The move of Wind Sword Twelve was somewhat similar to the sword move in his memory. No wonder Yan Sen was also afraid of it.
Ethereal, gorgeous, sharp and domineering.
The sword energy is so pure that it has the Soul Sword style of "breaking the surface with a point".
However, if you think about it carefully, there are actually more differences between the two than the similarities. The move at the waterfall viewing platform in the past has already exceeded his previous understanding of Gu Ying's swordsmanship. It can be said to be a combination of the strengths of many schools. It can no longer be judged by the inherent impression. Moreover, all swordsmanship has its unchangeable essence, which will be integrated into every move and every sword. The complex changes, endless follow-up moves, and unpredictability are the biggest characteristics of Gu Ying's swordsmanship. However, Feng Jian Twelve's sword does not have these characteristics. Its changes are no more than twenty kinds. Compared with Gu Ying's swordsmanship, which has hundreds or thousands of changes, it is a world of difference. A swordsmanship master like Bu Shuihan can see the difference at a glance, so although he was shocked just now, he did not react much. It was because he and Yan Sen were too sensitive that this happened.
The person is dead. There will never be another person like him.
Gu Pinglin calmed himself down, took a long breath, gradually loosened his fingers, and his thoughts became clear again.
Wind Sword Twelve.
According to common sense, "Wind Sword" is most likely a branch of the group. This person is probably ranked 12th, so he is called this code name. If Wind Sword 12 is so powerful, the leader of the Sword King Pavilion must be unfathomable. This sudden force should not be underestimated.
The border of the Demon Realm, the Blood Moon Miasma Valley.
Its location is also very special. Is the Sword King Pavilion related to the Demon Realm? If so, which force is it? Master Weifeng or the Wanfa Sect
There is too little information about the Sword King Pavilion at the moment. They will most likely participate in this discussion and may be able to learn more then.
However, when I went to Xuanming Sect to visit Zhan Renjie just now and tried to test him with words, Zhan Renjie remained tight-lipped, which showed that he was still on guard against me.
Gu Pinglin tapped the table lightly and snorted, "This old fox."
The Xuanming Sect was the one that actually had dealings with Master Weifeng. Back then, they conspired together with the Duan family and Master Weifeng to plan the sea bone pit incident in order to weaken the power of the other major sects and families. This time, Zhan Renjie may not have known that the Zixiao Palace was wronged, but he still participated in the siege. There is no such thing as righteousness or evil in the world; they are all just camps formed for common interests.
It is not easy to gain a foothold and grow in this cultivation world.
Gu Pinglin sighed.
In fact, the main reason why the Lingxin School participated in the discussion was not to become famous, but to find talents.
He had previously announced that he had found the spiritual stone milk, secretly used the "Creation Art" to restore his qualifications, and successfully formed an inner elixir, but his journey in this life had only ended here, and it would be difficult for him to go any further.
Gu Pinglin accepted this result calmly.
Lingxin Sect needs talents, and needs successors to the Creation Art. The Lingxin Sect's improved skills are more suitable for promotion within the sect, and the god-level skills are destined to be passed down as secrets, allowing the best successors to practice. Once the person and the skills are not matched, it will inevitably lead to disaster. Even the first sword sect cannot resist the greed and covetousness of the entire cultivation world, otherwise the Baichuan Patriarch would not have no successors. The god-level skills falling into the hands of mediocre people is not only a disaster for him, but also a disaster for others, and even more so for the skills. Therefore, they often become top-secret inheritances, waiting for the most suitable successor.
Wan Lai, Chen Qian and others are not suitable, Gan Li and Bu Shuihan are not the most ideal either. I hope I can have some chance on this trip.
The next day, Wang's people arrived at Yunya, and an elder came to thank them personally and took Wang Yuxi back. In the next few days, various sects and families arrived one after another, as well as many independent cultivators. Of course, not all of them came to participate in the discussion. Most of them came to broaden their horizons like Li Moqing, or to watch the fun.
The time to discuss the Dao has finally arrived.
Nearly 10,000 people gathered at the foot of the peak. The cliffs ahead were as sharp as a knife, the vegetation between the rocks was lush, and the waterfall was rushing down, but there was no sound of water. It turned out that the waterfall was blown away by the strong wind in the middle of the air, and all turned into misty water vapor. It seemed as if the flow was cut off halfway, with only sparse water drops falling. Looking up, a few birds were flying around the peak, and their voices were long. It was exactly: the dangerous peak was as straight as a sword, the grass between the rocks was dark, the white waterfall was lost in the clouds, and the dots looked like human sorrow. Only the high-flying birds were singing leisurely.
Just the day before, the clear weather suddenly ended, and a large amount of clouds gathered above Yunya Peak, covering the sky and the sun. In the early morning, the clouds began to flow in a vortex shape, and at the beginning of the morning, they formed a huge cloud mirror.
A scene was clearly reflected in the cloud mirror.
White stones, fragrant trees. It was the end of July, but the trees were still full of flowers as if in early spring. The red and white flowers reflected the two rows of empty stone chairs, forming a world of their own. It was once said: The ancestor opened the sky and gained the Tao, and the mysterious power of the three realms built the cloud platform. Passersby only saw the green grass on the rocks, but who knew that the flowers on the peaks were blooming again.
It was the scene at the top of the mountain!
The thousand-year event was a spectacle that had never been seen before, attracting everyone present to marvel at it. Because of the strong wind layer in the sky, usually only those who had mastered the inner alchemy could go up to participate in the discussion. The existence of the cloud mirror allowed the people below to clearly see the discussion process, which led to today's lively scene.
"How wonderful! How wonderful!" Ren Bing stroked his beard and smiled, "It's worth the trip."
Wan Lai was excited: "Master and Master Bu will go up, and we can see them too."
Bu Shuihan's blood boiled as well, revealing the high-spirited look he had in the past: "Don't worry, Lingxin Sect is no longer what it used to be. The Sect Master and I can always fight for a seat."
Gan Li was worried: "The inner elixir has been greatly improved..."
Everyone understood what he meant. Both of them were only at the first level of Danxing Realm, especially Gu Pinglin who had just formed his inner elixir. He would naturally be at a disadvantage if he met them.
Bu Shuihan and Ren Ping smiled at each other, and Ren Ping explained: "Since we are discussing the Dao, we will not really fight. The Sect Master is the one who has nothing to worry about."
Bu Shuihan said: "Yes, in terms of cultivation, I am ahead, but in terms of Taoism, I am not as good as your master."
"I see," Gan Li breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Master's sword formation skills are enough to defeat them."
"Of course..." Ren Ren turned to Gu Pinglin while speaking, only to find that he was not listening to anyone. He seemed to be thinking about something and looked not very well.
It was rare to see him like this, Bu Shuihan frowned and gestured to Ren Ping.
Ren Ping stepped forward to test the situation: "Master, are you worried about the discussion of Dao?"
Gu Pinglin came back to his senses and looked up at the Sky Mirror: "Don't worry about this matter, Lingxin Sect will have one."
He said this, showing that he was really confident, and everyone smiled again.
Ren Bing advised: "Take everything step by step, and you don't have to worry too much."
Gu Pinglin said "hmm", his eyes still a little dazed.
The voice in the dream still echoes in my ears.
"interesting."
“It’s a really interesting thing he wants to do.”
…
"It's a pity that once the Moon Tracing Light Scroll is activated, all the arrangements will be in vain." Across the dark blue Seven Realms Coffin, the man's face was a little blurry, and his voice was very comfortable. "His hard work is destined to be in vain, but he doesn't even know it. I don't have to do anything. Interesting."
"But he shouldn't have been hiding in the dark, plotting against you."
"Let him experience the despair of victory. Revenge at the last moment is the best revenge. What do you think?"
…
In the previous life, that person went to the Demon Realm alone and had obviously discovered the secret. What was the purpose of the person behind the scenes? Was it related to the extermination of the Zixiao Palace
Gu Pinglin was a little uneasy.
Seeing many great cultivators reaching the top of the mountain one after another, Bu Shuihan couldn't help but say, "It's getting late, we should also..."
Before he could finish his words, the surroundings suddenly became quiet and the noise turned into whispers.
"It's Tiancanmen."
"The old and sick master has indeed come. The Way of the Remnant Ancestor was ranked sixth before, right?"
"Don't meddle in other people's business. Tiancan Sect is not to be trifled with."
…
Everyone looked back and saw a disciple of the Tiancan Sect carrying an old wooden couch towards them. On the couch sat a thin middle-aged man, who was none other than the Laobing Zhenren Lianyu.
After not seeing him for many years, the old and sick immortal still looked the same, lying on the couch and coughing non-stop, as if he would die at any time. His thin robe suddenly deflated at the thighs, making him look like only half a body, which was frightening to see.
The cultivators retracted their gazes and walked away.
The people of Tiancan Sect have strange temperaments. Those disabled disciples all have expressionless faces. Some stand with swords in their arms, while others sit in meditation on the spot. Not only do they ignore outsiders, they rarely talk to their fellow disciples.
Gu Pinglin glanced around and found that Zhou Yi and Jun Muzhi were not there.
The Dao Discussion Conference is not ranked by sects, but by individuals, which is why the Xuanming Sect had two seats in the previous life. Zhou Yi is one of the "Four Heavenly Swords" and the most valued disciple of Lao Bing Zhenren. It is said that he also successfully formed an inner elixir nine years ago. Logically, Lao Bing Zhenren would not have taken him with him. Could something unexpected have happened
Gu Pinglin was just wondering when a loud voice came from above his head: "Old and sick senior, you are here early."
The Tiancan Sect disciples on the ground stood up one after another and gathered around the couch vigilantly.
A group of people came flying in. The first one was wearing a purple dragon fish robe. He was tall and thin, with regular and dignified facial features. There was a bright red cinnabar mole on the center of his brow that was very eye-catching.
The old sick master slowly stood up, half turned his face, and raised his eyelids: "It turned out to be the South Island Master."
The person who came was Nanzhu, the master of Penglai Island.
Thinking of the past, Gu Pinglin secretly looked at Nanzhu and saw that his eyebrows and eyes were focused, and he was a hundred times more calm than before, and he had the air of a sea overlord.
The Tiancan Sect was too conspicuous, so Nanzhu didn't notice the Lingxin Sect. He stopped ten feet away from the wooden couch, bowed to the old and sick immortal, and laughed loudly, "I came here because of the name of the discussion meeting, and I met you, senior. What a coincidence."
The old sick man smiled wryly: "What a coincidence... Ahem, if you didn't come, I would also go to Penglai to visit you."
Nanzhu's expression was stern: "Oh? What advice do you have for me, senior?"
"It's not really a question of teaching," the old and sick master pulled at his shirt heels, panting and laughing with difficulty, "it's just that two of our children secretly took some things and ran away, and I want to ask you something."
"It's Mu Zhi?" Nanzhu felt something was wrong and was surprised. "When did it happen?"
The old sick master said, "You don't know?"
Nanzhu pondered: "I have been in the Lujie Palace for the past six months, and there has been no news from the island. I wonder what Mu Zhi took?"
The old sick master looked at him for a moment, then slowly lay back down, snorting and laughing: "It's just a small thing. Since you don't know about it, that's good, haha... If you know their whereabouts in the future, please let me know. If they are willing to obey and come back, that would be the best. After all, there is no shortage of people that Tiancan Sect can't find."
Nanzhu nodded: "Of course."
The old and sick master sighed sadly: "Although the two children are naughty, I miss them very much. I feel relieved that the island owner is so sensible."
Nanzhu said: "Besides Mu Zhi, the other one is..."
"It's my useless disciple, Zhou Yi," Lao Bing Zhenren shook his head, "The child has grown up and has become independent... It's getting late, I'll go first."
Nanzhu said, "Senior, please."
The old and sick immortal flew up from the wooden couch, and two long swords shining with bluish-white light appeared out of thin air, carrying him straight up and disappearing into the clouds.
Nanzhu stood there with a stern look. As the overlord of the East China Sea, he was no longer the young master of Penglai who needed to be patient. How could he not be angry when threatened by the old and sick immortal? It was just that it was really troublesome to make enemies with the Tiancan Sect, and Penglai was not the first to give in to them, so he held back.
Gu Pinglin walked over and said, "Brother Nan, how are you?"
Nanzhu turned around and saw him. The hostility in his eyes disappeared instantly, and turned into a look of surprise. He laughed and came to greet him, holding Gu Pinglin's shoulders with both hands: "As expected, you are here too. I just arrived yesterday and was looking for you!"
Gu Pinglin cupped his hands and smiled, "The name of the East Sea Overlord has spread throughout the cultivation world. This is truly cause for celebration."
"It's just an empty title," Nanzhu let go of him and waved her hand, "Every time I came to see you, you were in seclusion. I heard that you were successfully promoted last year, which is also a cause for celebration."
Gu Pinglin avoided the topic: "Let's go together?"
"Okay, let's go up and talk about it," Nanzhu turned around and told his subordinates, "Stay here and wait for me."
Gu Ying's sword was unsheathed, and three purple sword shadows emerged, integrating the power of the three elements, and rushed straight up into the sky, dispersing the layer of strong wind along the way. Gu Pinglin then flew into the air.
Upon seeing this, Nanzhu also took out the Divine Will Flute. The sound of the flute shook the heaven and earth, breaking the strong wind, and Nanzhu followed it up into the clouds.
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Alternative preview:
In the next chapter, Yunya will broadcast live, and the leader of the Sword King Pavilion will appear with his own lights, special effects, and blowers, which will make a sensation in the audience.
Duan Liu: Xiaojiu, how are you
Gu Jiu: …
Duan Liu: How about it, isn’t this appearance exciting
Gu Jiu: She is very flirtatious.
Duan Liu: Whether it’s exciting or flirty, are you surprised
Gu Jiu: Don’t say you know me.