The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

When cultivators study Taoism and martial arts alone, they usually find a secluded place that is inaccessible and not easily disturbed among the mountains and rivers stretching across the sky.

From the side peaks that have been inhabited one after another, along the old path along the grassy path, walking a few miles into the deep mountains, there is a tall forest of ancient trees with cold smoke and cold trees, and no trace of people.

This place is located in Lingyuan, at the junction of Wenyuan and Huantian Three Peaks. It is the place where he practiced swords alone one after another, and it is also the place where he and Xue Songyu met by chance.

One after another in Lingyuan Peak, Xue Songyu was not welcomed by his peers, and Xue Songyu was also a marginal figure who was out of gregariousness in Wenyuan Peak.

These two solo travelers who were excluded from the same school, just got together to find opponents to learn from each other.

Although Daoist Juechen taught his second apprentice the sword skills, he was only allowed to learn them at will, without practicing hard.

But one after another, he practiced for several hours a day, and he never missed a day.

What Xue Songyu used was a silver gun, with wide open and close moves, without the gentleness and softness of a woman, but it complemented her temperament of a female bandit mountain king.

The long sword and the silver spear collided violently in mid-air, accompanied by the sound of gold and stone, dancing brilliantly.

The three-foot Qingfeng took advantage of the momentum and went straight down along the steel gun shaft, pulling out a stream of sparks, which slid to Qianqianyu's finger in an instant, and stopped suddenly when it was half an inch away.

The movements are smooth and flowing, free and easy.

The winner was already decided, Xue Songyu frowned slightly, smacked his lips, but he was also convinced and readily surrendered.

"Your sword moves are erratic, sharp and decisive, how did you practice it?"

Successive cultivation bases are slightly inferior to hers, but she has never won a sword fight between the two of them.

"Although I haven't been a Taoist for a long time, it has been a long time since I practiced sword. I can dance sword before I can walk."

One after another in the original world, there is a deep family background.

If he was in the mortal world, he would definitely rank among the top experts with his skills.He didn't use spiritual power but only swordsmanship, he could even put the sword on Qin Shi's neck.

It's a pity that they are in the Yantian Realm where they cultivate themselves.

The monks communicated with the heavens and the earth, and with the power of the true energy of the universe, they split mountains and filled the sea with one sword, split the wind and smashed rocks.

When the cultivation base is a few small realms behind, you may be able to leapfrog to win with exquisite skills.

It's a pity that in the face of absolute strength suppression, he is still a mediocre person with low cultivation, who has no high-level magic weapon but can't use it.

Xue Songyu squatted down, her thick black long braid dragged listlessly on the ground, like a fat snake with a drooping head, very cute.

She propped up her sharp chin with both hands, and sighed sadly.

"You don't need to be so anxious," one after another squatted down next to her, and said softly: "Compared with last month, your skills have improved a bit. There is still a long time before the big competition in the sect. It may not be necessary to train hard. Can't win."

Xue Songyu twitched her lips, and she readily accepted the other party's kind comfort, but the effect was minimal.

In the world of Yantian's comprehension, there are countless schools of Taoism, among which three sects, four sects and twelve sects are the largest, and Qiantian sect is one of them.

Every ten years, all sects of Xianmen will gather together for a comprehensive strength competition, swordsmanship, Taoism, alchemy refining... covering all the magical powers of the 72 roads of the Xianjia.

Only those sects that have demonstrated their strength at the Tianxuan Dharma Conference have the right to speak in the Yantian Realm.

All sects and sects attach great importance to this, and the disciples sent to participate in the Tianxuan Conference are naturally outstanding leaders in the sect.

Qian Tianzong's election method is a fair and just internal competition within the sect.

The top ten disciples in the same class can represent the sect in battle.

Xue Songyu dreamed of attending the Tianxuan Dharma Assembly.

Before she embarked on the journey of Taoism, she had a younger brother Xue Qiaozhi.Later, the two separated and were never heard from again.

She didn't even know if her younger brother Xue Qiaozhi was still alive in this world.

Blood is thicker than water, and family ties are hard to break. Even if you don't say it, you still have deep thoughts in your heart. I hope that Xue Qiaozhi will be lucky enough to enter the fairyland like her, and live somewhere in the summer.

Even after being separated for many years, she never gave up looking for her blood relatives.

There are many monks in the Tianxuan Dharma Association, maybe they can meet Xue Qiaozhi.Or she made a name for herself at the Fa Conference, and all the monks in Yan Tian knew about her, and Xue Qiaozhi could also hear about her.

It's just the reality dripping with blood, like the lofty mountains rising from the sky, standing in front of her unattainably, blocking the way mercilessly.

She is the same as Lianlian, her bones are mediocre, if she wants to win the Zongmen Grand Competition and represent the Zongmen to participate in the Tianxuan Conference, it will not be easier than ascending to the sky.

They tried to help each other one after another, but unfortunately they were powerless.

After resting enough, Xue Songyu stood up and began to compete with Lianlian again.

The two practiced from the scorching sun to the setting sun.When I regained my senses, the twilight gradually closed, and sparse stars had already risen in the sky.

Xue Songyu hurried back to Wenyuan Peak, and walked towards Lingyuan Peak one after another.

On the mountain path overgrown with wild grass, there is a thick layer of fallen leaves.

The rotten grass grows fireflies, and the remote mountains and ancient forests have a unique kind of quietness.

Humming out of tune one after another, the white boots with brocade pattern stepped on the soft rotten leaves, making the sound of rinsing.

Suddenly several clangs and crisp sounds came to the ears - the sound of swords and soldiers colliding.

There are many monks who practice diligently in Qian Tianzong, read at night by burning lamps, or practice swords under the moonlight. It is not surprising that fellow disciples are still practicing martial arts at this time.

He is also not curious which fellow is still practicing hard, only following his own path.

The sound of sword soldiers was getting closer and closer, even if he didn't care about it, he still couldn't avoid it coming into his ears clearly.

One after another, from the eager collision sound, a disorderly chaos can be heard.

Along with the long wind came, there was also a panicked human voice: "Senior brother Li, I have no grievances or enmities with you, why do you press every step of the way?"

It turned out that there was a dispute between two fellow students.And the person who spoke was obviously at a disadvantage.

I was a little worried one after another.

The two members of the same sect obviously chased each other while running, and ran towards him at high speed.

Will meet in a few breaths.

It must have been a bit embarrassing.Should he be an enthusiastic colleague and offer a few words of persuasion, or just ignore it and walk over?

What if the weaker side asks him for help?

A moment later, in the shadow of the trees under the moon, two figures came into view.

The three inevitably meet.

The monk who was driven into a desperate situation suddenly saw a fellow disciple, as if seeing a savior. In the panic, he didn't even see who the other party was, and ran towards him, shouting: "Brother, save me!"

I don't know each other one after another, and I don't know why he and the other person are fighting.

The other was so ruthless that he seemed to want to kill him.

In order to ask for help, the fellow had already run over and tried to hide behind him.

They were caught off guard one after another and were dragged into the water like this. Even if the reason was unknown, they had to be taken care of.

"This senior brother..." He raised his eyes and looked at the other person. He planned to say a few words, but first tried to dissuade him with words. After seeing the other person's appearance clearly, he was stunned for a moment.

People who practice Taoism have sharp eyesight, even if the night is dark and the moonlight is dim, they can see everything in front of them clearly like daytime.

The blood-smeared people on the opposite side gradually became acquainted, and the two had only clashed a few days ago.

That's Li Yi.

That day in the lecture hall where the master passed on the scriptures, Li Yi provoked him, and he became a domineering second-generation ancestor.

Like an enemy meeting, Li Yi's eyes were blood red, and he stared at him fiercely, with a distorted expression.

The mottled shadows of the leaves cast on the ferocious face, like a lonely ghost eating people in the wild forest.

Crap.Take a moment of silence for yourself.

There are only three of them here.

Not to mention helping, with Li Yi's Golden Core cultivation base, he might not be able to deal with him if he joins forces with his fellow disciples behind him.