Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 121 The stinking foreign sect’s

After listening to Wu You's words, Qu Changge glanced at the unburned paper ashes on the ground, his relaxed and bright expression fluctuated, and he responded slowly:

"Senior brother... At this moment, I should be the most convinced of what senior brother just said, and the time when I have the most courage to take this step."

Qu Changge had already realized when Wu You came to him that this was his only chance.

——If Wu You had appeared earlier, he would not have been so angry and unwilling to have courage because of Uncle Mo's death. But if he had appeared later, the hatred and anger would have been gradually washed away by time.

Moreover, he will never meet the next Wu You.

Qu Changge's eyes flashed slightly. He looked into Wu You's eyes and said, "Brother, take me with you, no matter what you need me to do."

Snap.

There was a chuckle, and Wu You patted his shoulder.

"Don't think too much. You won't be in any danger. Before I fall, I will be able to resist the danger. As for now..."

"Junior Brother Qu, welcome to join Tongfantian."

…

The sword discussion platform of the Qingming Sword Sect is where disciples compete and learn. All you can see is a three-story broad round platform, paved with huge dark stone bricks. This kind of stone is cut directly from the mountain rock and can be easily replaced to cope with its extremely rapid damage.

Compared with the Heavenly Mirror Sect disciples who practice individually and occasionally spar with each other, the disciples of the Sword Sect are much more aggressive. Every once in a while, the sword discussion platform will be covered with sword marks and broken dents.

If there is a discussion, there will also be spectators, so the sword discussion stage of the Sword Sect is the most lively place of the Sword Sect on weekdays.

There were many disciples on the sword discussion stage at this time, and the battle on the stage seemed to have heated up. You didn’t need to get close to hear the sound of sword blades striking each other like a shower...

I saw that one side on the stage was turning into hundreds of afterimages, drawing swords from different tricky angles, making it impossible to hide, while the other side was stabbing forward with the sword, dragging out a sword rainbow, and moving forward inexorably.

"clang!"

Amid the roar, the afterimages dissipated with the wind, and the two people on the stage separated again after this round of fighting.

Wu Wenjing stepped back and stood still, feeling a slight stinging sensation on his cheek. A long and thin scar appeared on his face, blood slowly oozing out. He held the sword in his hand tighter.

A strong Sword Intent flashed past, and his figure disappeared instantly. He had completely given up on the method of transforming into a fake body, and went straight to his opponent!

"Liu Zhao!"

Wu Wenjing suddenly stepped on the ground and spun around to take advantage of his opponent's position. He shouted in a deep voice, but his eyes were as cold as frost, and he swung his strongest sword.

…

"rustle."

Fang Shaohong used the scabbard of his sword to push aside the overhanging bushes, and walked up the stone path. The Sword Sect and the Heavenly Mirror Sect were not in the same Immortal Domain, so the seasons were not uniform, and there was no autumn color here yet.

Raising her head, she saw not far away on the steps, a transparent white illusory Spirit Body swaying in the wind, looking back at her.

After it stopped following her yesterday, it stayed where it was, waiting peacefully until she returned to its original spot today. It felt like it would even wait forever if left alone.

Although he continued to explore Sword Sect with Spirit Body, Fang Shaohong was obviously a little absent-minded.

"Is there any need to explain? If I do, I can't ask for it back." She looked down at the steps at her feet, frowned slightly, and murmured in a low voice.

"Zheng——"

A murderous sword sound reached her ears, immediately interrupting Fang Shaohong's thoughts. She suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Someone is making trouble in Jianzong? No, this location seems to be..."

Fang Shaohong took out the sword-finding order given by the elder of the Sword Sect Keqing. The nearby terrain and place names emerged in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and the direction in front of which the sound of swords came from was the sword discussion platform, where the disciples of the Sword Sect competed and discussed.

She suddenly became interested.

The air flow under her feet was slightly stirred, and Fang Shaohong started to move quickly up the steps. She planned to see how elegant the Fellow Daoist of Qingming Sword Sect was with his hands.

Not long after, she came to the end of the steps, and a huge three-story round platform suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

Fang Shaohong slowed down and stood still. He looked back and saw that the white Spirit Body that had been following her up stopped moving again and was watching her quietly.

It seemed that it had no desire to go to the Sword Discussing Platform, and only planned to stay there and wait for Fang Shaohong to come back. The face with blurred features and only outlines actually showed a well-behaved feeling.

Fang Shaohong felt a little guilty inexplicably in his heart.

"Ahem...wait here for a while, I'll be back."

"?"

Spirit Body tilted its head.

It seemed that the communication was not very successful, but at least Fang Shaohong had given instructions. She took a few steps back, turned and walked towards the sword discussion platform.

She could still feel the "pitiful" gaze behind her, and the experience was quite subtle, making her feel... like an owner who had cruelly abandoned his pet.

It wasn't until they were far away that this feeling gradually disappeared, and Fang Shaohong breathed a sigh of relief.

…

No one else left on the road leading to the sword discussion platform.

Wu Wenjing was walking on the road he came from, his face as sinking as water, and the slender sword mark on his left shoulder was slowly recovering. After all, the move that mixed killing thoughts into Sword Intent did not work when facing that guy Liu Zhao.

"When will we win..."

He stared at the scars that were gradually recovering and disappearing, and squeezed out this whisper from between his teeth. Frustration filled his heart again, and he felt like he was living in Liu Zhao's shadow.

Defeating Liu Zhao has almost become his inner demon.

"Da da."

Footsteps sounded, and a woman in green clothes gradually approached. Wu Wenjing glanced at her, frowned, and showed displeasure - this person was not dressed as a disciple of the Sword Sect.

Most of the disciples of the Sword Sect look down on sword cultivators outside the sect. In their hearts, only their own sect is the orthodox sword cultivator in the world, and other sword cultivators are just techniques and techniques given out by them. Trained in sword skills.

Extremely arrogant and xenophobic.

This is the collective image of the disciples of the Sword Sect. Naturally, they will look down upon these sword cultivators who come to visit the Sword Sect. They consider themselves to be the highest status among the sword cultivators.

But Qingming Sword Sect... has its own special characteristics. (Spread hands)

The Sword Intent of the ancient battlefield is the foundation of the Sword Sect. This special environment has cultivated countless swordsmanship geniuses, and also made the average strength of the Sword Sect monks dwarf other swordsmen cultivators.

It's a pity... This also led to the ridiculously low output of the Sword Sect.

Almost no spiritual plants can grow in this environment. Even artifact refining, drawing talismans, and alchemy will be interfered by this Sword Intent environment, and the success rate becomes extremely low. And this intensified the partiality of the members of the Sword Sect——

An entire sect is full of professional sword cultivators who only know how to copy swords and chariots, so where will the output come from those who ride on horses?

Therefore, they still cannot deviate from the identity of the world's sword cultivator Sacred Land, and they cannot do without the huge benefits brought by ordinary sword cultivators in the Immortal Cultivation World.

It's so twisted...

He clearly despises her, but he can only open the door because of reality. However, he has an almost paranoid pride, so he can only do this with a stiff neck.

Tsk tsk tsk...

"slow."

When this unknown female cultivator was about to pass by, Wu Wenjing raised his sword and stopped her.

"?"

"What's wrong with Fellow Daoist?"

Fang Shaohong looked at the long sword lying in front of him, his hand casually resting on the hilt of the sword beside him, he tilted his head and looked at the opponent with sharp eyes.

Her tall figure is even taller than Wu Wenjing, and coupled with her temperament, she will instantly feel like she is a head shorter.

"People outside the sect are not qualified to enter the sword discussion platform."

Wu Wenjing said calmly.

His already unhappy mood at losing to Liu Zhao became even worse - he was actually suppressed by a female cultivator in terms of height and aura...

Female nun! He actually bullied him into being 1.7 meters tall! Can you fucking bear this?

"Hmm... doesn't this work either?"

Fang Shaohong took out the Grade A Sword Searching Order given by the elder Hui Ke and asked. She remembered that Elder Li said that except for the forbidden areas within the sect, all other places were accessible.

Wu Wenjing's mood became even worse.

——The sect stipulates that when facing a wealthy man with a Grade A Sword Search Order, you must treat him with courtesy.

(End of chapter)