Kind of Immortals

Chapter 294: Bamboo Luan Immortal Pen
Yunzhong Island is very big, like continuous mountains, if it is not because it is surrounded by the sea, it may really be called mountains instead of islands.

The hazy mist half-obscured, even the people who arrived early were full of mystery.

You Ruo stood on the island, looked around and found no familiar people, maybe it was covered by the fog, and only nearby figures could be seen.

More and more people gathered on the island, talking about it, and some people were waiting anxiously.At the end, I saw a middle-aged monk who appeared to be no more than 50 years old stepped forward, stood in the middle, and watched the crowd. feel.

"Since everyone is almost here, the meeting will officially begin. I am honored to preside over the meeting. It must be fair and strict. Everyone is just exchanging weapons. Don't hurt people lightly when you reach the end."

Qinglin's expression changed, and he blurted out in shock: "It turned out to be him."

"Who is it?" You Ruo couldn't help but look up, and when he saw the person in front of him, his face was full of shock.

This person is Qiu Zhongming, the master of Shengxu Sect. You Ruo and Qing Lin pretended to be miracle doctors to save his grandson, but unexpectedly he was elected as the host of the meeting.

As soon as Qiu Zhongming spoke, everyone immediately became quiet, and the conference began.

"Let me go first." A black-faced monk in his thirties stood in the middle of the field, holding a strange sword in his hand. The reason why it was strange was that black swords were so rare.

He glanced at the crowd, complacent, and as soon as the sword was unsheathed, his eyes were startled: "I don't want to be the first, I just want to keep fifty rings, if not, I will never report my name."

"Then I will meet Your Excellency's black sword." The small-eyed cultivator of about the same age came to the stage without showing any weakness. A sword that looked ordinary but shone with golden light was also extraordinary.

As soon as the meeting started, the island became one with all kinds of swords, lights and swords, all kinds of weird weapons, and the black sword of the black-faced monk really dominated the field. After 49 games, he still held the ring.

There was an uproar in the audience, a young man with good facial features slowly took a few steps, his body was cold, as if deliberately trying to give everyone a bad impression, but his hands were empty, and he didn't know what kind of magic weapon was hidden on his body.

Looking at this familiar face, Qinglin frowned slightly, isn't this the pen boy who caught his attention on Xueling Mountain?It seems that his artifact must be the pen.

When Qing Lin looked at the man, the man also looked at him, with a pair of sharp eyes emitting a cold light.

The black-faced monk was curious, and felt a strong wind blowing. He swung his sword, and was swept far away. When he barely stabilized his figure, he could see clearly what was in the man's hand. It is a pen.

The green body of the pen, like bamboo and jade, is shining with luster, and the nib is golden-gray, as if made of precious bird feathers, very smooth, and the whole pen feels extraordinary.

"Can a pen have such great power?" The black-faced monk was quite surprised.

The man smiled slightly, and said with arrogance: "This is not an ordinary pen. Wen can write, but Wu's is immeasurable."

"I want to see how powerful a pen can be." The black-faced monk seemed unconvinced, and the black sword exuded thick black air, and rolled away wildly.

"Huh!" The man snorted coldly, as if he didn't pay attention to the black-faced monk at all, with a touch of the pen tip, a piece of cellophane seemed to appear in front of him, forcibly blocking the black air.

The black air rebounded, and the black-faced cultivator was injured by his own sword energy. His entire body was blasted more than ten meters away, and even the ground sank.

The man's pen fell, and the cellophane shattered, leaving behind four large golden characters in the void: Overestimate one's abilities.

"sharp."

"Good strokes."

"magic……"

People are talking about it, and they are very optimistic about this pen.

The man smiled faintly, his eyes filled with pride: "This pen is made of bamboo jade, and the nib is made of Huo Luan's hair. When the two are added together, this pen has magical power. I named it Zhuluan Immortal Pen."

"What, the body of the pen is actually made of bamboo jade, which is hard to find for a thousand years..."

"Do you see Huoluan more often? There is only one in the world."

Everyone was in an uproar, as if this pen had really become the fairy pen in the man's mouth.

"Fairy pen? I want to try how powerful this fairy pen is."

The sarcasm broke the silence on the field and brought everyone back to reality.

You Ruo stared at the person who appeared again, unable to hide his shock: "Jiang Yu?"

Jiang Yu waved a white folding fan back and forth, with a personable but rebellious face.

Seeing You Ruo staring at Jiang Yu for a long time, Qing Lin felt very unhappy, and stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, and said coldly, "Have you been looking forward to seeing him?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, how can I have it?" You Ruo took Qing Lin's hand away, and glared at him with some displeasure.

"If you let me know that you are thinking of others, I will cut off your thoughts." Qinglin leaned close to Youruo's ear and whispered, actually with a threatening tone.

Youruo looked at Qinglin puzzled, what does it mean to cut off her thoughts, how to make a decision, kill someone?
Qinglin gave a funny smile, revealing a mystery.

Jiang Yu didn't notice the two of them. While waving the folding fan, a cold sword filled between the sky and the earth caused the temperature here to drop suddenly. Many people were caught off guard and couldn't help shivering several times.

"Guanghan Sword!" The man recognized the sword at a glance, his face finally changed, and his expression became much more dignified.

I haven't seen him for a few months, but Jiang Yu's skills are advancing by leaps and bounds. As soon as the cold sword comes out, the cold light shoots out, like a galloping giant python galloping between the sky and the earth. In the void, there seems to be a deep and wide opening. scattered.

Everyone knows that this Guanghan sword was originally derived from heaven and earth, absorbing the cold air for hundreds of millions of years, and was finally refined by Jiang Lingtian's master, Venerable Wuli. The sword's power comes from the sky, and the sword's energy is born from the earth. , the stronger the power of the sword.

Jiang Yu showed his supernatural power, and when he calmed down, he looked at the man with an indifferent expression: "I heard that Baixu Daoist has accepted a new disciple, it must be you?"

"Huh?" The man was slightly surprised. He must have never expected that Jiang Yu would recognize his identity at a glance. His expression gradually returned to calm, and he said with a faint smile, "That's right, Master Baixu is the teacher of my family. My surname is Xiang, and my single name is Yang. Character."

"Hehe, then it's up to Jiang Yu to ask Mr. Xiangyang for advice."

Before Xiangyang came back to his senses, the three feet of freezing cold had already hit his body, and even the surrounding sea area was covered with a layer of white air. If the sea water was not wide enough, and it had the power to keep out the cold, it might be hundreds of miles away. will be covered by air.

The Zhuluan Immortal Brush and the Guanghan Sword fought endlessly. On the island, the mist permeated from time to time, the mountains and rocks were completely destroyed, and the waves soared to the sky. Maybe.

Among the crowd, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking towards this side, Qinglin looked around but found no trace, his breath became colder as he frowned slightly.

(End of this chapter)