Well…
That doesn’t seem right. She still doesn’t have a sword.
So, we should just talk about life.
Jianchou couldn't help but become depressed. After a long while, he said, "After all, he was once a genius who had built his foundation in 13 days. This... his cultivation speed shouldn't be slow, right? So it's reasonable for him to be ranked 100th?"
"… "
Yu Shanxing glared and stared at Jianchou.
"What's wrong?"
Jianchou's heart skipped a beat, thinking he had exposed something.
Unexpectedly, Yu Shanxing shook his head and sighed, "I thought you were a smart guy. This master from Yashan is someone I think is not worthy of her reputation. Have you ever heard of her deeds? It seems that she defeated a small follower of the Jianzhu Sect when she was in the foundation-building stage? Did she do anything outrageous? I heard that she was in the Black Wind Cave not long ago and has not come out for two years. I wonder if she died in there. Alas, these are just rumors, but are there any real achievements? Tell me?"
Jiang Wenchao has been practicing for the past few years and has not been concerned with worldly affairs. He knows very little, let alone the two geniuses from Kunwu Yashan. He only heard about them recently on the road.
So, when Yu Shanxing asked this, he could only look at Jianchou.
At this moment, Jianchou was completely suppressed.
Achievements
Of course there are achievements.
For example, with Zhou Chengjiang, with Qi Shaofeng, killing Hong Xiaojie, Black Wind Cave...
But can you say it
so…
After holding it in for a long time, she suddenly looked up at Yu Shanxing and said in a very affirmative and admiring tone: "The Sect Master is right. This person is not worthy of his reputation. He must be ranked in the top 100 because he is too beautiful!"
Don't tell her about shame, she doesn't have it.
Jiang Wenchao couldn't help but look at Jianchou strangely.
This sounds a bit strange.
Yu Shanxing didn't notice it, but when he heard Jianchou actually agreed with him, he was so happy.
He held the small book in his hand and slapped his palms: "That's right, you finally stand with this sect master! My two fellow Taoists, we don't rely on our looks to make a living. We will definitely be able to work hard and make a name for ourselves in the future!"
"Rumor has it... Yashan is a sect that relies on looks to make a living?"
Jianchou couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah, anyway, most of the cultivators who came out of Yashan are good-looking, and... I always feel that their temperament is different." Yu Shanxing said as if "I have seen many Yashan cultivators who are very familiar with this." "Anyway, the disciples under the Yashan Fudaoshan master were all ranked first, the second disciple Qu Zhengfeng, the third disciple Kou Qianzhi, the fourth disciple Chen Jiu, the fifth disciple Bai Yin, the sixth disciple Chen Weishan, the seventh disciple Yu Zhifei and the eighth disciple Jiang He, without exception!"
Except for the fifth junior brother Bai Yin and the seventh junior brother Yu Zhifei who had been away for a long time and had not returned, Jianchou had seen the others. After thinking carefully, they were indeed handsome...
but…
Because of the face
She still didn't believe it.
Jianchou couldn't help but ask, "These people were ranked first, what was the result?"
"The result?" Yu Shanxing thought about it carefully and said, "Qu Zhengfeng happened more than 700 years ago. When he participated in the small meeting, he was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. He defeated Kunwu Zhao Zhuo in a great battle, and finally won the first place. Kou Qianzhi defeated thousands of cultivators with his sword of asking questions, and won the first place in the last melee..."
Yu Shanxing actually remembered it very clearly and counted them one by one.
The fourth disciple, Chen Ju, was defeated by Jiang Liu Jian Yi Yue He after a fierce battle. It is said that Yue He was beaten up by a mysterious man after Zuo Sanqian's brief meeting.
The fifth disciple, Bai Yin, defeated Wang Que, a genius of the new generation of Kunwu at that time, cut down the big flag and ascended to the one-man stage;
The sixth disciple, Chen Weishan, was defeated by Jiang Hanzheng, a genius from Shenling, a medium-sized sect in the Central Region, because he wasted time talking to himself and was kind-hearted. That night, Jiang Hanzheng was beaten by a mysterious man and lost two teeth.
The seventh disciple Yu Zhifei, with his "I Am Sword", risked his serious injuries to knock down the ninth and tenth true disciples Cui Shisan and Jin Feng, both of whom were under the seat of Master Hengxu, and also went on the stage alone. That night, Cui Shisan and Jin Feng were also beaten up by the mysterious man and could not get out of bed for three days.
"Among them, there is only Jiang He, the eighth disciple of Yashan. He was always ranked in the top ten in the past three hundred years, but he never participated. He has been practicing for three hundred years, but his cultivation is still at the Golden Core Stage. It is really strange that he is so slow in Yashan..."
After speaking one by one, Yu Shanxing's voice had a hint of wanting more.
"By now, Zhilinsou seems to know that this person will not attend the small meeting, so he simply did not arrange it."
Yes, the little fat boy Jiang He’s cultivation is still at the Jindan stage. From the words of his disciples before, Jianchou could vaguely feel that there seemed to be something special about Jiang He’s cultivation.
But now is not the time to go into details, she just...
"Why did Kunwu's people get beaten up even though they won?"
When Jianchou heard this, he was stunned and couldn't help but ask a question.
“Well…” Yu Shanxing laughed in a mysterious tone, “Among the ten unsolved mysteries of the Zuo Sanqian Club, your question ranks first. As for who it is, some guess that it’s the vengeful spirit of Kunwu, some guess that Yashan was unwilling to accept the loss and beat the person up unreasonably, and some say that it was Kunwu’s disciple who won and someone in the sect was jealous, so they beat him up together… Oh, there are so many different opinions, I wonder if anyone will be beaten this year, hahaha!”
"… "
Why do I always feel that something is a little bit weird
Seeing the sorrow on his face, it became indescribable.
Jiang Wenchao had heard about these things before, so they were nothing new to him.
He laughed and said, "I also heard about it thirty years ago, but in recent years, Yashan has not accepted many disciples, so this kind of thing has happened less frequently. I always feel that it has something to do with Yashan."
"Hehe, so I don't know how many people will be beaten this time. This time there are Tang Wancheng from Yashan, and their master uncle Jianchou." Yu Shanxing rubbed his hands, already excited, "I believe there will be a good show to watch. If that master uncle loses... Wahahaha—"
"laugh."
A mocking chuckle suddenly interrupted.
"… "
Yu Shanxing's laughter stopped for a moment.
Following the sound, he frowned, turned his head angrily, and saw a single boy standing on the edge of the platform.
He was wearing a dark red robe that seemed to be stained with thick blood, and it made people feel gloomy and depressed at first glance.
The sleeves were so long that the edges seemed to be dragging on the ground, completely covering his hands that were hanging by his sides.
His entire body seemed to be completely covered by this dark red robe.
The young monk's features were originally quite delicate, but they were shrouded in a lingering melancholy aura that made people feel gloomy and depressed.
A pair of deep pupils, with a faint dark red color; a dark red blood line, like a shallow scar, ran from his brow, along the entire straight nose bridge, stopping half an inch in front of the tip of his nose, leaving a sharp tail line.
The originally complete face seemed to be divided by this line of blood, revealing a strange sense of brokenness.
When Yu Shanxing looked over, the young man also raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Shanxing indifferently, but didn't seem to care much.
Yu Shanxing sensed an extremely dangerous aura almost the moment he saw the young man. It was not just a matter of his cultivation being higher than his!
But after watching it all, and still with such a fierce momentum, it seems a little strange that it ended so abruptly.
Gritting his teeth, Yu Shanxing spoke: "What are you laughing at?"
"nothing."
The young man's voice was bland and there was nothing special about it.
But he looked at Jianchou and the other three.
His eyes were apparently calm, but when he swept across, they revealed a sense of coldness that seemed to pierce into one's skin.
After taking a look at Yu Shanxing, he didn't care and looked at Jiang Wenchao. He looked at him for a while but didn't seem very interested. Then he shifted his gaze to Jianchou.
Jianchou was also looking at him.
The moment his eyes fell on him, Jianchou seemed to hear the sound of swords clashing, rugged and cold!
The boy's pupils seemed to shrink slightly with interest, and then he actually raised the corners of his lips and stared at Jianchou's brows with a look of admiration and obsession!
"What a beautiful axe..."
Ghost axe!
The young man's gaze was like a sharp thorn, as if it pierced through Jianchou's body and reached his soul, and he saw the uncanny axe hidden between Jianchou's brows and integrated into his body!
At that moment, Jianchou felt that the ghost axe was shaking slightly, as if it was about to rush towards the young man.
However, a faint purple light flashed on her forehead.
The soul-fixing nail appears and disappears!
The light gradually faded.
The trembling ghost axe finally calmed down and fell asleep in Jianchou's body.
She stood stiffly where she was, looking at the boy not far away with almost horror, and only saw traces of a smile in the boy's eyes.
He did not retract the admiration in his eyes.
But that was not aimed at Jianchou, but at the axe between her eyebrows.
Then, he spoke again in a calm voice: "I have a good one too."
Most people settled on the flat ground between the platform and the river, waiting for the people from Kunwu to take back the Shouzheng Light so that they could cross the river. There were few people on the platform, and even fewer people noticed this scene.
Even, no one except Jianchou himself knew about the unusual movements of the ghost axe in Jianchou's body.
Yu Shanxing looked at Jianchou with a strange look, completely confused.
"Axe? What axe? Where is it? Why can't I see it?"
Jiang Wenchao could clearly see that the young man's cultivation was at the middle stage of the Golden Core, but in addition to the oppressive feeling around him, he also gave people an indescribable sense of sharpness.
As for the axe...
Just by looking at Jianchou, Jiang Wenchao could also see the look of facing a formidable enemy in her eyes.
Along the way, I only saw this female cultivator using a golden round mirror, but I didn't know she had another axe.
Speaking of which…
ax
There are not many female cultivators who use this kind of magical weapon.
Jianchou stood there without moving, still staring at the other person closely.
After saying two incomprehensible words, the other party did not react at all. After a long time, he lowered his eyes slightly. The long bloodstain from his brow only added a bit of indescribable color to his lowered eyes.
Turning around, the young man slowly walked down the stairs without saying another word.
Below the platform is an even more crowded crowd.
The dark red figure soon became a small back view in the sight of Jianchou and the other two.
In the strange silence on the platform, the crowd below suddenly became excited: "Look, what is that?!"
“So… so big…”
…
Everyone looked up.
The edge of the sky, the top of the clouds.
A huge floating island came from the west, surrounded by white clouds, broke through the strong wind in the sky, and appeared in everyone's sight.
On the plain, a huge shadow was cast by this floating island.
Although it was far away, one could still vaguely see that there was a huge platform in front of the floating island, with three or two figures standing on it, their robes fluttering, as if they were about to fly away with the wind!
That is…
Sword drawing platform!
Jianchou suddenly opened his eyes wide!
This huge floating island, could it be...
"Yashan!"
"Yashan, it's Yashan!"
"Lingzhaoding of Yashan Mountain!"
"Oh my god, it must be the legendary Lingzhao Peak on Yashan Mountain!"
"It's been three hundred years, and I actually saw it again. I haven't seen it since Fu Dao Shanren left the Nineteen Continents."
"It's really Yashan..."
…
At that moment, countless people who may not have had a very high level of cultivation but had heard or seen this scene could not suppress the excitement in their hearts and shouted loudly!
On a plank road by the river.
Many female cultivators in Baiyue Valley also looked up.
"Ahem..."
The purple-black poisonous lines could no longer be hidden on Lu Xiangleng's slender and pale fingers.
Her face was so pale that it was almost transparent. She coughed, raised her head, and her calm and detached gaze fell on the handrail. She couldn't help but be amazed.
"I've heard that Lingzhao Peak on Yashan Mountain can be controlled and flown, but because Fudaoshan has not returned for three hundred years, no one has activated it. Today I am lucky enough to see it, and it is worth the trip."
The fact that she was poisoned by the scorpion had always been a secret in Baiyue Valley that was not to be passed on to anyone. Apart from her master and the female cultivator who had accidentally told the little mink, she had never told anyone else.
Therefore, even Zhilinsou could not do anything about it.
In this year's "One Person's Notes", she can still rank fifth, but I am afraid that once Zuo Sanqian's meeting begins, Zhi Linsou, who is well versed in worldly affairs, will lower her ranking without hesitation.
But it doesn’t matter…
It's hard to say whether he can survive.
Lu Xiang smiled slightly.
The shadow cast by the huge Lingzhao Peak has gradually covered them.
By the river, under a big tree.
“Pah pah pah…”
There was suddenly noise outside.
The hand that was fiddling with the abacus suddenly stopped.
Qian Que, who had a mustache on his lips, was still pondering the difficult question of whether to cross the river or not: This year, that little girl Gu Qingmei was ranked in the top ten, and this Zhilinsou was blind, right? If he also went to this Zuo Sanqian small gathering to join in the fun, would he be discovered? And that Meng Xizhou, if he also showed up here, his impersonation of him would be exposed...
Ouch, he really can’t afford to be hurt having offended Gu Qingmei!
Hearing a voice from afar, he looked up. He didn't pay much attention at first, but he didn't expect that after taking one look, he could no longer take his eyes off it.
The Lingzhaoding, which looked like a floating island, seemed to be moving extremely slowly from a distance, but when it got closer, one could see that it was moving extremely fast. In almost the blink of an eye, the huge shadow covered them directly, making the place where Qian Que was dark.
Looking around, it seemed as if the entire sky had suddenly become overcast.
Lingzhaoding is too big and flies too high!
Further along the river.
The leader of the Jianzhu Sect, Zhuxin, also stopped here with his disciples.
Xu Lan'er had a small teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, and was talking to Zhu Xin.
This time, although he did not rank in the top ten, he was already in eleventh place. After more than two years of seclusion, with the help of his master and a secret method in hand, he succeeded in forming a pill by force in the last few days before departure.
Who could have imagined
What's more, she now possesses more than just cultivation.
Mr. Lin knew more information, so he ranked her eleventh, but Xu Lan'er didn't think she was ranked eleventh.
"Master, where did Xiahou She, the one who is now ranked first in the Demon Sealing Sword Sect, come from?"
Thinking of the rankings in the notebook she had seen before, Xu Lan'er couldn't help but ask.
Confusion also flashed across Zhu Xin's beautiful face. She just shook her head and said, "Over the years, I have rarely seen such a situation. It's either a scam or a stunning genius is about to appear. The Demon Sealing Sword Sect is quite patient."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar all around.
Zhu Xin was surprised, and at the same time felt a terrifying breath passing over his head!
She raised her head and her pupils suddenly shrank and her face was distorted.
Xu Lan'er was also filled with hatred.
"Yashan!"
"Yashan..."
"It's really Fudaoshanren. He's back."
"He was a genius on par with Master Hengxu back then. Oh my god, I really saw him! He is the one standing in the front on the podium!"
"The top of Lingzhao, above the nine heavens, riding the wind, the floating island sways. It turns out to be true..."
"Yashan!"
…
Countless people looked up at it, some were shocked, some were amazed, some were terrified, some were hateful, some were amazed, some were excited, some were fanatical...
At the intersection of countless sights, there is only the flying Lingzhaoding and the immortal-like figure standing high on the Lingzhaoding!
Fudaoshanren!
Lingzhaoding flew quickly over the crowd, but Jianchou's gaze did not leave the sword-drawing platform on top of Lingzhaoding.
Is this still her unreliable master
Just as this doubt flashed through his mind, Jiang Wenchao's solemn voice rang out beside him: "No, the speed of Lingzhaoding has not slowed down at all!"
Ahead is the light of keeping righteousness!
Kunwu hadn't sent anyone to take Shouzhengguang away yet, but Yashan was flying straight over with Lingzhaoding. Could it be...
Want to hit it directly
Jiang Wenchao's sudden doubt was also the doubt of everyone below, and it was even shocking.
That shadow had quickly covered the entire surface of the river as far as the eye could see. The rippling waves disappeared, and the rainbow created by water vapor on the river also disappeared. Only the river water was still flowing in the darkness.
In the eerie silence, the only sound people could hear was the sound of swallowing saliva.
"call out."
A whistling sound in the air broke the silence on the ground.
Then, he laughed loudly, "Three hundred years later, I see Kunwu flying from Lingzhaoding of Yashan again. Fudao, Fudao, if you hit Kunwu again, I think Master Hengxu will settle the old score with you this time! It's been two years since we last met. How are you?!"
A gray shadow flew swiftly from the air, as straight as an arc, and headed straight for Lingzhao Peak where Fudao Shanren was.
Fudaoshan, who was thinking about how to smash Shouzhengguang and make Hengxu old monster spit blood, heard the voice of "How are you?" and immediately knew who it was. Who else could have made this rough and unpleasant voice except the old thief Pangdian
At that moment, Fudaoshanren turned around and said, "It's you again, Pang—"
The sound stopped abruptly.
Fudaoshanren's gaze suddenly fell on a certain point on the platform.
At this time, Pang Dian was preparing to fly to Lingzhao Peak to join in the fun and get a chance to enter Kunwu first.
In the past two years, Zhou Chengjiang has also made a leap forward, successfully formed a golden elixir, and awakened several new Dao seals. But when he heard that Yashan Jianchou's cultivation level had remained stagnant, how could Pang Dian not seize this opportunity to mock him
So, when he thought about showing off to the people of Fudao Mountain, he smiled happily.
Without noticing anything strange about Fudaoshanren, Pang Dian was about to fly to the top of Lingzhao Peak and land on the sword-drawing platform.
Unexpectedly, the mountain man who was looking straight at the place below did not hesitate and slapped out directly, bringing up a huge wave of air, overturning countless clouds in the air, and actually fiercely pushed Pang Dian to the side -
One shot!
"Bang!"
Caught off guard, the skinny old man Pang Dian, with his white beard and hair, was actually slapped away by this palm!
call out-
A longer arc, showing a falling posture, fell towards the surface of Jiutou River!
All the monks who witnessed this tragic scene dropped their jaws to the ground!
What is going on
Everyone was still in a daze, looking at the legendary Fudaoshan man who lived like a god in a dream.
Then, I saw a scene that I will never forget.
The old man who was standing on the sword-drawing platform just now, looking dignified and in ecstasy, suddenly went crazy and jumped up on the sword-drawing platform.
Towards a certain place on the ground, Fudaoshanren waved his arms vigorously. He did not show any demeanor of a master at all. He just shouted happily at the top of his voice!
"See sorrow, see sorrow!"
"Little Jianchou, come here quickly!"
"I am your master!"
"Xiao Jianchou, Xiao Jianchou!"
…
See sorrow
Is Fudaoshanren calling his eldest disciple
But where are the people
Seeing Fudaoshan waving and jumping down, everyone felt that a certain illusion in their minds suddenly shattered, leaving nothing behind.
Under the huge blow, everyone subconsciously looked around to see if there was any movement.
"Xiao Jianchou, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up!"
From a distance, Fu Daoshanren on the sword-drawing platform was dancing with joy.
Jianchou looked at it like this, and he seemed to see the head of the sect, Zheng Yao, behind him, holding his head with both hands, looking extremely distressed...
The corners of her mouth twitched.
Suddenly I don’t want to admit that I am the senior sister of Yashan!
what to do?!
Jiang Wenchao, who was standing next to her, looked at Fudaoshanren for a long time and felt that this direction...
He finally couldn't help it and turned his head to see Chou.
But Yu Shanxing didn't notice anything unusual at this moment. He just kept jumping up and down, trying to see through the crowded crowd to see if the senior sister of Yashan named "Jianchou" appeared around.
"Where? Where? Where is the person? Is he good-looking? How is his cultivation?"
A series of questions were asked by Yu Shanxing at the moment he jumped up and fell down.
Seeing that he was jumping so hard, Jianchou couldn't help but sigh and put his hand on his shoulder...
I jump!
jump!
Hey, why can’t I jump up
Yu Shanxing looked up in surprise and finally saw Jianchou: "What are you doing? Stop blocking me from looking at the beauty!"
"… "
beauty…
Jianchou remembered the previous discussion about "Jianchou must be ranked in the top 100 because she is very good-looking", and her mouth twitched. After a long while, she smiled: "Actually, there is nothing good to see, she looks about the same as us. Thank you for your care along the way."
The second half of the sentence is addressed to two people.
Jianchou withdrew his hand from Zheng Yao's shoulder, then clasped his hands together and saluted the two of them.
Jiang Wenchao immediately realized that his feeling just now was correct.
ax.
He raised his hand as well and returned the greeting: "I have come all this way here, but I am sorry that I don't know your identity."
sorry
Jianchou didn't think there was anything disrespectful about it.
She was calm and said with a slight nod: "Goodbye."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and left. A light flashed between her eyebrows, and the ghost axe flew out of the air. After Jianchou took a step out of the platform, the axe immediately flew to her feet, carrying her body and heading high into the sky!
There was an uproar in the crowd, and countless people turned their heads to look, only to see a black light rising from the platform that gathered countless teleportation arrays and rushing into the sky.
In front of us is the huge and broad Lingzhao Peak of Yashan!
The figure of Fudao Shanren was on the sword-drawing platform, waving desperately at the black light.
"Girl, girl!"
Below.
In the crowd, a young man in dark red was slightly surprised.
More than a dozen monks with swords on their backs came to him.
"Junior Brother Xiahou..."
"Nothing."
Seeing the black light disappear and fall on the top of Lingzhao, the young man narrowed his eyes slightly: It turned out to be the ghost axe.
He raised his hand and touched the light but sharp red mark on his forehead, his lips moved: "A line of sky..."
On the platform.
Jiang Wenchao was still standing there, looking up.
Yu Shanxing was stunned.
Completely dumbfounded.
He couldn't help but slap his forehead and broke out in a cold sweat.
Senior Sister Yashan must be ranked in the top 100 because she is beautiful!
Is it beautiful
Is it beautiful
Yu Shanxing was about to cry.
He really wanted to have a hundred courages to rush forward, grab Daoist Brother Jianchou's long legs, cry bitterly, repent, and howl: "Daoist brother, I was wrong, Daoist brother, I will never dare to do that again, Daoist brother, you are not beautiful, not beautiful at all, you are the ugliest in the world!"