Long Aotian is dead again

I, Long Aotian, those sword cultivators have brain problems, remember to stay away from them, this is my conclusion with my life, send me a roast chicken o(*////▽////* )q.

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"Card!"

"Congratulations!"

"You're done."

Pei Abei said loudly to Long Aotian who just got off the show, and there was a servant boy beside him holding a storage bag and handing it to Long Aotian.

Long Aotian took it, and cupped his hands to Pei Jue: "Thank you Director Pei for taking care of me these days."

Pei Jue said politely: "Where is it, you have also made my fairy repertoire."

Long Aotian smiled, and then he and Pei Jue flattered each other and went to Xianyan Pavilion.

The previous explosion was found to be man-made after Long Aotian's inspection.

And the person who did these things was the one who put on face for the three elders that day.

Long Aotian made some inquiries and found out that his name is Lin Jue, and he is the elder of Xianyan Pavilion Mu.

Long Aotian didn't want to make any mistakes during the filming of the fairy show, so he went to Lin Jue to settle the score when it was finished.

Long Aotian was originally on the site of Xianyan Pavilion, but the main pavilion is in the center of the entire site of Xianyan Pavilion.

Waiting for the night to fall, Long Aotian sneaked into Lin Jue's residence.

This is what he inquired about during the filming of Xianyan.

As soon as he slipped in, he heard a burst of heart-pounding panting.

"Xxxxxx"

"Xx"

"xxx"

"xxxx"

"..."

Long Aotian hid in the corner and shivered.

He just wanted revenge.

Seeing the situation on the bed intensified, Long Aotian finally couldn't bear it anymore, and a knife in his hand chopped the man who was kneeling on Lin Jue's body till he passed out.

Lin Jue was overwhelmed by the sudden change, and it was directly...

However, Lin Jue didn't care about other things, and tremblingly said: "You you... who are you?!"

Long Aotian pulled out a wicked smile: "I am Qin Feng."

Lin Jue: "!!!"

Long Aotian sneered: "Why, don't you want to kill me? I'm standing in front of you, do you dare to kill me?"

Lin Jue immediately knelt down towards Long Aotian, but the whole person was naked, with some red marks on his body, and...

Long Aotian couldn't help closing his eyes, his eyes were really hot.

Long Aotian didn't want to suffer that kind of torture again, he called out Jingzhe, raised his sword and dropped it, Lin Jue lost his breath immediately.

After Long Aotian killed Lin Jue, he quietly left Xianyan Pavilion and the Northern Territory.

……

three days later.

Long Aotian returned to the Eastern Region.

"stop!"

Long Aotian was surrounded by a group of men in black.

Long Aotian: "You... are Qin Shou's people?"

Although it is a question sentence, Long Aotian already has an affirmative answer in his heart.

then……

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Pia!"

"Wow--"

Long Aotian stopped.

Looking at a group of men in black buried in the soil, they continued on their way.

Long Aotian is going to Yijianzong.

One Sword Sect held the Sword Discussion Conference today.

Long Aotian wants to play.

Linglong listened to Long Aotian's thoughts, and said to Long Aotian contemptuously: "Are you bullying children?"

Long Aotian smiled and said: "How can an adult's business be called bullying? That's called supervision!"

Linglong: Very good, man, your shamelessness impresses me.

Linglong dived back again.

Long Aotian came to the gate of One Sword Sect.

The gate of One Sword Sect fits its name very well. It is a sword placed across two stone pillars to prop up a gate surrounded by barriers. Two disciples set up a table facing the row. The people in the long queue shouted: "Don't worry, take your time, the registration date is three days away!"

Long Aotian came earlier, and soon it was his turn. After registering, Long Aotian temporarily lived in Luoyunju.

Three days later.

The Sword Discussion Conference of Yijianzong was held.

The process is very simple, that is, the disciples of the sect will conduct one-on-one competitions with the registered monks, find their own shortcomings in the competition, and temper their swordsmanship.

Most of the world's evaluations of the members of One Sword Sect are "lunatics".

They can force themselves to death in order to practice sword intent, and they can also swing their swords from the palace in order to practice a sword technique, and they even regard their swords as their Taoist companions.

All in all, the disciples of Yijianzong have become crazy about swords.

This is also the purpose of Long Aotian's participation in the Sword Discussion Conference.

The disciples of Yijianzong who were in charge of the conference led the monks who signed up to the arena square of Yijianzong, and then some of them brought out a large box and signaled the monks who signed up to draw a number.

Long Aotian drew the fifth number.

At this moment, someone stood on the stage and explained: "You must have already drawn your numbers. The rules of this Sword Discussion Conference is that you will fight against the disciples who have drawn the same numbers."

"Next, please draw the first two to come on stage and prepare for the competition."

After speaking, he got off the ring.

Then a disciple who was dressed in red and whose cultivation base was the early stage of Nascent Soul stepped onto the ring and glanced at the monks on Long Aotian's side—the registered monks and the Yijianzong disciples were divided into two factions and stood separately.

On the side of the registered monk, a thinner figure also stepped onto the ring, but his posture was not as sharp as that of the red-clothed disciple. Long Aotian looked at his cultivation and found that he was only at the foundation-building stage.

Long Aotian originally thought that the thin man would show a timid look, or even directly admit defeat, but no, the thin man sacrificed his sword instead, and cupped his hands at the disciple in red: "Sanxiu, Bu Zhiming."

The disciple in red didn't look at Bu Zhiming with disdain because of the difference in cultivation between the two sides.

He replied with a salute: "Mei Bing, an inner disciple of One Sword Sect."

After speaking, he sacrificed his natal flying sword.

Bu Zhiming took the lead in attacking, and stabbing Mei Bing straightly with his sword hilt tightly.

Long Aotian frowned when he saw that Bu Zhiming's movements were not close. Such an attack would not work at all under the huge gap in cultivation.

Next, Long Aotian's idea was verified, and Mei Bing just blocked Bu Zhiming's attack by raising his sword.

However, the next scene surprised Long Aotian, when Bu Zhiming's sword touched Mei Bing, it instantly turned into countless sword shadows and stabbed towards Mei Bing.

Mei Bing resisted all the sword shadows effortlessly, but Bu Zhiming disappeared. Just when Mei Bing counteracted the last sword shadow, Bu Zhiming appeared from behind him, raised his sword and broke through Mei Bing's spiritual energy defense, piercing through Mei Bing's cassock.

While piercing Mei Bing's robe, Bu Zhiming was also thrown off the ring.

The people around applauded rather well, and they were obviously impressed by Bu Zhiming's clever move.

Bu Zhiming bowed his hands to Mei Bing who was standing on the ring, without the slightest regret of being defeated.

And Mei Bing also cupped her hands with a smile, and said "acceptance", and she didn't feel ashamed because she was pierced by Xiao Zhuji who was two steps weaker than her.

Looking at the two of them, Long Aotian was touched in his heart.

Time passed little by little, and soon it was Long Aotian's turn.

The host on the ring shouted loudly: "Please come to the stage to compete with the two who have drawn number five."

Long Aotian turned himself onto the ring.

And a disciple of Yijianzong came up with a man in black.

He is a true disciple.

Long Aotian saw the Taoist robe worn by the other party, and confirmed.

The audience in the audience was a little excited, especially the registered monks.

"God, it's actually Anyang real person!"

"Realist Anyang has an innate sword body, and he is equipped with the bone of the Nine Nether sword, and he also has Frost's Fall, one of the 24 divine swords. In this round, the real Anyang will definitely win."

People around were agreeing, and the occasional scattered voices optimistic about Long Aotian were also drowned out.

Listening to the whispers of the people around him, Long Aotian had a general understanding of the strength of the people opposite him.

Long Aotian cupped his hands: "Sans Xiu, Qin Feng."

The man in black: "One Sword Sect true disciple, Anyang."

Long Aotian sacrificed Jingzhe, and the people on the opposite side were a little surprised when they saw Long Aotian's saber: "It turned out to be Jingzhe?"

Long Aotian didn't respond, because he didn't know how to deal with it.

Seeing that Long Aotian didn't move, Anyang took the lead in attacking Long Aotian himself.

Anyang holds the frost in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the sky is full of ice crystal waste, flying straight to Long Aotian, Long Aotian quickly dodges, and in the process of dodging, stabs Anyang with his sword.

Anyang narrowly escaped.

Then a sword light with a biting chill swung towards Long Aotian.

Long Aotian didn't hide, but went up to meet him, just waved his sword, and the sword glow was canceled out, and the remaining sword glow attacked Mei Bing.

Mei Bing raised his sword to resist, but Mei Bing only cultivated as a god, even if Long Aotian suppressed his cultivation at the Nascent Soul stage, his strength should not be underestimated.

"boom."

Mei Bing was pushed back to the edge of the ring.

Looking at the disheveled Mei Bing, Long Aotian frowned slightly.

too weak.

There is no real power of Frost's Fall at all.

Long Aotian cherishes talent.

So he stepped forward and picked up the frost that fell on the ground.

With a wave of his hand, an ice curtain covering the sky and the sun was released, exuding a bit of cold air, and then it burst suddenly, and countless ice picks scattered, piercing the ring full of holes.

Mei Bing was dumbfounded.

Long Aotian stuffed Shuang Jiang back into Mei Bing's hand, and said to him: "You are too weak."

Then he remembered the rumor that Yijianzong regards the sword as a Taoist companion, so he jokingly said to Mei Bing: "Your wife is awesome."

Mei Bing:! ! !

Mei Bing raised her head immediately.

This is a humiliation to a sword cultivator!

Mei Bing lifted the sword, and burst out a sword light that did not match her strength.

Long Aotian was right in front of Mei Bing, unable to dodge for a while, and was hit by the sword glow...

Long Aotian: I was wrong, I shouldn't be cheap (???????).

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Long Aotian, died at the age of 62.

Obtained level: Death Possession, lv.26.