Master Swordsman [Cultivation]

Inside the sword gate, Yuan Zhen, who was meditating cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.

He sat quietly for a while, put on his clothes and went to the window.The wooden lattice windows were propped up by him, and the wind and snow outside rushed into the house at once, which made people feel refreshed.The aura in Taihua Mountain seemed to be extraordinarily active tonight, as soon as he absorbed it for a while, the aura rushed into his meridians and circulated happily in his body.He stretched out his hand, and a snowflake fell on the palm of his hand, and it was melted into water by the warmth.

"..."

What happened to the big brother?

Yuan Zhen wiped away the snowy water with his fingertips, leaned out and looked into the distance, there was a rustle of white clothes on the cornices of the pavilions outside.The four-edged and eight-edged sword shone with light that could not be ignored in the night.

The sky and the sun in the Demon Realm are always very dark, but in May, there are more days when there is sunshine. At that time, the water in the lake of Apoina is warm and cool, and the lake shore is full of small blue flowers.People in the demon world respect Lake Apoena, so naturally they also respect this flower.In order to show respect, he put this pattern on his body.When Morona gets excited, the blue pattern on his body will be revealed.

Ji Ke too.

But there is only one flower on his body, which is hidden by his waist.

The little blue flower flashed before Danyang's eyes, he just touched it, and the people under him trembled.

"Is this the symbol of your hometown?" Danyang remembered that Morona also had this kind of flower on his body.

Ji Ke looked at him sideways: "Do you know where your hometown is?"

Dan Yang blinked, and replied: "He is a magic general."

Ji Ke then asked him: "What about me?" There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Of course he knew that Danyang might have already guessed that Danyang was never stupid, nor was he stupid.However, no matter who Danyang thinks he is, since he is willing to speak for him in front of Gu Wanzhi, this alone is enough to make Ji Ke want to make it clear to this elder brother whether he is dead or not today.

Danyang glanced at him, stood up, and stuck his wet hair to his clothes.

"Whoever you are," he said.

Ji Ke laughed wildly, a rare joy.

Sure enough, it was Danyang's answer.

"Don't worry." Ji Ke said, "I'll tell you sooner or later."

The two of them were lying in the shallow water, their black hair lingering in the lake water, drifting with the current.Just now when he poked his head out from the lake, Ji Ke immediately left Danyang's attack range, letting his face be sullen.Even if it was the first time in his life, he found it very interesting.After all, it is really difficult to make Danyang happy and sad.

"Why are you angry?" Ji Ke said, "I didn't let you suffer." After all, he didn't do anything, just kissed him happily.Frogs should be boiled slowly, and Danyang should be boiled slowly.Doing a complete set at once may not necessarily kill you.

Danyang said: "Do you still remember why you came to Taihua Mountain?"

Ji Ke: "Didn't it be tricked by you?"

Danyang frowned, and Ji Ke smiled and said, "Okay. Of course I remember."

He made an agreement with Danyang at the beginning, he stayed in Jianmen, and Danyang wanted to take him to Weishui.Ji Ke never forgot his original intention.After all, from the first time he saw Danyang, he decided to sleep with this person.Although he hasn't slept well yet, the day he returns to the Demon Realm is not far away, presumably, that day is not too far away.

Danyang glanced at him, pursed his lips and said nothing, just stood up and walked towards the shore.Every time he took a step, the water vapor on his body decreased, until he stood on the shore, his whole body was very refreshed again.

Ji Ke narrowed his eyes and looked: "Your skills seem to have recovered."

"good."

"How much has it recovered?"

Danyang raised his hand, feeling the power contained in a body.With a flip of his wrist, a burst of sword intent suddenly erupted all over his body, and with another pinch, the ten thousand swords were transformed into nothing.Ji Ke, who was close to him, glanced at the flowers and plants on the ground shaking slightly, but they didn't even drop their tips.The one with the highest sword intent is not for injury, but for vitality.Danyang has reached such a situation.

"Eighty percent." Danyang said.He closed his eyes, and felt the aura in his body reciprocating, the sea-like piece of broken sword heart in the sea of ​​qi, together with the revolving aura, was gathering towards Jinghong Sword at a very fast speed.It was a different feeling than before.His former sword heart was cold and hard, the sharpest existence in the world.Now Jian Xin, which has been condensed again, feels slightly hot, but it is even stronger.

Why?A trace of confusion flashed across Danyang's face.

A trace of thought flashed across Ji Ke's face.

"Danyang."

Dan Yang looked at him.

Ji Ke sincerely suggested: "You really don't want to try double cultivation?"

"..."

With a cold face, Danyang threw him back into the lake.

Ji Ke laughed.

There is progress, at least this time it is just thrown into the lake.

There is no time in the Shenjian Tomb, when Danyang was pondering the relationship between Jianxin and Jinghongjian, three days and two nights had passed outside.The representative disciples of each sect had arrived, and the boys guarding the door looked at each other, and then they were about to pinch their fingers and close the door for the time being.During the Heroes' Meeting, no one was allowed in anymore.Just when the fingers were about to be squeezed together, he suddenly heard a 'wait'.

From a distance, there were three people walking on the wind. Their clothes had very strange patterns, some of them looked like stamens, and some of them looked like ghost faces.The leader, a middle-aged man with naked eyes and a dust whisk in his hand, is very dignified.When the three of them landed, one of the young men rushed forward and said, "The three of Xuanxinzong came to visit, and I would like to ask if the Qunyinghui is here at Jianmen."

He has straight eyebrows and a modest tone, so although it is out of date, the boy still replied politely: "Participants need to hold invitation cards."

The man took out the invitation card.

The boy picked it up and saw that the sign of Jianmen was correct, so he let the three of them in: "Hurry up and register."

Luo Muqiu said: "Thank you, little friend."

So he asked Gongsun Wuhao to go first.

Yes, it turned out that the three of them said they had something important to do, and that was to come to Jianmen to attend the Heroes' Meeting.That day Gongsun Wuhao went back to Xuanxinzong, when he received the invitation, his expression changed immediately.Just now they were still on the road facing sword disciples, and in a blink of an eye they were about to go to their door to participate in the meeting. This gap can be described as huge.For a moment, Gongsun Wuhao's face was full of excitement.

On the other hand, Luo Muqiu was overjoyed.

But because Dazhizong's expression was dark and difficult to distinguish, it was difficult to express it. I was only worried that if Gongsun Wuhao told the suzerain the reason and refused to go out of face, he would miss a big opportunity.Fortunately, although Gongsun Wuhao felt reluctant, it was really rare because of it. He also thought, the two boys from Jianmen were injured, maybe they didn't return from abroad, so there was no need to meet each other.Even if we meet, he is a guest, so is it such a coincidence that he is not right with them?

Thinking of this, Gongsun Wuhao still came.Luo Muqiu is the suzerain's disciple and must accompany him.The other one, he brought his own disciple, the one who was slightly shorter and fatter.

After registration, the three of them flew towards Wuji Square.

The suzerain of Miaofaxin did not come, and the suzerain of Dharmamen will not come.The meeting had not yet started, but it was already very lively outside, with disciples from various sects whispering to each other.In the main hall, Yuan Zhen held incense in both hands, bowed to Master Miaohan, the ancestor of Jianmen, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.He was dressed in a toga and feather jacket, with his hands behind his back, and his face was calm.

Not long after, Yuan Ming walked in.

"Third senior brother." He had a little worry on his brows, "Hasn't senior senior brother come yet?"

"Whether the big brother is here or not, the Heroes' Meeting will be held." Yuan Zhen said, "If he is not here, we should do better."

Yuan Ming sighed lightly: "I understand."

"Where's Yuan Wu?"

"Still in the alchemy room with Zhu Mingxuan."

"Where's Xin'er?"

"I'm going to change clothes." Thinking of his younger brother, Yuan Ming smiled, "He's afraid that a fight will break his favorite dress. Master Gu Shan has already broken one before."

Yuan Zhen also smiled: "A sword has no eyes, that's true."

Fragrance curled up, enveloping the faces of the two of them.

"Wait for another stick of incense." Yuan Zhen said, "When the time is up, I will announce the start of the Heroes' Meeting. Ask the rest of the disciples to guard the place they should guard. Send a disciple to wait in the Snow Bamboo Forest. Keep an eye out for Xiaolingfeng and Wuyou Door."

"it is good."

Yuan Zhen looked solemn.He didn't ask God to bless him. The disciples of Jianmen have always been guarded by Jianmen himself.

The fragrance is gone, Danyang will be in the future.

Yuan Zhen stood for a while, and said with his hands behind his back: "Let's go."

On the Promise Square, Luo Muqiu saw a lot of disciples from other sects. Although he often went out in Xuanxin Sect, the time when all the sects were there was rare after all, and he couldn't hide his excitement for a while.Among so many disciples, there were many people in white clothes in front of them, and their clothes were similar to those of the Jianzong disciples they met at that time.Luo Muqiu couldn't help turning his eyes around, feeling a little disappointed.

He didn't see a familiar face among them.

"Have you heard that Jianmen has an affair with the Demon Realm?"

Someone was whispering nearby.

Luo Muqiu couldn't help but look over.

Someone said: "Why do you say that?"

"The fight between Xiaoling Peak and Wu Dejian was quite fierce before, and there was Hua Tianlei at that time."

"Ah, I came late and didn't see it."

"Tsk, that's really a missed opportunity for you."

Turn into thunder?Luo Muqiu couldn't help but think of a person, so he has returned?Is it here too?

Gongsun Wuhao suddenly said: "Is that the third disciple of Jianmen?"

Luo Muqiu hurriedly withdrew his attention, looked forward, and saw a young man with crow-feather hair and gentle eyes, walking up the steps.

He wondered: "Three disciples? I heard that Jianmen Xiaoyaozi has seven disciples. Why isn't the eldest disciple holding the sect?"

Gongsun Wuhao said: "His eldest disciple stays in the Holy Land all year round."

"There are no first disciples, but there are always second disciples." It's probably not the third disciple's turn.

No wonder Luo Muqiu didn't know, he entered Xuanxin Sect since he was a child, but Jianmen was too far away from him. What he saw, he was amazed by it at the moment, he felt that Jianmen disciple Guoren was as sharp and powerful as a sword, and he was also very beautiful, but if he looked like Baixue on a lonely mountain, one of them was more like a flame.

Gongsun Wuhao glanced at him: "There used to be a second disciple in Jianmen, but I never mentioned it for some reason. Maybe it was Daoyun. Because of the appearance, of course I won't mention it." Strange, after all, the higher the level of cultivation, the more difficult it is to walk on the road, so it is normal for two people to fall.

The voices below were all sobbing, Yuan Zhen looked around, knowing that he couldn't wait to come to Danyang, he sighed slightly, and then raised his breath: "Everyone!"

There was a sudden silence below.

Yuan Ming stood at the highest point of the pavilion with his sword in his arms, and he could see all the people below, either flowers or green, only the disciples of Jianmen, covered in white, caught in it, looked like glutinous rice balls.Yuan Zhen's voice was clear and clear, and could be heard clearly from Wuji Square to Snow Bamboo Forest.

"The Heroes' Meeting is a common practice. Since it is held in our sect this year, I hope everyone will abide by the rules. During the competition, click until the end."

In fact, there are a few more words behind, but Yuan Zhen doesn't want to say much.Eldest brother said something very right before, when he arrived at his Jianmen territory, the rules were set by his Jianmen.He calls the shots.

However, everyone was eagerly waiting for the words he didn't say.

But Yuan Zhen just didn't say anything.

Finally someone couldn't stand it anymore.

"Won't the winner be able to enter the Little Holy Land?"

Someone immediately echoed: "That's right."

Yuan Zhenxin smiled, and then he said kindly: "Not bad."

Then the people below immediately became full of fighting spirit.

Yuan Ming listened from above, and thought to himself, then we have to wait for you to win.

At this moment, another voice passed everyone: "I have another question."

Yuan Zhen looked over.

It was a fair-faced young man with double rings on his ears, but his clothes were not those of Miaofaxinmen.Seeing that everyone was looking towards him, he said loudly again: "The one who wins in the end, can he fight against the chief disciple of Jianmen?"

The smile on Yuan Ming's face remained unchanged, but his eyes turned slightly cold.

After hearing clearly, they were silent at first, and whispered again after a while.

"Did he mean Dan Yang?"

"How dare you say it."

"But don't you want to see it?"

A battle with Danyang—I'm afraid everyone wants to watch it.

Gu Wanzhi folded his sleeves, in the crowd, with a faint smile, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the first person who proposed just now was silent, submerged in the crowd, no one would pay attention to who spoke first.

Yuan Zhen didn't answer for a long time, and there was even more discussion underneath: "I heard that Senior Brother Jianmen was injured, I don't know if it's true or not. But before the trouble happened like that, it's true that he didn't make a move."

Yuan Ming frowned.

"And he doesn't come to this kind of meeting. Is he really so arrogant and arrogant, looking down on us?"

"You're still seriously injured, so you can't come here at all?"

At this moment, suddenly a sword light pierced Yuan Zhen's side like an arrow piercing the clouds.There was a buzzing sound from the sword body, and the sound was transmitted through the Tongshen cauldron, and spread to the entire sword gate, trembling directly to people's hearts, like a big drum, a heavy blow.

Yuan Ming also trembled in his heart.He couldn't help but put down the hand holding the sword.

Is it Yuanxin?

No.

No.

The surrounding air immediately became cold, and snow began to fall in the air. Everyone present could only feel a chilling sword intent rushing towards their faces, as if tangible, capable of cutting people's skin.The Famen disciple frowned, and with a simple formula, he took advantage of the snow to melt away the sword intent.Although they are one of the three sects, their strength is transcendent.Not so with other sects.There was a lot of discussion for a while.

In the midst of the turmoil, a deep and piercing voice was suddenly heard, flat and indifferent, but like a thousand swords blowing towards the face.

"Who wants to fight with me?"