In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is as vast as a long dragon, swaying and shining its light into my body.

At this moment, all the practitioners nearby noticed this change and looked up in surprise.

"Has our human race produced another great cultivator?"

"No, even a great practitioner who has achieved the fourth realm may not make such a noise. Which genius of our human race is this?"

"Okay, when those demons come back, our human race will have more confidence."

In the small courtyard, Zhao Ying stared at the scene in a daze, her little mouth unconsciously opened wide.

"Ah~"

After stretching, Bai Wu couldn't help but yawn.

His stomach growled, but when he turned his head to the left, he saw no gentle man waiting for him to complain about his hunger, nor was there a gentle woman waiting for him with a special little bowl and a kind look.

The rustling sounds of sword practice in the past were like the sound of weapons clashing, leaving only silence.

He was stunned for a moment.

"Master, I seem to have understood what the sword meaning is."

The white mist seemed neither sad nor happy, and his eyes were dim.

A bamboo sword appeared in his hand, the sword light flickered, inadvertently revealing endless sharpness.

Zhao Ying, who was standing by, was terrified.

It seemed that as long as the sword light jumped mischievously, she would die.

"Xiaoying, pack up and go home."

"okay."

A moment later, the two were walking on the streets of Luye Castle.

There were many monks on the street, and they were all looking around for something, but no one paid attention to the man and woman, one big and one small.

Soon, the two came to a wide alley full of tall gates and large courtyards. Zhao Ying stopped in front of a door with a plaque that read "Zhang Mansion".

Pushing open the small side door, Zhao Ying went straight to the main hall, with Bai Wu following silently behind her.

Given the character of the Zhang family's patriarch, at this time he would either be practicing in the study or entertaining guests in the main hall.

As expected, the sound of conversation was heard in the main hall.

"Is this the cultivator from Shoutu Temple who has made a breakthrough?"

"No, no, no, Shoutu Temple doesn't have that strength. Maybe it's a great monk who came to Luye City for training."

Two middle-aged men were talking in the main hall. When they saw Zhao Ying coming, Zhang Xi, who was sitting in the main seat, smiled:

"Teacher Zhao, today is not a teaching day, why are you here at Zhang's house?"

While he was speaking, another middle-aged man sitting in the lower seat looked at Zhao Ying calmly, and finally fixed his eyes on the long sword slung across her waist.

"Master Zhang, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

Zhao Ying said with a fist clasped.

Zhang Xi showed a hint of surprise and asked doubtfully:

"But the offerings from my Zhang family are not enough. If you have any requests, just ask."

This little girl's swordsmanship heritage is extremely pure, and she is very suitable to teach the disciples at home. If she leaves, where can we find such a person?

"No, it's because my master has awakened and needs to return to the sect to entertain guests."

Zhao Ying said this, and glanced at the white mist behind her.

Zhang Xi followed her gaze and looked at Bai Wu, frowning.

Isn't this her unconscious brother?

Then he asked:

"I don't know what sect Instructor Zhao belongs to. I have never asked him in all these years. Now that you have taken the initiative to mention it, I think you can tell me, right?"

A hint of gratitude flashed in Zhao Ying's eyes.

This is also the reason why she was willing to stay in the Zhang family to learn sword skills. When they first met, she only showed a hint of reluctance to reveal it, and the head of the Zhang family never asked about it.

“I am a disciple of Jianshou Peak. I came home this time because the sword competition will be held at Jianshou Peak this year. At the request of my junior uncle, I returned to the sect to entertain the guests.

If Patriarch Zhang is interested in coming, I will treat him with courtesy."

At Bai Wu's suggestion, Zhao Ying spoke the truth openly.

A disciple of Jianshou Peak?

Even though the two middle-aged men in the main hall had profound Qi cultivation skills, they couldn't help but look at Zhao Ying in amazement.

But didn’t Jianshou Peak disappear long ago?

After taking a deep look at Zhao Ying, Zhang Xi did not ask any more questions, but just smiled and said:

"In that case, I must go there. Lao Ba, come and give some resources to Instructor Zhao. This can be regarded as a way to repay Instructor Zhao for his teachings over the years."

Soon, the man called Lao Ba came out holding a package full of spiritual objects.

"Thank you, Master Zhang."

Zhao Ying thanked him and left Zhang's house with Bai Wu.

In the lobby, the middle-aged man in the first seat looked strange:

"Brother Zhang, is this little girl really from Jianshou Peak?"

"It's almost there. If I'm not mistaken, the long sword in her hand is most likely a flying sword, or a flying sword of a great monk. Now that it's in her hands, it can explain something."

Zhang Xi sighed.

There is only a little girl left at Jianshou Peak back then.

"That really is a flying sword. I thought I was seeing things. How could a mere second-level cultivator have a flying sword of this quality?"

"Brother Zhou, you'd better not think too much about it. The reputation of Jianshou Peak alone cannot be touched."

Zhang Xi saw through his thoughts at a glance and gave him advice.

"Haha, Jianshou Peak has been destroyed, what's the use of just the name?"

The middle-aged man called Brother Zhou smiled.

Zhang Xi didn't say anything, but just hoped that Zhao Ying could run faster.

Just when the human race had gained some stability, some people began to eat humans.

Suddenly, both of them looked up.

A flash of sword light appeared.

"scare!"

"Boom!"

The middle-aged man named Zhou fell to the ground with his head.

Zhang Xi blinked, and in an instant, a huge chill rose from his heart.

They were both third-level cultivators! They couldn't even react to the sword light.

He murmured in despair:

"Jian Shou Peak?"

......

Outside Luye City, a bamboo sword flew from the sky and fell into his hands, as clean as new.

Inhale the white mist into your mouth.

"Uncle Junior Master, what are you doing?"

Zhao Ying looked at Bai Wu's actions curiously, feeling a little envious and curious.

She can also control the flying sword, but unfortunately she can only control it a little bit, not more. It is not as easy as Bai Wu.

"Just killed a maggot in the sea of ​​dung."

Zhao Ying chuckled when she heard this. What a ridiculous adjective: "sea of ​​feces maggot".

"Give me Brother Wu Liu's sword, and I will take you home."

Bai Wu took the red blood gilt.

As if sensing a familiar breath, the blood-red gilded sword glowed slightly, and the sword made a faint sound, weeping blood.

A ray of rainbow light flew towards Jianshou Peak.

......

"This is the legendary Jianshou Peak. You must be respectful and never have any thoughts of blasphemy."

On the plain of Jianshou Peak, everything was well preserved, and even a barrier was set up for protection.

A group of disciples from the sect, dressed in uniform with the mark of a small sword on their clothes, stopped here. A person who was obviously an elder from the sect was leading them on a tour.

This is the disciple of Jianyi Sect.

The Kendo competition will be held here this year, and they need to make arrangements in advance.

"It's a pity that our human race has just risen, but the seniors of Jianshou Peak can't see it anymore."

Some disciples sighed.

"If I had succeeded in my cultivation at that time, I would never have allowed you seniors to suffer this humiliation."

Some disciples also said angrily.

"What's the point of saying this now? All the disciples of Jianshou Peak have been cut off."

“No, perhaps the inheritance of Jianshou Peak has not been cut off.”

The elder of Jianyi Sect who led the team denied it.

A group of disciples looked at him in confusion.

Jian Shengchun, the elder of Jianyi Sect, has memories on his wrinkled face.

He still remembered the time when Zeguo was besieged and the disciples of Jianshou Peak were full of trust in the little junior brother they called him.

Although all the disciples of Jianshou Peak have passed away, there has been no news about the little junior brother they mentioned.