Sword Master Ling Tian

How can there be a place called Juntian in Yunzhou?

What is the relationship between this Juntian Taoist Temple and the Juntian Palace in Lingnan?

Suddenly, Ling Tian was struck by lightning and was stunned there.

On the chest, the peach pits hanging on the stardial also trembled slightly, but soon it became quiet.

"Uh, what... it is Juntian Taoist Temple, does the son know?" Xiao Mengyao stepped back behind the chair and nodded.

She was really afraid that Ling Tian would convulse again.

"Huh? No...no."

Ling Tian was startled, licked his lips, then sat back, "I just, I just think the name Jun Tian is more domineering."

"Oh, indeed, our secret environment in Yunzhou is really different." Xiao Mengyao patted her chest and sat back in her chair: "The twelve dojos are extremely mysterious. What's in it is even the one who controls them. People don’t know. But what the world recognizes is that these twelve great avenues have something to do with twelve long-lost primordial spirits!"

"Wuhu Wuhun in the early days? What is that? Why is what Miss Xiao said is unheard of in the world?" Ling Tian frowned.

"Of course, because of these things, in some small sects, there is no way to know them, and for Yunzhou, these are naturally nothing. And Mengyao also knows everything about the son, and can say everything."

Xiao Mengyao smiled and replied, "It's nothing more than a title from the beginning of the martial arts. I don't know where the rumors originated. It is just a legend that there is a martial arts of the early stage, which is the supreme of the martial arts. Super Ninth Rank. And the secret of this primordial martial arts is said to be hidden in the secret realm of the Daochang within the eight states and four seas, but now, no one has seen it, and Nantang has never appeared to possess the primordial martial arts. Warrior."

"Too beginner rank, far surpassing the ninth rank, it's really amazing, maybe it's really just a legend."

Ling Tian nodded, but his heart was ups and downs.

Because, in his memory, in the Martial Spirit Tower, he did see twelve distinctive halos, wandering above the Ninth Grade Martial Spirit, but could not see clearly.

But Ling Tian felt faintly in his heart that those light groups were definitely related to the primordial martial spirit in Xiao Mengyao's mouth!

If there is a chance, he must check.

After all, this is about his own Wuhun secret. Because at this moment, Ling Tian still didn't know what his martial soul was.

"Yes, in fact, these things are nothing but ethereal to us. It is the Ninth Grade Martial Spirit, which is already the supreme aptitude in the legend. By the way, does the son know the supreme aptitude?"

"Supreme Qualification, I don't know." Ling Tian shook his head.

At this moment, he seemed to be a cute new person.

"In fact, there are many special aptitudes in this family, and among them, those with extremely good aptitudes are called supreme aptitudes, or supreme physiques. All nine-rank martial arts spirits can be called supreme physiques. Thunder and lightning, such martial souls of heaven, earth, Dao and Dharma, they inherit the profound meanings of the natural martial art of heaven and earth, and are called Taoism. But swords, spears, swords and halberds, the spirits of ancient gods and emperors, are inherited by the will of gods and sages. Called the **** body."

"Tao body and God body?"

Ling Tian frowned and nodded. He really hadn't understood these before, and there was no record in the Ziyun Sect.

"Anymore?"

"Hehe, of course there is. Most of our human races are based on martial arts spirits, but they also have very few geniuses. They are the same as foreign races. They don't have the ultimate martial arts soul but they have the ultimate bloodline. The same talent is extraordinary. , In the martial arts, every day, and they are all become Communion!" Xiao Mengyao smiled.

"Human race will be the same as foreign race, with a special bloodline?"

"Yes, but very few, every one of them is not low in rank, at least, it is equivalent to a seventh-grade martial arts spirit."

"Oh, like the golden blood of the barbarians?"

Nodded to Meng Yao, "The ultimate golden blood of the barbarians is considered a sacramental body, like the Ao Jie killed by the son, it's just a good golden blood."

"Oh I see."

Xiao Mengyao's words gave Ling Tian a new understanding of the qualification level of this world.

"After talking so much, it seems that Miss Xiao hasn't told me that Yunding asked me to bring me to Juntian Taoist Temple. What is it going to bring." Ling Tian asked, "It won't be, is it related to the Martial Spirit of the Beginning?"

To return to the subject, these dojos are of supreme physique, and they are of no use to Ling Tian today.

"Hehe, of course not. The primordial spirit is just a legend. No one knows the secret of it. Otherwise, Nantang will not even have a primordial spirit. As for what we want in Yunding, it is indeed Juntian Taoist alone. Yes, and you must use the son's stone discernment technique. As for what it is..."

Xiao Mengyao's eyes flowed, "It depends on what the son means. If the son now agrees to cooperate with me in Genting and signs a confidentiality contract, Mengyao can tell the son now."

"Then Miss Xiao, don't talk about it yet. This matter is very important. Let me consider it. After all, it's still early for the martial arts conference..."

After thinking for a while, Ling Tian still shook his head. He was quite reluctant to deal with the contract. I always felt that it was right to sell my life, and I thought of Yang Bailao.

"In that case, I won't persecute the son, but I hope that the son can reply to Genting as soon as possible!"

Xiao Mengyao was not surprised at Ling Tian's recovery.

The two got up and left the quiet room.

"Meng Yao!"

Just coming down from the upper floor of Jubao Pavilion, Xiao Mengyao and Ling Tian were strolling downstairs. Xiao Mengyao was very enthusiastic holding Ling Tian's arm and introduced him patiently.

Feeling the warmth and softness from his arms, Ling Tian was helpless, and was about to break free, but at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from outside the Jubao Pavilion.

Ling Tian followed the soundtrack, but saw a man wearing a black long gown with a jade crown and hair standing in front of the Jubao Pavilion.

This person was a little older, about 27 or so, but he had a good face, with a light but deep smile, long narrow eyes and a tall nose, making him very wise.

However, Ling Tian didn't know this person, and his clothes didn't resemble Yunzhou's sect or family members.

"Yin Zhuo? You.... Why are you here?"

Xiao Mengyao looked at that person, but his expression changed and his expression was complicated.

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When the black shirt man named Yin Zhuo saw Ling Tian held by Xiao Mengyao, the surprise on his face was swept away, and he immediately looked at Ling Tian with a gloomy look.