Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 479: Defeat with One Sword

A breeze blew towards him, and Zeng Xiyue, who was feeling dizzy and staggering, immediately felt refreshed.

She looked at her master's green Taoist robe, which was shining with precious light, and it became ordinary. The lazy tiger squatting on the other side of the bridge was chewing a crystal and giving her an irritating look.

Xu Yuanchang glanced in the direction of Wangjian Hall and used a green light to circle Zeng Xiyue who was shaking her fist at Lanhu, and a light flashed.

He used the teleportation ability he had already mastered and instantly reached the top of a mountain seventy or eighty miles away.

Lazy Tiger soon emerged from the ground and turned back into a black cat.

At the sword field in the back mountain, Yu Fengwu, wearing a bright yellow dress, was teaching her apprentice to practice swordplay. She moved lightly and appeared nearby. She smiled charmingly at Sect Master Xu and said, "You're here. The precious clothes you're wearing look very unique."

Xu Yuanchang glanced at Meng Yiyi who was standing still on the sword pole in the distance and said with a smile: "Congratulations on your success in swordsmanship. I want to treat you."

Zeng Xiyue bowed obediently and said, "I, your disciple, come to pay my respects to my grandmaster."

For some reason, she felt a little afraid of Master Yu, who did not look stern.

Normally, she tried to avoid going to Wangjian Hall, but this was the first time she had seen Grandmaster Yu smiling so beautifully.

Yu Fengwu raised her hand, asked the little guy to stand up, and replied with a smile: "I'll treat you to some good tea."

He extended his hand to invite the sect leader to sit in the Forget Sword Hall. Maids placed spiritual fruits and snacks on the table. Zeng Xiyue was boiling water nearby, and a black cat was sleeping outside the door.

While they were chatting, the spring water in the kettle started to boil and bubbles like fish eye balls appeared.

Yu Fengwu took out an ordinary wooden box from the ring space, opened the lid, pinched three flat green tea leaves with a wooden clamp, put them into a small white jade bowl, picked up the boiling water, and poured it diagonally into the tea bowl.

The aroma of tea wafts out along with the hot steam.

The tea leaves are like swords hanging in the jade bowl, with a hint of sword spirit lingering around the tea.

Zeng Xiyue, sniffing the fragrance and swallowing her saliva, immediately gave up her extravagant hope of tasting the tea.

She knows her own limitations and she definitely can't afford this.

I get stomachache after eating.

"Sect Master, please!"

"please!"

The two men raised their tea bowls in salute to each other.

Xu Yuanchang took a sip of this unique tea, feeling the novelty of the sword spirit entering his stomach. After savoring it for a while, he praised: "The sword spirit is added to the tea, which is wonderful!"

He drank the remaining tea in one gulp, reached out to take the wooden box containing tea leaves, and put it into his sleeve.

Yu Fengwu laughed and joked: "You are really not polite. I worked so hard to brew two taels of new tea, but you took it all away and didn't even leave me any."

He picked up the teapot and refilled the empty tea bowl opposite him with boiling water.

After putting down the pot, he gently swung his right hand backwards.

Zeng Xiyue immediately tactfully called two maids to serve her and left the hall together.

Xu Yuanchang laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a good skill. Did you learn it from your master?"

He picked up the jade bowl and took another sip, leisurely comprehending the elusive sword intent.

He mastered the Illusion Floating Life Slash, and from what Old Ye had said, it was an illusion magic power that was created by True Man Yu Gu by combining the power of sword.

After Old Ye learns it, the power he unleashes will definitely surpass his, because Old Ye practiced swordsmanship hard after his reincarnation, using the identity of a swordsman to conceal his true nature as an illusionist.

"Yes, the 'Sword Soul Nourishing Tea' prepared by my master is truly one of a kind, with an endless aftertaste. You are not lucky enough to have it."

Yu Fengwu smiled and said, "I have only learned a little bit, you can just use it as tea to quench your thirst."

The two exchanged a few words about tea and exchanged a few words about their adventures in the upper domain.

Xu Yuanchang took the initiative to ask: "How is Yi Yi's situation?"

He could see that Yu Fengwu "drove" Zeng Xiyue out because she must have something to say to the little guy that she didn't want the little guy to know.

Yu Fengwu shook her head and said, "Yi Yi's cultivation was pushed up by taking drastic measures. She was originally at an average level in the sword realm. After taking shortcuts, she didn't make steady progress... Now she is even more mixed and impure. Even if I can help her break into the seventh level of sword realm, she will never be able to improve any further."

She only had one disciple, who had been trained for hundreds of years, but was wasted.

Xu Yuanchang could understand the other party's disappointment and comforted him, "There is always a way out. Since the sword path is not feasible, why not let Yi Yi try to practice the law? Before he advances to the seventh level, he still has time to understand the rules of heaven and earth and reshape his future path."

For the vast majority of cultivators, being able to advance to the seventh floor is already an unbelievable luxury.

But compared to them, the ascending monks, the seventh floor is just the starting point.

Besides, Dengxianguan has no shortage of resources required for the seventh level.

Yu Fengwu said softly: "I have this idea. Let's discuss it with you first, and then choose the right time to talk to Yi Yi. She has the previous state of mind to hone her foundation. If she concentrates on practicing for a hundred years, she will be able to return to the sixth floor."

Xu Yuanchang took out a jade bottle from his sleeve and said, "I happen to have a wisp of ice rule power in my collection. I used the divine platform to condense it to perfection. Yi Yi may be able to use it."

Yu Fengwu did not refuse. He took the jade bottle, opened the seal and looked inside. He looked at the sect master who was drinking tea opposite him and asked with a smile, "Where did you get the eighth-level rule power?"

Compared with the impure and impure seventh-order rule power, the quality of the eighth-order rule power is incomparable.

Meng Yiyi happens to have an ice-walking physique. With this power of rules, he will definitely be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort when he is promoted to the seventh floor in the future.

Xu Yuanchang said: "Back then on Cuozong Island, Dongyou Sect sent a monk from the Eighth Floor named Lin to kidnap me. I used the flying sword given by your master to kill him unexpectedly and obtained three strands of rule power from his dissolving Dharma image."

He had already used up the power of the wood element.

Yu Fengwu sealed the jade bottle and put it into her sleeve. Her eyes moved and she asked with a smile, "This is a good thing. How can I thank you?"

Xu Yuanchang laughed: "In the future, please give me a few more kilograms of 'Sword Soul Nourishing Tea'. We are family, so you are welcome."

Yu Fengwu spat inwardly. This idiot didn't know how to use his chance. He just pretended to be crazy and stupid with her. She smiled and said, "I won't give you tea. You said 'you're welcome' yourself."

Xu Yuanchang laughed dryly: "You are too rude. Don't blame me for coming to rob you when the time comes." He quickly changed the subject and asked: "When are you going to the Upper Domain? Then we can go together."

Yu Fengwu frowned slightly and said, "My Heart Sword is just beginning to take shape, and I need to nurture it for a hundred years. You should go to the Upper Realm first, and you don't have to wait for me."

The two chatted for more than half an hour, and when they came out of the lobby, Zeng Xiyue had already disappeared.

Lazy Tiger got up from the ground and followed his master out.

Xu Yuanchang returned to Bailin Valley and spent two hours every day drawing and studying the eighth-level talisman, cultivating the Dao seal, familiarizing himself with the performance of the illusion armor, and sensing the emptiness and tranquility of the heaven and earth. In the dead of night, he would definitely make a cup of sword-intention soul-nourishing tea to experience the elusive and elusive artistic conception. He did not seek to master the profound sword intent, but was satisfied if he could slightly enhance the power of the illusion floating life slash.

After he finished drinking two taels of tea, Yu Fengwu specially brought him a can of carefully brewed new tea.

Twelve years passed in a hurry.

Sect Leader Xu, who had made a breakthrough in the art of talismans, said hello to Yu Fengwu and the others, traveled from Bailin Valley to Qiyuntai blessed land, visited Liu Xianfeng who was in seclusion, and then appeared three hundred miles south of Zhangtai ancient city.

He transformed into a burly man in grey clothes and strong outfit, carrying on his shoulder a palm-sized sword transformed from a semi-immortal soldier.

He had a rather rough demeanor of a physical cultivator and walked alone towards the southwest.

When it was getting dark, they met three adventurous monks who were setting up camp to rest.

"Hey, brother, don't rush in at night. There is a 'Qinghuanggou' ahead. There are many overlapping layers, fractures and cracks. Be careful not to take a detour and get stuck."

A bald man spoke up to remind them.

Another thin man in green clothes held a dry branch in his mouth and muttered vaguely: "Vulture, you are too nosy. This is not Zhoushan Territory. Don't cause trouble."

There was another person wrapped in a black robe, shrouded in mist, sitting quietly without saying a word.

Xu Yuanchang stopped and smiled: "Okay, we'll leave tomorrow morning."

About five miles away from the three-person camp, he found a dark green rock on the hillside and sat down with his golden sword, inserting the broadsword beside him.

The bald man named Vulture greeted him: "Brother, what's your name? Are you going to Hunshi Cliff or Bamian Mountain? Maybe we can go the same way."

The thin man muttered to himself, complaining that his companion shouldn't talk to strangers.

Xu Yuanchang replied readily: "My surname is Yuan, and I'm going to Hunshi Cliff to try my luck. Where are you going?"

"It's Fellow Daoist Yuan. My name is Vulture, and this cowardly fellow is Skinny Monkey. Let's go to Hunshi Cliff. You don't want to go into the 'Deep Ice Cave', do you? At this time of year, there are many adventurers going to the Deep Ice Cave in Hunshi Cliff."

The bald man insulted his companion and asked in a casual manner.

But he did not introduce the monk wrapped in mist.

Xu Yuanchang smiled and said, "Yuan is thinking of going to Kubing Cave to see what's going on there. Would you like to go to Kubing Cave too?"

"Let's not join in the fun and just wander around the Hunshi Cliff."

The bald man got the other party's destination out of him, but cunningly did not reveal his own specific itinerary.

The two sides were silent for a while.

As night falls, the mountain wind howls.

Another group of monks came here to rest, and seeing that the entrance of the canyon was occupied, they walked ten miles away, setting up formations and equipment, busy in silence.

The bald man tried to talk to those people again, but no one paid any attention to him and he was completely turned down.

Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, the Vulture gang took the lead and Xu Yuanchang followed slowly behind. It was his first time walking on this dangerous road. He could see all the overlapping layers, fractures and cracks. He followed the three people in front and crossed Qinghuanggou easily.

It was not until the afternoon of the third day that the group arrived at the huge and round Hunshi Cliff.

The Vultures stopped and let the lone traveler who had been following them go first. They were really scared by the sight of the lone traveler, but they did not dare to provoke the rough and sturdy man with a sword who was becoming increasingly unpredictable.

There were more than a dozen monks standing sparsely below the stone cliff, each with a complicated expression and whispering to each other.

Someone shouted to the four people, "The Dry Ice Cave is occupied by someone, and you are not allowed to enter the cave."

"Oh, there is such a strange thing. There are so many of us..."

The vulture was talking without restraint, and before he could finish his words, the skinny monkey quickly grabbed him and stopped him, telling him to be careful with his words, as the Dry Ice Cave was not the only place to explore in the Hunshi Cliff.

Xu Yuanchang had already seen a white-bearded old man sitting above him. The aura emanating from his body was clearly that of an eighth-level divine way. He flew up slowly. The strange forbidden techniques in this place had little effect on him.

"Uh... Senior Yajuelou!"

Vulture was so surprised that he almost blurted out the word "old monster", but fortunately he reacted quickly.

The skinny monkey was so nervous that he pinched the vulture's arm hard, and said, "Mr. Baldy, can you please stop talking?"

During the two days of traveling together, Vulture asked a lot of questions.

Just thinking about it gives me a chill down my spine. What a great fortune!

The old man sitting on the hillside of the stone cliff floated up, looked at the rough man flying up with a broadsword, and said in a deep voice: "Friend, can you give me a favor and let me use the withered ice cave for a few days?"

Xu Yuan grinned: "How many days did you say?"

He had done his homework in advance. The Dry Ice Cave was a secret place with complex terrain and various ice cellars and secret caves. Summer was the best time to explore there, searching for various crystals or spiritual herbs, as well as ancient ruins and so on.

The other party didn't even tell us his name or the territory he climbed, so why should we ask him to give in?

Is it because of his thick skin or powerful background?

The old man suddenly released the magic formula with his left hand, which was hidden in his sleeve, and aimed it at the burly man two hundred feet away.

It turned out that he had a disagreement and took the initiative to attack. There was a dazzling and dense golden light, among which were several black gold needles, which were extremely sharp and smashed the rough man who was caught off guard into pieces.

A distance of only two hundred feet is just a stone's throw away for the masters of the Eighth Floor.

However, the next moment, a sword light suddenly appeared nearby and slashed the stunned old man on the head.

"Ow..."

The old man, who had thrown out a brilliant golden shield to block the sword light, suddenly let out a painful howl. He was hit by Xu Yuanchang's Illusion Floating Life Slash and exploded with a "bang". No trace of broken limbs or bloody body was left.

"Boy, Jie Tian Feng is not done with you! Just wait!"

An old man's vicious cry was heard in the distance.

Xu Yuanchang retracted his broadsword and grinned, "Go back and tell Uncle Lin that my last name is Xu!"

Without looking back, he dived into the cave filled with gurgling cold water.

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(End of this chapter)