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Chapter 210 An Ordinary Sword Like an Immortal Guides the Way
"Cen Daoist, why do you look like you are here to play games? Could it be that you have advanced to the Gradient Realm, your skills are stronger, your vision is higher, and you can sweep away the big and small Daoist sects in Nanjiang Prefecture?"

Yun Qiuhe sneered, stared at the burly man opposite him, and sarcastically sarcastically.

Cen Sanlin was dressed in a coarse cloth single gown, he laughed and cupped his fists to apologize: "He Daochang spoke highly of Zhang Guanzhu, saying that Zhang Guanzhu is amazingly talented, and his swordsmanship talent is extraordinary, so when we met for the first time, Cen couldn't resist making a move. Zhang Guanzhu Forgive me, it was Cen who was abrupt!"

The big man bowed down and bowed, able to bend and stretch, without feeling embarrassed at all.

Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly raised his hand, clasped his fists in return, "Cen Daoist made a serious statement, Zhang is ashamed and dare not take it, ashamed!"

Yun Qiuhe snorted: "He Guangjun is uneasy and kind, this is to roast Guanzhu Zhang on the fire."

She sharply pointed out He Guangjun's sinister intentions.

The young man in the white robe at the back, who looked more like a scholar than a swordsman, raised his brows in dissatisfaction, he smiled and cupped his fists and said, "I haven't seen Daoist Yun for a long time, congratulations to Daoist Yun for breaking through, and the immortal way has reached a higher level!" After finishing the polite words, he changed his tone and said, "Xian seems to remember that Daoist Yun is a master of Xuanyun Guan, when did he change his school and join Xianling Temple?"

It means that you, an outsider, are not ashamed to make irresponsible remarks here.

Yun Qiuhe took out a jade tablet with a smile, lit it up, and said: "I came to Xianlingguan to be a Taoist priest, and I didn't have time to post a post to inform the idle Taoist, sin, sin!"

She deliberately emphasized the word "idle Taoist leader", because she didn't have that kind of leisure time.

Although Keqing Taoist priests are not so formal, they can be regarded as half masters.

The woman in Taoist robes has a delicate figure, looking timid and weak, she stepped forward with a smile on her face, and said: "Sister Yun, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and we will get together when we return to the city, you and them are so angry very?"

Yun Qiuhe pulled the woman and said with a smile: "Stay longer this time, I'll show you around, don't rush away. The two of them, why don't you go, we won't entertain you."

The petite woman named Du Huijian smiled without showing her teeth: "I'll go with you, stay with them, I'm bored."

Zhang Wenfeng understood that Yun Qiuhe and the three of them were acquaintances.

There is no shortage of exchanges between the disciples of the great sects, and of course there is also no shortage of open and covert battles, and there is competition.

After a brief introduction to each other, Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand and invited the three of them to the mountain as guests, since it was inconvenient for foreigners to be entertained in other courtyards.

Yue Anyan fell behind, and briefly explained to the young man on duty, asking him to go back to Qingzheng other courtyard, and change the next class to self-study, and let Wei Jingjie and the older boys supervise the apprentices' practice and study.

The second senior brother took the donkey on a mission yesterday, and he doesn't know when he will be back.

Burning incense in the main hall to pay homage to Taoist ancestors, everyone sat down in the west hall, served tea and greeted for a while, Cen Sanlin directly proposed to learn swordsmanship with Zhang Guanzhu, and also explained some rules, he will lower his cultivation until he reaches the perfection of Qi, but the sword has no eyes, If there is any damage, you can only bear it yourself, and ask Yun Qiuhe, a sharp-mouthed person, to be notarized.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't immediately agree, and asked curiously, "Cen Daoist, what's the injury on your shoulder?"

Cen Sanlin smiled and said: "It's not a problem, it's already fine. I had a sparring with Daoist He in early February, and I was injured more severely at that time. Fortunately, I gained a little understanding of the way of swordsmanship. While recuperating in Nanjiangzhou City, I was lucky enough to break through. A few days ago, I found Master He to compete again, but he was still not as good as others, so he instructed me to come to you."

Yun Qiuhe interjected and asked, "Cen Daoist, how many copies of the secret technique do you have left?"

Cen Sanlin didn't hide anything, and said with a smile: "There is only one footwork secret book left, and Taoist He chose one boxing technique."

"Oh, there is another sword skill, who has to go? Can you let me know."

"Friend Daoist Yun, forgive me, I promised that one, but I can't say it."

Cen Sanlin was more tactful and flexible than He Guangjun when it came to dealing with the world. He looked at Zhang Guanzhu and asked, "What's Zhang Guan's idea? If you have any concerns, feel free to raise them. We can discuss them."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded with a smile.

He was actually quite moved to learn swordsmanship with Xianyunke and Du Huijian who were in the same realm.

It was hard to find an opponent. After he sparred with He Guangjun, he practiced alone for several months. In the blink of an eye, it was now March [-]rd, and when his spiritual plant corn was planted, the seedlings grew as long as he pinched his fingers.

The level of my own swordsmanship is high or low. Only when I compete with my peers, or even with Cen Sanlin, a new sword cultivator who has only been promoted for less than a month, can I improve and discover my own shortcomings.

Working behind closed doors for a long time is not good for vision and state of mind.

He has used his tempered wood energy to suppress the red silk witchcraft for more than two months.

A few days ago, Ji Shixi flew over again to check on him, and returned without saying a few words.

He knew that Dr. Ji was on duty, and he had to keep track of his progress and report to his superiors. He also wanted to try whether he could suppress the witchcraft after using Yuan Qi, as an attempt.

Even if the witch spell breaks out, it would not be difficult for Yun Qiuhe to cooperate with the acting, and it would not be difficult to ask Ji Shixi to come over.

"Cen Daoist, I asked a few apprentices to watch the battle, gain some knowledge and broaden their horizons, won't it hinder you?"

It is rare for a master to come to challenge, Zhang Wenfeng put forward a small condition.

Cen Sanlin had no choice but to talk and laugh, and Zhang Guanzhu, who agreed to the challenge quite readily, walked outside.

After Yue Anyan went out, he went down the mountain from the side to call for someone. The temple master is willing to discuss with others, but she never interferes to dissuade him. The temple master has his own opinions.

Yun Qiuhe used the tip of his sword to mark out an area about eight feet wide and twelve feet long in the wheat drying field, and preached a few established rules for the competition. After Yue Anyan called the top ten apprentices from Qingzheng Bieyuan, he announced the start .

The first to play is the idler in the "Three Musketeers".

The man dressed as a scholar drew out a delicate and long white long sword, and saluted with the sword in his arms: "The name of the sword is Piaoxu, please enlighten me!"

"Please!"

Zhang Wenfeng was a little puzzled, why did he deliberately report the name of the sword?
After he returned the salute, he tapped his foot, and stabbed forward with the green bamboo sword in his right hand, stabbing stably, and in the blink of an eye, he handed it to the chest of the scholar who was two feet away. He learned swordsmanship from He Guangjun.

That guy has such a high cultivation base, and he always took the lead every step of the way when facing the weak cultivation base at the beginning, and he was not polite.

"It's the 'immortal guiding the way'! Be careful!"

Du Huijian was taken aback and gave a reminder outside the court.

All three of them have suffered from this trick, more than once.

He Guangjun used this tactic to deal with them every time, and rarely used the third tactic. Unexpectedly, in an unknown small Taoist temple in the countryside, he saw the immortal guide who almost stunned them.

Regardless of the speed and angle of the sword, and the damn preemptive attack, they are all the same.

There are few people in the world who know how to use the sword of the immortal to guide the way, but there are only a handful of guys who can use it so back to the basics.

No wonder He Guangjun asked them to challenge Guanzhu Zhang, they are like dogs.

Xianyunke couldn't care less about his scholarly spirit any longer, he swung his sword obliquely to block, and his feet floated back sideways.

They have practiced and researched how to crack the Immortal Guidance, and there are several methods, the simplest one is to break through, break the opponent's momentum, do not fight head-on, and counterattack from the side.

Even if he couldn't break He Guangjun's master's sword power, he still had some confidence in dealing with Zhang Guanzhu, who was at the same level.

He secretly blamed himself for making a fuss, and was scared out of the shadows by this move, in fact, it was all right to rush to attack with the opponent.

No matter how the scholar changed his moves and retreated, Zhang Wenfeng developed feelings for Yishi flat stab, his mind was calm, and all kinds of changes happened naturally, his wrist turned slightly, and he made a subtle turn and rotation along the direction of the scholar's chopping sword.

The two swords did not collide with each other, and the energy was turbulent and entangled.

Turn the wrist to turn the back of the hand down, stab obliquely, and chase with the sword.

Allowing the scholar to change his stance drastically, to bump and strangle, he casually moved his wrist slightly, and the two swords were always within reach. The two sword lights, one white and one blue, were as gluey as paint in the bright spring, and the rays of light complemented each other.

A bit of sharpness follows like a shadow, never leaving the scholar's chest and abdomen.

The scholar had to retreat to the left and right to dodge, and was sweating profusely for a moment, not daring to stop for half a step.

He has also reached the state of hand-to-hand sword repair, why is there such a big difference?

Once back, back again,

Backed to the left, was forced to go to the right again.

No matter how he used his swordsmanship, he still couldn't get rid of the immortal guidance that gave him a headache.

Shui Qingru, who was watching the battle condescendingly on the platform, excitedly grabbed the arm of another young girl with a delicate face. Her eyes lit up as she watched the host use a simple but exquisite flat stab to force the opponent into a A big horse monkey, jumping up and down, unable to recover, couldn't help but blurted out:
"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)