Xuantian Palace.
Located at the highest point of Xuantian Peak, entrenched at the top, it is shrouded in the floating sea of clouds all year round. Then through the gently floating clouds, you can vaguely see the majestic building made of red walls and glazed tiles through the gaps.
When the mountain wind blows and scatters the floating sea of clouds, the cotton-like sea of clouds billows from bottom to top, like the waves in the river, forming a line, receding continuously, and then stops with the wind. Slowly gathering together, especially when the sun's rays shine in the sea of clouds, the Xuantian Palace is like a fairy palace on earth, standing tall.
Buildings with red walls and glazed tiles are clustered together, but the central hall stands out like a flock of chickens, imposing and imposing. That hall is several feet high and is divided into three floors. The eaves of each floor stretch outward and winding, with several cinnabar lines. The large colored beads look domineering, surrounded by clouds and mist. Occasionally, a few white cranes fly by, which adds a touch of immortality and otherworldliness to the main hall.
In the main hall at this time, there were three people sitting on the ironwood chairs with red wind carvings. Behind them was a huge portrait of a scholar in blue and white clothes, carrying a flying sword on his back. He was elegant and noble. He was sitting sideways on a green bull, surrounded by glowing light, his eyes were slightly closed, and his brows showed a thoughtful look.
If you look carefully, you will find that there are several large characters in the lower right corner of the portrait with exquisite brushwork and charm, "Riding an Ox to Enlighten the Sword", and the young scholar in the portrait is none other than Xuantian, the founder of the Xuantian Sword Sect. What the old man looked like when he was young.
Among the three people sitting in the hall, the one on the left is wearing a black robe. He exudes a sinister aura. His face is expressionless, looking a little dull, and his expression seems a little dull. He is dressed in black. He is Xuan Tian. Shura.
The one on the right is dressed in a white robe, and even his black hair is wrapped with an ordinary white ribbon. He is spotless, giving people a sense of being out of the world. He has a soft smile on his face. His face is extremely beautiful, with a pair of red and phoenix eyes, like a painting. The woman inside is ordinary, but the Adam's apple in the throat shows his gender.
"Can you see what spell that little guy used?" A warm voice suddenly sounded, coming from the mouth of the young man in purple shirt in the middle.
The young man in a purple shirt seems to have a childish face, but his eyes are full of vicissitudes of life. Those eyes are definitely not something that a young man can have. Only after the baptism of years can he have such emotional eyes.
The purple-shirted boy's lips were red and his teeth were white. His aged eyes were watching the competition in Xuantianfeng Square with some interest. There was a wooden hairpin in his hair that was no different from ordinary wood. His aura was like a He is an ordinary person, but when asked, the smile on his lips makes people feel like they are bathing in the spring breeze, which makes them quite fond of him.
Who else can make Xuantian Shura, Jian Wuxie and others inferior except the head of Xuantian Sword Sect? The young man in purple robe is Jian Wuxin, the eleventh headmaster of Xuantian Sword Sect. The elegant and handsome man in white robe on the right hand is Jian Wuxin's younger brother, Jian Wuxuan.
For many years, the three peaks have been dominated by Xuantian Peak, and most of the sect leaders have historically come from Xuantian Peak. Even Xuantian Temple is also on Xuantian Peak. The three people who used to practice in seclusion have recently accepted disciples once every ten years. They all came out one after another and paid attention to this group of new disciples. These people are the fresh blood of Xuantian Sword Sect. The reason why a sect can stand firm is not the sect’s heritage, nor the sect’s magic weapons and methods, nor the sect’s magic weapons and methods. What a powerful monk in the sect, but fresh blood.
Without younger disciples, in a powerful sect holy land, no matter how many senior monks the sect has, it will only have a day of decline, and then only decline or even destruction awaits. Xuantian Sword Sect is facing this problem now.
Hearing the inquiry from the headmaster brother, Jian Wuxuan on the right shook his head gently, and a look of doubt appeared on his eyebrows. His red phoenix eyes that seemed to be dripping with water blinked, and then he said softly, " This is the first time in so many years that I have seen such a mysterious magic technique. When the little guy used this technique just now, he felt that his whole person became sacred and peaceful. Although his cultivation level is low now, this technique is The breath that Jue reveals does not belong to those powerful ones. I really don’t know what kind of power this little guy will have when he uses this mysterious method after he can cultivate into Nascent Soul."
Xuantian Sword Sect's headmaster Jian Wuxin smiled noncommittally, and then continued to look at the scene in the arena with an interested expression.
"Could it be that it came from the Wuming Temple? Look at the Sanskrit sounds and flower petals in the method. The visionary light curtain is obviously a Buddhist method, and the Wuming Temple is the most powerful in Buddhism." He had been sitting there in a daze. Jian Wuxie said suddenly, but his face was gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking of. His words were still as cold as the day he accepted his disciple, even when facing his senior brother.
"Probably not." After pondering for a while, the man in white robe retorted, his red phoenix eyes narrowed, and he continued to observe this mysterious little guy with his spiritual consciousness.
"Anyway, this little guy is a disciple of my Xuantian Sword Sect. The most important thing is that this kid is good. I like him regardless of his temperament or conduct." A gentle voice came from the mouth of the purple-shirted boy. His words were as plain as a cup of old tea but possessing Charming.
It seems that Jian Wuxie, who is known as Xuantian Shura, and Chuchen Jian Wuxuan did not expect that it was rare to hear praise from the master brother, but it would come out of their mouths today. What's more important is that the object of praise is still the same person. A little guy who has not yet started in the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Both of them looked surprised, and then looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.
The next moment, Xuantian Shura Jian Wuxie returned to his dull and dull expression. Instead, Jian Wuxuan raised his eyebrows on the right, and his face revealed a questioning tone, "Oh? Could it be that the headmaster brother has taken a liking to this little boy?" Guys, are you going to accept a disciple again?" He seemed to be very concerned about the apprenticeship of the master teacher in front of him. After asking, he didn't even blink and stared at Jian Wuxin.
Seemingly feeling guilty when being stared at by his junior brother, he explained patiently, "No, besides, there are still three years left, and that little girl Shasha alone gives me a terrible headache. How can I still have the energy to recruit apprentices?" .”
After Jian Wuxin finished speaking, he suddenly regretted it, and then timidly glanced at Jian Wuxuan, who was dressed in white robes, from the corner of his eye. Sure enough, Jian Wuxuan's face changed, and he looked unkind, and each eyebrow was more wrinkled. How deep.
"Huh, thank you for having the nerve to talk about Shasha. You have to compete with me as an apprentice. You already have five apprentices, and you still compete with me. You know, I don't have one." The handsome Xuan Wuxie even looked angry. There is no lethality in that vicious look.
Jian Wuxin laughed awkwardly, and quickly changed the topic without continuing to discuss this topic, "Shasha is not very old, and she has only been introduced for a short time. Her cultivation level is almost as good as that of Wu Tianshan, the third child." , he was just too naughty and gave me a terrible headache and caused trouble everywhere.”
Looking at the smile on Jian Wuxin's face, even though he was blaming her, in her heart she loved this girl named Shasha very much. She was also the youngest of her sixth disciples. Not only was she young, she was also talented in swordsmanship. Jian Wuxin was amazed.
Xuantian Shura, who was wearing a black robe on the side, heard the conversation between the two, and suddenly felt that his interest was waning and a bit boring. He drifted away without saying hello, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. As for the outcome of the Xuantian Peak Square outside, this He could tell the difference in one move and knew who won without even looking. Xuantian Shura, who had nothing to do, suddenly felt a little uninterested in the conversation between his two senior brothers.
Seeing Xuantian Shura Jian Wuxie drifting away, Jian Wuxin, who was originally smiling, suddenly sighed softly, and the sound of the sigh floated in the vast hall and slowly echoed.
"Junior brother, his temperament has become more and more erratic in recent years." Jian Wuxuan, a man in white robe, frowned and said with some worry.
"You can't blame him. He has paid enough for the sect over the years. If it hadn't been for that matter, things would not have turned out like this now. When the outer sect disciples enter the inner sect three years later, the day of accepting disciples will also come. Let him accept a disciple and teach him patiently, so that he will not be idle every day, either practicing in seclusion or in a daze, living in memories and unable to get out." Jian Wuxin had a complicated look on his face, and he did feel a little hurt for this junior brother himself. He couldn't believe it no matter what he said. He wouldn't listen no matter what.
The competition in Xuantian Peak Square was still going on. No one could have imagined that even Jian Wuxin, the headmaster of Xuantian Sword Sect, was quietly observing the competition with his spiritual consciousness in Xuantian Palace.
In the field, the tornado transformed from the wind and frost in the sky was about to involve the two golden-patterned dragons playing with the twin dragons. The wind and frost transformed by the violent spiritual power made the vision more and more blurred, blocking everyone's eyes. .
boom!
Only a huge roar was heard, and a flash of white light was seen, just like the most brilliant moment of fireworks, and then the air wave of a mushroom cloud first entered people's field of vision. When the air wave caused by it filled the sky When the wind and frost gradually dissipated, and the spiritual power fluctuations in the venue suddenly disappeared, everyone finally saw clearly the scene on the stone platform.
I saw that the black cloth band that restrained Zhao Jiuge's long hair had long since fallen off, his hair was disheveled, his face was pale with a bit of redness, his eyes were staring at the opposite side fiercely, his body seemed a little weak and shaky, but his spine still maintained its pride. Stand tall and do not fall.
A few dozen meters away opposite Zhao Jiuge, the scarred boy had already fallen to the ground, like a dead dog. His sluggish aura proved that he was still alive and not dead. His clothes had already been torn apart, and the white There are blood stains on the clothes, just like countless plum blossoms painted on a white scroll painting, dazzling and moving.
This station has finally come to an end. Who would have thought that the previously domineering scarred boy would end up like this!
The scarred boy moved his fingers slightly and fell to the ground, but looked at Zhao Jiuge with a vicious and resentful look in his eyes. Seeing the scarred boy's still stiff-mouthed expression, he walked towards the lying place slowly with vain steps. The scarred boy was like a pile of mud on the ground.
hiss…
Everyone in the audience held their breath and took a breath of air-conditioning. The boy with the scar had not given up yet, so no one could stop this match. But now the boy with the scar obviously has no power to fight anymore, although Zhao Jiuge was also shaken. But it is much stronger than Scar Boy, so what does Zhao Jiuge want to do now