly and said no more.

Fang Sulin knew that he was acquiescing, and her heart jumped for joy. This time, she had begged the master for a long time before she got the chance. She wanted to go to the trial for a long time, but it was a pity that she was not allowed to go during the Qi training period. , and didn't have to participate, although she couldn't get in now, but she could join the gambling fight with her uncle, and she was satisfied.

The speed of the flying boat is getting faster and faster, and the scenery under their feet can be seen flashing by. During the time they communicated, the Cloud's End Mountain Range has been turned into a point.

Gu Cheng thought that the woman was able to catch up with the flying boat after the attack, and thought that the skill of controlling the sword is also excellent, and the cultivation base is even more powerful. It seems that she is also familiar with the master of Jianfeng, so she must be a rare genius in Zhengyang sect.

But at this time, the whispers of several outer disciples came from not far away.

Only then did I know the identity of this woman.

Fang Sulin is said to be a descendant of Tiankun Daojun, the late Yuanying stage monk of the Zhengyang Sect. Her talent for alien spirit roots is not the most important group of geniuses in the sect, but her background can't stand it. Among the descendants of the ancestor family, there are only two who have the qualifications to cultivate immortals, and Fang Sulin has the best qualifications and is the most favored.

Although it is said that Tiankun Daojun and the Nascent Soul cultivator of Wanyao Valley died together later, her status did not drop too much, because both the Zhengyang Sect and Chu Han, who ranked first in the true biography, are the ancestors of Tiankun There are seven or eight senior brothers and sisters who are in the alchemy stage to take care of the disciples who are personally accepted, no matter how bad she is, she can't be far behind.

But Fang Sulin only had such a flirtatious side towards her uncle, other than that, she was very self-confident when facing these outer disciples, and didn't even bother to talk to them.

Until she saw Gu Cheng, she gave a big gasp.

Then he ran over a few steps, and couldn't help asking: "Wow! There is an inner door, why can't you think about it?"

Gu Cheng was speechless for a moment, before he said, "I'm not overthinking it."

Fang Sulin stared at him with an idiot's eyes: "This is the first time I see an inner disciple with such a poor cultivation level, and dare to participate in the blood test, my mother, I am not as courageous as you at your cultivation level!"

Gu Cheng smiled wryly, for a baby lump like you, there are a bunch of alchemy monks pampering and protecting him, and disciples of the same generation are holding him back. It's really hard to understand his helpless situation now.

Just looking at such a beautiful woman, mouthing her mother, her actions are rude and unrestrained, it really feels a bit contrary to harmony.

So he joked in a half-true way: "It's because of my low cultivation level that I have to work hard and get more resources to practice."

Fang Sulin curled her lips, and put her hands on her hips carelessly: "This is not hard work, it's desperate. Junior brother who dares to seek death, senior sister with a beautiful voice, senior sister, I will give you some life-saving treasures."

When Gu Cheng heard it, he immediately barked unscrupulously.

Fang Sulin nodded in satisfaction, touched the storage bag at her waist, and a jade bead emitting a faint blue light came into her hand.

"This is Zhou Tan, that stinky boy. He always wanted to make love to his old lady during the Qi training period, so he gave me a Silver Boundary Bead, which can teleport three times in an instant, with a range of ten miles each time. It is definitely the best way to escape during the Qi training period." Good weapon."

Gu Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth in disbelief. Such things can be given away casually, as expected, he is a local tyrant. He heard that Fang Sulin's nickname was Mobile's Lingshi Treasure House, and he thought it was too reasonable.

Seeing him like this, Fang Sulin snorted and laughed, "I don't know much. Generally, the spiritual consciousness of a monk in the foundation-building stage covers at least thirty miles. For a late-stage foundation-building monk like my old lady, that's a hundred miles. If I want to catch up Kill you, even if you use up three teleportation, I can easily catch you."

Only then did Gu Cheng nod his head in understanding, Qi training monks are invincible but useless in the foundation building stage, no wonder she gave it generously.

"By the way, I remembered, your surname is Gu!" Fang Sulin gave him a strange look. "The person who entered the door with the Ascension Order is you!"

Gu Cheng did not deny it, but seeing Fang Sulin's expression, he also felt that the other party's attitude was strange.

Fang Sulin hesitated for a moment before asking: "Is your mother's name Bai Huayin, and your father's name is Gu Youqing?"

Gu Cheng was taken aback for a moment, did this Senior Sister Fang know his parents?

"Dare to ask Senior Sister, you"

Fang Sulin waved his hand without waiting for Gu Cheng to speak, then stomped his feet vigorously, and secretly glanced at Chu Han who was standing in the distance.

"Don't ask so much, you will know later, I can't tell you now."

Then she started rummaging through the storage bag again, muttering: "I need to use it during Qi training, this, and this, um, I'm adding this."

Gu Cheng held a lot of spiritual things for no reason, and looked at the senior sister opposite him foolishly.

Fang Sulin explained in a low voice: "My old lady and your mother are old acquaintances, no matter what, I can't watch you die."

Gu Cheng only felt that things were getting more and more strange. He originally thought that his father and mother were just ordinary foundation-building monks, but now it seems that things are not as simple as he thought.

Fang Sulin left quickly after giving the things, as if worried about something.

Gu Cheng looked at these things, some of which he still couldn't recognize, the two high-grade spirit weapons, Tian Leizi piled them up casually, and the high-level talismans were stacked one after another, and there were a few others that he couldn't recognize. out something.

Flying windfall.

Fortunately, when the two of them were talking just now, there were no other people around, otherwise he was really worried that he would be murdered for money if he couldn't reach Yue.

The time is spent in such an ordinary voyage. It is very interesting to sit on such a flying boat and soar thousands of miles at the beginning, but the most interested people only lasted for half a month, and they feel that it doesn’t matter. Meditate quietly on the boat.

It took about a month to rush from Yong State to Yue State. Yue State is within the sphere of influence of Lanhai Sect. Zhengyang Sect is adjacent to Lanhai Sect, so it is relatively close. Depart half a year in advance.

So far, the Lanhai faction is not counted, and the Zhongmiaomen, Tianxing Palace, and Xuedaomen, which are farther away, have arrived two days earlier.

Because the Lanhai faction is the host, it has already started preparations. It also specially built a palace at the entrance of the secret realm, which is specially used to accommodate the immortals of various sects and sects. Beautiful Qi training monks and even Foundation Establishment monks were waiting on the side.

Speaking of which, there are more or less blood feuds between these sects. As Taoist cultivators, Tianxing Palace and Lanhai faction have hatred with demon cultivators, but they all belong to the lineage of the human race, and there are monster races outside. Under the situation of staring at each other, the two sides will not be too rigid, but the sarcasm and ridicule are unavoidable.