After leaving, Lu Yiping and the others went to the largest restaurant in Luoxue City, Jinfeng Restaurant, and stayed there for one night.
The next day, we continued on our way.
Lu Yiping sat on the chariot, holding a pot of Luoxue wine. He took a sip and shook his head. The more Luoxue wine drank, the more tasteless it became. It was far different from the taste it had back then.
"Do you know who the oldest ancestor of the Lei Que Sword Sect is?" Lu Yiping asked Lu Peng.
Lu Peng quickly replied: "It's Mr. Yang Cheng."
"Master Yang Cheng is not only the top master of the Lei Que Sword Sect, but also one of the four masters of our Wuji Dynasty. However, Master Yang Cheng has not been born for many years."
"But there have been rumors recently that Master Yang Cheng's disciple, Master Chen Hong, plans to close the disciples."
So, is this also the reason why Xiao Changfeng, Princess Taiyan, Zheng Yue and others came one after another
"Where's Yang Dong?" Lu Yiping asked suddenly.
Yang Dong!
Lu Peng looked shocked: "Young Master is asking about the sword god Yang Dong?!"
In the Shenwu Continent, there are only three people who can be revered as sword gods in a hundred thousand years!
Yang Dong Sword God? Lu Yiping was surprised and nodded immediately.
Lu Peng took a deep breath and said, "Sword God Yang Dong has been missing for 40,000 to 50,000 years!"
"Missing?!" Lu Yiping frowned.
Lu Peng nodded: "The disappearance of Yang Dong Sword God is a mystery of the Shenwu Continent. However, Lord Yang Cheng should know the whereabouts of Yang Dong Sword God."
"Master Yang Cheng is the son of Yang Dong Sword God."
Yang Dong's son
Lu Yiping pondered.
It's been 40,000 to 50,000 years since that boy Yang Dong disappeared? In other words, he disappeared less than ten thousand years after he left the sacred forest
Half a day later.
The chariot arrived at the foot of Lei Que Sword Sect Mountain.
The Lei Que Sword Sect was already crowded with people.
At a glance, the mountain was almost crowded with disciples from major families who came to take part in the registration assessment.
"Sir, let's go over and sign up for the assessment first." Lu Peng said respectfully to Lu Yiping.
"Well, go ahead, I'll take a walk as well." Lu Yiping said.
Therefore, Lu Peng took his son Lu Xiaoyu away and went to the registration location to register for his son to participate in the Lei Que Sword Sect disciple assessment.
Lu Yiping put the Golden Bull Chariot into the Qiankun Cauldron and walked leisurely.
Lu Yiping had just walked a few steps when he heard a commotion from the crowd. It turned out that Princess Taiyan of the Wuji Dynasty and Zheng Yue of the Zheng family had arrived.
Surrounded by everyone, Princess Taeyeon was about to go up the mountain when she suddenly saw a figure in a blue shirt. She was startled, it was him!
"Uncle Third, that's the young man!" Princess Taiyan said to a middle-aged man next to her.
Tai Hongtao followed Princess Taiyan's gaze and landed on Lu Yiping, surprised: "Is this the young man with the Taurus Chariot you mentioned yesterday?"
"Yes, Third Uncle, you have blue eyes. Can you see if there is anything special about that young man?" Princess Taiyan said.
Tai Hongtao's eyes were filled with green light. Under the light of his blue eyes, the meridians, dantian, qi, blood, and bones of Lu Yiping's whole body appeared one by one.
Soon, he withdrew his eyes and shook his head: "He indeed has no true energy and internal strength, let alone divine power."
Princess Taeyeon was disappointed when she heard this.
After going back yesterday, she always felt that the young man in blue shirt was not simple, but she didn't expect that he really didn't have any inner strength.
Her third uncle's blue eyes are ancient divine eyes, which can see through the essence of everything. Even a master in the spirit realm can see some clues.
It seemed that she was overthinking it.
Princess Taiyan no longer paid attention to Lu Yiping, and entered the assessment hall with the masters of the Wuji Dynasty.
Lu Yiping strolled to a sword wall.
I saw countless sword moves carved on the sword wall. In front of the sword wall, there were countless family masters standing around. These masters were all studying the sword moves on the sword wall.
"Sir." At this time, Lu Peng, who had led his son to register his name, came to find Lu Yiping. Seeing Lu Yiping looking at the sword wall, he said, "This is the sword wall left by Master Yang Dong, the Sword God."
"Back then, Lord Sword God Yang Dong said that the sword wall can be understood by those who love swords in the world, so whether they are disciples of Lei Que Sword Sect or other families, disciples of the sect can understand it."
"The sword wall has a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine sword moves."
"However, over the years, very few people have been able to understand a hundred ways."
While Lu Peng was explaining, Lu Yiping's eyes fell on a big sword inserted next to the sword wall.
The exposed part of the sword is one meter high, and the blade is very wide, several times the length of an ordinary long sword.
"This is the Red Flame Sword of Sword God Yang Dong. It has been stuck here on the sword wall for tens of thousands of years. No matter who can pull out the Red Flame Sword, this Red Flame Sword belongs to him." Lu Peng shook his head: "However, after so many years, No one can pull it up, not even Master Yang Cheng."
Red flame sword
Lu Yiping looked at the familiar red flame sword in front of him. Just as he was about to step forward and pull it out, he saw a tall boy of sixteen or seventeen years old walking over. Behind the young man, there were a large group of masters.
"Young God Xiao Changfeng!" All the family masters were shocked when they saw the tall young man, and there was a strong commotion.
"Master Xiao Changfeng!"
"I've seen the young god!"
All the masters in front of the sword wall rushed forward to say hello.
Xiao Changfeng smiled and nodded at everyone.
"Last year, I came here to pull out the Red Flame Sword, but I couldn't pull it out. This year I have gained some enlightenment on the art of swordsmanship. I want to pull it out again. I won't disturb you, right?" Xiao Changfeng said to everyone.
"No, no." The experts quickly shook their heads.
An expert smiled and said: "Young Master Xiao Changfeng almost pulled out the Red Flame Sword last time. This time, you are confident. I think you will be able to pull out the Red Flame Sword."
In fact, Xiao Changfeng only pulled out an inch last time.
It was a thousand miles away from what this master called almost pulling out.
Xiao Changfeng smiled when he heard this, and then came to the front of the Red Flame Sword. His whole body's aura was released, and rays of divine light shot out from his body.
"It's the Great Thousand Divine Body!"
someone in the crowd exclaimed.
Xiao Changfeng activated the blood of Daqian Divine Body to the extreme, took a deep breath of air, his robes moved automatically without wind, and the amazing sword energy spread from his body.
The surrounding family masters and weaker ones all retreated in shock.
Xiao Changfeng suddenly shouted in a deep voice, the sound was like thunder, he suddenly grasped the hilt of the Red Flame Sword with both hands, and then pulled it upward.
Suddenly, the red flame sword flashed with light.
Xiao Changfeng's whole body was filled with divine light, and the red flame sword finally started to move slowly.
Soon, he pulled out an inch.
Xiao Changfeng shouted again and pulled it up with all his strength. Finally, the Red Flame Sword slowly rose upwards again, and was pulled up an inch again. But then, no matter how Xiao Changfeng activated the Daqian Divine Body, or how violently the sword energy shot out, it could not be raised any higher. .
(End of chapter)