As long as there are enough vests, the plot can't kill me

The sword that had been accumulating strength for a long time was swung out, but it did not have the power that had been imagined.

call!

The gentle breeze blowing by makes people feel sleepy and want to fall asleep on the spot, and some hazy pictures seem to float in front of their eyes.

In the darkness, on the rough sea, huge waves kept hitting the rocks, making bursts of noise.

In the vast waters, the fisherman who has worked all day is rocking his boat and drifting with the waves, approaching the lights in the distance.

Perhaps it was because of today's good harvest, or perhaps there were some important people and things behind the fire that guided the direction. The eagerness and expectation on the fisherman's face were particularly clear in the dim environment.

Close, very close...

As the boat entered the harbor, I could already see arms holding candles and waving on the shore, and I could hear shouts and cheers ahead.

A feeling of joy surged in the hearts of countless onlookers. They felt the same way and couldn't help but look forward to the meeting between the two sides.

Boom boom boom!

At this moment, a group of ferocious monsters and demons descended from the sky with terrifying momentum and disgusting laughter, completely destroying this warm scene.

The tranquility was completely broken by the killing. The lights on the shore did not disappear, but were replaced by raging fires and innocent old and weak people running away screaming.

The anxious fisherman rowed the boat desperately, his whole body was cold and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Choking!

The onlookers heard the crisp sound of swords and the oars turned into cold blades without knowing when.

Being in the situation themselves, they could understand the fisherman's anger and couldn't help but cheer him on secretly, hoping that he could successfully expel these demons and protect this peace.

Finally, Leng Feng, who carried all the emotions of his master, turned into a man-eating beast, opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the laughing evil spirits.

Just when people were ready to cheer and rejoice...

"Po! Wake up!"

A loud shout came from the sky, interrupting everyone's thoughts, and at the same time, dawn broke.

There are no fishermen, no small harbor, and no warm candlelight.

Everyone returned to Mofeng City and the viewing platform of the ceremony, and saw the environment clearly.

The experience just now was actually just a fictional illusion.

Realizing this, all the cultivators who were brought into the illusion broke out in cold sweats, and the younger ones who were not yet at the Nascent Soul stage could not help but tremble.

Such a real and terrifying murderous atmosphere, is this the sword saint after transcendence?

Before anyone could express their feelings, the overwhelming roar that sounded overhead could not be ignored.

Bang!

After the deafening roar, there was a series of uncomfortable sounds that made people's teeth ache. The spirit boat that was barely put together and symbolized the majesty of the Wenxian Sect finally couldn't hold on.

Tweet!

Countless figures turned into streams of light and escaped from inside. Large pieces of debris fell from the sky and smashed heavily into the ground below.

Mo Wuyan was the calmest among all the people. He raised his hand and took the valuable scraps, with an incomprehensible smile on his face.

Shangguan Jie opened his eyes wide, swallowed his saliva, and pounded his legs hard, feeling like thousands of ants were crawling in his heart.

He Yao and Shen Yanshi, two young masters from aristocratic families, trembled all over and had the urge to kowtow and become their disciples.

Because this knife is so cool.

Ling Moxue and other rising stars of the sect, including Liu Wuyi, who had not yet healed from an old injury and was now barely standing on his master's flying sword, all looked shocked and could not believe the facts before their eyes.

They finally understood a very simple and realistic truth: The Heavenly Master is not only possessed by the sects!

At this point, even a mortal with little experience could react to what the previous scene was.

They all looked up at the figure half-crouching in the air and keeping the knife-wielding posture, their admiration was beyond words.

He fought one against three and finally destroyed the spirit boat.

So strong!

[Blend your emotions with the world, draw resonance from all living things, and let the fire of life's heart burn in your body. It's amazing that you can take this step, Xiao Kun.]

Jun Heng Tian Zun touched the half-remaining robe and could not help but let out a cry of exclamation.

Just now, the three of them worked together to resolve that domineering and fierce attack, preventing the sect from becoming a complete joke.

It’s true that the new wave pushes the old wave forward!

Xiao Kun?

When Uncle Kun heard this old name, he suddenly felt a little disgusted.

He rolled his eyes like the little girl, stood up straight, and put the blade that had lost its aura back into the sheath.

After this knife was born, it was inevitable that it would take a few more years to sharpen the knife.

"What a great three-step love inquiry technique! The title of Sword Saint is well-deserved, even above the Sword Sect. Fellow Daoist Ling, if you have time in the future, I hope you can come to the Sword Sect and have a visit."

Jun Heng Tian Zun was ignored, and another thin man dressed like a woodcutter made an invitation to the Sword Saint.

Meng Yunqing below shuddered subconsciously when he heard the word "Sword Sect" and instantly understood the identity of this person.

Jianzong is not only the name of a sect, but also the code name of a certain powerful person.

Among all the sword cultivators in the universe, the strongest one did not have the reputation of Sword God, Sword Immortal, Sword Saint, etc., but was given the same title as his own sect.

Jianzong!

Since this big guy has revealed his identity, it is easy to guess the identities of the other two.

The one who had spoken to Senior Sword Saint earlier must be Jun Heng Tianzun of Lingyun Sect, and the remaining rich old man must be another great Tianzun of Wenxian Sect, Wanfa Tianzun.

If we include Miaoyin Tianzun who scared away Xuezu outside Mofeng City, the four most powerful masters in the universe have all appeared.

The grand event before his eyes made Meng Yunqing no longer dare to think about the plot or anything like that, because everything had changed since his sister did not appear at the ceremony.

"Now that you have taken this step, you should know the consequences of the previous knife attack." The powerful man who had never expressed anything finally spoke.

There was no trace of spiritual energy on the rich man's body. He was completely emotionless, like a cold machine.

But the fact that he was able to protect everyone on the flying boat safely and there was nothing unusual on his body was enough to show how strong he was.

Regarding the Sword Saint's bold action, Wanfa Tianzun's response was more of a statement than a question.

His expression and tone were too bland, and the indifference in his eyes was directed at everyone equally, not at anyone in particular.

"as a result of?"

Uncle Kun raised his head calmly, facing the powerful men all over the sky alone without any fear.

“Perhaps Ling Kun is not your opponent, but as long as you fail to kill me today, I will be lucky enough to escape with my life.

In the future, whether it is the Immortal Sect, the Sword Sect, or the Lingyun Sect, unless you can always protect your disciples and elders, otherwise..."

If I can’t kill you, can’t I kill those bastards?

When Jun Heng Tian Zun heard this, he became furious and glared at the younger generation who said such shocking words, "You want to bully the weak?"

Uncle Kun almost laughed out loud when he heard this, but he glared back without showing any weakness, his eyes full of mockery.

It's like saying, what are you doing now?

"Hahaha, that makes sense."

The Sword Master on the side laughed heartily, feeling that the Sword Saint's style was very much to his liking.

He ignored the surprised looks of the crowd and bowed slightly to his two fellow practitioners, "Brother Wanfa, Brother Junheng, let's stop here today. Business is more important."

The important thing is to hurry up and find the host of the immortal spiritual root and bring him back to the sect.

This important figure stepped forward to act as a peacemaker. Jun Heng Tian Zun frowned, more shocked than when he heard the junior speak without thinking.

Of course he knew which one was more important, but this Taoist brother would come out to mediate, and all the methods would probably fail!

As expected, Wanfa Tianzun, who had a cold expression from beginning to end, showed a slight fluctuation in emotion when he saw Jian Zong playing the good guy.

In fact, when Ling Kun unexpectedly showed up and revealed a strength that could not be ignored, things completely deviated from the planned direction.

Lingyun Sect will not allow the Sword Saint to die, even if the other party has long since disowned his bloodline.

But the Sword Sect would come out to mediate, which made the top leaders of the major sects who were familiar with the inside story all change their expressions.

"It's nothing. I once made an agreement with a little girl to ensure that her parents would not be harmed. I didn't make it clear before, so I hope you can forgive me."

Jian Zong stated his reasons frankly, but no one believed him except Uncle Kun.

If Lin Xiao really has this ability and can establish a relationship with this big guy, does the sect need to show off its power today?

The expressions of the people from Wenxian Sect were gloomy and unclear. They found it hard to accept the situation and even felt betrayed.

The relationship between the Sword Saint and Lingyun Sect is delicate, and the Sword Sect personally admitted that it had a deal with Lin Xiao. What does this mean?

This shows that the audacious Young Master Lin was only targeting the Wenxian Sect and had no intention of disrespecting the sect.

"Brother Jian, when did you become interested in worldly things?" Wanfa Tianzun asked the question that everyone wanted to know, hoping to get a legitimate explanation.

Jian Zong glanced down at the somewhat flattered Lin Tianze and his wife, waved his hand and smiled, "That girl gave me a price I couldn't refuse. From now on, Shunfeng Commercial Bank is Jian Zong's exclusive property."

With just a promise and without spending a single spirit stone, he could get the SF Trading Company, which is famous throughout the world. Although the boss has never done business before, he thinks it is worth it.

Perhaps many people would wonder why the Sword Sect, which ranks second in the sect rankings, would be interested in a mere trading company?

But the fact is, they are sword practitioners who are focused on the way of the sword and are synonymous with paupers, so they are extremely dependent on this industry that is in line with their practice and can support the sect.

There are no gods in the universe, and cultivators also need to eat.

The four notable characteristics of a sword cultivator are that they are good at fighting, extremely poor, have no additional skills, and can only use swords to make things right.

Shunfeng Trading Company undertakes the tasks of escorting and hauling goods, which saves disciples the trouble of looking for places to train, and the profits from trading can allow everyone to make better weapons.

Simple and direct, the unique business model of selling while walking and collecting while selling does not require too much thinking.

Even if they don't know how to receive or sell goods, the Shunfeng Trading Company's reputation and the constant stream of escort commissions are enough to keep everyone fed.

A business that combines the functions of training, making money, cultivating the mind and improving oneself is simply tailor-made for the Sword Sect.

No need to worry about the livelihood of their disciples, and they can also find work for those fools who like to go to the sword fighting arena when they have nothing to do. No one in the Sword Sect's upper echelons can resist this temptation.

Jian Zong gave the answer, and Wanfa Tianzun nodded slightly, accepting this seemingly absurd reason.

At the same time, I had to admit in my heart that Junior Sister Miaoyin’s opinion was correct.

The sect is afraid of the worldly atmosphere and hides itself away from the world. It still uses the old talent standards to judge young people, greatly underestimating the young master of the Lin family who has five innate spiritual roots.

Lin Xiao...

"Is that so? Our sect is unlucky to have such a talented person."

"Yeah, I feel pity for that girl too."

The word "fate" is so wonderful!

Jian Zong had never met Lin Xiao in person, and the transaction contract was signed on his behalf by his disciple.

Because his unfilial disciple had a close relationship with Mo Wuyan and was called Sister Cen by that little girl.

If the Sword Saint had not appeared today, the Sword Sect would have saved the Lin family head and his wife who were openly taken away, and completed the transaction in secret, but would not have announced it in public.

Wanfa Tianzun understood the key and couldn't help but smile softly.

The plan was completely disrupted and the Wenxian Sect lost a lot of face, but he was not angry or dissatisfied.

"In this case, let's follow Brother Jian's advice and call it a day. However, Lin Xiao is disrespectful to the sect, so he should be punished."

As he spoke, this powerful top-level warrior, who was intimidating without even getting angry, cast his eyes towards the conference hall below for the first time.

"From now on, you are not allowed to have any dealings with the Lin family. How to allocate the space will be announced after the three sects have discussed it."

The tone is casual and the attitude is normal.

This indifferent declaration is even more chilling than the previous aggressive one.

block!

Even though Uncle Kun already knew that the little girl had a way out, he was still shocked unconsciously.

Such a light and natural command can better reflect the foundation and power of the Wenxian Sect, and is countless times more brilliant than Hengyue's actions.

It was not until this time that Lin Tianze and others who were closely related to Lin Xiao understood why Senior Jianzong said it was a pity.

The Questioning Immortal Sect completely blocked Young Master Lin's future growth path.

She can only rely on the talent of her five spiritual roots to compete with many of her peers.

If you don't surrender, then you will be destroyed!

"Let's go."

After issuing the notice, Wanfa Tianzun nodded to Jianzong and Hengheng Tianzun and no longer paid attention to anything else.

Lin Xiao is not worth worrying about. The most important thing now is to find the owner of the immortal spiritual root.

"Yes."

After receiving the order, the monks and guests from the sect took action and joined the main force from all directions.

A huge team gathered in an instant and the new flying boat took off into the sky.

Countless people looked up, and did not think that the Wenxian Sect, whose spirit boat was shattered, had lost face today.

No one would think that this anti-climax effort failed to achieve its effect.

Is there anything that can be more intimidating than deciding the other person's future with a single word? And is there anything that can show more confidence than ignoring the other person?

The shadow that blocked the sunlight reappeared above everyone's head, like a lingering dark cloud, weighing on the hearts of the aristocratic families and the dynasty.

Thanks to the Sword Saint, Patriarch He looked expressionlessly at the numerous eighth-level cultivators standing at the bow of the ship, feeling extremely complicated.

Heng Yue is just a small character, and the sect is far more terrifying than they thought.

When Wanfa Tianzun received the gaze from Patriarch He, he seemed to know what the other party was thinking, and turned his head to glance at Heng Yue who was seriously injured.

He then stretched out his right hand and pointed his index finger lightly at a certain position below...

Afterwards, the silent meeting hall was filled with Shangguan Wuwei’s heart-wrenching roar.

"Jer!"