The fairy is fierce

"Greetings, ancestor!"

As the glow between the two peaks lit up, the cultivators outside the sword platform were all agitated. Countless disciples of Luojian Mountain bowed their heads and saluted. Bao Xiangyang and others all showed some respect.

As the figure appeared, a strong aura that encompassed the entire sect pressed down on everyone present, and even all the noise of wind and rain disappeared without a trace.

The face of the Xiaoshan ancestor looked like a middle-aged man, wearing a cloth robe, with a sword hanging on his waist, no extra accessories, and his eyes were like a hawk in the sky, neither happy nor angry, but with a terrifying pressure.

This suppression force comes from a strong soul, which cannot be seen or touched, but it makes ordinary people even stand firm. It is a luxury, just like when Zuo Lingquan first met the Shangguan ancestor in Qihuang Valley.

However, Zuo Lingquan had been looked down upon by the Shangguan Patriarch too many times, so he did not feel anything about this chilling pressure, and even looked at him calmly. His expression was probably the most relaxed one except for the old Taoist priest in the Lotus Crown.

The Xiaoshan Patriarch floated on the Panlong Wall, looking at the young man in white robes below, and did not speak at the first time.

To be able to sit in the seat of a sect as an ancestor, he had already understood the rules of the mountaintop. People who did not know themselves could not reach this step at all.

Just now, the Xiaoshan Patriarch saw Zuo Lingquan's sword, and he could not recognize which family's "Sword One" it was, but he could see that Zuo Lingquan was only at the peak of Youhuang, and even the five elements of gold had not been perfected, which was considered to be the fourth and a half level of Youhuang.

In this case, the "Sword One" he displayed was still so powerful, exceeding the average of the peak sword cultivators of Youhuang, which means that this boy not only knows Sword One, but also touches something that only some peak sword cultivators can touch.

Patriarch Xiaoshan has come this far, and his talent is definitely one of the top few, but it still took him a lot of effort to comprehend his ancestor's "Sword One". Facing the thousands of miles of dangerous peaks behind the mountain top, he is currently in the stage of exploring the way, and even the direction is not determined.

The kid below can find this step, and Patriarch Xiaoshan is 100% sure that he is the direct descendant of a sword master. He is most likely to be defeated by someone who can teach such a disciple.

If he kills this kid on the spot, the other master will come to kill him, and Luojianshan will be expelled; if he doesn't kill him, this kid will come a hundred years later, and Luojianshan may still be expelled, because the other party has this talent.

For a sect waste who makes trouble blindly, he has fought to this extent. From the perspective of the interests of the sect, it is difficult to persuade the damned ghost with good words, which is more suicidal than the previous ancestor challenging the old sword god.

Therefore, the Xiaoshan Patriarch did not speak angrily, but said to everyone:

"I just heard from my disciple about the cause of today's incident. Luojian Mountain has been adhering to the righteous path for thousands of years, and many Taoist friends have witnessed its actions. However, no matter how big the sect is, it is inevitable that there will be a few bad people. Juejian Cliff and the Taoist ancestral temple are not immune. It is not terrible to make mistakes, but we must know and correct them. Han Song!"

Under the Panlong Wall, Han Song quickly knelt on his knees and bowed his hands and said:

"My disciple is not good at educating his children, and he should not have selfish intentions. I will clean up the mess and go to Hanzhi Peak to face the wall and reflect on my mistakes."

When everyone heard this, they nodded slightly, thinking that the head ancestor was still sensible.

"Killing loyal guards in order to survive is an act of evil and heresy. Death is not a pity. Those who protect them are equally guilty. Even if they are my direct descendants, I will not be partial to them."

After saying this, Patriarch Xiaoshan changed the subject:

"But things are one thing. When there are scums in the sect, it is natural for us to clean up the sect ourselves, but others have no right to make comments."

Patriarch Xiaoshan looked at the white-robed swordsman below:

"Especially since you relied on your cultivation to hide your incompetence in the market and did not reveal your identity, which made the younger generation misjudge Is it reasonable to kill people with murderous intentions and then find excuses to kill people? "

Zuo Lingquan said calmly: "Drawing a sword against someone is always a matter of life and death. I don't know this. It's because the sect didn't teach me well. No wonder others didn't hold back. Besides, if I didn't have this level of cultivation and was just stubborn, wouldn't I have died in Duobao Pond and the women around me were bullied?"

Everyone nodded slightly when they heard this. No matter how rubbish a sect is, they know not to provoke it if they don't know the details. I drew my sword first and wanted to kill people. Can I blame the other party for being high in Taoism? If the Taoism was low, wouldn't the White Robe Sword Immortal have confessed?

"Luojian Mountain has indeed taught its disciples in an unruly way, and has cleared its doors. Luojian Mountain will not make a single word of excuse for them."

Ancestor Xiaoshan's voice was slightly deep: "But as a senior of a high realm, the junior has already reported his family, and has not made a big mistake. Shouldn't you give him a little punishment and discipline, and give him a chance to reform? Killing him without saying a word, isn't it a bit excessive?"

This time, many cultivators looked at each other, and their opinions diverged.

The Taoism displayed by the White Robe Sword Immortal must be close to that of the Jade Level Immortal Venerable. This Taoism is the core teacher in any sect.

If we follow the concept of "teaching people to be good" in the right way, teachers should be kind to their juniors. Even if they are not acquainted with the juniors of other families, they should discipline them if they are unhappy, or beat the other master, and beat the juniors to death, which is too magnanimous and also lowers their status.

But this is just a matter of knowing each other. If a little scoundrel comes to make trouble and draws his sword with murderous intent and offends several times, shouldn't he be beaten to death?

Generally speaking, the White Robe Sword Immortal's behavior is justified, but it also means that the old bullies the young and the big bullies the small.

However, if Zuo Lingquan is really a fairy elder who is hundreds of years old, it does mean that the big bullies the small, but Han Chupeng is a generation older than his father!

Han Chupeng is a junior, so he must be a baby, right?

Outside the sword stage, Tang Jingyan, Xie Qiutao, and even Zhao Wuxie on the other side all have very strange eyes.

Zuo Lingquan did not explain this question, but said:

"What do you want?"

It is very offensive to not address the Immortal Clan's ancestors as "Immortal Master" or "Immortal Venerable".

But everyone present was used to it, and it was really rare for this white-robed sword immortal to use a respectful title.

Ancestor Xiaoshan was somewhat displeased, but he did not get angry, and just said:

"What you are asking for on this trip is reasonable, and the gate has been cleared. But it is also true that you ignored Luojian Mountain and killed the juniors. I will not argue with the juniors, but you should at least pay a tribute to the Sword Gate. Do you think so?"

To put it bluntly, it is to admit your mistakes and apologize to each other, and today's matter will be over.

This solution is fine in the eyes of all cultivators, but they still look at the white-robed swordsman, thinking that this stubborn sword immortal will not bow to Luojian Mountain.

The facts are indeed true.

Zuo Lingquan is absolutely right, and he deserves Luojian Mountain. He did not kill Song Qianji just now, and even held back. What is he apologizing for?

"What if I don't?"

"Oh..."

Even though it was expected, this remark still caused a commotion.

Bao Xiangyang put his hands behind his back and shook his head:

"The ancestor has come out, at least give him a way out. This sword immortal is really... really domineering, but he has to be defeated..."

Others had the same idea.

In fact, the ancestor Xiaoshan also expected that this young man would not give in, and nodded slightly:

"I admit that I, Luo Jianshan, will not force you to apologize, but it is true that Luo Jianshan was offended. The swordsman speaks with the sword, and the matter started with Han Song's nephew. You fight with Han Song. If you win, Luo Jianshan will not ask a word. If you lose, you apologize for this matter. How about it?"

The onlookers all nodded and thought this method was good.

Fighting is the most common way for the Sword Sect to resolve conflicts. They bet against each other and are willing to accept the loss. It is not shameful to spread it out.

Several high-level figures even understood why the ancestor Xiaoshan asked Han Song to go up instead of the sword-wielding elder who was responsible for fighting.

Patriarch Xiaoshan wanted a way out. If the other party didn't admit his mistake, Luo Jianshan would just let it go. He couldn't save face. A fight between the two sides would settle the matter regardless of winning or losing.

The sword-wielding elder went up, his realm was higher than Zuo Lingquan, and relying on the domineering power of "Sword One", he could kill with one blow if nothing unexpected happened; Zuo Lingquan also had "Sword One", and if he fought head-on, he would also have a high probability of replacing Song Changqi, who could only attack but not receive. The result could only be a pair of deaths, or one death and one serious injury. It was a fight of red eyes, and there was no winner at all.

Even if Patriarch Xiaoshan could pull the two apart, he couldn't guarantee that there would be no mistakes. If the foundation of either party was damaged, there would be endless troubles.

Han Song was the elder of Danqi, and Patriarch Xiaoshan was watching him, so he didn't worry about hitting Zuo Lingquan; even if Han Song was defeated and accidentally injured by Zuo Lingquan, it would not affect Han Song's handling of the sect's affairs.

Zuo Lingquan had no objection to this proposal, and retreated to the other side of the sword platform:

"After this battle, this matter will be written off."

"Okay."

After a while.

Han Song, wearing a brocade robe, walked slowly onto the sword platform with a slightly gloomy expression.

Han Chupeng was expelled from the family, even if it was his own fault, how could Han Song, as the eldest uncle, not be angry at all?

But those who can get to this point have long looked down on life and death. If a son is gone, he can be reborn, not to mention a nephew, who lives to more than seventy years old, which is also a happy death. Everything is based on the sect and his own future.

Han Song's cultivation in the early stage of the Youjing realm, after learning the exact realm of the other party from the ancestor, he did not lack confidence.

But the deterrent power of 'Jian Yi' is too great. He is invincible in the same realm. If he crosses the border, even if he can't kill him instantly with a sword, he may be seriously injured if he can't dodge.

But fortunately, Han Song understands Jian Yi's doorway

So in this battle, Han Song is not afraid.

Han Song stood on the sword platform. Although he was a Jade-level Immortal, he still did not put on airs. He stretched out his right hand, and a green light condensed in his palm, gradually turning into a crystal sword, pointing diagonally to the ground.

Drawing out his natal sword in advance shows his seriousness.

On the opposite side of the sword platform, Zuo Lingquan, who was wearing a white robe, still did not react much. He just put his hand on the hilt of the Xuanming Sword and made a "sword-drawing" sword stand.

The people below the stage saw this scene and were a little confused, but did not dare to speak.

The ancestor Xiaoshan above saw Zuo Lingquan's realm and said:

"Facing Han Song, you still don't draw your sword. You are too arrogant."

This "sword" naturally refers to the natal sword.

The difference between the natal sword and the saber is that the saber is an external object, while the natal sword is a part of the body. The difference in control, perception, feedback, etc. is like touching something with a finger and touching something with a stick.

People can use a stick to perfection, but there is always a gap compared to fingers, and it takes more effort. This gap is the difference between life and death for a swordsman.

Han Song's realm is superior, and his natal sword is a top-grade magic weapon. His opponent didn't even take out his natal sword, which was really arrogant.

But the "first wife" was too tight, and Zuo Lingquan couldn't tell outsiders about not letting him pull it out.

Moreover, Zuo Lingquan didn't want to use his natal sword. He held the hilt and said calmly:

"No need."

"Wow..."

Many monks made some noise, but they were used to Zuo Lingquan's extremely sarcastic tone. Now they just wanted to see if the "Sword One" of this white-robed sword fairy could beat Han Song.

Seeing that the battle was about to begin, Bao Xiangyang in the corridor shook his head and said:

"This battle is very uncertain."

The Yahe couple were not swordsmen, but they had seen many top swordsmen. Yahe said:

"If you don't take out your natal sword, even if you take out your immortal sword, judging from the speed just now, your chances of winning against Han Song are less than 30%."

"Yes, his talent and skills are amazing, but from the weather point of view, if he is not at the Jade level, there is a gap in realm. It will be difficult for 'Sword One' to suppress Han Song..."

…

Others had similar ideas. The old Taoist in Shiting made a more direct assessment:

"If you don't draw your natal sword, you will lose this battle. If you do, it will be a three-seven situation. The difference between one level and one realm..."

Before the old Taoist finished speaking, his pupils shrank and he took a step forward! ——

Outside the Shuju Peak, thousands of people stood in silence, staring at the two tiny figures hundreds of feet away.

The cold sword intent was rising steadily, spreading out from the sword platform, gradually making the low-level monks' chests feel tight, and they instinctively retreated.

Han Song held the blade of his sword and pointed it diagonally at the ground. After a while, he raised his natal sword. The vertical sword finger of his left hand was pressing the blade of the sword. His feet were ready to attack. This was already the most perfect posture to defend against the enemy. He was both offensive and defensive, staring at the distance. White-robed swordsman.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes showed seriousness for the first time in so many days. He was so serious that he didn't have any distracting thoughts. He also stared at Han Song.

The purpose of spreading the sword intention before drawing the sword is to disturb the opponent's mind and find flaws.

Zuo Lingquan couldn't control the power of the soul, and he knew that if he moved, the opponent would be able to deal with it in advance, so he had to use the God-killing Sword Intent to intimidate the opponent and distract him so that he could find the opportunity to use the sword.

But Han Song is still a jade-level person. He was born in the Sword Sect. It can be said that he grew up in the ring. He has long been accustomed to this kind of game.

As his name suggests, Han Song's body is as motionless as a pine tree, and his breath is even to the extreme. His powerful spirit even interferes with Zuo Lingquan in reverse.

Zuo Lingquan couldn't control the power of the soul, but the strength of the soul was not weak. He was not frightened by the other party, but he still felt a little restless.

After a long confrontation, Zuo Lingquan lost without using his sword.

Knowing that he could not suppress the opponent, Zuo Lingquan thought, and the Xuanming Sword at his waist had already left its scabbard.

rustle

Almost no one could see clearly how Zuo Lingquan drew his sword, and the same was true for Han Song.

But Han Song relied on the power of his soul to lock Zuo Lingquan's whole body, and he had already taken action the moment the soul wave spread towards his arm.

When outsiders went to the sword platform, Han Song took the initiative and turned into a cyan phantom and went directly to the center of the sword platform.

At this time, just like last time, the swordsman in white robe turned into a bright sword light and rushed towards his opponent.

Although most monks can't see the difference, the experts on the mountain can see it clearly.

When swordsmen fight, one step can mean the difference between life and death.

The ancestor of Xiaoshan, who was hanging in the air, showed a bit of contempt in his eyes when he saw this scene, knowing that Zuo Lingquan was destined to lose.

Han Song rushed out preemptively and already knew the timing and direction of Zuo Lingquan's sword, which was pointing at his right chest. After rushing a few steps in advance, the opponent can take action. If he can't prevent it, then damn it.

As for whether the opponent will feint a shot, Han Song is not worried at all, because the opponent cannot cover up the fluctuations in his soul, and will show signs in advance of anything he does, so he is not afraid of unexpected situations.

In an instant.

The white-robed swordsman pushed the simple sword, which turned into a bright sword light and attacked Han Song. The sword energy was like an ink dragon, and it pointed at Han Song's heart.

Han Song moved his body to the side in advance, and the sharp blade in his hand was pointed at the side of Zuo Lingquan's sword. While forcibly deflecting the sword, it stabbed Zuo Lingquan's right chest.

The sword was so strong and swift that it was impossible to turn. Even if it could be forced to deflect a little, it would at most open a blood groove in Han Song's chest and would not be fatal at all.

It can be said that the outcome was already decided before the two of them took action. Even if it was just one level difference, the suppression power of the Jade Step against the half-step Jade Step was so strong that no one could think of any chance of a backhand.

The ancestor of Xiaoshan even began to analyze the situation. Han Song did not kill Han Song directly from above. The white-robed swordsman could not kill Han Song, so there was no need to take action...

Even Han Song had some distracting thoughts in his mind, thinking about how to make the other party bad-mouthed later to relieve the anger in his heart.

But as soon as Han Song's distracting thoughts arose, they immediately turned into shock.

Because something unexpected happened!

And it makes people think hard, no one expected such an accident.

When Han Song was concentrating, he suddenly discovered that after the opponent realized that he could not stab him, his body was experiencing violent soul fluctuations.

This kind of fluctuation is very strange, as if the soul is torn apart in an instant and the other arm is torn out from the arm.

A person only has two arms, and if he tears his soul to pieces, he has two arms. If a third arm appears, he is a monster, and the body cannot do it.

But Han Song clearly felt that there were two right arms holding two swords and stabbing him, and the other one was pointing at his chest!

Han Song confirmed that Zuo Lingquan only had one right arm and one sword, so he couldn't figure out how the opponent used the sword, and he was even wary of the sword on Zuo Lingquan's waist.

And soon, the next move of the abnormal soul fluctuation came.

The white-robed swordsman was already close, and his simple sword came with a sharp edge that could pierce through everything in the world. However, Han Song's sword hit the side and deflected outward.

Han Song pushed the Xuan Ming Sword, which was condensed with vast sword energy, past him and avoided the "Sword One" move. But halfway through the push, something incomprehensible happened.

Han Song was connected to the sword. First, he felt that the tip of the sword was empty, and the simple sword seemed to disappear out of thin air.

But the Xuan Ming Sword, carrying a powerful sword energy, was still stabbing forward in the field of vision, and the sword energy had not dissipated, because this sword was originally real.

When Han Song was at a loss, he noticed that the arm of the white-clothed swordsman in front of him felt blurry. Another equally sharp sword force appeared out of thin air, pointing at his right chest with an invincible force, and it was already in front of him.

What the fuck? !

Han Song's whole body was numb. He had seen too many people on the mountain in his life, but he had never seen this scene before.

Han Song knew that the opponent had fired two swords, but with the naked eye, the two sword shadows were almost indistinguishable. When he pushed away the first sword, the second sword had already reached his chest; if he hadn't noticed the fluctuation of the soul and the sword in advance, The sharp touch will definitely make you think that the first sword is forked.

Ancestor Xiaoshan in the sky was filled with astonishment. He could see all the details clearly, but he still couldn't believe it.

'Sword One' means putting all your efforts into what you have learned. If you have any remaining strength, you can't count it as 'Sword One'. If you cannot improve your own 'Sword One'' killing power, you can only start from other aspects. The easiest one to think of is naturally 'One sword is not enough, then use another sword'.

Ancestor Xiaoshan also tried it before, and after discovering that the distance could not be shortened to the limit, he gave up this path. He never expected that there would be a fool in the world who would do this, and he could actually practice it!

Although it is still possible to tell that there are two swords, it is meaningless to distinguish them. The distance between the first sword and the second sword is so short that it can be ignored. Han Song can draw the sword, but Han Song is not that capable of returning to defense again, which is equivalent to a sure kill. skills.

Killing with one sword is the core of "Sword One". Even if you know all the details and all the ways out, your body limit still determines that you cannot avoid it. This is the essence of "Sword One", and this sword is obviously more powerful than the same sword. The 'Sword One' that can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword is even stronger!

The surprise in the eyes of ancestor Xiaoshan was undisguised. He never expected that today, on this occasion, he could see the most brilliant glory of the pinnacle of swordsmanship from the hands of an unknown young junior.

Although in a hostile state, as a swordsman, ancestor Xiaoshan still felt a sense of honor deep in his heart.

Because only the swordsman on the top of the mountain understands the difficulty of this sword.

Not to mention enlightenment, even if you see it, you can say that you have no regrets in this life!

The only pity is that the only person present who can understand the style of this sword is Xiaoshan Ancestor.

The old Taoist in the stone pavilion did not practice swordsmanship, so his eyes showed surprise and confusion.

And the rest of the living beings are just foils under this sword light!

In the eyes of countless onlookers, the scene was no different from the one against Song Qianji.

First, Han Song's sword light flashed, and then the white-robed swordsman turned into a sword light and passed through the Baizhang sword platform.

call out

The sound of the sword was like the roar of a dragon in the sea, but this time there was a little more noise than last time, and it was not so clear.

When everyone saw the figures on the stage clearly again, the scene was exactly the same.

The white-robed swordsman stood in front of the Panlong Wall, looking up at the ancestor of Xiaoshan above. The ancient sword in his hand was slowly put into the scabbard, without any dust on his body.

Click~click

The sword is sheathed.

Han Song, like Song Qianji, stood in the center of the podium with a sword hole in his chest.

Han Song's face was not even horrified and shocked, but full of confusion. He looked down at the sword hole in his chest, as if he was wondering how the sword hole appeared. ! !

Everyone's eyes were dull. They might have guessed that Han Song would lose, but they didn't guess that Han Song's method of defeat was no different from Song Qianji's. They both killed him instantly with one sword.

In their impression, "Jian Yi" shouldn't be so domineering. This goes against common sense.

And beyond thousands of mountains and rivers, there is a white pond with sword energy rising into the sky.

The white-haired old man held the fishing rod and looked at the water below, his eyes calm but focused.

Behind the old man, four men in different costumes were standing or sitting, talking to each other:

"What a fast sword!"

"Who is this guy? I've never heard of him before."

"Ancestor, what do you think of this boy?"

The old fishing man didn’t have much expression, he just commented casually:

"Before entering the world of mortals, he has become a saint. His appearance surpasses that of a heavenly being, yet he is close to a demon. Not bad."

"Is this okay?! Then the rest of us..."

"You are trash."

"Forehead……"

Having said that.

Outside the Sword Gate of Shuju Peak, there was silence for a long time before a roar erupted. Some were shocked and some were amazed. The noisy words resounded throughout Luojian Mountain, and sounded like locusts passing by in the distance.

Han Song didn't know whether his heart was injured or not, but Jian Xin must have been injured. He was stunned on the spot and never recovered. It wasn't until his junior brother came over to treat the injury that he remained dazed and was helped down.

Because Zhao Wuxie didn't see the details clearly, he felt the same as the first time, but there was no difference. He just continued to feel sad.

People who had nothing to do with the swordsman reacted only with amazement.

Female Xiu Yahe had nothing to say and just whispered:

"This Sword Immortal is too... My husband, why don't you go say hello? There are a few single girls in Yuefu. Although they are high-ranking, their appearance is known to everyone in Huajunzhou. They are just bed warmers and quilts." Concubine, I shouldn’t refuse.”

Bo Yezi shook his head: "Such an ancient swordsman prodigy must be indifferent and love swords as much as he loves swords. How can he be interested in a beauty? Don't ask for trouble."

Bao Xiangyang originally wanted to say that there were two girls around the sword immortal, but he was not from Qianqiu Yuefu, so he asked Qianqiu Yuefu to use a beauty trap to lure the sword immortal away, and then beat him back to the Eight-Armed Xuanmen. He committed suicide in front of him to apologize, so he just said:

"I don't even dare to think about the future of such a genius. If he is so strong, he will definitely have a place in the future Ten Immortals. I don't know which ancestor is so lucky and got such a big advantage..."

…

As today's backdrop, everyone in Luojian Mountain was speechless.

The ancestor of Xiaoshan fell from the sky at some point and stood on the steps in front of the Panlong Wall.

This is the way of spiritual practice. If you have the corresponding strength, you are qualified to speak as an equal. Seniority is not given by the ancestors, but is created by yourself.

Ancestor Xiaoshan was much better than Zuo Lingquan, but he saw the potential of the other person, and his eyes changed from looking at the junior to a fellow Taoist who was only a little lower than him. This was not appreciation or respect, but this was how it should be.

"My little friend's swordsmanship is worthy of the four words 'reaching the pinnacle'. Today's matter is settled here and will never be mentioned again in the future. In addition, my little friend has become famous in Luojian Mountain, so we don't know each other even if we don't know each other. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will contact you at any time." You can come to Luojian Mountain as a guest.”

Ancestor Xiaoshan spoke loudly, suppressing the din of the crowd.

The tens of thousands of casual cultivators who had watched the shocking drama all nodded with smiles. The end of this incident was considered a perfect ending.

Talking about truth on the sword platform, the white-robed swordsman talks about winning, accomplishing the goal, and gaining honor and face.

Luo Jianshan gave up quickly, and the damned person died. Although he suffered a little loss, it was an honor for such a big swordsman to become famous at his doorstep, even if he was the backdrop. Maybe he would still boast about Zuo Jian like this in the future. The reputation of the immortal in Luojian Mountain is so great that there are many swordsmen in the world. Don’t you think about why Zuo Jianxian singled out me in Luojian Mountain?

As for the settlement of accounts after the fall, as long as Luo Jianshan is in his right mind, it is impossible for Luo Jianshan to settle accounts with the future swordsman because of a loser who has corrupted the family tradition and made enemies for no reason.

Anyway, that's the end of it.

In the eyes of everyone, no matter how ruthless the white-robed swordsman was, he should just give up and leave gracefully. The monks who were watching were all ready to cheer and bid him farewell.

but……

On the sword platform, Zuo Lingquan's expression became more modest. After entering Luojian Mountain, he bowed his hands for the first time and said:

"This matter is indeed settled, but I have another matter that needs an explanation."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

The smiling Ancestor Xiaoshan turned dark; the elder behind him had a stiff expression.

Bao Xiangyang in the distance directly spread his hands:

"What is this? When Yuan Xiaoshan, the ancestor of Xiaoshan, is he really an ape who can only bark on the mountain?"?

Ancestor Xiaoshan heard these words!

Ancestor Xiaoshan just glanced at the verandah. Bao Xiangyang groaned and quickly bowed:

"The junior has offended, the senior will forgive me."

Ancestor Xiaoshan turned his eyes back, still looking calm and gentle, and said warmly:

"What else do you want to say, little friend? If there are any old grudges, they should have been brought up just now."

Zuo Lingquan said in a plain voice that everyone could hear:

"I was born in Dongzhou. A few days ago, I heard that Luojian Mountain announced to the outside world that 'the swordsmanship in Dongzhou is all heretical'..."

"Oh? Oh! Oh!!..."

Before he could even finish his words, the monks surrounding him were already agitating like thunder.

The few monks who came from Dongzhou went crazy. After being shocked for a while, they began to beat their chests and scream on the spot. Although it is not appropriate to describe it, they were as happy as a baboon!

Zuo Lingquan's words were interrupted and he continued:

"I have a little interest in swordsmanship. After hearing this, I felt itchy and came here to ask about swordsmanship at Luojian Mountain..."

"...?"

The whole city fell silent again, looking at the gentle and elegant white-robed swordsman in shock.

Asking for a sword?

How many do you ask?

Song Qianji and Han Song have been carried down, and the ancestor is standing on the ground. You still ask about the sword?

Who are you going to ask?

Ancestor Xiaoshan was stunned.

It's not that he's angry. After all, it was his apprentice who said the words. It's natural for people to come to ask questions politely.

But according to the rules, Wenjian must play three games!

Han Song is lying down, and the talent of Falling Sword Mountain has withered. There are only four elders left who can play, plus one leader, and three more will be disabled. In the next few years, the ancestor of Xiaoshan will probably have to show his face to fight with The juniors are talking about business and contacting sects for friendship.

But as a sword sect, if people come to the house to learn swordsmanship and can't find anyone to join the battle, even if the brand is destroyed, as long as Luo Jian Mountain is there in the future, some people will make fun of it.

The ancestor of Xiaoshan stood with his hands behind his back, and it was difficult to respond for a while.

Zuo Lingquan was not being aggressive, but Luo Jianshan was taunting Yizhou monks to increase his reputation. He should have known that there would be a dilemma one day.

He was scolded for saying that Dongzhou swordsmanship was all heretical, so he needed to use the most upright way to make Luo Jianshan understand what "the sky is high and the earth is high".

If you feel that losing the battle is nothing more than admitting that "Dongzhou swordsmanship is not a heresy," then you will accept it?

"Take it!"

"Send someone to the stage. People from other circles come to ask about the sword. Is it possible that Luojian Mountain doesn't like it?"

"Yeah yeah……"

…

The few monks who came from Yuyaozhou were as crazy as they were, and they were not afraid of being beaten to death. They tried their best to fan the flames, which was considered a bad breath.

Ancestor Xiaoshan knew that he would not be able to overcome this obstacle today, so he had no good solution, so he could only say:

"My apprentice doesn't know the heights of the world, and what he said is indeed inappropriate. It's natural for me to ask about the sword. I have already fought twice, and there is no need to prove my strength. This third game will determine the outcome. Who do you want to ask? Asking for a sword?”

When you come to ask for swordsmanship, you meet the door god in the first two games, and you see the real Buddha in the last game. Normally, the sword-wielding elder and the head Qingkui will appear.

What the ancestor of Xiaoshan meant by this was to let Zuo Lingquan choose an elder to vent his anger on, and the matter would be over. If he really picked the sword-wielding elder, it would be Zuo Lingquan's own thrill. No wonder Luojian Mountain deliberately arranged for people to hold strong swords. Bullying.

Everyone knew that the last scene was just a show. Luo Jianshan had already given up and there was nothing to watch. However, they still wanted to watch the terrifying scene of the White-robed Sword Immortal killing instantly with one sword. Their eyes were focused on the eyes of the White-robed Sword Immortal. .

But the look in the white-robed swordsman's eyes is... very scary!

First I looked left, then right, and then I landed in the middle...

Bao Xiangyang's eyes widened and he couldn't help but raise his hand and said:

"Eh? Eh? Eh?! Sword Immortal, you...my mother..."

A slap on the forehead!

The rest of the people had similar reactions. The old Taoists all flicked their lotus crowns and looked like they had learned a lot today.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young swordsman dressed in white as snow glanced at the Panlong Wall and then fell on the ancestor of Xiaoshan, who was dressed in cloth.

The left hand of the white-robed swordsman moved from the simple long sword to another long sword with a green sheath. His voice was calm, but it had never made people so frightened:

"I have a sword. I have never shown it to anyone after I mastered it. I don't know how lethal it is. Senior Xiaoshan is here today, so you can master it. If there are any shortcomings, please let me know."

"..."

The whole place was silent.

The ancestors of Xiaoshan are all numb!

The ancestor of Xiaoshan stood with his hands behind his hands. The ancestor at the top of the mountain was in a state of mind, and he could not suppress the expression on his face that he was hesitant to say.

Do you still have a sword?

Two swords have been fired. The second sword can look down on the top of the mountain and shock my jaw. What is the third sword?

Are you ready to open the way to immortality?

Are you still letting me control you? I think you want to scratch my butt with your sword to open my eyes!

And what's going on with this sword?

The one just now looked like an immortal weapon, but this one could be the Heavenly Official Divine Sword?

Then what is your natal sword? Excalibur Sun?

Ancestor Xiaoshan complained for a moment, but then felt that it was not impossible.

This kid has a mysterious background and terrifying talent. He doesn't even know how many other things are hidden in his crotch. He can't even tell if he takes out the Excalibur Sun.

As for discussing swords?

The ancestor of Xiaoshan didn't say that his realm was too high, and it would be embarrassing to take action. If this kid comes up with something weird again, give him a try, and things will be big.

If it was weirder than the sword strike just now, his golden body might be injured if he accidentally struck it.

The talent in Luojian Mountain has withered away, and it is only supported by the ancestor of Xiaoshan. If he is injured, the wolves outside will smell it, and there is no way to engage in this kind of fight of will.

But it’s okay not to accept it. You can’t say, “Are you worthy?”

With this kid's violent temper, he will definitely beat up all the elders before coming back to him.

Ancestor Xiaoshan struggled for a long time and could only smile bitterly:

"You are brave, little friend. However, there is a hierarchy in spiritual practice. If you don't want to reveal your master's background, I can only blame you for treating you as a senior. It's okay to give you advice, so I don't need to take action."

Zuo Lingquan held the blue sword and turned to look at the sword-wielding elder behind him:

"I have never shown this sword to anyone, so I don't know its killing power. Elder Song can best teach me, but I can't fully control it. If I accidentally hurt my life, I hope Senior Xiaoshan won't blame me."

"..."

Look at what he said. It's so polite. It's definitely not a threat.

The whole audience looked at everyone in Luojian Mountain with strange expressions.

The sword-wielding elder was crying loudly. He was so shocked when faced with the second sword that he was stunned. He still hasn't recovered yet. He even took the third sword with a hammer. He had no fighting spirit in his heart and his face was even uglier than the ancestor of Xiaoshan.

How could the ancestor of Xiaoshan let the disciple who was carrying the main beam run to test the opponent's sword speed? Seeing that Zuo Lingquan specially picked the pillars of the sect to name, he remained silent for a while, but still compromised:

"The purpose of discussing swords is to ask each other for advice, but the sight of blood will damage the harmony. Since Changqi has little chance of winning, there is no need to engage in meaningless arguments. This time when asking about swords, Luo Jianshan admits defeat. Yizhou Kendo does not dare to draw conclusions, but Your swordsmanship is indeed superior to Luo Jianshan’s.”

Having said these words, the ancestor of Xiaoshan is not unwilling. The sword sect speaks with the sword. The swordsmanship demonstrated by the other party can defeat all the swordsmen in Jianshan with the second sword. The previous ancestor and the founder of the mountain may be able to compete with each other. The ancestor of Xiaoshan is indeed No, what is this if not superiority?

Hearing that Luojian Mountain surrendered without a fight, the monks in Yuyaozhou turned into happy baboons again, shouting "Ouch~".

The monk Hua Junzhou didn't feel unwilling to give in, because this sword immortal was so terrifying. They were convinced, but they were a little regretful that they didn't see the elegance of the 'Third Sword'.

After Zuo Lingquan achieved his goal, he naturally said no more, released his hand from his wife, and pressed the hilt of the Xuanming Sword:

"Admit it and say goodbye."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the sword platform.

"Sword Immortal, walk slowly!"

"Congratulations to the Sword Immortal..."

The monks at the foot of Shujuan Peak were respectful and eager. They made way to the left and right, and all greeted them respectfully. Until the white-robed swordsman walked to the edge of the crowd, rose up against the wind, passed through the sect-protecting formation, and disappeared into the sky. of autumn rain.

Ancestor Xiaoshan stood in front of the Panlong Wall with his hands behind his back. He never showed any anger, but looked back with some regret and glanced at a few disciples who were not up to par.

Even if they don't want to admit it, Luojian Mountain has indeed fallen behind, and it no longer belongs to the same era as today's swordsmanship.

Now he is still considered second-rate, but once he dies, Luojianshan will definitely be reduced to third-rate or fourth-rate. After all, how can these few people compete with such a proud man?

Others had different reactions and watched for a long time before gradually dispersing.

Bao Xiangyang had only met this swordsman for three days. Without saying a word, he was impressed by his charm. He wanted to get to know him, but he felt that he was not from the same world. In the end, he could only shake his head, and was equally dissatisfied. The Yahe couple, who had the nerve to go up to find a son-in-law, left together.

Among all the people, there was only one young woman wearing a hairpin, standing in the group of monks. Her expression was different from everyone else's. She was very annoyed and was still mumbling in her mouth. If anyone could hear her, she was saying:

"What is this? I secretly set up the formation and took elixirs to prepare magic weapons, just waiting to go out and fight. Luo Jianshan is scared. Didn't I work for nothing for so long? He doesn't even know that I have done so much..."

"You are too self-indulgent."

"Hey? I...I am happy to do it!"

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