Zhu Tian: Becoming a Sword Master from Martial Arts

Chapter 98 The Unwelcome Yuan Sect, Hanshan City

The inheritance of these ancient sects has never disappeared from ancient times to the present. At most, after the inheritance is taken away, the inheritance will lose its function, but it will reappear later.

Old Man Wudao and his companions did not know what means those ancient powers had used to achieve this, but they were certain that the ancient heritage in this ancient battlefield had never truly disappeared.

This is because there had been more than one ancient inheritance that had appeared in different eras, which had led people to suspect that those ancient inheritances were actually selecting people with qualified qualifications and passing them down.

But now it seems more likely that no one has ever truly obtained the inheritance of these ancient sects.

"Two senior brothers, have you noticed anything?"

After a quick glance, the old man's gaze lingered on a certain place on the ground. His old pupils condensed slightly. There seemed to be signs of burning on the ground. Although there were no traces left on the ground, there was still the breath of fire.

Hearing the question from old man Wudao, the elders from the two super sects, Shenzong and Fugu, did not say anything, but their eyes flashed with some surprise and doubt.

When Old Man Wudao and others saw this, they did not say anything. Instead, Liu Tong could not wait to urge them.

"Don't forget, we agreed to supervise each other and not to hide anything. Are you two trying to embezzle the treasure of this ancient battlefield? If so..."

Although Liu Tong did not say the following words out loud, his cold expression already showed the threat written on his harsh face.

The old man in the white robe, white hair and white eyebrows of the Shenzong couldn't help but frown when he heard this. After glancing at Liu Tong with his bright eyes, he said indifferently.

"Brother, you are proficient in the art of spiritual formations. I think you know more about it than I do. Let me tell you!"

The old man from Fu Valley was completely the opposite, he was dressed in a black robe, had black hair, and always had a kind smile on his face. Even when threatened by Liu Tong, a mere Nirvana Realm deacon, he still had a smile on his face. After hearing the words of the white-browed old man from Shenzong, he spoke with a look of amazement.

"Since you are so modest, I will share my humble opinion."

Each super sect has its own territory. Although there are occasional frictions, most of the time they are still harmonious. After all, they are all successful practitioners with good personalities. They are polite when they meet and call each other brothers and sisters.

Uh, except Yuanmen!

"There is still a faint strange aura here, a chaotic aura with no source. The brothers from Wangui Sect should know it better."

The beautiful lady in willow skirt, the old man Wudao and others turned their heads when they heard the voice, and saw the gray-robed old man with gloomy aura surrounding him from the Wan Kui Sect nodded slightly and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"It's like the aura of a Fu puppet, but it has more spirituality than a Fu puppet, but it's very fragmented, as if it was gathered together by someone with great magical power."

"It seems that I was not wrong."

The black-robed, black-haired old man from Fu Gu chuckled and said this, but soon, that originally smiling face gradually turned serious.

"There is a special fluctuation between heaven and earth, which is somewhat similar to a spirit formation, but also somewhat different. Moreover, there is no fluctuation of any formation pattern between heaven and earth. I think that person must have really obtained some special means. Therefore, he can use the special power of the ancient battlefield to form a similar effect to the spirit formation, thereby gathering the spirit of the ancient heritage token."

As the black-haired old man spoke, he raised his hand and waved it. An invisible wave of mental power surged out, rolling up the collapsed stone statue on the ground. Then, the broken stones, under the control of the old man's mental power, once again formed the original one-legged stone statue of the divine bird.

"In other words, that person can really uncover the secrets of the ancient battlefield?"

The muscular man from Honghuang Palace's voice, like the sound of a huge bell, echoed in the forest. Seeing that the faces of the others were a little solemn, the man's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he pretended to speak casually.

"Deacon Liu Tong's previous guess was wrong. Does that mean our previous agreement is void?"

"Why should we cancel it? Although it is not a treasure, it is also an opportunity in the ancient battlefield. If we interfere casually, how will these little guys view our major super sects?"

The beautiful woman in the willow skirt had a smile in her eyes and spoke softly. While speaking, she couldn't help but glance at Liu Tong.

Sword Saint, a very familiar title. Moreover, there is a very faint Supreme Power between heaven and earth. So, the identity and origin of that person is self-evident.

Such a genius, even if he cannot be accepted into the palace, can still establish good relationships with him in advance. Anyway, as long as he does not fall into the hands of Yuanmen, it will be fine.

Liu Tong's face darkened slightly when he heard this. How could he not understand? This was what the beautiful woman said to him on purpose. Before this, he deliberately said that no one should interfere. Firstly, his strength was not as good as these people, and he had no chance of winning the snatch. At the same time, Qin Tian of the Yuan Dynasty was extremely powerful, and he was the undisputed number one in this Hundred Dynasties War. At worst, the name of Yuanmen could directly recruit anyone who got it into the sect.

But now, not only is the opportunity not what was expected before, but the man's strength is far beyond Qin Tian's, and he has killed many geniuses of the dynasty under Yuanmen. Obviously, it would be difficult to rely on the name of Yuanmen to do things.

"Yes, I agree!"

The old man Wu Dao at the side was the first to respond. He has always been very happy to put on a fuss for the Yuan Sect. The remaining five people also nodded. The white-browed old man from the Shen Sect spoke first without waiting for Liu Tong to express his opinion.

"Since everyone has agreed, I hope you won't go against the agreement when the time comes, otherwise..."

"Who said everyone agreed?"

As soon as Liu Tong finished speaking, the black-robed old man from Fu Gu said with a smile.

"Could it be that Deacon Liu Tong disagrees?"

"You... me, humph! This deacon naturally agrees!"

Facing seven powerful men at the Shengxuan realm level, Liu Tong felt a little frightened, but when his gaze swept across a certain place on the ground, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

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The ancient battlefield, the Northern Territory, has become increasingly lively recently.

At the beginning, it was the God of Death, oh no, it was the Sword Saint who suddenly appeared, which shook the entire Northern Territory, whether it was the northwest region or the northeast region. Since the Hundred Dynasties War, there has never been such a cold-hearted person. According to incomplete statistics, nowadays, the number of strong men who died at the hands of the Sword Saint is no longer calculated by the number of people, but the number of dynasties!
Yes, it was all calculated. The number of participating dynasties that died at the hands of the Sword Saint was not the number of contestants from major dynasties, because every time the Sword Saint made a move, all the contestants of an entire dynasty would be wiped out.

So far, it is said that there are more than thirty of them, among which there are nine high-level dynasties and one is a super dynasty!

As the Sword Saint became famous in the Northern Territory and intimidated countless dynasty geniuses, and was called by many as the real number one master in the Hundred Dynasties War, the equally famous Xiao Yuanjun Qin Tian suddenly headed north from the central area, apparently wanting to go to the Northern Territory to compete with the Sword Saint.

Once this news came out, it shocked everyone instantly.

The Great Yuan Dynasty was the leader among the ten great super dynasties, and Qin Tian, ​​the Little Yuan Monarch, was known as a peerless genius who appeared once in hundreds of years in the Great Yuan Dynasty, with amazing talent.

Although the Sword Saint's origins are unknown, his strength is equally astonishing. The most important thing is that although the Sword Saint always holds a sword in his hand, no one has ever seen him draw the sword. This is the most frightening thing.

Northeast region, Hanshan City.

Just ten miles outside Hanshan City, there is a low mountain. Although the peak is not high, it is extremely cold. Only those who have passed the Nirvana Realm and have been tempered by the fire of Nirvana can be unaffected. If one is not strong enough, he must use his Yuan power to resist, otherwise, the cold air will enter the body and he will either die or be injured.

Hanshan City, a restaurant in the city.

Because Hanshan City is close to the Central Region, whenever the Hundred Dynasties War begins, strong men from super sects will come to settle in the city. One reason is to earn some Nirvana Pills, and the other is that the Nirvana energy here is extremely rich, which is also conducive to practice.

However, today, a restaurant was exceptionally quiet. The guests in the restaurant were sitting on the benches, feeling very uncomfortable, and their eyes would occasionally glance at the graceful figure in white by the window.

If it weren't for the face of that man whose features were hard to remember but unforgettable, just looking at that silver hair and slender figure, it would be easy to mistake him for a woman.

But at this moment, because of the slender figure like a woman, the whole restaurant became quiet.

Sword Saint, rather than Sword Saint, others prefer to call him God of Death, because his gaze always makes people feel cold all over, as if, in his eyes, life and death are the same thing. If you look directly into his eyes, you will even have an involuntary feeling in your heart that death is no different from life, so you can directly welcome death, just like you welcome life.

"Boom!"

The slight sound made everyone sitting in the restaurant jump in their hearts. Even the elite disciples from the super sects shuddered and subconsciously turned their heads to look at the figure in white.

But I saw that the man casually placed the wine jug in his hand on the table, making a slight sound.

After Lin Xuan put down the wine jug, he took a sip of the wine in the glass. He felt a mysterious and clear air rushing into his mind, making his eyes light up slightly.

The pot of wine in front of him seemed to Lin Xuan to be more interesting than the good wine that Bo Xuan invited him to drink. He then shook his head slightly, with a little more smile in his eyes. He, a person who didn't like wine and didn't understand wine, actually started to compare the quality of wine.

Little did he know that the action of shaking his head frightened everyone in the restaurant so much that their faces turned pale.

Lin Xuan raised the wine glass again and was about to take another sip when he suddenly stopped and turned to look at the wide street downstairs. There, a young man with an elegant aura was striding towards the restaurant.

The young man was wearing a white shirt, which was different from Lin Xuan's cold white robe. The white shirt had a hint of warm yellow on it. The pattern of the rising sun on the handsome young man's clothes gave off an air of nobility that indicated his extraordinary origin.

"Hiss! That's... Xiao Yuanjun, Qin Tian?"

Although the visibility was poor at some places inside the restaurant, one could still see the man walking towards the restaurant called "A Restaurant". It was hard not to guess that his target was the Sword Master sitting there.

"Little Yuan Jun Qin Tian, ​​Sword Saint, is it possible that there will really be a battle between two kings today to decide the champion of the Hundred Dynasties War in advance?"

Many people looked at Lin Xuan's back cautiously, then stretched their heads to look at Qin Tian who was walking quickly towards them, and couldn't help whispering to each other.

"Tsk tsk, it looks like there will be something interesting to watch today!"

"So, who do you think will win?"

"I think the Sword Saint will win. Even the troops that wiped out the super dynasty before were unable to make the Sword Saint draw his sword. The Sword Saint's strength is simply unimaginable!"

"I think that Little Yuanjun has a great chance of winning. I've heard that Little Yuanjun could have joined the Yuan Sect directly, but he came here specially to participate in order to win the championship of the Hundred Dynasties War and propose to Fairy Ling Qingzhu of Jiutian Taiqing Palace."

"Hiss! Is this true? Didn't they say that the young Yuan Wang of this generation of Yuan Sect has been pursuing Fairy Qingzhu?"

"Hehe, I don't know about that. However, I heard that Fairy Qingzhu didn't seem to have any feelings for either of them. Instead, she lost her appetite because of a genius from a low-level dynasty and was even punished with confinement."

"Brother, how did you know this?"

"Because I know people from the Immortal Dynasty, and I heard from them..."

A young man who was originally enthusiastically sharing some "intelligence" suddenly froze in place. Amid the puzzled gazes of others, he revealed a smile that was uglier than crying.

Then, these people seemed to realize something and turned around quickly, only to see that the person sitting by the window had stood up.

After drinking the wine in the glass, Lin Xuan poured the wine from the other glass onto the table. After putting the things into the Qiankun bag, Lin Xuan put the Qiankun bag that he had left behind a few days ago on the table as payment for the wine, and then went downstairs directly, ready to leave.

Lin Xuan has never liked being competitive. If he practices sword only to defeat the weak and gain their recognition, then the so-called recognition of the weak will become a shackle that binds him.

The sword is used to challenge the strong, but also to pursue higher pursuits within!

Right now, for Lin Xuan, there is a place worth going. The wine he has drunk has been bought, so it is time for him to set off.

Hanshan, under that mountain range, there is a real ancient heritage, which is much more complete than the previously incomplete Bifang heritage, because the bloodline of that ancient mythical beast is contained in it.

(End of this chapter)