Two days later.
Qingjian Tomb.
The outer layer of Qingjian Tomb is a mountain forest called Qingjian Mountain. This forest has appeared since ancient times. The fog here is thick all year round, the woods are dense, and the air is humid and filled with haze.
In the deepest part of Qingjian Mountain, there is a tomb, which is the real Qingjian Tomb.
The bones of a total of forty-nine strong swordsmen were buried in the Qingjian Tomb. Inside, the sword energy multiplied and the evil spirit went crazy. It was an extremely dangerous place. Of course, it also came with opportunities.
Qingjian Tomb will be opened every once in a while, and the time is not fixed. Sometimes, it will be opened once every few thousand years, and sometimes, it will be opened once every tens of thousands of years.
When it is not turned on, Qingjian Tomb seems to have disappeared, disappearing into the haze of the sky, and cannot be found no matter how hard it is searched.
now.
On Qingjian Mountain, the hillside halfway in front of Qingjian Tomb is already crowded with people.
All the swordsmen are waiting for the upcoming Sword Tomb.
Each one is holding a long sword, with a sharp breath, few words, sharp and firm eyes, and a long flowing cyan or white dress... a typical swordsman's dress.
These swordsmen have come from all over Daluotian in the past few days, and their ultimate goal is to hold the sword tomb.
After they climbed onto Qingjian Mountain, they began to move towards the inner layer.
Among these crowds of swordsmen, one was wearing a gray robe that covered his body and face, and he was holding a very ordinary sword in his hand.
He keeps to himself.
This person is none other than Wu Qi.
More than half a year had passed, and Wu Qi had already reached the middle stage of the eighth level of the Humanity Realm. He had made rapid progress, and his strength far exceeded his realm. The average martial artist at the ninth level of the Humanity Realm was nothing but melons and vegetables to him.
"Yuan Suifeng..." Wu Qi was walking, thinking about this name. No matter how arrogant he was, he would never think that he could survive in the hands of Yuan Suifeng.
No matter how evil Wu Qi is, no matter how advanced he is, he is only a presence on the Shen Pavilion's potential list, but Yuan Suifeng is a nine-star disciple of Jiucang Shen Pavilion, and is ranked forty-third on the Heavenly Dao list.
Although Wu Qi didn't want to admit it if he met Yuan Suifeng, the fact was that Yuan Suifeng only needed one move to kill him! ! !
However, despite this, he still had no intention of retreating.
As a swordsman, the only path to swordsmanship is to focus on the sword and be fearless.
What's more, he's already here and it's difficult to leave.
Sudden.
ear.
There was a burst of noisy and excited discussion:
"Look, that... that's Yuan Suifeng."
"He's really here!"
"It's so scary. Look at the sword in his hand. The killing intent is a shell, and the sword's intent is the handle."
"Heaven... The peak of the eighth level of the Heavenly Dao Realm is really scary."
"Yuan Suifeng is here. With the benefits of Qingjian Tomb, we probably won't have a chance."
"It is said that Yuan Suifeng came here to kill someone, not for the Qingjian Tomb itself. Maybe Yuan Suifeng will not compete for the benefits of the Qingjian Tomb."
… …
Wu Qi raised his eyes slightly and looked to the left and back about 600 meters away.
In front of the eyes, a young man is wearing a red, blood-red gown and a blood-red sword. His appearance is very ordinary, and you can't find it in the crowd, but his temperament is the best among the best, giving people A kind of fierceness and oppression that wants to worship.
He seemed to be a bit of a germaphobe. His hair stood up and was spotless and not messy. His black eyes were quiet and cold.
This person is none other than Yuan Suifeng.
Under the gray robe, Wu Qi's face was extremely solemn! ! !
Just by looking at the other person, he felt as if he was being torn apart by the power of the sword.
So strong.
next moment.
Yuan Suifeng disappeared suddenly and inexplicably.
However.
Yuan Suifeng just disappeared.
Another burst of noisy discussion came.
"Look, that's the king's trip."
"The person next to him should be Zheng Ci."
"They are two more disciples from Jiucang Shen Pavilion. Although they are not as good as Yuan Suifeng, they are still Eight Star disciples!"
"That boy named Wu Qi became famous all of a sudden! How did he offend Jiucang Shenge? Jiucang Shenge pursued him so aggressively, it's so scary."
"The Divine Pavilion is the Divine Pavilion, it's really scary. Wang Zhixing and Zheng Ci both seem to be at the seventh level of the Heavenly Dao Realm. It's so scary."
"It's not just Wang Zhixing and Zheng Ci. Look, those people over there seem to be Bai Mu from the Bai family, Ning Chi from the Ning family, and Xing Qingjian from the Shifang Sect. Although they are not from Jiucang Divine Pavilion, they are also The leaders of the younger generation among the affiliated forces of the Jiucang Divine Pavilion rank high on the Divine Pavilion’s potential list.”
… …
"Damn!!!" Wu Qi cursed, feeling extremely stressed.
no way.
Not to mention Yuan Suifeng, Wang Zhixing, and Zheng Ci, even Bai Mu, Ning Chi, and Xing Qingjian, he was not completely confident in dealing with them now.
Bai Mu, Ning Chi, and Xing Qingjian are all real ninth-level human beings.
These three people are all ranked within the top fifty on the Divine Pavilion's potential list.
at this time.
Unexpected.
"Who among you has seen Wu Qi?" It was Zheng Ci. Zheng Ci spoke. Zheng Ci's whole person gave people the feeling of being hidden, sinister, and acupuncture. His voice was suppressed and somewhat sharp. The long sword in his hand was It is gray-black, very long, but very thin. It is not a sword in the traditional sense, but a long sword like a long needle.
Zheng Ci asked lightly, with cold eyes and unconcealed contempt as he glanced at the crowd of swordsmen around him.
Then.
He saw, shaking his head, many swordsmen shook their heads.
Wu Qi did not shake his head, but he would not stand up on his own stupidly.
He is not afraid of death, but he will not seek death.
same second.
Zheng Ci had an animal skin portrait in his hand.
The face on the animal skin portrait is that of Wu Qi! ! ! Lifelike!
Zheng Ci raised the animal skin portrait and said in a louder voice: "Has anyone seen this face? You can take it if it's beneficial."
When they heard that there was something to be gained, many swordsmen's eyes lit up and they looked towards the animal skin portrait.
Ninety-nine percent of the swordsmen have never seen Wu Qi.
However, after all, a few swordsmen had an impression. After all, although Wu Qi covered his face with a gray robe, his face was not completely covered.
The swordsmen were eager to try, and their eyes had begun to twinkle.
Wu Qi suppressed his breathing and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, extremely vigilant.
After a few breaths of silence, finally, someone couldn't help it anymore.
Among the crowd of swordsmen, a tall young man with thick eyebrows hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said, "Is there really something good that I can take?"
"Say." Zheng Ci's eyes immediately stared at this person, uttered a word, and threw a crystal bottle.
When the crystal bottle came into his hand, the tall young man with thick eyebrows suddenly became short of breath. To his surprise, the elixir in this crystal bottle was of a very high grade.
He quickly bowed and said respectfully: "Mr. Zheng, I have seen the person you are looking for. He is wearing a gray robe, wrapping himself tightly."