Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Of course, Cheng Qian couldn't stand still and let others chop. The Frost Blade was not out of its sheath, and the sword wind mixed with broken ice had already swept out, forcefully knocking away the opponent's involuntary sword.

He looked over inexplicably and annoyedly, intending to see where there was such a big hole in He Fangsheng's mind.

But when Cheng Qian saw the person who came, he suddenly lost his temper - the person who came was one of the two Yuanshen monks who followed the dude that day.

So... what is the origin of that trash on the Pegasus carriage?

Zhuang Nanxi clasped his fists in salute and did not have time to put them down. When he encountered such an accident, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "Elder...Elder, what's going on?"

The short and fat monk was moved by Cheng Qian's sword for more than ten steps, and sat down on the ground. He rolled all over in embarrassment. Young Master!"

The elder narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the words, looked at Cheng Qian like a horse for a moment, and said, "More than a month ago, when the hall master was in retreat, my young master left without permission and didn't return for many days. , I finally got the news that the young master appeared in the southern border a few days ago, but when the old man brought people to check, he found that there was only such a useless thing left among the young master's entourage..."

The short and fat monk was already very old, and when someone pointed to his nose and said it was useless, his face turned blue, but he didn't dare to say anything. A dignified monk with a soul looked like a frightened man in front of this great elder. chicks.

The great elder didn't even look at the short and fat monk, and said to Zhuang Nanxi in a cold voice, "I haven't asked my nephew yet, who is the one you brought here?"

"Young master? Could it be...Little Master Bian?" Zhuang Nanxi frowned when he heard this, and glanced at Cheng Qian. Although he saw that he was neither guilty nor afraid, he was secretly worried.

One of the four sages, Bian Xu, the head of the Xuanwu Hall, lives in the extreme north, and has been hiding from the world for many years. Among the four sages, except for Xu Yingzhi, who was nagging, he is the least troublesome. He has been respectful and humble all his life. I have never heard of him. Anything that is detrimental to virtue and morality is not as eye-catching as the Master of Qinglong Island, the master of the world-it's a pity that if the evening festival is not guaranteed, the ruin will be in the hands of his only son Bian Xiaohui.

If children are debts, then Bian Xiaohui, the young master of Xuanwu Hall, must be a usury.

When Bian Xiaohui's mother was conceived, she was plotted against and almost killed two people. He was a coffin that was forcibly dissected after his mother's death, and he almost couldn't survive.After ten years of warming and nurturing with various spiritual objects in the Xuanwu Hall, before he was born stumblingly, the hall master exhausted his body and mind for this child, and loved his life more than his life after birth, which made Bian Xiaohui want wind and rain since he was a child got rain.

It's a pity, only if you don't come to cultivate.

He was congenitally deficient, physically weak, most of the pills could not be digested, practiced a little bit harder and had to cry for his father and mother. For more than a hundred years, he and his disciples of the same generation concentrated their minds. Only he practiced everything with half the effort, and was complimented and ridiculed behind the scenes by others. As time passed, his temperament became more and more surly.

This time, he didn't know who he had listened to. Bian Xiaohui believed that he had no progress in his practice, that he was innate and that he violated the system of Xuanwutang's kung fu. With a bunch of useless minions, he left home privately and ran all the way to southern Xinjiang, intending to try his luck at Suzaku Pagoda.

Bian Xiaohui made a good plan. It is probably just a gimmick that the Suzaku Pagoda is only opened for "people with predestined relationship". At this time, who is eligible to enter the pagoda depends on who has the biggest fist?

At worst, those who dared to have a relationship with him would be beaten to death one by one, and he would be ranked in the row.

Bian Xiaohui had countless sword-controlling monks around him, and he also brought two primordial spirits with him, so it would be no problem at all to crush a group of rootless casual cultivators.Unexpectedly, the sky failed and people's wish was not fulfilled. The unlucky child would have his teeth stuck in cold water, and he would not be able to enter the pagoda.

Zhuang Nanxi obviously had heard about Bian Xiaohui's peeing behavior, and when he recalled Cheng Qian's tyrannical and unparalleled three swords in the dark prison of the magic city when he broke the magic cultivator's restriction, he felt sadly that this might be true.

With Bian Xiaohui's lack of wink, it might really anger this senior who doesn't seem to have a good temper at first glance, and get hacked with a sword... It's really not a rare thing.

One side is a family friend who can't afford to offend, and the other side is a lifesaver. Zhuang Nanxi felt that he was not a human being, so he had to apologize with a rather shameless smile: "I think there is some misunderstanding here? This senior Cheng singled out the magic city , Sword Sect Master Huanxi saved our lives, how could he kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

The great elder ignored him, his sleeves fluttered, and he was five steps away from Cheng Qian in a blink of an eye. He stared at Cheng Qian and said, "Do you recognize it?"

This seemed to be Xingshi's tone of questioning, Zhuang Nanxi was afraid that Cheng Qian would be blown up on the spot, so he hurriedly persuaded in a low voice: "You two have something to say."

Cheng Qian was silent for a moment—the firewood surnamed Bian was indeed chopped by his senior brother himself. Of course, he was already dead when he was possessed by the demon, and the senior brother was not the murderer...but the culprit of the demon It's his prodigal fourth junior brother, and the Fuyao faction can't get rid of this dry cleaning no matter what.

God, who knew that the tiger father Bian Xu could give birth to such a lame pug son?

The revenge of killing the son is here, and they plan to find the secret word of Xuanwu Hall master to return to the lock... When Cheng Qian thought of this, he suddenly felt heavy in his heart.

There seems to be some kind of curse in the master's order to close the mountain, so that every time they have a little hope, they will be pushed back into the abyss immediately.

Even though Cheng Qian was determined to excel, he couldn't help feeling a little hesitant at this moment—is the Fuyao faction really exhausted?Is it... No matter how hard they struggle, it's useless?

The chunky monk shouted from the side: "Only they and their group have entered the Suzaku Pagoda, and the young master had an accident in the Suzaku Pagoda. Who are they?"

Cheng Qian glanced at him coldly. Both of them were obviously Primordial Spirit cultivators, but the short fat man felt like a frog being targeted by a snake, and shivered involuntarily.

Cheng Qian didn't admit it, nor denied it, but said slowly: "This fellow Taoist is a cultivator of Yuanshen, even if he can't break into the Suzaku Pagoda by force, he dares to be like your young master..."

Cheng Qian's voice paused subtly. Although his tone was polite, there was a hint of ridicule out of the corners of his eyes and brows: "...how did such a person who is not very good at cultivation get into the Suzaku Pagoda before it is opened?"

The chunky monk was taken aback.

Cheng Qian continued: "Furthermore, you and your group of three or forty people followed the young master of your faction, how dare he slip away under your noses?"

Hearing this, the Great Elder turned to the short and fat monk, and said dissatisfiedly, "What's going on?"

The chunky monk was at a loss for words for a moment, he was indeed to blame for this matter, and his palms were sweating.

Seeing that he was under arrest, Cheng Qian said in an orderly manner: "On the way to southern Xinjiang, we did have conflicts with the young master of your faction over some trivial matters. We just went out and hurt people. , we had a face-to-face meeting at that time, and we parted ways—this fellow Taoist, you said to the Empress Dowager, isn’t that true?”

The chunky monk: "This..."

Cultivators practice the principles of heaven and earth, yin and yang, and cause and effect, and they have always sworn seriously. Even if they really smell shameless and have no taboos, they always stumble involuntarily before saying anything "to the emperor and queen".

Zhuang Nanxi looked on coldly, and couldn't help but scrutinized Qi Chengqian. He was a little surprised. He thought that this person had such a tyrannical cultivation at a young age, but he looked a little cold, as if he didn't have much understanding of the world. He didn't expect him to be When questioned like this face to face, he can still express his feelings in public in a tepid manner, which is a bit of a city mansion.

Having said this, Cheng Qian raised his eyebrows and folded his sleeves, and said with a proper arrogance: "Since I have let him go face to face, why did I go to such lengths to kill him in the Suzaku Pagoda? Who knows if he is the sacred son or not?" Grandson, is it possible that if I kill him, a little novice cultivator, I still need to be sneaky?"

Although the Great Elder felt that there was some truth in these words, his face was still gloomy - he was a bit ashamed of others' self-esteem in front of him.

Cheng Qian said: "I did see the young master of the noble sect in the Suzaku Pagoda, but he had become a puppet of the heart demon at that time, and he had no chance to live - Great Elder, if you are free, you might as well ask your own disciples, your own young master Being possessed by a heart demon, why do you know nothing about it?"

As soon as this remark came out, the short and fat monk suddenly realized that he was charged with a greater crime. He changed his mind suddenly, and said indiscriminately, saying: "Zhu... Suzaku Pagoda has stood for a hundred years, why does it happen that as soon as you go in, there is Suzaku Pagoda?" How do you know if you have anything to do with that demon cultivator regarding the matter of Beng and Tujiao Chenglong?"

This is just nonsense.

Even Zhuang Nanxi couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward and said: "Grand Elder, I guarantee for this Senior Cheng, with his character, he will never have anything to do with those demons. At this time, the southern border is in turmoil. The bosses came out in full force to bring disaster to the world. The most urgent thing for us to do is to fight against the enemy. How can we quarrel with each other in private? The younger generation is also deeply saddened to hear about Mr. Bian. Now that the misunderstanding has been clarified, why not discuss together to resist the dragon A matter of blood debt?"

This young man from Baihu Mountain Villa must have read some books, and he speaks in a way that can stir people's hearts.

Seeing that a conflict was eliminated in a few words.

After hearing what he said, the Great Elder looked slightly relaxed, glanced at Cheng Qian, and snorted coldly: "In this case, the disciples have neglected their duties."

The Great Elder is now more than a thousand years old, and he is a top-notch power among mortals. Because he is impatient with ordinary affairs, he has been appointed as a idle elder in Xuanwu Hall, and the Four Saints will give him three points when they see him.This old immortal is used to being the only one who respects me, and has always felt that "the sky is the boss and he is the second child". How can he put Cheng Qian, a junior in his teens, in his eyes?

After Cheng Qian made some excuses, and Zhuang Nanxi was there to smooth things over, the Great Elder had basically believed his words, but he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart—there was no other reason than Cheng Qian's attitude towards him from the beginning to the end They are neither humble nor overbearing.Over the years, who saw him disrespectfully, for fear of panting and taking the wrong shot?To what extent can this kid in front of me, a mere hundred-year-old soul, be supernatural?Do you dare to rely on your cultivation to ignore Xuanwu Hall?

The Great Elder naturally looked down on Bian Xiaohui, just like looking down on a domestic mutton dog, but no matter how powerful the animal is, it cannot be kicked casually by outsiders.

Although this Cheng Qian was not the murderer, he seemed to have dealt with that Bian Xiaohui.

The great elder said: "Forget it, since your crime is not worthy of death, then the old man will punish you slightly, and teach you young people to know that the sky is high and the earth is thick!"

As soon as the words of this magnanimous speech fell, Cheng Qian felt a powerful force that he had never seen before pressing down in the air, and the force was very delicate - it might not crush him to death, but he had to make him kneel When you kneel, you can't spit blood.

Cheng Qian felt that he was well-mannered, but he didn't expect that there would be people in the world who rely on their elders to betray their elders and show shame.

He didn't blink immediately, and resisted the blow.

The two people's true energy collided in the air, although they didn't try their best, there was still a circle of flying sand and rocks around them.

Zhuang Nanxi knew how sour the elder's face was and how unreasonable he was. If Cheng Qian suffered serious injuries this time, it might be fine, but he didn't buy it .

Zhuang Nanxi immediately cried out in his heart.

Sure enough, the Great Elder was counterattacked, and he became mad with anger. He smiled back in anger: "Good boy, let me see how crazy you are!"

He took a deep breath, and immediately didn't hold back, trying his best to show Cheng Qian his real color.

Zhuang Nanxi exclaimed, "Senior!"

Cheng Qian would give in for the rest of his life, but he didn't know what it meant to be "forced to give in". Frost Blade circled up with a "buzz", and the two of them once again clashed head-on.

This time, the real trick was played, and the monks around, including Zhuang Nanxi, all suffered disaster.

I saw that the ground shook violently, and a mile-square crack opened. The soft soil in the crack was filled with ice in an instant, and the originally thriving grass and leaves were like jasper all over the edge of frost.

The scorching heat that never goes in autumn in southern Xinjiang suddenly subsides, and it seems that an extreme northern ice sheet has been artificially opened up here.

Fortunately, Zhuang Nanxi was clever, seeing something was wrong, he had mobilized all the true energy in his body first.

However, if this is the case, his whole body still has a huge shock in his chest, and he can't lift his head under the pressure of the howling cold wind, as if he has encountered a natural disaster.

The Great Elder and Cheng Qian each retreated three or four feet away. Cheng Qian's face seemed to be whiter than the frost and snow on the ground, but the Great Elder was even more embarrassed. He suddenly bent down, covered his face with his sleeve, and coughed up blood. For a moment, it seemed that his temples had been covered with a layer of frost, but he was seriously injured!

The audience was silent, and everyone was shocked.

Before, Zhuang Nanxi only regarded Cheng Qian as a newcomer to Yuanshen. Even when he saw his sword moves are powerful, he only thought he was a swordsman... Who knows that he can be evenly matched with the Great Elder, and he seems to be slightly better!

What kind of state is this?

Cheng Qian's realm is far from as high as he imagined, and this time is completely equivalent to cheating.

Cheng Qian impulsively fought with the other party's true energy, and as soon as he came into contact with him, he knew that he was underestimated - a top power like the Great Elder was against him. The depth was unimaginable to Cheng Qian, just when he thought that he would not die this time but also be seriously injured, suddenly, an invisible force behind him took away a lot of the pressure of the great elder's true energy.

Cheng Qian was taken aback at first, and then, the back of his head lightened, and his long hair suddenly fell apart. Cheng Qian seemed to sense it, caught the broken white satin headband, and after a little inspection, he caught it. A little puppet charm that is about to dissipate.

It turned out that this thing carried a small half of his real energy for him and saved his life.

Cheng Qian secretly said that he was lucky, and rubbed the broken hairband with his fingertips. He knew who put it on for him without thinking carefully.

But immediately, he frowned again, and said in his heart: "No, once the spell is broken, there must be an induction there. Didn't I make him anxious again?"

Thinking of this, Cheng Qian suddenly felt a little impetuous again, thinking about how he could get out as soon as possible.

"Great Elder!" A few Xuanwu Hall monks rushed forward, scrambling up and down, scrambling to show courtesy, wanting to step forward to give him a hand, but they didn't expect to be flattered on the horse's leg this time.

The Great Elder shouted angrily: "Get out!"

He flicked his sleeves violently, and he couldn't distinguish the enemy from himself, and he slapped all his dog legs out.

The Great Elder hadn't had an opponent for many years, and he absolutely refused to believe that this brat would surpass him in cultivation, so he was furious for a while, and almost lost his temper.He thought to himself that his talent was already rare and outstanding in the world, and he had been cultivating hard for thousands of years. He had never slacked off for a day, and a little-known monk could shock him with a single palm?

That's impossible!

Unless this person has practiced some evil and heretical exercises!

The Great Elder shouted angrily: "Where did the devil come from? Do you think you can fish in troubled waters by hiding your blood?"

Seeing the sudden change in the direction of the wind, the short and fat monk who was hiding far away hurriedly took the opportunity to fan the flames and said, "I have long said that he is suspicious, Great Elder, and the Southern Border Demon Dragon must have something to do with him!"

Cheng Qian finally understood what it means to "crime if you want to commit a crime, there is nothing to worry about".

He was not a kind and reasonable person in the first place, and he was unwilling to offend Xuanwutang because of his sect, but at this moment, the anger that he could barely suppress finally rushed into his throat.

Cheng Qian sneered and said, "It's such a good thing that when the upper lip touches the lower lip, I don't know if the bastard with the long tail at the gate of your sect can tell whether he is black or white!"

The Great Elder shouted angrily: "Set up the formation! Take this man down and see how clever he is on the Suoxiantai!"

Immediately, people around shouted "Yes" in unison.

At some point in the periphery, Xuanwu Hall disciples in black robes had surrounded them tightly, a total of seven to seven forty-nine people, one-water primordial spirits, quasi-primordial spirits, and true essence intertwined with each other to form a net.

This "Da Tian Yan Formation" is the big formation at the bottom of the Xuanwu Hall. Looking at the world, apart from Xuanwu Hall, who can get together less than fifty such masters to use as pawns in the formation?

The 49 monks in black shouted in unison: "Go!"

There was a "buzz" in Cheng Qian's ear, and his chest seemed to be hit hard. Even though his body was made of Juling Jade, the meridians all over his body seemed to be crushed and exploded. Forced out with one brain, the two sides contended, this formation was not as tyrannical as the Heavenly Tribulation, but it was more ruthless than the Heavenly Tribulation.

Cheng Qian tried his best to be injured by the big array of true energy, and he used all his strength to activate the Frost Blade Sword. The fierce thing rolled into an invincible whirlwind in the air, knocking a hole in the true energy net on the big sky array. At the same time, Cheng Qianqiang Taking a deep breath, he had already bit his teeth and blood came out.

However, the Datianyan array is intertwined, but in an instant, the flow of true energy has quickly blocked the hole, but the frost blade is tightly entangled, as if a beast is tied up with its limbs and its sharp teeth. , No matter what, I can't earn it.

Cheng Qian grabbed the hilt of the sword suddenly, and swiped left and right, but he couldn't catch that ray of life.

The white satin headband that he secretly hid in his sleeve just now seemed to be psychic. Even though the puppet charm had been destroyed, he still devotedly exerted his last remnant of fresh energy, carefully following his wrist and dispersing it into the meridians, Like someone's mother-in-law, unyielding guardian.

For a moment, Cheng Qian suddenly remembered what happened when he was practicing swords with his senior brother when he was young.

The frost blade in his hand suddenly dropped, and in the last gap between being entangled by the big sky formation, a sword energy contained in the tip of the sword suddenly spit out, passed through the big net without any mistakes, and hit a big tree next to it After the branch trembled slightly, it suddenly grew wildly, producing large and small crystal clear ice flowers.

Withered trees come in spring.

The branches full of ice flowers swept out, and the two black-robed monks who were in the formation were thrown into the sky without checking, and a big hole was broken in the big sky formation from the outside to the inside, this time it really can't be repaired up.

The last move of the Fuyao wooden sword, the move of the dead wood in spring in Back to Basics, actually corresponds to a glimmer of life.

Help him break out at this time.

However, at this moment, Cheng Qian's waist suddenly felt cold, and he looked down almost in disbelief, only to see a small fingernail-sized lying on the place where his clothes were exposed by the Datianyan array just now. insect.

The Great Elder pinched a strange formula with both hands not far away, and was looking at him with a vicious smile.

Who would have known that the top elders beside the top powerful and majestic Four Sages would launch such a sneak attack with such ghostly tricks without any regard for face?

Weird numbness rose from the place where the insect was bitten, and quickly spread across his whole body. Cheng Qian seemed to be frozen, and fell down with the frost blade stiffly. Behind him, his eyes went dark——