I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

The long sword exuded a powerful pressure, stopping all warriors below the third rank at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, Yan Xiu's ethereal voice came from the top of the mountain.

"This sword is called Stop. Those below the third rank are not allowed to trespass recklessly. Those who disobey will bear the consequences at their own risk!"

The loud sound was like thunder, deafening.

The people living around the foot of the mountain recognized the voice and knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of Fuzhen Temple.

"I want to see what you can do!"

A warrior at the peak of the fourth rank snorted coldly, and shook his strong arms violently, and his powerful true qi formed a protective shield on his body surface.

He growled and strode up the mountain.

At the beginning, he was walking very fast, but when he was three feet away from the Stop Sword, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be an invisible force pulling in the air around him.

He immediately used his mental skills to activate his true energy, isolating himself from the resistance and continued moving forward.

"Nothing more than that!"

He laughed loudly, and as soon as he took a step forward with his left foot, the Stop Sword made a buzzing sound.

A sharp sword energy slashed out from the void and attacked straight ahead.

The fourth-grade warrior had no time to dodge, and his Qi shield suddenly shattered. He flew backwards like a broken sandbag, his life or death uncertain.

The others who were originally ready to make a move gave up their thoughts after seeing this scene.

The only two remaining masters of the Transformation Realm looked at each other.

"Let's go up the mountain and see who this expert is."

After saying that, the two of them took steps forward together.

Facing two people who were walking towards them as if they were one, the Stop Sword was like an ordinary sword, silent and motionless.

"It's amazing! This sword can actually distinguish who is a master of the Transformation Realm."

"I'm afraid only a master of the Xiantian realm can do this."

"That's not right. How can this person go up there without any cultivation?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned their eyes to a pilgrim going up the mountain.

He was seen walking up the mountain step by step, and the Stop Sword had no reaction at all.

All of the warriors looked at each other in surprise.

...

A moment later, two masters of the state of transformation arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple.

Yan Xiu had already been waiting here. Next to him was a wooden table with the four treasures of the study on it.

"You two are here to learn martial arts?"

One of them nodded, clasped his fists and said, "Brother Gao from Cangzhou heard about the Taoist's deeds and came to ask for your advice."

Yan Xiu took a look at the two of them and found that both of them were at the third level of transformation realm.

It's a little weak, but it's better than nothing.

He smiled and said, "As long as you two can defeat me in one move, you can choose any martial arts secret book in this martial arts pavilion."

Although their cultivation levels are both at the third level of transformation, they have been practicing together since birth and have been inseparable for decades. They have already reached the level of telepathy, and when they join forces, they can defeat even those at the first level of transformation.

Just as they were about to attack, Yan Xiu suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute, if you two lose, please leave your unique skills behind, how about that?"

The two brothers looked at each other and whispered, "Okay, sorry!"

After saying that, they attacked from the left and right.

Boom!

They only felt a flash before their eyes, their heads went dizzy, and they felt a sharp pain in their chests and then they flew out.

Looking at Yan Xiu standing beside the table with a faint smile on his face, the two of them felt cold sweats on their backs.

They didn't even see how they were injured. If it was really a life-and-death battle, they would probably have been beheaded long ago.

The two brothers endured the severe pain and bowed to Yan Xiuxiu.

"Thank you for showing mercy, Taoist priest."

Yan Xiu waved his hand lightly, and the paper and pen automatically floated towards the two of them without any wind.

The two men were also convinced and left after leaving behind their life's unique skills.

at the foot of the mountain.

A group of warriors waited anxiously, and finally the Gao brothers came down the mountain.

Faced with the questioning from many of their peers, the two brothers both smiled bitterly.

"Failed!"

This statement was met with cries of disbelief.

Although the two of them were only at the third level of the Transformation Realm, and were not much worse than the first level when they joined forces, they were defeated by Yan Xiu in just one move. How could this not be surprising?

After Yan Xiu returned to his residence, the survival reward popped up.

[In the 18th year of Jianwu, the Gao brothers from Cangzhou came from afar to seek martial arts. You defeated them and successfully survived the disaster. You will be rewarded: magical power, ever-changing]

This is a magical power of transformation, which can transform one into any thing in the world, from a real dragon or unicorn to an earthworm or ant.

Yan Xiu showed a look of satisfaction after inheriting this magical power. This skill is not easy to practice. It seems that he needs to spend a lot of time practicing it every day.

Although Yan Xiu defeated the Gao brothers, they were not outstanding figures in the martial arts world and naturally did not attract much attention.

But Helian Cheng continued on the road.

By the end of the year, Helian Cheng had traveled to several states of the Yuan Dynasty, rarely suffering a defeat along the way. He was innately skilled, and could defeat all masters of the realm of transformation with just the first move of the Thousand Machine Sword Art.

Wherever he went, he would challenge the local famous sects as he did in the past, and then leave behind the legend of Fuzhen Temple.

Gradually, the rumor that the Fuzhen Temple contained the best martial arts secrets in the world, coupled with the deliberate propaganda of the Demon Sect, spread faster and wider, and finally attracted the attention of some interested people.

Helian Cheng, who had never been defeated since he came down the mountain, finally met an enemy that he found quite difficult to deal with.

...

Yan Xiu sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, Shou Yuan and the other man were also meditating and practicing beside him.

Suddenly, a thin electric light flashed across his palm.

"It seems that someone in the Xiantian realm can't bear it anymore..."

This was the feedback after activating the life-saving talisman he left for Helian Cheng. As long as this situation occurred, it meant that someone in the innate realm had taken action against Helian Cheng.

However, he was not worried. Once the talisman came out, the Xiantian Realm must retreat with all their strength if they don't want to end up seriously injured. This way, Helian Cheng would have time to escape calmly.

Yan Xiu closed his eyes and continued to comprehend the ever-changing supernatural powers.

"Come on, I hope you won't let me be happy for nothing."

In the mountains and forests, the blue phoenix was making a loud and high-pitched cry.

...

...

The nineteenth year of Jianwu.

spring.

The Jianmu sapling has grown to the same height as a three-year-old child, with new buds sprouting from its branches, and gradually emitting a faint spiritual energy.

Shouyuan and Shouqingzheng discussed with each other in the courtyard.

The two of them were only ten years old, but they had already entered the seventh level and were only one step away from the middle third level.

Such aptitude is considered a natural talent in any sect, and they are cultivated as potential leaders, but there is still a long way to go before the two can take on heavy responsibilities.

When the disciples of Fuzhen Temple learned that the Cangwu Pavilion had been supplemented with thousands of books on superior martial arts, they rushed in and read them without sleep or food.

In just a few months, various martial arts flourished in Fuzhen Temple.

Yan Xiu was happy to see all of this. He hoped that Fuzhen Temple would absorb martial arts from all over the world and become the first martial arts holy land in the Yuan Dynasty.

Since the beginning of this year, Taoist Mingxu handed over the position of abbot to Yan Xiu, retreated behind the scenes, and rarely interfered in the affairs of the temple.

Now Yan Xiu is nominally the abbot of Fuzhen Temple, but he has no experience in interacting with people, so he still leaves all matters, big and small, to Li Feng to handle, and focuses on his own practice.

Suddenly he felt the vast spiritual energy in his body begin to surge.

Yan Xiu slowly opened his eyes with a calm expression.

"finally come..."