Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

Jun Lintian chuckled, and suddenly a faint thought came to him.

Jun Lintian was stunned, then laughed and scolded.

"Two little conscienceless ones, I just repaired you and you want to go back to Mingjian Villa."

Jun Lintian flicked his finger and hit the sword.

The two swords were cowardly and dared not say a word, just like children who had done something wrong.

Seeing this, Jun Lintian shook his head and smiled bitterly.

These two swords have been with him all the way and have experienced several battles.

Jun Lintian would naturally not force them to stay. After all, the swords have spirituality, and in time, sword spirits will surely be born.

"Well, let me see how powerful you are?"

Jun Lintian laughed loudly and began to dance with swords facing the morning glow.

In an instant, the wind and thunder were strong.

Hurricanes were set off, and a cloud of wind and sand filled the air.

The cold sword energy was waving everywhere, floating everywhere.

Some gradually dissipated, while some stayed by chance, waiting for the right person to find them.

Jun Lintian was just dancing with the sword casually, but the power of the sword itself was revealed, and it could easily kill the Free Land Realm.

The sword was so sharp that even the Free Heaven Realm would not want to be hit.

After Jun Lintian used the sword, he felt so refreshed, and felt so happy that he couldn't help but laugh loudly.

Until the end.

The two swords touched.

Ding~

Just a crisp sound.

Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling sound between heaven and earth.

A ray of bright sword light swept out, crossed the sky, and passed through a hundred-foot low mountain.

Rumble rumble rumble~

The low mountain was immediately broken in the middle, forming a canyon.

The fracture was smooth and neat.

The sharp sword energy lingered at the fracture, lingering for a long time, emitting a biting chill.

It still had amazing power.

Wisps of sword intent, thick or thin, scattered throughout the canyon.

Jun Lintian smiled with his bright eyes, satisfied with the power.

"I wonder what future generations will call this canyon?"

Sword Valley or Feixian Valley, or other names.

Jun Lintian let go of the sword in his hand.

The two swords became less interested, reluctant and a little frustrated.

After flying around Jun Lintian for a few circles, they broke through the air in the direction of Mingjian Villa.

Jun Lintian waved his hand gently, as if to say goodbye.

After thinking for a while, Jun Lintian took out the sword of faith, Seven Star Dragon Abyss.

This sword is gorgeous and beautiful, and there seems to be starlight on the sword body.

When looking down at the sword body, it is like climbing a high mountain and looking down into the abyss, ethereal and deep, as if there is a giant dragon lying.

Therefore, it is called "Dragon Abyss", and because of the stars, it is named Seven Star Dragon Abyss.

"Another day has passed. There are still five or six days before the poison testing conference. We have to hurry up."

Jun Lintian looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, muttered, and threw the sword into the air.

His figure flew up and stepped on the sword to escape.

The cracking of the mountain and the roar of the world naturally alarmed the people in the nearby area.

Many Jianghu knights with shallow kung fu heard the sound and wanted to check the reason.

When they found the uniform fracture, these people lost their voices, their eyes were extremely horrified, and they regarded the person who split the mountain as a god.

When they found the sword intent left in the canyon, they were ecstatic.

Some knights who did not practice swordsmanship sighed and sighed to the sky when they saw this.

Such anecdotes quickly spread and attracted many swordsmen to come here.

These swordsmen directly regarded this canyon as a holy place for sword cultivation.

When the news that a swordsman broke through here spread like wildfire, this place became even more popular.

Among the common people, there are many different versions of the origin of this place.

Some say that an immortal from heaven came down to earth and killed the evil dragon here.

Because some people swear that they heard the roar of a dragon nearby that day.

Some say that the magic sword was bred in the mountain, enlightened by the immortal, and flew away.

Anyway, there are all kinds of stories.

There are still two days before the Tang Sect Poison Testing Conference.

A dusty carriage slowly travels on the mountain road.

The surrounding forests are dense, but the official road is still wide and clean.

A young man has a sword on his waist and a heavy sword on his back.

The same young man leans lazily on the carriage, leisurely drinks wine, and looks into the distance.

"Chengdu opens up in the sky, and thousands of houses and doors are like paintings. Grass, trees, clouds and mountains are like brocade, and there is nothing like it in Qin."

The young man recited the poem leisurely, like a well-read person.

"Boy, have you heard of this poem written by the immortal poet?"

The young man in front of him, who was carrying a sword and a knife, thought seriously for a moment and shook his head.

"I haven't heard of it, you must have made it up."

"Tsk~" The drunken young man laughed at him.

"With your condition, you have the nerve to say that you can pass the exam. I think you will definitely listen to the teacher's class.I just wanted to doze off, and I said something that made a few old masters angry. "

The young man in front of me showed an embarrassed look on his face, scratched his head with a wry smile, and then pursed his lips and muttered.

"Brother Nangong, as the saying goes, don't hit people in the face, don't expose people's shortcomings when scolding them... If you keep talking like this, you will easily lose friends. "

Nangong Chunshui laughed, gulped down a few sips of wine, and laughed heartily.

"This time, I want to be a refined young man, a graceful and elegant gentleman, just to bend down for that beauty."

"Friends or not, don't force it."

In this world, how many people can compare with him in terms of shamelessness.

Bai Li Dongjun was a little helpless and said viciously.

"It is said that the more people lack something, the more they care about it."

"You must have been scolded by the master before, and you didn't study well, so you like to be mean to others. "

Nangong Chunshui, who had changed his name, said angrily with a flash of shame in his eyes.

"Bullshit~ If I'm not well-educated, there will be no one with good education in this world."

Bai Li Dongjun smiled faintly, shrugged his shoulders, and didn't respond at all, which made Nangong Chunshui so angry that he had to drink bitterly.

"These bastards have all learned bad things, and they only know how to make people angry."

Nangong Chunshui said in his heart, thinking of Jun Lintian, the little devil with a poisonous mouth.

"My little disciple was originally so pure, he must have learned bad things from him, I have to write a poem to scold him. "

The carriage turned a corner, and a huge city came into view.

The Land of Abundance, Jincheng.

Located in a huge basin, it is rich in natural resources and abundant in products.

Looking from a high place, the city is paved with buildings in rows, and its prosperity seems to be no less than that of Tianqi.

Although Baili Dongjun grew up in Qiandong City, he is the only grandson of Zhenxi Hou.

But he knows very little about Jincheng.

It is because the Tang Sect of Xishu is here.

"Gee~"

Baili Dongjun waved the whip, his voice a little excited.

Suddenly, the carriage rushed down the mountain.

"Hey, hey, hey~ If you shake me to death in this carriage, you will really be labeled as a traitor to your teacher and ancestors. "

Nangong Chunshui raised his head to drink and shouted with some dissatisfaction.

Baili Dongjun curled his lips, he didn't believe this nonsense.

Although the opponent's power has not recovered much, this bump is nothing.