Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 2078 A letter
"Meet Uncle Master."

"See the Phantom Palm..."

……

Huanhen landed in front of the palace and retracted his escape light. He was dressed in tight clothes, with his long hair tied up and a long sword on his back. He had a graceful demeanor and his eyes were as sharp as a sword, like a swordsman wandering the world.

The spirit sword is sheathed, which is a special sword-care technique.

When the Qingyang Temple disciples saw him, they all bowed and saluted with awe on their faces.

These disciples also feared Li Yufu and Shen Chen, but the two kinds of fear were different. They feared Huanhen more than respected him. Anyone who had seen his performance on the battlefield would be full of fear of him.

In the Storm Realm, Huanhen is as famous as the abbot Li Yufu and the leader of the Tiangong Alliance Shen Chen.

He adhered to the way of killing with the sword and was like a fish in water on the battlefield. He always led the charge in every battle, charging into the enemy camp on his sword. Swords flashed, blood and limbs flew, lives were taken away in an instant, leaving behind corpses, but he never changed his expression.

Whether enemies or allies, they would be terrified when seeing this scene.

Countless people fell under his sword. He can be said to be a strong man who walked out of a sea of ​​blood.

Those disciples were extremely respectful, not daring to breathe, and kept their heads down, not daring to look at Huan Hen.

Huanhen knows his reputation, but has no intention of changing it. This is his way, and he does not need to care about other people's opinions.

If the enemy is afraid of him, it would be a good thing to be afraid before the battle.

He had a stern expression and just said "hmm" lightly, walking past these disciples with a very cold attitude.

If it wasn't for the younger generation from the same sect, he wouldn't even bother to respond, but the more he behaved like this, the more at ease the other party felt.

Even the disciples of Qingyang Temple felt great pressure when facing Huanhen. If Huanhen suddenly became as kind and gentle as other teachers and gave them earnest instructions one day, they would only feel terrified.

Huanhen restrained his sword intent and walked to the gate of the palace. Just as he was about to trigger the restriction and go to pay a visit to the abbot, a flash of light suddenly appeared on the pendant hanging on his waist.

His expression changed slightly and he stopped, a little surprised. Then his figure flashed and disappeared.

After Huanhen left, all the disciples felt relieved. They didn't dare to talk about their teacher and went their separate ways.

At this time, Huanhen flew to a peak nearby. The height of this peak was comparable to the main peak where the palace was located, but there was a large formation near the top of the mountain, which concealed this place. From the outside, it looked like just an ordinary mountain.

The top of the mountain was built into a regular platform, which would serve as a competition arena for the disciples of Qingyang Temple.

There were two people standing on the ring, they were Shen Chen and Jian Nu.

"Brother Shen is well."

Huanhen landed on the ground and bowed to Shen Chen.

He was Shangguan Lifeng's apprentice. Qin Sang and Shangguan Lifeng were equals, so Li Yufu recognized him as his junior fellow apprentice.

However, after Shangguan Lifeng's death, Li Yufu and Shen Chen both gave Huanhen a lot of guidance. Although they were called senior brothers, Huanhen always treated them as teachers and was meticulous in his courtesy.

After paying his respects, Huanhen turned to look at the sword slave. He noticed the sword slave as soon as he arrived here.

The sword slave stood there quietly, and even the fluctuation of his spiritual power could not be sensed, as if he were just an ordinary person. However, Huanhen could sense a special charm from the sword slave, and immediately determined that this person must be a sword cultivator!
A strange look flashed in Huanhen's eyes. This person was as deep as the sea and impossible to see through. His cultivation must be higher than his own. When did such a sword master appear in the Storm Realm?

Because the amount of Qing Ling Qi is limited, whoever it is distributed to must be carefully considered, judging each person's talent, character, etc., and then it is given to the person with the greatest hope of a breakthrough.

More than 90% of the current Divine Transformation cultivators in the Storm Realm have made breakthroughs with the help of the Qingling Qi, having received its favor and endured its cause and effect. These people have appeared on the battlefield, and their names are widely known and cannot be hidden.

Of course, it is not ruled out that someone quietly breaks through, fears the Changyou tribe, and hides. Not everyone can put the overall situation first. No matter what the situation is, there will always be people who have different intentions.

Huanhen didn't care about the sword slave's origins. His instinctive reaction was that he had finally met a fellow master who could verify his sword skills. The spirit sword behind him moved in response to his heart and a sword sounded.

Sensing Huanhen's fighting spirit, Shen Chen smiled and said, "Why don't you pay your respects to Senior Sword Slave!"

Although he and Jian Nu were both at the Spirit Transformation Realm, Qin Sang addressed him as a fellow Taoist, and his attitude toward Jian Nu was obviously unusual, so he called him senior.

Unless Master Tianyue has special instructions, Jian Nu doesn't care about red tape and won't say much.

When Shen Chen first heard the name "Sword Slave", he was a little surprised. After all, who would use the name of a slave to belittle themselves?

But to Huanhen, this name had a different meaning. He who called himself the Slave of the Sword must have only the sword in his heart, and must be a pure sword cultivator!

"Greetings, Senior Sword Slave!"

There was a gleam of light in Huanhen's eyes, his fighting spirit increased instead of decreased, and his whole body was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

Shen Chen knew the temperament of this junior fellow apprentice and had anticipated this. He looked at Jian Nu and said, "Senior Jian Nu, this..."

The sword slave said cheerfully, "I was just about to spar with my friend Huanhen about swordsmanship!"

Shen Chen nodded, dodged the arena, landed on the viewing platform next to him, and was about to fully activate the arena formation.

On the stage, only Jian Nu and Huan Hen were left.

The two men were ten feet apart, staring at each other.

Huanhen was wearing a powerful suit and carrying a sword on his back. The spiritual sword was vibrating frequently behind him, and the sound of the sword was deafening, as if it couldn't wait to kill the enemy for its master.

As the sword rang, his momentum continued to accumulate, rising step by step, merging with the sword intent, and becoming more and more powerful.

On the other hand, the sword slave was dressed in black, with his feet slightly apart and his arms hanging naturally. His sword could not be seen.

His eyes were somewhat cloudy, and there was no sharpness in them. He just looked at Huanhen calmly, like an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life looking at a young man who had just started out.

'Buzzing...'

The sound of swords echoed throughout the arena.

Suddenly, Huanhen opened his eyes slightly, his momentum finally reached its peak, and the sound of the sword stopped abruptly.

With a clang, the magic sword was unsheathed and the sword light appeared suddenly, like a pool of autumn water, dazzling and eye-catching.

At this moment, Shen Chen, who was watching the game in the stands, suddenly changed his expression. He stood up suddenly, his face full of shock.

The sword light dimmed and never left Huanhen's back. The spirit sword was only half pulled out of the scabbard and then froze there.

The magic sword had not yet been unsheathed, and Huanhen stood in the same place without moving a step, staring at the front. There was a sword, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at his forehead, less than three inches away from him!
At the moment he was about to draw his sword, he suddenly felt a great crisis coming, but before he could control the sword to counterattack, the sword appeared in front of him.

Huanhen does not have any protective treasures, only a sword, and the sword intent that is everywhere around him is his most proud means of defense.

The sword intent forms the strongest barrier that can withstand any attack from the enemy. As long as the attack approaches, you can meet the opponent's fiercest counterattack. It is faster than any protective treasure and is trustworthy.

But when facing the sword slave, the sword intent barrier failed. The sword easily penetrated the sword intent barrier and suddenly appeared in front of him. His protective sword intent had no reaction, or it was too late to react.

If the sword slave had not shown mercy, the sword might have pierced his forehead and pierced his head.

Huanhen knew that this was the sword of the sword slave, but he did not see when the sword slave took out the sword or what sword technique he used.

Huanhen tried to find an excuse for himself. If they hadn't been sparring and the sword slave hadn't stopped, he would have been able to control his sword to block it and wouldn't be completely defenseless. But Huanhen deduced over and over again, and the conclusion was always the same. He might be able to block the first sword, but it would be difficult to block the second sword!

The battles between the gods are mixed with the competition of heavenly power. The one with higher cultivation can use heavenly power to suppress the opponent.

Huanhen knew that his cultivation was not as good as Jian Nu's, so he was prepared for this, but the other party clearly did not use any divine power at all.

This was a fair sword fight, and I lost, so completely.

'boom! '

The spirit sword was sheathed, and Huanhen lowered his head, "I lost."

The shock in Shen Chen's eyes had not disappeared yet. Huanhen was definitely no match for the sword slave, but he did not expect that the battle would end so quickly. Huanhen could not even take a single sword.

No wonder Master attaches so much importance to Sword Slave!

Shen Chen even had some doubts as to whether the Liuli Fairy and the Changyou tribe leader were a match for the sword slave.

Just as he was about to fly towards the ring, a figure appeared beside him. It was Li Yufu.

"Senior brother..."

"I saw it," Li Yufu nodded, his eyes shining, and he exclaimed, "Master, there are indeed no false people around you!"

Shen Chen agreed with this deeply.

The two men landed on the stage, bowed to the sword slave, and looked at Huanhen.

Huanhen did not notice their arrival and stood there motionless. His spirit sword had been taken back by the sword slave. Huanhen lowered his eyes, as if he was recalling the battle just now, immersed in it, with sword intent floating on his body.

Seeing that he seemed to have gained something, Jian Nu nodded secretly, thinking that he was a promising talent.

After a while, Huanhen finally woke up. Seeing Li Yufu, he quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Master. I'm sorry for being so rude."

Li Yufu smiled and nodded, bowing solemnly to the sword slave, "Junior Brother Huanhen has devoted himself to the pursuit of the sword path, but has no famous teacher. Could you please give me some pointers? We will be very grateful!"

Huanhen showed an earnest look. He believed that the way of the sword should be unstoppable, but he would not be blindly arrogant. Any strong swordsman would be his teacher.

The sword slave glanced at Huanhen, then turned and walked out of the arena, "If you want to learn sword, then follow me."

"Thank you for your advice, senior!"

Huanhen bowed and followed quickly.

After watching them leave, Shen Chen sighed and looked at Li Yufu, "Master is in seclusion? I wonder if he has anything else to say?"

Li Yufu nodded, moved his lips slightly, and said something in a whisper.

Shen Chen looked solemn and nodded repeatedly.

……

South of Zhongzhou and slightly west, there are countless islands on the sea where the Changyou people live.

The islands are distributed in a regular pattern, and some can be connected to form an island chain. The Changyou tribe can deploy their troops here to form a solid line of defense.

In the past, there would be ferocious beasts running out from the filthy land, but they only appeared occasionally, and usually only one at a time, so they would not cause much damage, and the Changyou tribe masters who were practicing nearby would be able to surround and kill them.

Until the attack by the ferocious beasts, the Changyou tribe suffered heavy losses, and later discovered the Storm Realm, the Changyou tribe stationed its army here.

The Storm Realm organized several counterattacks, but each time they pushed the Changyou tribe back here, they were unable to continue and were attacked back by the Changyou tribe. The battlefield has been going back and forth in the sea between the two places. Now the Changyou tribe is in power and has occupied the Western Wasteland again.

After crossing the first layer of island chains, there are two places similar to archipelagos behind. The Changyou tribe can retreat again and again, and the depth of the battlefield is incomparable to that of the Storm Realm.

Countless people here were killed or injured in attacks by ferocious beasts. After hundreds of years of recuperation, they are gradually recovering.

Outside the three-layer island chain, there is a vast continent, which is the richest and most core area of ​​the Changyou tribe. Most of the famous families are located here, as well as the ancestral temple of the Changyou tribe.

The Ancestral Temple is the most important holy place in every alien tribe. The ancestors are enshrined in the temple. The aliens believe that only by worshipping their ancestors devoutly can the ancestors guide them in finding the right path.

This continent is called Shengmuyuan. Legend has it that the ancestors of the Changyou tribe once bathed in a holy lake here.

There are countless rivers and lakes on Shengmuyuan, and the rainfall is abundant. Almost 60% of the land is water, and the rest are swamps, wetlands and rainforests. There is very little dry land. The land is divided into pieces by water, and when viewed from above, it looks like an archipelago in the sea.

This is exactly the environment that the Changyou tribe likes. The Changyou tribe is born with the ability to control water, and mortals also love water by nature.

The Holy Lake is a holy place for the Changyou tribe, and the ancestral temple is built in the center of the Holy Lake.

The chief and elders of the Changyou tribe are responsible for protecting the ancestral temple. Unless something serious happens, they will not easily leave the holy lake.

The clan leader's residence is located on the shore of the Holy Lake, and the clan leader is currently in seclusion in the residence.

In a quiet room, an oil lamp was burning quietly.

The chief of the Changyou tribe sat cross-legged under a lamp, the light generating a wisp of white smoke which he inhaled into his nostrils.

Lamp oil is a special spiritual object. After burning, it emits a fragrance, has the effect of calming the mind, and can assist in spiritual practice. It is also a very rare treasure in the Changyou tribe, and only the tribe leader and elders are qualified to enjoy it.

Zhu Yan and the Yu clan members under his command are mostly brave and good at fighting, with strong bodies. The Changyou clan is no exception, and most of their members are mighty and majestic.

However, this tribe leader was short and skinny, only half the height of a normal member of the tribe. His cheeks were almost sunken, making him look even more pointed and monkey-like. His four ears on both sides were extremely large, giving him a rather peculiar appearance.

While they were meditating, the Changyou tribe leader's ears fluttered slightly, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and the meditation room seemed to become brighter for a moment.

The restriction of the quiet room was triggered by someone from outside. The patriarch of the Changyou tribe sensed that it was his most valued third son. He had instructed others not to disturb him before he went into seclusion.

He frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Father!"

The clan leader's son's voice was a little panicked, as if he had encountered something terrible. "Someone asked me to give a letter to my father, saying that he would be waiting for my father outside the holy land!"

The eyes of the Changyou tribe leader narrowed slightly. His son also had the cultivation level of the Void Realm. Who could make him so panicked that he would deliver the letter obediently regardless of disturbing his cultivation?

The door to the quiet room opened silently a crack.

The clan leader's son was holding a talisman in both hands, when he suddenly felt his hands lighten and the talisman flew into the quiet room.

The chief of the Changyou tribe opened the talisman, took a look at it, and his expression suddenly changed.

He slowly stood up, thinking about something in his mind, his face changing from gloomy to bright, and finally regained his composure. He walked out of the quiet room and said to the third son who was standing respectfully beside him: "Let's keep this matter to ourselves."

The clan leader's son trembled all over, "My son obeys your command!"