The Swordsmanship Conference is held every hundred years, and there have always been only two venues. One is Penglai, where Jiang Yinghe lives, and the other is the Hehuan Sect.
The Hehuan Sect is a neutral sect, and its philosophy is not in line with the orthodox monks of the Taoist sect, but it is not for the sake of harming the world, and it cannot be called an evil cultivator. The head of the Hehuan Sect was seriously injured a hundred years ago, so many of the affairs were handled by the acting head teacher Tong Guiyu.
There are many sword cultivators of the Penglai School, and this time is another grand meeting, many disciples have been looking forward to it, and there are many discussions.
"Ten flying magic weapon Baiyunzhou, this battle is too big." A young man in a blue student uniform poked the senior brother next to him, "Isn't the real master always dislikes extravagance?"
The white cloud boat is shaped like a white cloud and rises in the wind. It is a huge snow-colored boat that can travel thousands of miles a day. When assembled from the sky, there is a special sense of shock.
"I don't even know when it is." Another older disciple with swords folded his arms replied, "The Sword Weapons Conference is once every hundred years, which is different from the Heroes' Meeting which is held once every ten years in the cultivation world. And this time, Xuan Wei Xianjun will also be there."
"Jiang Xianjun?!" The man uttered in a daze, then lowered his voice, and said, "But for that legendary closed disciple?"
After the young man named Changye worshiped under the seat of Xianjun, people in the sect kept saying that he was a closed disciple, and Xianjun Xuanwei would not accept any more disciples.
"Closed disciple." The older disciple gritted his teeth and said, "Could it be that he is also a monster like Li Huanhan and Qin Jun? But every monster doesn't know how to cultivate, and it is always higher than others. I think This is because of Jiang Xianjun's guidance..."
Just when the two were talking about this, the ten white cloud boat suddenly moved, as if it had received some order, and suddenly floated forward.
Everyone fell silent for a moment, and then they saw the senior disciples driving the white cloud boat, turned around from the bow of the boat, half-kneeled in the mid-air and saluted, took off their swords in unison, and bowed their hands.
"This... this is..." A young man who was just starting out stared blankly at the scene, and was about to ask what was going on, when his senior brother pressed his back and took off his sword, and then pointed to the sky.
The young man in the blue disciple uniform raised his eyes quietly, and saw seven huge white crane spirits soaring in the sky among the layers of clouds above his head. Behind the crane spirits, a chariot shone with silver light appeared in the clouds , the veils on all sides hang down from the edge of the chariot.
"It's Jiang Xianjun who has arrived." The senior brother on the side
The voice was very low and authentic, "Removing the sword is to express respect for the millennium sword cultivator. This time, it is rare luck for you and me to have Jiang Xianjun with you."
Just after the disciples saluted, the white cloud boat suddenly dispersed and sailed into the distance in the clouds, while the chariot above the white cloud boat followed without haste.
Among the flying instruments pulled by He Ling, Jiang Yinghe looked at the latest version of the Sword View scroll in his hand again, but he still couldn't find one suitable for Long Ye.
There are countless famous swords in the Jianjian scroll, and some of them will be given to the best-performing disciples at the sword weapon conference as an encouragement to the younger generation of sword repairers.
Jiang Yinghe read it a few times, closed his eyes and pondered in his mind for a while, then heard familiar footsteps.
It was so familiar, he didn't even need to open his eyes to know that Li Huanhan was here.
There was a sound of tea dripping by the hand, and the breath of spiritual dew mixed with the light tea fragrance spread, and it entered the palm of the hand with warmth.
Jiang Yinghe opened his eyes and saw him delivering the teacup into his hands, so he thought it would be nice to have a careful apprentice, and at the same time took a sip of tea and said, "Where's Jun'er?"
Those blood-red eyes paused, as if they had forcibly endured something. Li Huanhan said calmly, "When I flew over Central Continent just now, I met a few monsters from the Phoenix clan, and Junior Brother Qin was escorting the white cloud boat below."
Jiang Yinghe nodded, thinking of those few words criticizing Qin Jun on the list of "Cultivation Heroes of the Hundred Years", he felt more and more unbelievable, so he said, "If he is struggling, you can go and help."
When Jiang Yinghe said this, he wanted to comfort him as usual, only to realize that the other party was already so tall. But just as he stretched out his hand and stopped in mid-air, when he couldn't touch the other party and wanted to take it back, his wrist was caught by Li Huanhan's fingers.
The sword cultivator's fingers were always slender and well-proportioned, thin and strong, but this hand that held the blood-colored long sword all year round, now clutching the master's frost-white skin, he felt a little afraid to hold it tightly.
This idea only appeared for a moment, and then Li Huanhan remembered that the other party was the Second Tribulation Immortal Lord of the Void Realm, and he would not be hurt by him so easily like a piece of fragile porcelain.
Jiang Yinghe's skin felt as cold as jade, and when he held it in his palm, something hot seemed to be burning. Li Huanhan's ever-steady heartbeat followed the pulse of his wrist for a split second. He slowly let go of Master's hand and said in a low voice, "Disciple, go help him."
There was something wrong with the voice. To Li Huanhan, this sentence was a bit hasty. Together with his movement of letting go, it's a bit weird
a feeling of.
Jiang Yinghe was still holding the teacup in the other hand, and the always considerate disciple turned around and got out of the Hearse. He looked at his wrist suspiciously, and then at the back of Li Huanhan leaving.
"What's the matter, this is..." Jiang Yinghe didn't think about it for a long time, and after a long while, he rubbed his teacup and felt that this might be the case, "It can't be that the apprentice has grown up and doesn't like the master touching his head to comfort him." Bar… "
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There are no other disciples on the white cloud boat at the farthest edge, logically speaking, there is only Qin Jun alone.
The words "escort Bai Yunzhou" are half-truths and half-false.
The real factor is that if Qin Jun doesn't stay here, the row of white cloud boats will indeed be attacked by the Phoenix monsters, and the fake part is that he is not protecting the group of Penglai disciples.
A few variants of the Phoenix clan collided with the silver-gray sword, and blood stains slowly snaked down along the edge. With a move of Qin Jun's sword, he cut open the head of the Phoenix alien, revealing the round demon core inside.
At this moment, a faint Xiao sound piercing the clouds suddenly sounded, and the two alien demon pills spun out of thin air and flew into another person's hand.
Qin Jun turned his head and glanced, and sure enough, he saw Chang Ye standing at the stern of the boat wearing a mask, his clothes fluttering, and his long black hair fluttering in the wind.
Chang Ye threw the alien demon pill in his hand a few times, then threw it into his mouth like eating jelly beans, and chewed it into pieces. He smiled at Qin Jun, as if he was docile and harmless.
"Senior brother Qin." Chang Ye said with a smile, "Thank you for the hospitality?"
Qin Jun stood on the spot, the Zhan Yun sword in his hand was buzzing, he hooked his lower lip, showing a bloodthirsty smile.
"There are even better treats, Junior Brother—would you like to try?"
Chang Ye looked at him with his cheeks propped up, half of which was a peony-like appearance, and the other half was a pitch-black mask. He yawned and said boredly: "Why, senior brother has such a big appetite, do you want to eat me? I heard that ghost cultivators like to eat the souls of orthodox monks the most. Is it true?"
He seemed to be asking sincerely, but also seemed to be just joking: "—Isn't that right, Senior Brother Qin? A bloodless evil spirit?"
Qin Jun's body is just a container, and his true full combat power should be displayed after abandoning his body.
"Evil spirit." Qin Jun repeated these two words, iron-gray eyes filled with a sarcastic smile. "What about you, you have the bloody smell of a monster all over your body."
Changye didn't seem to be angry at all, but nodded with a smile, and said, "Senior brother likes to kill
I'm such a monster. For example, these phoenix species, such as the evil demon guarding the mountain gate, and..."
He raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand was a round bead shaped like a night pearl, turning back and forth between Chang Ye's fingers.
"...the dragon on the bottom of the sea." Chang Ye stared at him and said, "Senior brother Qin, do you think that Master actually values the things you gave me?"
He hugged Ye Mingzhu, exerted a little force on his knuckles, and the dragon ball turned into powder and scattered from between his fingers.
"Qin Jun." Above Chang Ye's gorgeous features was a malicious smile. "In Jiang Yinghe's heart, you are not worth mentioning at all. You don't need Xiao Xiang to deceive him or eat him."
The powder of the dragon balls floated in the air.
Opposite him, the young man with gray hair and gray eyes stood in the same place, his eyes closed and opened again, and the cold breath poured into his lungs.
If the raging killing intent on Qin Jun's body had any substance, it surged along with the clanging silver-gray long sword.
In a way, the Long Night did achieve his purpose.
This evil spirit was indeed enraged by him now.
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The fluctuation of the enchantment is somewhat obvious.
Li Huanhan raised his head abruptly, looked at the place where Qin Jun was originally, and keenly felt the intense demonic aura inside the barrier.
It's his little brother.
Li Huanhan once again set up a barrier, looked at the unknown Penglai disciples in the white cloud boat, stood up and landed on the barrier, and watched the two men make moves with a blank expression.
Senhan's ghostly aura diffused to one side of the barrier barrier, thick and sticky, like burnt ink that could not be melted. And that "innocent" little junior who "just started" has demon patterns on his face, as fierce as a big monster from ancient times.
Li Huanhan watched indifferently for a while, while trying to figure out the detailed identities of the two of them, he glanced at the palms of his hands.
In the middle of his palm, a blood-red eyeball emerged from the crack, and he said in amazement: "How did such a thick ghostly aura shrink in the barrier! Blood river? Blood river?!"
Li Huanhan said indifferently: "This deity has strengthened a barrier. Can you see their specific identities?"
His eyes rolled around, as if he wanted to negotiate with Li Huanhan, but in the end he flinched and didn't dare to say it. After observing carefully for a while, he said, "The one with the gray hair is very similar to the leader of the ghost sect in the world three thousand years ago. The Lord is the one who cut off the luck of a great world with the chopping sword in his hand. It is said that he is a born evil spirit, because the way of heaven does not recognize evil spirits.
Smashed the soul... Tsk tsk tsk, can this also be reincarnated? "
Li Huanhan confirmed his guess, and continued to ask, "Another one?"
"The other one is a bit like... the demon pattern is a bit like the Tianjiao recorded in the ancient demon scroll, the prototype of this thing is very big..."
"Understood." Li Huanhan tightened his palms, and the eyeballs floating on the surface suddenly sank into the flesh and blood. He raised his hand slightly, and the blood sword turned into traces, penetrating into the barrier like a rainbow, blocking the two people central.
He stretched out his hand to remove the barrier, and said in a cold tone: "Stop beating, you can't beat people to death like this." His voice paused, and he added, "It will still disturb Master to drink tea."