This boundless spiritual force filled the entire space, so powerful that it seemed to condense into a sea, and it was so oppressive that every disciple present could not lift their heads. Only Luo Jianqing, who was standing in the center of the high platform, raised his head slightly, as if he had been accustomed to such terrifying coercion, his eyes narrowed and stared into the distance.
Before the person arrives, the sound arrives first.
After that vast and majestic golden sword light passed, a figure in white finally appeared.
The long black hair is tied up with the simplest white jade crown, and the white brocade robe is sewn with intricate and strict lines. The wide sleeves of the bo robe are set against the blue sky. . He stood on the top of all beings, watching the group of people under his feet with calm and indifferent eyes, and finally his eyes slowly stopped on the high platform.
Luo Jianqing held his head high, and stared at the man from a distance of hundreds of meters, one in the sky and the other on the ground.
As if thousands of years had been missed, Luo gradually stared silently, and the man also looked at him indifferently. After a while, the blood mark that was pinched out in the palm was so hot that it seemed to be burning, Luo Jianqing raised his hand and made a bow, and said solemnly, "Master."
Xuan Lingzi stood in the cloud and replied softly, "Yes."
Venerable Xuan Lingzi, the master of Yuxiao Peak in Mount Taihua, is the number one person in the world of self-cultivation today. At the age of fifteen, he established a foundation, at the age of twenty-eight, he became an infant, and at the age of fifty-six he became an infant. He has only cultivated for three hundred years, but he has become the only cultivator in the world who has entered the spiritual transformation stage. Looking at five thousand years, he is also the only one. A monk who has the hope of ascending to immortality.
When countless disciples saw Xuan Lingzi, their eyes widened in surprise, and even the new disciples looked at that person in disbelief. But they only looked at it for a while, then timidly looked away.
That was the coercion of the Spirit Transformation Stage Venerable, just watching it for a while, they were trembling with fear.
Among this group of disciples, Li Xiuchen was the most excited. He looked ecstatically at the noble man in the white robe. Although he couldn't look at it for too long, his heart was so excited that he couldn't contain himself: Xuan Lingzi is here! Xuan Lingzi is going to accept him as his apprentice!
There was not a trace of expression on the cold and handsome face, Xuan Lingzi seemed to be completely unaware of the disciples around him. His eyes were locked tightly on his disciple's body, the golden sword pattern on his forehead exuded a faint golden light under the sunlight, his slender eyes and long eyebrows, his nose as sharp as a knife, and his lips were extremely pale, as if they were really elegant. Dust fairy-like, awesome.
Xuan Lingzi looked at the apprentice on the high platform carefully, Luo Jianqing kept his head down and remained silent.
After a while, Xuan Lingzi's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly moved to the high platform.
His appearance shocked Jie Zizhuo next to Luo Jianqing. Xie Zizhuan hurriedly shouted a few words "Uncle Xuan Lingzi", Xuan Lingzi nodded lightly at him, and Xie Zizhuan hurriedly walked off the high platform, not daring to stand with his genius uncle.
"Why don't you look up?" Xuan Lingzi asked indifferently.
Luo Jianqing still maintained that prostrating posture and did not answer.
Qing Jun's brows were condensed into knots, Xuan Lingzi looked down at his stubborn apprentice, and asked in a low voice, "I heard that you are preparing for the peaks of this new class of new apprentices just after leaving the customs. Dabi, your flying sword has been refined, don't you want to see it?"
Luo Jianqing still bowed his head without any reaction.
This situation made Xuan Lingzi frown, as if he didn't understand what went wrong with his always considerate apprentice. He pursed his lips slightly and was about to ask again, when suddenly he heard a surprise shout from the audience: "His Holiness! I am Li Xiuchen, I have admired His Holiness for many years, and hope to join His Holiness."
Xuan Lingzi didn't seem to hear, he put one hand behind him, still looking down at his disciple.
After a long while, the powerful and fierce pressure dissipated like the sea, all the disciples near the high platform were all pale with fright, and even Li Xiuchen, who was still shouting, was sweating in fear. And the senior brother in white who was in the center of the coercion was so oppressed that he couldn't straighten his waist, but he always clenched his teeth and didn't make a sound.
Xuan Lingzi sighed heavily and withdrew his coercion: "Return to Yuxiao Peak."
Luo Jianqing suddenly raised his head in surprise, looked at the other party, and asked in surprise, "Master?"
Only then did Xuan Lingzi realize that, at some point in time, his disciple, who had always abided by this ritual, had red eyes. That elegant and beautiful face was covered with dense sweat, and the broken hair was wet with sweat and stained on that face, which lost a bit of immortal energy, but added a kind of terrifying beauty.
There was no response to this, Xuan Lingzi nodded indifferently: "Go back and show you your new flying sword."
Luo Jianqing was overjoyed and immediately responded: "Yes!"
Having said that, Luo Jianqing handed over the follow-up affairs of each peak competition to the disciple next to him, preparing to go back with his master. Unexpectedly, at this moment, that Li Xiuchen ran to the edge of the high platform, raised his head and said loudly: "Venerable Xuan Lingzi, this disciple wants to worship Yuxiao Peak and worship your door!"
As soon as these words landed, there was a strange silence in the audience.
The smile on Luo Jianqing's face disappeared instantly, he clenched his fingers and pinched his nails into the bloodstain just now. The original blood marks had already formed scabs, but once again the puncture made the blood seep out again, and the pain of piercing into the flesh also made Luo Jianqing narrow his eyes and look at Li Xiuchen under the stage.
Li Xiuchen looked sincere and serious on the surface, but he was already excited in his heart.
After entering the door of Xuan Lingzi and entering Yuxiao Peak, he can get the careful guidance of the first person in the cultivation world. He will build a foundation at the age of twenty, and form an elixir at the age of forty. He may not be as good as Xuan Lingzi, but he has accumulated a lot! Congenital deficiencies are fine, he has golden fingers, the first step is to find a good master, and then he can go further and further!
Great, although Luo Jianqing is a bit strange this time, Xuan Lingzi is still here, and he can still worship Yuxiao Peak.
Overjoyed, Li Xiuchen didn't notice what was going on on the high platform.
Seeing that Xuan Lingzi was wearing a cold white robe, and the golden sword pattern on his forehead was shining brightly, he lowered his eyes and glanced at Li Xiuchen, then turned to look at his disciple, with a cold expression and a calm tone: " Gradually clear, Yu Xiaofeng has begun to accept apprentices?"
Suddenly hearing this, Luo Jianqing's body suddenly lightened, and the monstrous hatred in his heart also dissipated. He looked at the man in amazement, and all reason disappeared at this moment.
Under the brilliance of the sun, the man looked at himself with the usual indifferent eyes, and said such a sentence, the bitterness and sorrow that had been buried in the bottom of his heart and had never been erased in two lifetimes suddenly seemed to have eased a bit.
Luo Jianqing spoke softly, only to find that his voice was already hoarse when he spoke.
"...Master, no."
"Let's go then."
"Yes."
All this happened too fast, Li Xiuchen looked at the two master and apprentice in astonishment, and did not return to his senses for a long time. When he reacted, the two had already disappeared above the outer mountain with a golden light, leaving only standing Under the high platform, Li Xiuchen, who was looking forward to it, and many of his fellow apprentices and brothers looked at him.
"It has been a rule for many years that Yu Xiaofeng does not accept apprentices. Why is this new junior brother so uneasy?"
"I heard that Uncle Xuan Lingzi was the only disciple of Yuxiao Peak. Now that Yuxiao Peak has a senior brother, does he think he can still enter?"
"Yuxiaofeng's rules for accepting apprentices are so high, this person is completely unqualified. Uncle Xuanlingzi is a super-quality root, and so is Senior Brother Luo. This person doesn't seem to have a root at all, how could he be killed by Xuanlingzi? Uncle sees it."
Li Xiuchen opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the direction where the two disappeared. After he was taken to Haoming Peak, he murmured in the room he was assigned to, as if he had lost his soul: "No. It may not be possible... How could this happen? How could this happen? Where did the problem go? Where... Huh? Luo Jianqing?!"
Thinking of this, Li Xiuchen was like being struck by lightning, and after a while, he yelled: "Yes! That little girl should have been struck to death by lightning, why did Luo Jianqing suddenly appear! And today, why did Luo Jianqing not Shot to hurt me! Luo Jianqing Luo Jianqing... Could he be wearing it too?! Fuck Luo Jianqing, who the hell are you!!!"
Luo Jianqing didn't hear Li Xiuchen's scolding. He followed Xuan Lingzi all the way back to Yuxiao Peak, but after a while, he saw two simple and simple bamboo houses. The bamboo house was surrounded by a dense bamboo forest, and the green bamboos swayed gently in the wind, making a rustling sound.
After returning to the bamboo house, Xuan Lingzi took out the long sword from the ring.
"This sword is three feet seven inches long and weighs three hundred and twelve kilograms. It is made from the ten thousand year black iron, the thousand year thunder crystal and the low-level fourth-grade thunderbolt that you brought back. This sword is fast and can It is an earth-level magic weapon to entice the thunder to fight with you." After speaking, Xuan Lingzi held the sword in one hand and handed it to his disciple: "Jianqing, from now on it will be your destiny magic weapon. It takes a name."
The blue sword light flickered slightly, and the sharp and sharp sword edge seemed to be able to pierce the air, but was temporarily blocked by Xuan Lingzi with his spiritual power. The sword body trembled slightly, as if unwilling to submit to this small bamboo house, Xuan Lingzi kept holding the hilt of the sword, waiting for his disciple to take it.
However, Luo Jianqing kept staring at the sword and did not respond.
In his previous life, he called this sword Chasing Sound.
The master asked him in surprise why he chose such a name. He said, "This sword is fast at speed, and it can follow the speed of sound, so it is called "chasing sound."
At that time, the master nodded lightly and did not ask any more questions, but he was the only one who knew the meaning of the name.
The peak master of Yuxiao Peak in Mount Taihua, the Taoist name is Xuan Lingzi, whose real name is Silent.
Chasing the sound, chasing the sound, is it the speed of sound or no sound
Looking at this sword, Luo Jianqing gradually felt pain in his heart, and he took the sword after a while. As soon as the long sword that was still clamoring came into Luo Jianqing's hands, it suddenly fell down, there was a blue light flowing through the sword, and the long sword also made a low voice.
Xuan Lingzi looked at this scene with satisfaction, and understood that the sword had already recognized its master. However, before he thought about it, he heard his disciple whisper: "Master, it's called Shuangfu."
Xuan Lingzi was shocked, raised his head to look at Luo Jianqing, and asked after a long while, "... why?"
Luo Jianqing smiled softly and said: "The thunder and lightning disperse, and the snow splashes and frost floats. Since this sword can attract thunder, let's call it Shuangfu." Luo Jianqing's voice just fell, and the long sword trembled slightly, He seemed to be responding to his words.
Luo Jianqing looked at the sword with a smile, and then planned to turn around and go out to try the sword in the bamboo forest. Unexpectedly, just when he turned around, he heard Xuan Lingzi's elegant and indifferent voice ringing behind him: "Jianqing, you... Hey, what's wrong with your hand?"
The next moment, a cold hand suddenly grabbed Luo Jianqing's wrist and pulled him back.