This is what cultivating immortals is like

The young man was tall and powerful, with a sharp and stern face without any trace of sadness or joy. The clothes are monotonous, with breezy sleeves. Apart from the black stone knife carried on his back, he has nothing else.

Qi Xanadu.

The number one martial arts master in Wenliang spent his whole life exploring the way of the sword, and was known as the "Heavenly Sword".

Next to him is a bald monk in red clothes with red eyes, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a majestic body, and the majesty of a dragon and tiger in his step.

The red-robed monk of Wenliang was a Buddhist cultivator in seclusion. His gate and identity were unknown, and no one even knew his name.

The two Mahayana masters are at the pinnacle of Wenliang, and each has great reputation. There is endless debate in the spiritual community about which of the two is stronger and which is weaker, and because the two have never fought against each other, there has been no conclusion.

As for the paper man walking at the end, apart from being a little weird, there is nothing redeeming about it.

"Hey, Heavenly Sword and Red Monk, why are they here?"

Peng Xinzhi, the king of Zhenbei, stepped into the void, approaching Shaoshi Mountain, and suddenly discovered two top Wenliang masters. His anger suddenly cooled down, and at the same time, his pace also dropped.

Peng Xinzhi did not rush forward to say hello. Even though he was the King of Zhenbei and also known as the King of Xiaoyan, in terms of his means and strength, he was a bit reluctant to face either of the two.

"It's them!"

Yin Zhen stood beside his master, casting his eyes cautiously, with envy on his face.

Once upon a time, he was a well-known genius from all over the country, and he dreamed of one day becoming a big shot like Qi Shangdu and the Red Monk.

Later, I learned that the world is far more than just ten miles away. There are as many monks with higher talents, richer resources than him, and more prominent sects than him as crucian carp crossing the river. After waking up from the dream, I honestly went to Zhenbei Palace and found a job as a retainer. Errands.

"Your Majesty, these two are the top monks in Wenliang. They are gathered together, but to distinguish themselves?" He asked if he didn't understand. Yin Zhen scratched his head and wanted to see which of the two strong men was stronger. Which one is weak.

If that's the case, then he'll have to brag about it in the future.

Do you know that the Heavenly Sword and the Red Monk, the two of them fought to death that day, were witnessed by Yin?

Can be blown to the ground.

Peng Xinzhi was noncommittal and found that the two of them were heading in the same direction as him. He slowed down again and said doubtfully: "It's weird. Their goal seems to be Fu Yao Palace. Is it possible..."

Not only him, but also Qi Xiandu and the red monk were infatuated with Yan Xiaoshuang. When they heard that the palace master had been tainted by the pretty boy, they all came to attack him in anger?

The idea was too outrageous, not to mention that the red monk had no worldly desires, but Qi Xhangdu, who was devoted to the sword, was also obsessed with sincerity, and had long since cut off his seven emotions and six desires.

"Your Majesty, who is the master of that senior paper man?"

"I don't know."

Peng Xinzhi shook his head slightly, with many doubts in his mind, and decided to take a look first before talking.

After more than ten steps, Qi Shang's eyes were as bright as lightning, he opened the space in front of him, and stood above Shaoshi Mountain.

The two palms formed a knife, and they slashed down slowly.

Buzz buzz————

Amidst the faint sound of the sword, the bright and cold sword light flowed down like the moonlight, falling silently and swiftly into the mountains and forests.

In an instant, the high-spirited sword soared into the sky, and the rising sword light split the world, splitting the darkness and rushing toward the Fu Yao Palace on the main peak.

The clouds dispersed, and the star array illuminated the sky. Amidst the roar of the mountain-protecting array, this irresistible greeting spread throughout the mountain.

In the boudoir, Yan Xiaoshuang's figure faded, and she fell into the sky with one step. When she saw three figures in front of her, her heart tightened.

The one who comes is not good.

"Palace Master Yan is polite, where is Tianjian Sect Lu Bei?"

"Tianjian Sect Lu Bei..."

Peng Xinzhi, who was standing in the distance, was stunned for a moment. Could it be that things were really as he expected, and that the two of them came to attack the pretty boy?

Peng Xinzhi shouted that it was outrageous, and for the first time he knew that he had so many love rivals, and they were all so powerful.

After thinking about it, I felt relieved. The charm of the palace master was hard to resist. It was natural for the Heavenly Sword and the red monk to worship under her skirt.

"Trouble, I'm afraid I am no match for these two."

"Why did Qi Tian Dao find the leader of the Tianjian Sect? As far as I know, he has no grudges against you." Yan Xiaoshuang frowned lightly, wanting to know the reason.

"Is Lu Bei here?" Qi Shangdu asked expressionlessly.

"Sect Master Lu is not here, please come back, sir!"

The clay figurine is still angry, Yan Xiaoshuang is sullen, and everyone relies on force to attack the mountain gate. They can no longer be kind to both emotions and reasons today.

Suddenly, there was a heavy weight on my shoulders.

Lu Bei held Yan Xiaoshuang's shoulders and lowered his head, letting her lean back to cool off.

Yan Xiaoshuang frowned slightly, but she obeyed obediently. She took half a step back and sent a message to Lu Bei: "This person is a monk from Wenliang. He is a 'Tiandao' Qi Shangdu. He has a very high level of cultivation. He once competed with Xin Wang Jiang Li in a three-sword competition." The moon doesn’t win or lose.”

"The other one is called Red Monk, and his origin is mysterious. I don't know much about him."

"Where's that paper man?" Lu Bei raised his eyebrows.

There are many strange things in the world of immortality. With his not-so-rich personal experience, he has also experienced many strange people, such as the Corpse Sewing Way, the Snake Dragon Cult, the Earth Immortal Corpse, the Fishing Man, etc.

In comparison, a mere paper man does not stand out among other people.

Even a little vulgar.

But for some reason, looking at this paper man, Lu Bei had an unspeakable strange feeling. In his eyes, the Heavenly Sword and the Red Monk were powerful, but they could only be used as foils next to the paper man.

"I haven't seen it before. It shouldn't be cultivator Wenliang, and I don't rule out that it is an incarnation." Yan Xiaoshuang thought for a while and said a useless nonsense.

"Go down, they are here to find me, it has nothing to do with you here."

"But……"

"No buts." Lu Bei raised his hand and patted his butt.

Yan Xiaoshuang's delicate body trembled, and she secretly said something hateful. Before turning around and leaving, she slapped Lu Bei's back heart with a hateful palm, and carved the secret method of Fu Yao Palace.

Lu Bei shivered, and the magic power in his body rolled uncontrollably, not to mention how speechless he was.

Before coming, he asked for a mouthful of fresh milk from Han Miaojun just in case. Now...

Fortunately, the sword body has been strengthened and upgraded, and the two palace masters have restrained themselves. Otherwise, they would have gone on a rampage with all attributes, and every part of their body would hurt.

Lu Bei took one step forward, shattering the holy sword lotus under his feet. It was like a peerless sword being unsheathed, and the mist of sword intent rose up around him, shattering the sky with mighty force.

Looking from a distance, the scorching white light spreads out, shaped like a big sun.

Heaven and earth resonated. Even if Shaoshi Mountain was surrounded by a large formation and the solidified space was indestructible, it would still be difficult to withstand the surging sword intent that was unleashed.

The mountains rumbled and shook, and there was the mournful sound of an earth dragon. Black cracks in the ground rushed like branches, stretching into the distance and breaking more than a dozen low peaks.

"Jiejiejiejie————"

The paper man didn't know what he was happy about, he just laughed. His temperament was unpredictable and even weirder.

"What a great sword. The title of Heavenly Sword is well deserved!"

They all untied the stone knives behind their backs and let them fall to the ground. Their whole bodies seemed to be sublimated, bursting out with a tyrannical will to kill everything.

Lu Bei let out a sigh and looked at the stone path falling to the ground in surprise.

This magical power seems to have been seen somewhere.

Where exactly is it?

"In the past, my master and the master of the Immortal Sword had a sparring match. The master held the sword, and the Immortal Sword was in charge of the sword. The master peered into the Immortal Sword's intention and realized this abandoned sword technique." Everyone took the initiative to explain.

Lu Bei suddenly realized, no wonder it looked so familiar, it turned out to be the abandoned sword technique.

There is actually someone who can use skills on the free-for-nothing monster Qi Li Jing. Your master is very powerful!

but……

Lu Bei cast a sympathetic look. The pit of abandonment was very deep. Even ten lives would not be enough to pay for it if one stepped into it. If the predictions were correct, Qi Xanadu's master should be dead.

"After my master realized this method, he was depressed and unhappy, so he drew his sword and killed himself."

Right, he was tricked to death!

Lu Bei secretly said that as expected, his cultivation had reached the Tribulation Stage, and he had repeatedly fought against Mahayana monks. He knew that the strongest magical power of the Abandonment Sutra was not the Immortal Sword Intent, but his aptitude and understanding.

The artistic conception can be understood at a glance, and the Taoist rhyme can be turned into one's own use with a little thought.

Even if Qi Li Jing doesn't use a sword, but uses fists like the Demon Emperor, he can still be invincible for a lifetime and create a method that dominates the world like the Immortal Fist Intent.

Without the understanding of the Abandonment Sutra, but learning the Abandonment Sword Technique of the Abandonment Sutra, the results can be imagined.

In the end, there was nothing left to give up, and I threw away my life.

"This sect leader already knows the purpose of Heavenly Sword. It is nothing more than hatred clouding his mind and seeking his own death. Where is this master? Why are you here?" Lu Bei looked at the red monk.

The monk in red clothes clasped his hands together and said with reasonable reasoning: "The poor monk is sitting in the mountains, his Zen mind is very quiet and thinking, and he wants to ask for a solution from the hands of Donor Lu."

Lu Bei nodded and understood what the red monk meant.

The bald donkey has no other meaning, he is just itchy.

He looked intently at the last paper man, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes flashed with golden flames: "Can you tell me the name of this magic cultivator with a unique face?"

"Jiejiejiejie————"

The paper man waved his hands and laughed non-stop. When the laughter stopped, he confessed his identity as a mere passerby and stated that he had no intention of disturbing the three people's enjoyment.

After saying that, his body was burned into ashes and disappeared between heaven and earth.

In the corner, Peng Xinzhi stood like a follower, no one noticed. He straightened his body and tried his best to express his presence, but no one looked at him from Lu Bei, Tiandao, the red monk, or even the angry Yan Xiaoshuang.

Peng Xinzhi's grief and anger didn't stop there. He had seen all the slaps Lu Bei had just slapped on his butt.

That's not a slap on Yan Xiaoshuang's butt. It's clearly a declaration of sovereignty in front of his face and a slap in his face.

Looking at the powerful strength displayed by Lu Bei, Peng Xinzhi almost died on the spot. No wonder the name of Tianjian Sect was so familiar. It turned out to be the descendant of the Immortal Sword Master Qi Li Jing.

Yan Xiaoshuang's vision in selecting Taoist companions did not disappoint him. It was either not necessary or the best.

For a moment, Peng Xinzhi, who was trying to straighten his body, had a stooped back. He, the king of the north, could not hold the north at all.

"Taoist Master Yin, let's go." Peng Xinzhi said lonely.

There is no place for him here, so it is better to leave.

"Your Majesty, this is a unique battle, almost comparable to King Zhao Qin Yan's battle against the great swordsman Tian Mingzi. If we leave this matter, won't we regret it for the rest of our lives?" Yin Zhen was shocked.

Peng Xinzhi thought about it and realized that this was true. Although he was not as good as Tianjian Sect Lu Bei at the moment, who could tell clearly what would happen in the future.

If he can gain something from observing this battle and his cultivation greatly improves, he, the Xiaoyan King, might be able to win the word "little" and become the second Yanwang Jiang Suxin.

"May I ask Sect Leader Lu, are you Zhao Qin Tianmingzi?" Qi Shang asked.

"It cannot be said that Zhao Qin spent a lot of money. Tian Mingzi is Tian Mingzi and has nothing to do with this sect leader."

Lu Beiqi asked: "How did you know this?"

"If that's true!"

"..."

Peng Xinzhi's body was stooped. After straightening his back repeatedly, he was really tired this time.

"Taoist Master Yin, I have taken the first step."