I only have passive skills, so I'm extremely cautious

When Chen Zhong took the shadow of his long sword, the feedback to his soul was endless supreme oppression.

Jin Fengzhi took a deep breath, and the look he gave Chen Zhong was gradually suspicious. He even suspected that he had subconsciously let him go, otherwise how could an ordinary Blood Surge Realm take his full-strength attack?

Could it be that this kid had hidden his realm?

But he had already investigated, and there was no fluctuation of the secret technique at all, which meant that he should be in the Blood Surge Realm.

This... doesn't make sense!

Or, his real strength has far exceeded his own, and he can do the perfect cover-up?

Thinking about it carefully, Jin Feng's back was already wet.

At this time, Chen Zhong smiled kindly, "Senior is indeed noble and upright, with the qualities of a strong man. The sword that seems to be a sure kill is actually meant to remind me. I am grateful!"

That said, the scene of Chen Zhong taking the sword has left an indelible impression in everyone's mind.

Yan Sui was full of praise, "Chen Zhong will surely be famous after today. Whether the Sword Saint did it on purpose or not, it is a fact that Chen Zhong took the sword."

"But why did he kneel down?" Wang Taiping asked in confusion.

"You know nothing. Didn't the Sword Saint say he wanted to take him as his apprentice? That's the apprentice paying respect to the master," Yuan Wuzha said, "Chen Zhong will probably not agree, but kneeling on one knee can show the courtesy of the younger generation. As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. In this way, the Sword Saint can't make trouble again."

Several people were surprised, "Senior, when did you understand the ways of the world so well?"

Yuan Wuzha, "..."

Serious nonsense.

The college was full of discussions, and everyone was amazed. The younger students admired Senior Chen Zhong to the extreme.

Some people can't see through it, and simply think that Chen Zhong really took the sword of the sword saint. They don't care how big the gap between Chen Zhong and Jin Fengzhi is. They only know that Chen Zhong has shocked the sword saint now.

To sum up: With a mortal body full of blood, he carries the sword of the master of flying!

How cool!

They can't help but feel very proud of their idol senior, which further stimulates their determination to join Shangshanmen.

"Is this sword a suggestion from the sword saint?" Lang Yue and other leaders said with lingering fear.

"To be honest, it doesn't seem like it." A director's eyelids twitched wildly, "But if it's not the case, it doesn't make sense? Could it be that Chen Zhong really took this sword?"

"Looking at the posture, even the dean can't resist this sword. If it's Chen Zhong ten years later, it's possible, but he now, it's a fool's dream, right?" Another mentor couldn't believe it.

They could only remain silent, and suddenly felt that this evil spirit array seemed a little...too mysterious. No wonder the seniors such as Bai Lao took such good care of Chen Zhong.

Chen Zhong had laid out the steps so clearly, Jin Fengzhi would not be stubborn, he immediately sheathed his long sword and forced out an unfathomable expression, "Boy, your attitude is not bad. Now I think that my grandson is indeed too rebellious. His bad temper should be changed, otherwise his sword heart will be unstable and it will be difficult to go far."

The shadow of the long sword dissipated, Chen Zhong stood up easily, patted the dust on his trouser legs, "Thank you for your praise, but I may disappoint you about your acceptance of me as a disciple. I have no interest in swordsmanship and no talent. Everyone knows that I like spiritual arrays and spiritual talismans, and I can't spare the mind to touch other skills."

Jin Fengzhi forced a smile. What kind of disciple is he accepting? He was just looking for an excuse to kill Chen Zhong. Who knew that now he would lose more than he gained, and lose both his wife and his soldiers. He was so bitter... He couldn't say anything.

Moreover, Jin Fengzhi was even more worried that Chen Zhong would settle accounts with him later. According to his sword-taking behavior just now, he was probably not his opponent. The more he thought about it, the more numb his hands and feet became, and his brain frantically thought about what countermeasures to take.

"It's okay, since you have no intention, I won't make it difficult for you." Jin Fengzhi's attitude suddenly changed, and he looked as if Chen Zhong was his grandson.

But only Jin Fengzhi knew that at this moment, Chen Zhong was actually his ancestor, an ancestor who could send him to the west if he was not careful!

The two of them were in harmony here, and there was a peaceful atmosphere.

Jin Fengzhi's attitude changed drastically. He looked at Xu Xiaodao with an apologetic face, "Dean Xu, I'm sorry for offending you just now. I was confused for a while and couldn't get my mind around it. I hope you don't mind it."

Xu Xiaodao curled the corners of his lips, "It's just a misunderstanding, senior, don't worry."

In fact, he sneered in his heart. As expected, a ruthless person is needed to deal with a bad guy. It's bad luck for him to hit Chen Zhong, a tough guy.

Jin Fengzhi's temper, which had not changed for more than ten years, changed overnight after meeting Chen Zhong. He had to admire Chen Zhong's terribleness.

In Xu Xiaodao's heart, Chen Zhong, who is unknown, low-key but cares about the world, is the real world powerhouse, worthy of the word "saint".

Lewis, who was standing aside, had already had stars in his eyes and looked at Chen Zhong with reverence. He had already thought about the hot searches for the Tianyan Academy forum in the next month.

Moreover, Li Weier had a hunch that Chen Zhong was playing an extremely large chess game, and he could get a glimpse of it by looking at his recent actions.

"Then I'll leave first, and see you later." Jin Fengzhi clasped his fists and said, just as he was about to take a step, he froze in his place, and smiled helplessly, "Old thing, there's no need, no need."

"Old bastard, you come and go as you please, do you think I'm the back garden of your Sword Dao Pavilion?" A chic figure fell from the high-altitude clouds, and the handsome old man's face was full of teasing.

"Palace Master!" Xu Xiaodao hurriedly bowed.

"Greetings, Hall Master. Welcome to the Hall Master." In the back, all the leaders and teachers of Tianyan Academy bowed and saluted.

Many students present had never seen Ni Hengxiu, so they stretched their necks and stared curiously, and at the same time, they admired Chen Zhong even more in their hearts.

I didn't expect that the strongest hall master of Tianyan Hall in the lower world would show up for Senior Chen Zhong.

Senior is so impressive!

Chen Zhong yawned, looked at Ni Hengxiu standing in front of him, and stepped back a few steps without making a sound.

"Your half-step back action is a bit hurtful." Ni Hengxiu turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

"Don't care about this little detail." Chen Zhong spread his hands and replied helplessly.

Seeing Chen Zhong and Ni Hengxiu talking like old friends, Li Weier's heart was pounding. At this moment, he felt that he should stand firm and bet 90% on Chen Zhong.

Jin Fengzhi was also terrified. He didn't expect that this kid was so close to Ni Hengxiu. Who was the person that his grandson offended?

"Old Ni, I still have some affairs to deal with in my pavilion. We'll meet again later." Jin Fengzhi laughed.

"What's the matter? Ge Si is more capable and shrewd than you, and you still need to worry about it? Don't you know what happened to Jiandao Pavilion during your tenure?" Ni Hengxiu didn't give him face and directly confronted him.

Jin Fengzhi was angry but dared not speak. The gap between the ceiling and the ceiling fan seemed small, but there was always a rope connecting them, which could not be crossed.

"Forget it, I haven't moved my hands and feet for many years, play with me." Ni Hengxiu jumped to the clouds first and disappeared in front of everyone.

"I..."

Jin Fengzhi refused in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it directly. After all, he was the Sword Saint of Jiandao Pavilion. If he gave in before the fight, how could he be respected by the world?

"How can I refuse an old friend's invitation?"

"After years of seclusion, my sword is almost rusty. Today I will use you to sharpen it."

Whether you can win or not is one thing, but you must not lose in momentum. What if you make great progress, or what if Ni Hengxiu's cultivation stagnates and makes no progress?

His brain directly ignored the scene of being pressed to the ground and hammered by Ni Hengxiu.

The figures of both of them were obscured by thick clouds, and it was obvious that neither of them wanted to be seen in the specific process of the battle.

Everyone, including Chen Zhong, turned into a dog looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

Boom——

The sky and the earth shook with thunder.

The wind burst, and a nine-sword spiritual power tornado formed.

Then, tens of thousands of long swords appeared out of thin air, suspended in the sky to condense a sword formation, spinning in circles.

Jin Fengzhi used all his strength!

The howling wind filled the sky, the Linglong Mountains were wrapped in darkness, thunder and lightning, wind and rain, and a looming figure passed through the clouds.

This is another signature ability of the Grandmaster Realm - mobilizing the spiritual power of heaven and earth!

"You are still so fancy." Ni Hengxiu chuckled.

Then, lightning and thunder roared.

The illuminated cloud group could clearly see a figure teleporting behind another person and kicking out.

Bang!

Jin Fengzhi fell from a high place, and the long sword in his hand was hit by a strong wind that came from behind, and exploded into debris all over the sky.

A fifth-grade peak spiritual weapon disappeared just like that.

"Puff..."

As soon as he fell to the ground, Jin Fengzhi spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the spiritual energy on his body was reduced by most of the time. His face was as pale as a terminally ill patient who had been bedridden for ten years.

From beginning to end, it was just one move.

One move determines the outcome!

"Don't pretend, my kick won't kill you." Ni Hengxiu fell slowly.

Jin Fengzhi staggered to his feet, shook his head and said self-deprecatingly, "It seems that I can reach your realm in this life. If I am the wind, then you are moving at the speed of light, and no matter how hard you try, you can't catch up."

"It's not that exaggerated. In the lower world, your sword can at least make anyone except me feel terrified," Ni Hengxiu paused, "Of course, now there is one more person."

Snap!

Ni Hengxiu snapped his fingers, and a spiritual barrier wrapped around the two of them, isolating the sound.

"I have a reason to teach you a lesson this time." Ni Hengxiu lit a cigar.

"Huh? So you were just a rogue when you beat me before?" Jin Fengzhi scolded.

"Don't interrupt," Ni Hengxiu blew out a smoke ring, "You made a mistake, you shouldn't have troubled him."

He pointed to Chen Zhong not far away.

Jin Fengzhi trembled, feeling uneasy, "Why? What's the explanation?"

"You didn't feel his terror?" Ni Hengxiu asked back.

"I felt it." Jin Fengzhi sighed.

"His name is Chen Zhong." Ni Hengxiu said calmly.

"What's so strange about this?" Jin Fengzhi suddenly froze, "His last name is Chen? The Chen with the character words next to it?"

Ni Hengxiu nodded.

Jin Fengzhi's face turned pale. Considering Ni Hengxiu's reaction, he understood everything.

More than a decade ago, the Chen family was quite famous in the circle of high-level bosses in the Chiyan Empire. Some of them got their reputation by fighting, and some got their reputation by helping.

And Jin Fengzhi is both the former and the latter.

"Senior Chen Buxu has done me a great favor. Could it be that Chen Zhong is his descendant?"

"Nephew." Ni Hengxiu replied.

Jin Fengzhi felt a little dizzy and realized that he almost made a big mistake. If he really killed the young master of the Chen family, he would never be able to ascend to the upper realm in this life. It might be the best ending to guard the Sword Dao Pavilion until the end of his life.

"Now you know, right?" Ni Hengxiu snorted. "Besides, when it comes to tactics, that guy is not much worse than me. If you offend him, neither you nor Jiandao Pavilion will have a good life."

Jin Fengzhi nodded repeatedly.

The isolation was removed, Ni Hengxiu waved to everyone, then took a step, and disappeared directly after touching the ground.

"So strong." Chen Zhong muttered.

Jin Fengzhi was at least at the peak of the Grandmaster Realm, but the reality was that he couldn't even withstand Ni Hengxiu's simple and unpretentious attack. The gap was too big.

It was hard to imagine that Ni Hengxiu's strength was still within the Grandmaster Realm?

"Friend Chen Zhong," Jin Fengzhi even changed his address, and became more intimate, "I was wrong before, I apologize to you."

Chen Zhong guessed that Ni Hengxiu had said something to Jin Fengzhi.

"Don't say that, Senior Sword Saint." Chen Zhong replied politely.

"How about this, you come back to the Sword Dao Pavilion with me now, and I'll let Jinhua apologize to you in person." Jin Fengzhi clapped his hands and decided immediately.

Chen Zhong thought for a moment, "No need to apologize, but I'm a little curious about Jiandao Pavilion."

Jin Fengzhi raised his eyebrows, it seems that there is a chance!

As long as Chen Zhong agrees, the relationship between them may be eased, and if he pleases him, he can remove the grudge in Chen Zhong's heart.

Otherwise, Jin Fengzhi will still feel guilty and afraid.

"Then let's go now? I'll take you!" Jin Fengzhi took out two big swords from the ring and threw them at Chen Zhong's feet. Under his control, he actually picked up Chen Zhong and flew into the sky.

Just like that, the two disappeared into the horizon.

This decisive operation stunned everyone below, especially Jia Shuangshuang.

She pursed her lips, extremely disappointed, she was clearly ready to warm the bed for her master!

I was so angry, when will the miserable heroine stand up!

...

A deep mountain in the southwest.

Mountains and rivers alternate, birds and beasts sing, cranes appear and disappear in the clouds, and lush forests exude natural fragrance.

In the mountains and forests, some figures fly with swords, shuttling between palaces in the mountains and fields.

The Sword Dao Pavilion has a secret technique called the Sword Driving Technique, which requires the late stage of the Minor Success Realm to practice, allowing non-Grandmaster Spiritual Martial Sword Cultivators to experience the beauty of flying.

Of course, this technique consumes a lot of energy, and the Minor Success Realm can only fly for two or three minutes at most and must land, otherwise there is a possibility of crashing.

The Sword Dao Pavilion is located on these peaks.

Many ancient-style attic palaces are built on the mountainside or the top of the mountain. The curling smoke rises, and you can vaguely see the disciples in white clothes practicing swords.

One by one, there are medicinal gardens, one by one, and one by one, domesticated spirit beasts, and one by one, firm shouts.

Chen Zhong looked down from a high place, with an indescribable shock in his heart.

This is the fantasy world in his mind!

Out of modern society, only basic electrical appliances and electronic devices are retained. In order to prevent the disciples from being disturbed by external objects, Pavilion Master Ge Si also specially divided the network signal area, and each disciple can only relax there for three hours every Sunday.

The colorful world is fascinating, and practicing kendo requires a quiet and peaceful place.

"The old Pavilion Master is back!" A disciple shouted.