Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

Flying up more than 200 feet from the Qingxu Hall, surrounded by cliffs, white clouds shrouded the mountains below, and winding rivers and waterfalls can be seen faintly.The higher you go, the wider the view and the colder the air.The peaks of Xunyang were thrown under their feet, one by one, turning into many inconspicuous small mounds.

Zhu Jin pointed to a pearl-like lake surrounded by mountains: "That's the Tiannv Stone on Luoxian Lake."

The Tiannv Stone is more than ten feet high and is located in the center of Luoxian Lake.Looking at it from other places, it is an ordinary stone, nothing special.

However, looking down from the top of Yurong Peak, the angle is slightly different. You can vaguely see Tiannushi's smooth shoulders, long hair flying, and side face slightly drooping, like a beautiful woman playing in the water with her gauze. Qingxuzi of the peak is as famous as the sword practicing stone, one of the eight scenic spots in Xunyang.

The two landed lightly on the bluestone slab at the top of Yurong Peak. Jun Yanzhi looked down for a while, then nodded with a smile: "Standing on the top of Yurong Peak, the scenery I see is really different."

Zhu Jin said: "After seeing the scenery here for a long time, the scenery in other places is a bit unremarkable."

Jun Yanzhi smiled: "Everyone has their own aspirations. Some people like to climb high and look far away, while others like to be warm and comfortable. They have different temperaments, so we can't generalize them."

Zhu Jin never argued with others, so she said cautiously: "Junior Jun is also right, follow me."

Even in early summer, the peak is covered with snow and the wind is blowing.Jun Yanzhi walked along the smooth bluestone road for a long time, looking at the strange peaks and rocks that were faintly visible under the cliff, and remained silent.

Finally, I saw a pavilion from a distance, which seemed to be built of white marble, which complemented the white snow on the ground. It occupied a small area and was divided into upper and lower floors.This place is much less imposing than Qingxu Hall, it just feels elegant and beautiful, even a little small.

Zhu Jin said: "That's Feixianlou, Junior Brother Jun, let's go."

Jun Yanzhi thanked him and came slowly.The pavilion is old and full of traces of vicissitudes, but the surrounding area is full of aura, faintly emitting soft light, and one can guess that it is guarded by an extremely powerful formation.

Jun Yanzhi didn't dare to act rashly, and stopped in front of the building: "Disciple Jun Yanzhi asks to see you."

Xi Fang's steady voice came from the pavilion: "Come in."

Jun Yanzhi stretched out his fingers and touched the stone wall lightly, then cautiously opened the door and entered, slightly taken aback.

He did not expect that the world-famous Feixian Tower turned out to be such a small space.

On the left and right are long boxes made of black black iron, floating in the air row by row, without touching each other, shaking gently.There is an aisle in the middle, and only two people are allowed to pass shoulder to shoulder.At the end of the aisle, Xi Fang was wearing a dark green Taoist robe and looking at him, his face was like a white board, with a flat expressionless face.

Jun Yanzhi saluted respectfully: "Suzerain."

"This is where the swords are hidden in Feixian Tower. Choose the sword you want."

Jun Yanzhi had made up his mind a long time ago, and said calmly, "I have a heartless request. I want to ask for the Yiming sword used by the dead wood fairy 3000 years ago. I wonder if the suzerain can give it to me."

When he said this, he lowered his head, only feeling that the room was very quiet, and there was no sound for a long time.

After a while, there was a clear sound of metal clashing in the attic, and Jun Yanzhi raised his head, only to see a long black iron box falling into Xi Fang's hand.

With a "snap", the iron box was opened, and a raging murderous aura rushed towards the face, piercing into the skin like countless fine needles, although it would not make people roll in pain, it was unbearable.

Jun Yanzhi stood calmly, and said with difficulty: "It's this sword, thank you suzerain."

Xi Fang took the sword out of the black iron box, held it in his hand and said softly: "You can't even bear to look at this sword, how can you control it?"

"Disciples will practice hard."

"Do you want to practice "Withered Wood Sword Art"?"

"good."

Xi Fang looked down at him from above, but didn't say a word.Suddenly, a dark green figure flitted in front of Jun Yanzhi without warning, before he could react, his hard hands grabbed Jun Yanzhi's throat like iron clamps.

The change came so suddenly, Jun Yanzhi's face turned purple, looking at the man in front of him, he seemed very puzzled and angry.

Xi Fang's gaze was so complicated that he seemed to want to kill him, but hesitated.To kill or not to kill is only in his mind, Xi Fang's hand tightened again, five fingers just pressed his throat.

"Zong, suzerain!" Jun Yanzhi stumbled incoherently, and shouted with difficulty, "Please, make it clear! I, can't run away!"

This sentence seemed to be of some use, Xi Fang hesitated for a long time, and finally let Jun Yanzhi go, there was suspicion, caution, and a trace of regret in his eyes: "Why did you save Master Zhao Feng again?"

Jun Yanzhi rubbed his throat and coughed for a while before returning to his original gentle look, but his face was still rosy.He said calmly: "The first time was too short to save him. The second time was too long, so he was lucky to be saved."

"Only for this reason?"

"Yes." Jun Yanzhi's voice was dry, as if he was very dissatisfied, "I dare not say that I am kind to Jianzong, at least I did nothing wrong. Why did the suzerain treat me like this and test my cultivation several times? Why? "

Xi Fang slowly put the Yiming sword away, and asked without answering, "Yanzhi, do you still remember when you were a child?"

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head and said nothing, but a sore feeling slowly spread all over his body, as if being pinched slowly, not hurting the skin, but crushing the bones joint by joint.

"I don't remember..." Jun Yanzhi said softly.

Why did Xi Fang suddenly ask him about this?what does he know

Xi Fang looked at him and said slowly: "It's all in the past, and it doesn't matter if you remember it or not. Yanzhi, I watched you grow up and know that you have a kind heart. Now that the demon cultivator is in power, since you Inheriting the "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Soul Technique", and obtaining the Yiming Sword and the "Dead Wood Sword Art", are the pillars of my Qingxu Sword Sect. I don't care about your past, but if you hurt the Sword Sect one day, I will not forgive you lightly. Is it clear?"

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head: "The suzerain knows about the disciple's childhood?"

Xi Fang looked at him, and gently threw the Yiming sword's box into his arms: "I only know that you are an orphan, and I don't know anything else. But the past is in the past, don't worry about it."

He walked out of Feixian Tower slowly, his expression had returned to normal: "There are dozens of top-level exercises on the second floor, take three and practice hard."

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Summer has passed and winter has come, half a year has passed in a blink of an eye.

Within half a year, nothing major happened, but the relationship between Huishifeng, Tianhengfeng and Hongxiufeng eased down somehow.Wenjing practiced in seclusion, but there was no news at all, but Zhao Ningtian from Hongxiu Peak finally woke up.This short fat man was too self-conscious, and had a rift with Jun Yanzhi before, so after learning that Jun Yanzhi had saved him, he put on airs and refused to express his gratitude.Jun Yanzhi didn't care at all, and went to visit him on the pretext of seeing a doctor, which made Zhao Ningtian blush, and finally said, "The grace of saving life is unforgettable".

Since he got the "Withered Wood Sword Art", Jun Yanzhi has spent most of his time practicing swords.This sword technique is really fierce. Jun Yanzhi was amazed by the power of the sword technique just by touching the fur, but it was really not in line with his nature. During the practice, he was extremely painful and almost destroyed his dantian.Fortunately, "Fengchun Zhenjue" has a palliative effect, Jun Yanzhi did not dare to neglect his cultivation, and finally entered the first level.

Winter is always the hardest, and this year I have to spend it alone.Jun Yanzhi had many things to think about, and went down the mountain many times, but the time passed quickly, and it was April in a blink of an eye.

On the ninth day of April, He Ling left the customs.Liu Qianmo asked him when Wen Jing would leave the customs, and He Ling said, "I don't know."

Jun Yanzhi bit his lip and remained silent.

Another month later, the group summit exam that was interrupted last year will continue this year, but Wen Jing still has not passed the test, and it seems that he is about to give up.

Jun Yanzhi didn't care.Wen Jing is too simple, he shouldn't know too many things, just warm his bed sillyly.It's not bad to retreat for a few more years, when I have finished everything, I can concentrate on attacking him.

On the first day of June, the first round of the summit test officially began.Jun Yanzhi was free for the first game, and was about to go to see the other people in Hui Shifeng, but inexplicably saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the ring of Qi training disciples.

That kid went out.I haven't seen you for a year, and it seems to have grown taller...

The breath of Wen Jing's youth is still there, he is tall and well-proportioned, and looks very refreshing, he may have just bathed not long ago.Jun Yanzhi watched indifferently, only feeling the blood rushing down his whole body, and he hurriedly and calmly suppressed it.

Wen Jing held the "scrap iron" that he had practiced for a year, and focused on his opponents in the ring.The so-called Yuanjia road is narrow, the opponent is ranked third among Tianheng Peak's qi training disciples, and he beat himself to the ground in one move last year, without any ambiguity.

The disciple obviously felt Wen Jing's cultivation at the peak of the thirteenth level of Qi training, his pupils constricted, restless like a provocative eagle.

He Ling came to Jun Yanzhi's side at some point, and stood quietly watching.

Jun Yanzhi said slowly: "Last year, there were only eleven levels of Qi training, and I went up two levels within a year."

"Well, he's paying attention."

Jun Yanzhi's heart sank slightly.It might not be easy for He Ling to say the word "concentrate".

Bitter in his heart, he tried to adjust his mentality.It's good that Wen Jing can concentrate on practicing swords, but he doesn't have to put all his thoughts on himself...

Few of the qi practitioners practiced swords. Wen Jing was carrying this "scrap iron", which was big and ugly, and looked a little funny, which attracted many people's attention.

Even if a qi practitioner uses a sword, it is considered good if he can swing it out. Does this young man have any abilities?

With a sound of gold, the competition began.

The disciples of Tianheng Peak grabbed four streams of spiritual energy and threw them towards Wen Jing like sharp knives.This disciple has a water-type spiritual root, and he focuses on lightness, and his movements are the fastest and most flexible.Leaving aside the power of the spirit blade, its speed is the fastest among the Qi training disciples of Tianheng Peak.

Wen Jing did not panic, raised his true energy, and waved the "scrap iron" in the air.

Sword Qi came from the sky!

Everyone shouted like a frying pan.

"What did I see? Am I dreaming?"

"It's just a swing of the sword, how can there be such a sword energy? This doesn't even count as a move?"

With a few violent collision sounds, the sword energy easily scattered the flying spirit blades.Qi training disciples can use limited spells. Although they can use weapons during the competition, they are not allowed to use spells made by foundation establishment disciples.The disciple used more than a dozen kinds of techniques such as the fire bomb technique and the ice stab technique that he had learned, but they were blocked by the sword energy one by one, and he couldn't get close.

Wen Jing was about to swing his sword again, when the disciple suddenly flew down the ring: "I won't fight anymore!"

The disciple of the deacon said: "Hui Shifeng Wen Jing wins!"

The people in the audience started booing.

"Boy, show off another move! Stop swinging your sword, and use a real sword move!"

"The most basic sword moves are fine! Hurry up!"

"Foundation establishment disciples may not have such sword energy! Hurry up, let us open our eyes!"

The noise under Lei's stage made Wen Jing a little passive.He had only practiced swordsmanship for a year, and he had been practicing sword swings for more than half a year, and his sword moves really couldn't be put on the table.After swinging the sword [-] times, Duan Xuan once taught him a basic sword move, but he always felt that the swing of the sword hadn't been well practiced, and the power could be even greater. With a little success in the sword, he began to practice the sword style.

Wen Jing didn't respond, but jumped off the ring amidst the discussion of the crowd, and looked from a distance, only to see Jun Yanzhi standing with He Ling, looking at him with a smile.His mind was like being pierced by a sharp sword, and he fainted for a moment.

What he did to Jun Yanzhi a year ago was played back in his mind like a movie, vividly in his mind, screaming his bad deeds and deeds, it was unsightly.Now that I think about it, last year I really didn’t have much responsibility, like a turtle with a shrunken head, I ran away after eating.

Wen Jing bowed his head and came to Jun Yanzhi, and said in a low voice, "Second Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Brother."

Taking a closer look, Wen Jing looked a little more handsome than last year. Water dripped from her black hair, not like sweat, but rather like a trace of wet bathing. It fell on her face and slid down to her lips.A thin layer of sweat broke out from Jun Yanzhi's body, but he still maintained a gentle and fairy-like expression: "I haven't seen you for a year, and the younger brother is already proficient in swinging the sword."

Hearing the familiar and gentle voice, Wen Jing felt sore in her heart, but finally relaxed.Senior brother Jun is a modest gentleman, unlike his own common sense, it seems that he wants to pretend that what happened last year never happened and let him go.