The young man was tall and strong, with a stern face that showed no trace of sadness or joy. He was dressed in simple clothes, with clean sleeves, and had nothing else except the black stone knife on his back.
All went to the capital.
Wenliang's number one martial arts master, he has spent his entire life exploring the way of the sword and is known as the 'Heavenly Sword'.
Next to him was a bald monk in red clothes and red eyes. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a majestic figure, and his steps were as powerful as those of a dragon or a tiger.
The red-robed monk Wenliang is a reclusive Buddhist cultivator. His temple and identity are unknown, and even his name is unknown.
The two Mahayana masters are at the peak of Wenliang, and each of them has a great reputation. There is endless debate in the cultivation world about who is stronger between the two, and because the two have never fought each other, there has been no conclusion.
As for the paper man walking at the end, apart from being a little weird, there is nothing special about it.
"Hey, Tian Dao and Red Monk, why are they here?"
King Peng Xinzhi of Zhenbei stepped into the void and approached Shaoshi Mountain. Suddenly, he discovered two top masters of Wenliang. His anger suddenly cooled down, and his pace also quickened.
Peng Xinzhi did not rush forward to say hello. Even though he was the King of Zhenbei and also known as the Little King of Yan, in terms of means and strength, it would be a stretch for him to match either of the two.
“It’s actually them!”
Yin Zhen stood beside his master, cast a cautious glance, and showed envy on his face.
Once upon a time, he was a well-known genius in the surrounding area, and he dreamed of becoming a big man like Qi Shangdu and the Red Monk one day.
Later he realized that the world was far more than just a few miles away, and that there were countless monks with higher talents, richer resources, and more prestigious sects than him. After waking up from the dream, he obediently went to the Zhenbei Palace and sought a job as a retainer.
"Your Highness, these two are the most outstanding cultivators in Wenliang. Are they gathered together to see who is stronger?" Yin Zhen asked when he didn't understand. He scratched his head, wanting to see who was stronger between the two masters.
If that's the case, then he'll have a lot to brag about in the future.
Do you know Tian Dao and the Red-robed Monk? That day, the two of them fought to the death, and it was witnessed by Yin!
Can be blown into the ground.
Peng Xinzhi did not comment. He found that the two were heading in the same direction as him, so he slowed down his pace again and asked in confusion, "How strange! Their goal seems to be the Fuyao Palace as well. Could it be that..."
Not only him, Qi Shangdu and the red-robed monk were both deeply in love with Yan Xiaoshuang. When they heard that the palace lord's innocence was defamed by a pretty boy, they were all indignant and came to attack her
The idea was too outrageous. Not to mention that the red-robed monk had no worldly desires, Qi Shangdu, who was devoted to the sword, was also obsessed with sincerity and had cut off his seven emotions and six desires early on.
"Your Majesty, who is that paper man master?"
“I don’t know.”
Peng Xinzhi shook his head slightly, with many doubts in his mind, and decided to wait and see.
After more than ten steps, Qi Shangdu's eyes were as bright as lightning. He cut through the space in front of him and stood above Shao Shi Mountain.
He put his palms together to form a knife and chopped down slowly.
Buzz buzz buzz—
Amid the faint sound of the sword, the sword light as bright and cold as moonlight flowed down, falling silently and swiftly into the mountain forest.
In an instant, the uplifting sword intent soared into the sky, and the rising sword light split the sky and earth, separating the dark tide and rushing towards the Fu Yao Palace on the main peak.
The clouds dispersed, and the star array illuminated the sky. Amid the roar of the mountain protection formation, this irresistible greeting spread throughout the mountain.
In the boudoir, Yan Xiaoshuang's figure faded and she stepped into the sky. When she saw three figures in front of her, her heart tightened.
He comes with ill intentions.
"Palace Master Yan is polite. Where is Lu Bei from the Heavenly Sword Sect?"
"Lu Bei of the Heavenly Sword Sect..."
Peng Xinzhi, who was standing far away, was stunned. Could it be that things were really as he expected, and the two men came to punish the pretty boy
Peng Xinzhi exclaimed that it was outrageous. It was the first time he knew that he had so many love rivals, and they were all so powerful.
But then he thought about it and felt relieved. The Palace Master's charm was hard to resist even for immortals. It was natural for Tian Dao and the red-robed monk to bow down to her.
"This is troublesome. I'm afraid I am no match for these two."
"Why did Qi Tiandao look for the leader of Tianjian Sect? As far as I know, he has no grudge against you." Yan Xiaoshuang frowned slightly, wanting to get to the bottom of it.
"Is Lu Bei here?" Qi Shangdu asked expressionlessly.
"Sect Master Lu is not here, please go back!"
Even a clay man still has some temper. Yan Xiaoshuang was furious. Qi Shangdu relied on his force to attack the mountain gate. It was unreasonable and unethical to end the day today.
Suddenly, there was a weight on my shoulders.
Lu Bei held Yan Xiaoshuang's shoulders and lowered his head, letting her lean back to cool down.
Yan Xiaoshuang frowned slightly, but obeyed obediently and took a half step back. At the same time, she sent a message to Lu Bei: "This person is a cultivator from Wenliang. He is from the Heavenly Sword and has a high level of cultivation. He once competed with Xin Wang Jiang Li in sword skills for three months without a clear winner."
"The other one is called Red Monk. His origin is mysterious and I don't know much about him."
"Where is that paper figure?" Lu Bei raised his eyebrows.
There are many strange people in the world of cultivating immortals. With his not-so-rich personal resume, he has also experienced many anomalies, including the Corpse Sewing Sect, the Snake Dragon Sect, the Earth Immortal Corpse, the Fisherman, and so on.
In comparison, a mere paper figure is nothing special among the odd ones.
Even a little low-level.
But for some reason, looking at this paper man, Lu Bei had an indescribable strange feeling. In his eyes, Tian Dao and the Red-robed Monk were very powerful, but they could only serve as foils next to the paper man.
"I haven't seen it. It should not be Monk Wen Liang. It is not ruled out that it is an incarnation." Yan Xiaoshuang thought about it and said some useless nonsense.
"Go down, they are here to find me, you have nothing to do here."
"But… "
"No buts." Lu Bei raised his hand and patted his butt.
Yan Xiaoshuang's body trembled, and she secretly said how hateful it was. Before turning around and leaving, she slapped Lu Bei on the back with hatred and engraved the secret method of Fuyao Palace on it.
Lu Bei shuddered, and the magic power in his body rolled uncontrollably. He was speechless.
Before coming, he asked Han Miaojun for a sip of fresh milk just in case. Now...
Fortunately, the sword was strengthened and upgraded, and the two palace masters had restrained themselves, otherwise all the attributes would have gone out of control again, and I would have been in pain all over my body.
Lu Bei took a step forward, shattering the holy sword lotus under his feet. It was as if a peerless sword was unsheathed. Sword mist rose from his body, and the mighty force shattered the sky.
From afar, the scorching white halo spread out, shaped like a big sun.
Heaven and earth resonated. Even though Shao Shi Mountain was surrounded by a large formation and the solid space was indestructible, it was still difficult to withstand the raging sword intent.
The mountains rumbled and shook, and there were sounds of earth dragons howling. Black cracks in the ground ran like branches, stretching into the distance and breaking off more than a dozen low peaks.
“Hehehehe—”
I don’t know what the paper man is happy about, he just keeps laughing, his temperament is unpredictable, which makes him even more weird.
"What a good sword! It deserves the name of Heavenly Sword!"
Qi Shangdu untied the stone knife behind him and let it fall to the ground. His whole body seemed to be sublimated, bursting out with a strong will to kill anything.
Lu Bei let out a light exclamation and looked at the stone path that had fallen to the ground in surprise.
I seem to have seen this magical power somewhere before.
Where exactly is it
"In the past, my master and the Immortal Sword Master had a competition. My master held the knife and the Immortal Sword Master held the sword. My master peeped into the Immortal Sword's intention and realized this Abandoning Sword Method." Qi Shangdu took the initiative to explain.
Lu Bei suddenly realized, no wonder it looked so familiar, it turned out to be the Abandoned Sword Technique.
There is actually someone who can get free skills from the free monster Qilijing. Your master must be very powerful!
but…
Lu Beitou looked at him with sympathy. The pit of Qi Lijing was very deep. If one stepped into it, ten lives would not be enough to compensate for it. If the information was correct, Qi Shangdu's master should be dead.
"When my master realized this method, he became depressed and killed himself with a knife."
Yeah, I got cheated!
Lu Bei thought to himself that as expected, his cultivation had reached the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and he had fought against Mahayana cultivators many times. He knew very well that the strongest magical power of the Abandoned Sutra was not the Immortal Sword Intent, but his aptitude and understanding.
You can understand the artistic conception at a glance, and you can make use of the Taoist rhyme with a little thought.
Even if Qi Li Jing did not use a sword, but used his fists like the Demon King, he would still be invincible and create a method like the Immortal Fist that could dominate the world.
Without the understanding of Qilijing, but learning the Qilijing's Qilijian method, the result can be imagined.
In the end, when there is nothing left to abandon, you throw away your own life.
"I, the sect master, already know Tian Dao's intention. It is nothing more than hatred clouding his mind and seeking his own death. And this master, why are you here?" Lu Bei looked at the red-robed monk.
The red-robed monk clasped his hands together and said with reason: "I am sitting in the deep mountains, my mind is so quiet that I want to ask for a solution from you, Mr. Lu."
Lu Bei nodded, understanding what the red-robed monk meant.
I don't have any other intentions, I'm just itching to do something.
He stared at the last paper figure, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes flickered with golden flames: "This demon cultivator with a unique appearance, can you please tell me your name?"
“Hehehehe—”
The paper man waved his hands and laughed continuously. When the laughter died down, he confessed that he was a mere passerby and made it clear that he had no intention of disturbing the three people's fun.
After saying this, his body burned to ashes and disappeared between heaven and earth.
In the corner, Peng Xinzhi stood like a minion, ignored by everyone. He stood up straight, trying his best to show his presence, but neither Lu Bei, Tian Dao, the red-robed monk, nor even the angry Yan Xiaoshuang, paid any attention to him.
Peng Xinzhi's grief and anger did not stop there. He also saw Lu Bei slapping his butt a few times just now.
That wasn't just a slap on Yan Xiaoshuang's butt; that was clearly a declaration of sovereignty in person, a slap in the face.
Looking at the powerful strength displayed by Lu Bei, Peng Xinzhi almost died on the spot. No wonder the name of Tianjian Sect sounded so familiar to him. It turned out that he was the successor of the Immortal Sword Master Qilijing.
Yan Xiaoshuang's vision in choosing a Taoist partner did not disappoint him. If she had to choose one, she would choose the best.
For a moment, Peng Xinzhi, who tried to straighten his body, became hunched over. He, the King of Zhenbei, could not control the north at all.
"Master Yin, let's go." Peng Xinzhi said dejectedly.
There is no place for him here, so he might as well leave.
"Your Highness, this is an unprecedented battle, almost comparable to the one between Prince Zhao Qinyan and the great sword master Tian Mingzi. If we leave after this, won't we regret it for the rest of our lives?" Yin Zhen was horrified.
Peng Xinzhi thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case. Although he was not as good as Lu Bei of the Tianjian Sect at the moment, who could predict what would happen in the future
If he could gain something from observing this battle and his cultivation level improved greatly, he, the Little Prince Yan, might be able to get the word "Little" from it and become the second Little Prince Yan, Jiang Suxin.
"Excuse me, Sect Master Lu, are you Zhao Qin Tianmingzi?" Qi Shangdu asked.
"I can't say that. Zhao Qin spent a lot of money. Tian Mingzi is Tian Mingzi. He has nothing to do with this sect master."
Lu Beiqi asked, "How did you know this?"
"If that's the case!"
"… "
Peng Xinzhi had a hunched back, and he straightened his back repeatedly. This time he was really tired.
"Master Yin, I will leave first."