Chapter 128
The conference is approaching, the swordsman Tianjiao is born, and Fairy Qinglian is out
Chapter 128 The conference is approaching, the swordsman Tianjiao is born, and Fairy Qinglian is out
"Lu Xing? This is none of your business, don't ask for trouble."
Sima Yuhu was a little jealous of Lu Xing, but as the pride of heaven, he also had his own arrogance.
There is no real comparison, who knows how true or false the other party's reputation is.
"As I said, don't affect others with your affairs."
Lu Xing's face was indifferent.
"But your tone of voice offends me."
When Lu Xing raised his eyelids, a sword light suddenly appeared in his eyes, the immeasurable brilliance amazed the world.
Sima Yuhu's breathing was stagnant, his whole body was stiff, and he raised his hand to touch his neck.
A tiny bloodstain appeared on his neck.
"Be careful with your tone next time."
The indifferent voice awakened Sima Yuhu's mind.
Lu Xing left with Yu Nie without paying attention to Sima Yuhu.
Everyone fell silent, their eyes widened.
How did they feel? Lu Xing looked very dismissive of Sima Yuhu.
Anger appeared in Sima Yuhu's eyes, thunder and lightning flashed in his eyes, and the glory of heaven appeared again.
But in the end, he still didn't attack Lu Xing, snorted coldly, and left Fangshi with the broken Taoist soldiers on the stall.
The beautiful woman in palace attire hurriedly led people to follow, she was determined to win the broken Taoist soldier.
Seeing Lu Xing's figure, Sifang cultivator swallowed hard.
"As expected of a sword fairy in this world, he is arrogant and domineering, and doesn't care about the status of the prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty at all."
"That's not true. The sword fairy in this world dared to kill the Tianjiao of the Flood Dragon Clan back then. If he didn't get out of the Tai Chi realm, who could do anything to win him."
Someone looked at Sima Yuhu's back and shook his head slightly.
The prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty was not bad at first, but compared with Lu Xing, he was not enough.
Some cultivators from the small world of Beicang felt even more overwhelmed.
All the other small worlds have one or two Young Sovereigns, but the Beicang Small World still does not have the birth of a young Sovereign.
And those female cultivators didn't think too much about it at all, and looked at Lu Xing with blurred eyes with flushed faces.
So... so handsome!Even the back of his head is ten times more handsome than others!
……
As the time for the Heavenly Sword Conference is approaching, more and more swordsmen will be born.
On Mount Wudang, a man was dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, and on his knees was a long sword with one side black and the other white.
The eyes are opened lightly, and in an instant, above the sky, turtles and snakes are interpreted, yin and yang are rotating, and Tai Chi is manifested.
"Master Mitutoyo is truly a genius!"
The Taoist robed man sighed softly.
"If Mitutoyo was born in the small world of ten places, he would be able to achieve Taishi Realm."
"Unfortunately, I was born at an untimely time..."
The man in the Taoist robe got up, put the sword back into its sheath, stepped on the Yin-Yang diagram, and walked down from the top of the cloud.
"The Heavenly Sword Conference... I hope to find an opportunity to break through the realm of the Heavenly Sword."
Wudang, the successor of the real martial arts sword, Lu Cangming, is out!
……
Thousands of swords are clanging on the Shu Mountain, and the sword light is flying into the sky.
Some people saw a young man in white stepping on a long sword, flying through the sky, wantonly like the wind.
"Hiss! Could it be that the eldest disciple of Shushan has left the customs?"
Countless people were shocked.
Although the great disciple of Shushan had never made a move in the eyes of the world, the other party defeated all the disciples of Shushan and defeated all the heroes with his sword. Only then did he become the great disciple of Shushan.
His name is Bai Zang, and it is said that he does not have any special physique, but relies entirely on his own talent and hard work to achieve his current achievements.
"Fairy Qinglian, with a transparent sword heart, is qualified to be my Taoist companion."
"And the name of the living Sword Immortal, the Young Sovereign, I want to see how true it is."
The light of the sword is like electricity, cutting through the void, flying thousands of miles in an instant.
……
In a gazebo by the lake, four young people gathered here.
One of the young men was dressed luxuriously, exuding a dignified aura, his eyes were darkened, and his skin was fair.
"This time the Heavenly Sword Conference has a dozen or so foreign talents coming, what are your plans?"
"Although the higher-ups have reached a deal, it can only guarantee that they will not die in the territory of Kyushu. Whether they can take benefits from us depends on their abilities."
Dressed in a green shirt and a scholar's robe, with a long sword on his waist, the handsome young man's tone was full of disdain for foreign human swordsmen.
"Don't be careless. According to the news, the opponent has a Paladin reserve this time, and several great sword masters."
The young man who spoke was meticulous in expression, sitting upright, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although he looked ordinary, there was a golden vertical line between his eyebrows, which was extremely miraculous.
"Hi, no matter what their origins are, just chop them all up..."
The remaining young man, with disheveled black hair, casual clothes, and wild posture, leaned on the pillar of the pavilion, hiccupping drunkenly.
"Jun Nanxing, you'd better not be careless. If others don't say anything, that preparatory paladin is still difficult to deal with."
The luxuriously dressed young man reminded the wild young man.
"This time, if we lose to them, it will not only lose our face, but also the face of our academy."
The young man with golden vertical lines between his brows looked serious.
The scholar in green shirt smiled coldly: "If you want to participate in the Heavenly Sword Conference, except for the ten people who received the invitation, everyone else must participate in the pre-selection tests of stepping up the ladder and climbing the sword tower."
"In the end, we have to leave marks on the sword stele that everyone must participate in."
"Climb the three-thousand-day ladder, break through the nine-story sword tower, and leave scars more than one foot deep."
"These three tests last year were [-]% of the people who passed the test."
"Hi, if they can't even pass one of them, what shall we do?"
The wild young man hiccupped and asked with a mouthful of alcohol.
"As it was before, so it is."
The luxurious young man said lightly.
"Hey, I'm very interested in that living sword fairy, so don't rob me."
The green-clothed scholar stroked the hilt of his sword with his palm, and said excitedly.
"Whatever you want, but that guy can fight against Princess Longxuan for a short time without losing the wind, so you'd better not be careless."
"Don't worry, I know what to do."
……
In a quiet valley behind Taibai Mountain.
There is a secluded pond with blue waves here, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are glowing, and the fairy light is filled.
In the center of the deep pool, twelve grades of green lotuses linger in the void.
Sitting cross-legged is a hazy figure in white clothes, surrounded by fairy light, and Dao rhyme manifests runes.
Carrying a breath of immortality beyond the dust.
Her face was shrouded in brilliance, and she could only see a little of her appearance in a hazy way.
Just that little beauty is enough to make countless Tianjiao fall in love with her and become intoxicated.
"Sister!"
A bun-headed girl wearing Qinglian Jianzong's costume ran to the edge of the pool, put her hands to her mouth, and shouted loudly.
"The Lu Xing you mentioned, he's already here! He's in the small town at the foot of the mountain!"
Liu Yuehan, who was originally one of heaven and man, whose breath blended with heaven and earth, moved.
Within the fairy light, Liu Yuehan gently opened a pair of pupils that were as clear as crystal.
In a flash, the twelve-grade green lotus transformed into a three-foot long sword in the brilliance, and fell into Liu Yuehan's hands.
Taking out the sword case and putting away the long sword, Liu Yuehan carried the sword case on his back and walked out of the valley.
"Senior sister, wait for me!"
The bun-headed girl hurriedly followed.
"Senior sister, where are you going?"
Liu Yuehan kept walking, and said softly, "Go to an appointment."
(End of this chapter)
"Lu Xing? This is none of your business, don't ask for trouble."
Sima Yuhu was a little jealous of Lu Xing, but as the pride of heaven, he also had his own arrogance.
There is no real comparison, who knows how true or false the other party's reputation is.
"As I said, don't affect others with your affairs."
Lu Xing's face was indifferent.
"But your tone of voice offends me."
When Lu Xing raised his eyelids, a sword light suddenly appeared in his eyes, the immeasurable brilliance amazed the world.
Sima Yuhu's breathing was stagnant, his whole body was stiff, and he raised his hand to touch his neck.
A tiny bloodstain appeared on his neck.
"Be careful with your tone next time."
The indifferent voice awakened Sima Yuhu's mind.
Lu Xing left with Yu Nie without paying attention to Sima Yuhu.
Everyone fell silent, their eyes widened.
How did they feel? Lu Xing looked very dismissive of Sima Yuhu.
Anger appeared in Sima Yuhu's eyes, thunder and lightning flashed in his eyes, and the glory of heaven appeared again.
But in the end, he still didn't attack Lu Xing, snorted coldly, and left Fangshi with the broken Taoist soldiers on the stall.
The beautiful woman in palace attire hurriedly led people to follow, she was determined to win the broken Taoist soldier.
Seeing Lu Xing's figure, Sifang cultivator swallowed hard.
"As expected of a sword fairy in this world, he is arrogant and domineering, and doesn't care about the status of the prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty at all."
"That's not true. The sword fairy in this world dared to kill the Tianjiao of the Flood Dragon Clan back then. If he didn't get out of the Tai Chi realm, who could do anything to win him."
Someone looked at Sima Yuhu's back and shook his head slightly.
The prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty was not bad at first, but compared with Lu Xing, he was not enough.
Some cultivators from the small world of Beicang felt even more overwhelmed.
All the other small worlds have one or two Young Sovereigns, but the Beicang Small World still does not have the birth of a young Sovereign.
And those female cultivators didn't think too much about it at all, and looked at Lu Xing with blurred eyes with flushed faces.
So... so handsome!Even the back of his head is ten times more handsome than others!
……
As the time for the Heavenly Sword Conference is approaching, more and more swordsmen will be born.
On Mount Wudang, a man was dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, and on his knees was a long sword with one side black and the other white.
The eyes are opened lightly, and in an instant, above the sky, turtles and snakes are interpreted, yin and yang are rotating, and Tai Chi is manifested.
"Master Mitutoyo is truly a genius!"
The Taoist robed man sighed softly.
"If Mitutoyo was born in the small world of ten places, he would be able to achieve Taishi Realm."
"Unfortunately, I was born at an untimely time..."
The man in the Taoist robe got up, put the sword back into its sheath, stepped on the Yin-Yang diagram, and walked down from the top of the cloud.
"The Heavenly Sword Conference... I hope to find an opportunity to break through the realm of the Heavenly Sword."
Wudang, the successor of the real martial arts sword, Lu Cangming, is out!
……
Thousands of swords are clanging on the Shu Mountain, and the sword light is flying into the sky.
Some people saw a young man in white stepping on a long sword, flying through the sky, wantonly like the wind.
"Hiss! Could it be that the eldest disciple of Shushan has left the customs?"
Countless people were shocked.
Although the great disciple of Shushan had never made a move in the eyes of the world, the other party defeated all the disciples of Shushan and defeated all the heroes with his sword. Only then did he become the great disciple of Shushan.
His name is Bai Zang, and it is said that he does not have any special physique, but relies entirely on his own talent and hard work to achieve his current achievements.
"Fairy Qinglian, with a transparent sword heart, is qualified to be my Taoist companion."
"And the name of the living Sword Immortal, the Young Sovereign, I want to see how true it is."
The light of the sword is like electricity, cutting through the void, flying thousands of miles in an instant.
……
In a gazebo by the lake, four young people gathered here.
One of the young men was dressed luxuriously, exuding a dignified aura, his eyes were darkened, and his skin was fair.
"This time the Heavenly Sword Conference has a dozen or so foreign talents coming, what are your plans?"
"Although the higher-ups have reached a deal, it can only guarantee that they will not die in the territory of Kyushu. Whether they can take benefits from us depends on their abilities."
Dressed in a green shirt and a scholar's robe, with a long sword on his waist, the handsome young man's tone was full of disdain for foreign human swordsmen.
"Don't be careless. According to the news, the opponent has a Paladin reserve this time, and several great sword masters."
The young man who spoke was meticulous in expression, sitting upright, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although he looked ordinary, there was a golden vertical line between his eyebrows, which was extremely miraculous.
"Hi, no matter what their origins are, just chop them all up..."
The remaining young man, with disheveled black hair, casual clothes, and wild posture, leaned on the pillar of the pavilion, hiccupping drunkenly.
"Jun Nanxing, you'd better not be careless. If others don't say anything, that preparatory paladin is still difficult to deal with."
The luxuriously dressed young man reminded the wild young man.
"This time, if we lose to them, it will not only lose our face, but also the face of our academy."
The young man with golden vertical lines between his brows looked serious.
The scholar in green shirt smiled coldly: "If you want to participate in the Heavenly Sword Conference, except for the ten people who received the invitation, everyone else must participate in the pre-selection tests of stepping up the ladder and climbing the sword tower."
"In the end, we have to leave marks on the sword stele that everyone must participate in."
"Climb the three-thousand-day ladder, break through the nine-story sword tower, and leave scars more than one foot deep."
"These three tests last year were [-]% of the people who passed the test."
"Hi, if they can't even pass one of them, what shall we do?"
The wild young man hiccupped and asked with a mouthful of alcohol.
"As it was before, so it is."
The luxurious young man said lightly.
"Hey, I'm very interested in that living sword fairy, so don't rob me."
The green-clothed scholar stroked the hilt of his sword with his palm, and said excitedly.
"Whatever you want, but that guy can fight against Princess Longxuan for a short time without losing the wind, so you'd better not be careless."
"Don't worry, I know what to do."
……
In a quiet valley behind Taibai Mountain.
There is a secluded pond with blue waves here, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are glowing, and the fairy light is filled.
In the center of the deep pool, twelve grades of green lotuses linger in the void.
Sitting cross-legged is a hazy figure in white clothes, surrounded by fairy light, and Dao rhyme manifests runes.
Carrying a breath of immortality beyond the dust.
Her face was shrouded in brilliance, and she could only see a little of her appearance in a hazy way.
Just that little beauty is enough to make countless Tianjiao fall in love with her and become intoxicated.
"Sister!"
A bun-headed girl wearing Qinglian Jianzong's costume ran to the edge of the pool, put her hands to her mouth, and shouted loudly.
"The Lu Xing you mentioned, he's already here! He's in the small town at the foot of the mountain!"
Liu Yuehan, who was originally one of heaven and man, whose breath blended with heaven and earth, moved.
Within the fairy light, Liu Yuehan gently opened a pair of pupils that were as clear as crystal.
In a flash, the twelve-grade green lotus transformed into a three-foot long sword in the brilliance, and fell into Liu Yuehan's hands.
Taking out the sword case and putting away the long sword, Liu Yuehan carried the sword case on his back and walked out of the valley.
"Senior sister, wait for me!"
The bun-headed girl hurriedly followed.
"Senior sister, where are you going?"
Liu Yuehan kept walking, and said softly, "Go to an appointment."
(End of this chapter)