Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 258 The Road to Transformation

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"Cough cough, hello female benefactor! The monk is very polite."

The little monk didn't look outside at all, he looked very handsome, his face was slightly wine-red, which made the young female disciple from Kunlun Mountain a little embarrassed, a bit of shyness appeared on her clear face, and she whispered Response: "Hello, Master."

Hearing this, the little monk's face was full of smiles, but he soon became dignified again, coughed twice, and said in a deep voice: "Female benefactor, lean towards the little monk, the master is afraid that there will be a fierce battle next. It is inevitable that it will be affected, and the monk will protect it."

All the outstanding disciples of Jianghu sects and aristocratic families couldn't help turning their heads when they heard the words. They really didn't want to see the face of the young monk. Even though the outstanding disciples of the Kunlun sect are reduced to first-class now, they are still the background of the top sects. Even if the "Three Saints Fist" loses its essence, it is not comparable to ordinary first-class martial arts.

Not to mention the Kunlun female disciple in front of me, although she looks shy, she is one of the rare young masters who just managed to take a stab from the young headmaster.

Now, in the eyes of everyone, this young monk should not be called the Drunken Monk, but the Flower Monk.

The little monk didn't care, but the face of the Kunlun school female disciple turned even redder.

In front of the monastery, Su Qinian turned his back to everyone, but how could everything in the courtyard escape his perception, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, why there was always an illusion of luring a wolf into the house.

There are also a few people who have captured something from the words of the little monk, and when they look at the deep alley in front of the monastery, their eyes are slightly cold.

A stick of incense passed.

Outside the alley, some spies from various forces suddenly showed suspicion. Why didn't they make any noise?

After another stick of incense, the weather was still calm, and outside the east city wall of Chang'an, several young people who came with them welcomed again.

"Shushan disciple, Qu Feng!"

"Hengshan disciple, little master Dingyu!"

"Frost seal in Huashan!"

This is an outstanding disciple from Wuyue Sword Sect and Shushan Mountain, both of whom have long been famous in the same place, met at this time, took care of each other without saying a word, and walked into Chang'an City.

The three walked into the alley at the east end of Huangdao Long Street and met Su Qinian.

The Hengshan Sword and the Huashan Sword are different, and they condense many mysteries into one move. Although it is short-lived, it also allows Su Qinian to see a lot of mysteries. The true disciple of Confucianism and Taoism in the outer courtyard is similar.

The one who can really compare with the descendant of the Suppressing Demon Spear who has not comprehended the power of martial arts is the next Shushan disciple.

Shushan is famous all over the world for its sword control skills. It is different from ordinary kendo practitioners in the world.

Therefore, even if you have never set foot in the spiritual realm, you can still connect the sword with your mind with the unique sword refining method, and the sword will move when you move your mind.

There are rumors in the world that the ancestral home of swordsmanship should be in Shushan. Although no conclusion has been made, it can be seen that the strength of Shushan swordsmanship should be a must in martial arts.

A three-foot-long sword like gold and jade floated in front of him following the Shushan disciple Qu Feng's thoughts.

Su Qinian's eyes lit up, this person's cultivation level was the same as that of the original descendant of the Suppressing Demon Spear, and the second-rate and low-level cultivation level usually gave birth to a sharp edge that was two feet long, but when it came to this person In his hand, the sharp edge of the long sword is strong, and the sword energy is as long as three feet. It can be seen that the strength of Shushan swordsmanship is not just talk.

call out!

The next moment, the three-foot long sword burst out with dazzling sword light, like a ray of golden-red streamer, shuttling between the vacuum and the world, enveloping Su Qinian in an invisible edge.

"Flower Sword Art"!Shushan's first-class skill in controlling swords!

Back then when he had a glimpse in Longchi Town, now when he actually fought, Su Qinian discovered that the strength of this sword art was beyond his imagination. Falling from time to time, there is no fixed trajectory, only the interweaving of sharp edges and sword aura.

Su Qinian closed his eyes, and in an instant, in the ancestral orifice divine courtyard, the divine body opened his eyes, piercing through the emptiness, and seeing the source, he saw the colorful colors in the world, he didn't understand it before, but now he knows that these are the existence of the world The original brilliance will last forever.

Similarly, the source of true energy belonging to the disciple of Shu Mountain, and even the sword made of gold and iron, can be clearly seen in the eyes of the spirit body.

call!

Su Qinian took out the saber, the red gold long saber slashed out, the trajectory of the blade looked crooked, but it shuttled between the gaps of many original rays of light, it was still the third saber of death, but the speed of this saber reached an unimaginable speed The realm cut straight into the golden-red streamer, but with a sound of clang, sparks splashed in all directions, the streamer shattered, the golden and jade long sword revealed its true body, and Qu Feng, a disciple of Shu Mountain, staggered back three steps before he reluctantly put the sword back into its sheath .

At this time, this Shushan disciple looked at Su Qinian with shock and fear. He actually found out his natal sword just like this. Is it a coincidence or...

If the former is fine, but if the latter, it is hard for Qu Feng to imagine how the boy in front of him is so much stronger than the rumors.

Few people can see the mystery of this knife, and many people in the Taoist temple are thoughtful. If they change their positions, Shen Yin, an outstanding disciple from the Sword God Villa, may find it difficult for him to find the flaw in such a short period of time. And break open this sword.

The little monk Mingjue seemed to be aware of it, and his eyes swept across Su Qinian, revealing a solemn expression, and in the name of protection, he moved two more points towards the female disciple of the Kunlun School.

Not far away, the old man who was the former head of the hospital had a flash of light in his eyes, showing a subtle admiration.

On the third day, outstanding disciples from the ten major sects came to Beijing one after another. Su Qinian saw many extraordinary skills, such as the Quanzhen School's Nine-way "Da Kongming Fist" and the Samsara Temple's "Six Paths Palm". It was an eye-opener for him. In addition, some disciples from top sects and aristocratic families came to Beijing. On this day, the Taoist Academy added [-] new students, and there are already [-] disciples.

Forty-three people, although they are far less than the thousands of disciples in the outer courtyard of the Royal Academy, but these forty-three people are all outstanding disciples from various sects and aristocratic families in the martial arts world, and they even made it to the Dragon and Tiger List like the little monk Mingjue The young man Jie, the Daoist Academy is recovering, and just at the very beginning, it has caused many forces in the Quartet to tremble, and they are not sure about the minds of the martial arts sects and aristocratic families in the entire rivers and lakes. Is this a test?

Marquis Ling's Mansion.

A golden nanmu carriage drove into the Marquis's mansion, and Ling Tong, dressed in official robes, got out of the carriage. The master of the arsenal had just returned from the morning court, and got some news from the butler.

"Mingjue Drunken Monk, Qufeng in Shushan, Yujia of the Divine Sword, Sword God Villa..."

The master of the arsenal of heaven and earth walked in the winding corridor, uttering one name after another, his eyes were calm, and in an instant, the origins and lives of the forty-three people who entered the monastery were all told by him one by one. out.

The old housekeeper in the gray cloth robe followed behind, grabbed a few pieces of rice paper in his hand, and recorded them one by one.

"What's going on in the sky prison?" Shu Er, the master of the Qiankun arsenal, stopped and said.

"Master, the things have already been delivered. I don't know when they will be delivered." The butler responded with a deadpan expression and meticulousness.

"Wait a little longer." After a moment of pondering, Ling Tong said.

……

On the fourth day, at noon.

As June draws to a close, the air becomes dreary, and the cicadas sing in the afternoon, making one drowsy.

In the monastery, there were still forty-three figures at this time, and no one had come since Chen Shi.

And everyone looked at the front of the gate surrounded by purple air, the figure of the young headmaster, like a statue, has been standing for three days and three nights.

Few people know what kind of transformation Su Qinian is going through at this time.

This kind of metamorphosis is long-lasting and long, subtle and silent.

In the Taoist monastery, only young masters from a few sects and aristocratic families could vaguely see that the aura of the young master in front of him was becoming more and more restrained, and even that ethereal aura was gradually disappearing, and there was a kind of back-to-basics. sign.

As for the invisible general trend, it also seemed a little restrained, but compared with a few days ago, its vigorousness was also a world of difference.

These people understand that no matter whether they succeed or fail this time, it is a rare fortune and experience. In a short period of time, who can fight against the masters of various sects and aristocratic families in the world at the same time, and experience many extraordinary skills. Even a top-notch person who has walked the rivers and lakes for decades may not be able to compare.

When you digest and absorb it in the future, you will be able to make great progress and make further progress.

At this moment, these outstanding disciples from various sects and aristocratic families also have to admit that the young headmaster from Wudang in front of him is indeed a bit too powerful, at least at this age, few people of his generation can match him. In the Taoist monastery, I am afraid that only the drunken monk Mingjue little monk can compare with it.

It was not until dusk that the monastery welcomed the first visitor of the fourth day.

This is a young girl in a long purple dress, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with an icy aura exuding from her whole body, her eyes are arrogant, although she has a beautiful appearance, she is unfriendly to strangers, and she walks into the alley at this time , It's not amazing, everyone including Su Qinian felt that the person who walked into the alley was not a person, but a wild beast.

Mingjue, who was originally smiling, froze and looked forward, his expression changed suddenly, and he was about to escape into the depths of the monastery.

"Mingjue!"

In the alley, the girl in the purple dress had a face as frosty as snow, and she almost gritted her teeth.

call!

The next moment, the girl took a step forward, and everyone seemed to see a deep ocean. A kun fish with black markings broke out of the waves, soared ninety thousand miles, and turned into a golden-winged roc that was cast like gold.

""Northern Mingkun God Step"!"

(End of this chapter)