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

As soon as these words came out, Pu Changyong in mid-air snorted coldly and slapped the air several times.

Suddenly, the giant palm of true energy grew in the wind and became several feet bigger.

"Young Taoist priest, you are so arrogant! I want to see how you can break my trick!"

Although his current strength is not as strong as it was in the past, he is still a genuine Tianyuan realm powerhouse.

The Ziyuan sword hanging on Yan Xiu's waist was slowly unsheathed. A dazzling white light was like a rising sun, suppressing the light in the sky.

As Yan Xiu swung the sword, a sword energy as big as a hundred feet shot out and hit Pu Changyong's giant palm of true energy head-on.

laugh!

At the moment of contact, the giant palm of true energy instantly vaporized, was cut in half and dissipated into the air.

Pu Changyong's face was full of disbelief.

After the sword energy split the giant palm, the remaining force did not decrease at all, and it went straight towards Pu Changyong.

Pu Changyong just stood there blankly without any movement.

Because he knew that no matter what he did, it would be in vain.

Pu Changyong's eyes suddenly calmed down. He turned his head to look at Yan Xiu and murmured with a smile, "Great, it's great to be young."

The sword energy, as white as the moon and almost materialized, arrived in the blink of an eye and annihilated Pu Changyong in it.

The sword energy, which was a hundred feet wide, rushed straight up to the sky, splitting the sea of ​​clouds in the sky and surging to both sides.

The violent wind that swept across the sky and earth gradually disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

Yan Xiu sheathed the Ziyuan Sword and looked up at the sky in a daze for a long time.

The people in Fuzhen Temple only saw a ray of wind over a hundred feet wide flying up into the sky from the mountain gate, dispersing the sea of ​​clouds, and then the strong wind stopped.

Zhu Miao clearly sensed that one of the two auras had disappeared, and he felt shocked and frightened for a moment.

He didn't know who won the battle. Although he felt that Yan Xiu would not be defeated so easily, the pressure brought to him by the Tianyuan Realm was too shocking, and he couldn't help but have a slight thought of failure towards Yan Xiu.

At this moment, Zhu Miao was torn between his conscience and his desires, wondering whether he should go down and take a look. After all, staying like this was not a solution.

About a quarter of an hour later, he gritted his teeth and stepped out the door.

At this moment, Yan Xiu walked up slowly with his hands behind his back.

Zhu Miao seemed unable to believe his eyes and rubbed them vigorously.

After confirming that the person in front of him was indeed Yan Xiu, Zhu Miao's heart was pounding, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Master, is this Tianyuan Realm master..."

Yan Xiu paused and said, "He's dead."

After saying this, he walked towards his own courtyard on the top of the mountain without looking back.

Zhu Miao only felt his heart beating faster and he felt dizzy.

Tianyuan Realm...dead?

What realm is the Taoist priest at? Even the Tianyuan realm is not his match. So the Tianyuan realm master in Beijing is probably also...

Zhu Miao was immediately frightened by his own thought and shook his head violently to get it out of his mind.

...

...

[In the 21st year of Jianwu, Pu Changyong fought with you to obtain the blood of Qingluan, but was easily defeated by you with your strength. He successfully survived the disaster and was rewarded: magic weapon, heavenly clothing]

Tianyi?!

Yan Xiu flipped his hand and took out the heavenly clothes, and a spotless white dress appeared in his hand.

The whole dress seemed to be made by nature, without a single seam, and felt as silky as flowing clouds. Even the finest silks and satins in the world would pale in comparison to this natural dress.

The heavenly clothes contain mysteries. Infusing spiritual power into them can block attacks, even heavenly thunder.

With a thought, the heavenly clothes fitted on him and automatically adjusted to fit his body size.

Not only that, Tianyi can also transform into various clothing shapes, truly realizing men’s ideal wardrobe!

Yan Xiu liked it very much and changed into several styles in succession, including some strange costumes from the Blue Planet in his previous life.

Thinking of this, he took out the anti-aging pill he had prepared for a long time and swallowed it. From then on, he remained eternally youthful and his face looked ageless.

After his excitement wore off, he turned his attention to the Moon-Holding Holy Land that Pu Changyong had mentioned.

Judging from the information he heard, the strength of this holy land must be very strong. One of the escaped disciples has the cultivation level of Tianyuan realm.

Although Yan Xiu has reached the fifth level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture and can easily suppress Tianyuan and rival the Tiangang realm, there must be other realms above the Tianyuan and Tiangang realms, so he must not be careless.

Although these seemed to be far away from him, he still felt a little worried. It seemed that he had to hurry up and make himself stronger.

After thinking about it, he closed his eyes and continued to practice, rushing towards the sixth level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Sutra.

Perhaps because Pu Changyong had been hiding for decades, the news of Yan Xiu killing this Tianyuan realm warrior did not spread, and not many people knew about it except Zhu Miao.

Not only does Fuzhen Temple receive a large number of pilgrims visiting it every day, but there are also many warriors of varying levels coming to challenge it.

This was because the Stop Sword at the foot of the mountain had had its spiritual power drained away by Yan Xiu, and it had become an ordinary sword, becoming a landscape of Daming Prefecture.

The overall strength of Fuzhen Temple is now much greater than it used to be, and many disciples are now able to stand on their own.

Moreover, ordinary warriors with the cultivation level of the transformation realm will not receive any rewards if they challenge Yan Xiu again, so it is better to open the mountain gate and let the disciples of Fuzhen Temple exchange martial arts with the martial arts heroes in the world.

The disciples who had been tempered in the secular world also returned to the mountain.

Although they were exhausted, there was a look of determination on everyone's face. It was obvious that they had gained a lot from this trek down the mountain.

The same is true for Shouyuan and Shouqing. Their lively personalities have been restrained a lot after returning to the mountain.

Yan Xiu sat on the edge of the cliff, closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, and sighed with some disappointment.

In the scene before his eyes, the amount of golden light of merit increased a lot, but it did not reach the level he wanted.

"It seems that I haven't cheated enough!"

A drop of water makes a river; a grain of rice makes a basket. Do not underestimate your own spirit and do not let small kindnesses go unrewarded.

Yan Xiu could only comfort himself in this way.

There were footsteps behind him, and Zhu Miao walked up slowly.

"Master, this is the intelligence for this month."

Yan Xiu took the letter and opened it to read.

The world is still bustling.

Young talented warriors emerged in various states of the Yuan Dynasty. The martial arts sword-testing conference, which is held every few years, is held in Zhongzhou. Countless heroes go to compete just to win the first place.

But Yan Xiu's horizons are no longer limited to the martial arts world. Now the only person in the Yuan Dynasty that interests him is the Tianyuan realm person who is beside the emperor.

"Has the person been found?"

Zhu Miao looked ashamed and said with a guilty conscience, "It seems that this person discovered that we were following him. After shaking off our tail, his whereabouts became unknown. According to the disciples, the last time he was seen was in Ningzhou."

The person Yan Xiu was looking for was none other than his senior brother Shi Wujie who had come down the mountain that year.

After the poison in Taoist Mingxu's body was completely removed by Yan Xiu's spiritual power, he went down the mountain alone to look for it several times, but always returned empty-handed. This matter almost became a knot in his heart.

Yan Xiu naturally saw this in his heart, and he had been sending disciples from the Demon Sect to look for Shi Wujie.

But after Shi Wujie came down the mountain, he was like a fish into water, disappearing in the vast sea of ​​people.

Fortunately, the Demon Sect had countless eyes and ears, and after some searching they finally found his trace.

"Ningzhou?"

Ningzhou is located on the edge of the Yuan Dynasty map, close to the northern border.

And now the war on the border is still going on, why would a warrior with intermediate third-grade cultivation level like him go there?

You have to know that when two armies are fighting, there are hundreds of thousands of soldiers confronting each other. Not to mention a middle-level third-grade warrior, even a warrior at the peak of the innate realm will die on the spot if he is caught in it.

Yan Xiu looked up at the sea of ​​clouds and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.