After a hundred years of ringing the bell, I became the ancestor of the sect

Chapter 22 It’s rude to come and not return.

Song Yingying left.

Li Qian promised to help her solve this trouble.

Mr. Song took good care of him when he was alive.

It is neither reasonable nor logical to sit idly by.

After all, he has this ability now.

According to Song Yingying, the one who tripped her up was Yan Song, a formal inner sect disciple who studied under the tutelage of Mu Hai, the elder of Dishui Peak. Although he did not receive true teachings, his status was much higher than that of ordinary formal disciples.

As Song Yingying was just a menial disciple, she naturally had no way of obtaining this information. Yi Zhong secretly told Song Yingying this before he left.

Li Qian had never come into contact with the formal disciples of the inner sect, and he had never even entered the inner sect.

After dinner.

Li Qian went down the mountain.

He came to the errand hall.

When he was a menial disciple, the menial hall had a lot of management power over him.

But now, as a formal disciple, even if he is not out of reach for the people in the Menial Services Hall, they dare not look down on him.

When he took out the wooden sign that marked him as a formal disciple, a deputy head of the Menial Services Hall came to greet him.

"I am Xu Wei, the deputy head of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall. I wonder if you have any instructions, but I will follow them."

Although this deputy hall master was quite old, he was very respectful in front of Li Qian and called him "senior brother".

The manager, deputy hall master, and even the hall master of the Miscellaneous Hall are all miscellaneous disciples, but they are the kind of miscellaneous disciples who have strong connections in the Divine Sword Sect.

Some even have close ties with the official disciples, true disciples, and elders of the Divine Sword Sect.

"Master Xu, you're welcome. I really have something to ask of you this time. I wonder if you can contact Senior Brother Yan Song from the Dishui Peak of the Inner Sect."

Li Qian said.

"Brother Yan Song?"

Hall Master Xu was stunned. How could an inner disciple contact another inner disciple through the relationship in their Menial Services Hall?

"I have only been a formal disciple for about a year, so I am not familiar with Senior Brother Yan Song."

Li Qian explained.

"Please rest assured, Senior Brother. I will definitely help you contact Senior Brother Yan Song."

Hall Master Xu said quickly.

"Okay, if you have any news, you can send someone to the bell tower to inform me."

Li Qian nodded and said.

"It turns out to be Senior Brother Li Qian from Chenzhongtai. Don't worry, I will inform you as soon as possible."

Hall Master Xu said quickly.

As the deputy head of the menial hall, he knew the comings and goings of the menial disciples very well.

In less than three years, a menial disciple was promoted to a full disciple, which was extremely rare in the Menial Hall.

Li Qian of Chenzhongtai is now a legendary figure in the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall.

Everyone in the errand hall discussed it privately.

Among the menial disciples, Li Qian had always been unknown, and almost no one had heard of him until he became a formal disciple.

Who would have thought that he would rise so quickly and become a formal disciple of a high and mighty university, making the old guys in the menial hall envious to death.

a few days later.

Clear after rain.

The air is extremely fresh.

A figure in brocade clothes came into the bell tower.

"Senior Brother Yan."

"Junior Brother Li."

The two greeted each other as if they were old friends.

But in fact, it was the first time the two met.

"Brother Yan, my place is very simple, please bear with me."

Li Qian chuckled.

"Brother Li, this place has beautiful scenery and is peaceful and tranquil. It's a great place to practice. How can it be simple?"

Yan Song said.

He suddenly changed the subject, "Junior Brother Li came through the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall to look for me. What's the matter?"

"Brother Yan, do you know how I became a formal disciple?"

Li Qian said.

"Of course Junior Brother Li passed the retest and became a formal disciple."

Yan Song felt a little depressed, then said.

"of course not."

Li Qian sighed and shook his head.

Yan Song's face changed slightly, because he thought of a possibility. Li Qian used the treasure map as a promotion item in exchange for the status of a formal disciple.

But this is too worthless. "So, I don't have what Senior Brother Yan wants anymore. Please, for my sake, don't bother with Miss Song."

Li Qian said.

"Junior Brother Li, you are joking. I didn't make things difficult for Miss Song."

Yan Song smiled indifferently.

If the treasure map was really sent out by Li Qian, he would have no chance at all.

Thinking that he had missed such a great opportunity, he felt extremely angry and unwilling.

"Junior Brother Li, hey, why are you doing this?"

He sighed, turned around and was about to leave.

But at the moment he turned around, the internal energy in his body suddenly turned his hand back and pointed his fingers into a sword, pointing it at Li Qian opposite him.

A sharp and vicious sword energy burst out.

Li Qian was stunned.

He didn't expect that Yan Song would dare to attack him.

Seeing the sword energy coming.

Li Qian snorted coldly, and his internal energy surged, forming a strange air film on the surface of his body, like a golden bell.

When the sword energy hit the air membrane, a dull sound was heard.

But the sword energy did not penetrate the air shield.

Come and don't go indecent.

Li Qian put his fingers together to form a sword, and used the Wuxin sword technique to draw out with one finger.

Yan Song looked horrified.

Protective Qi?

How can this be
A post-natal warrior, in order to form a protective qi, must reach at least the seventh level of the post-natal realm.

Moreover, the protective qi has just been formed, so the defense will not be too strong.

Unless you have practiced special body-protecting martial arts.

Li Qian has been a formal disciple for less than a year. How could he possibly form a protective qi?

Not to mention practicing special body-protecting martial arts.

Even a senior formal disciple like him did not practice it, because the special body protection martial arts were too difficult to learn, time-consuming and laborious.

More importantly, he himself has reached the seventh level of acquired cultivation. The sword energy he emits during the attack is enough to break through the protective qi formed by the special body-protecting martial arts.

Seeing Li Qian's counterattack, he waved his fingers, and the sword energy collided. His body suddenly swayed and his blood boiled.

He was even more shocked.

Li Qian's sword energy is so sharp and powerful that it is definitely not inferior to his.

Suddenly he moved and quickly retreated out of the bell tower.

"Junior Brother Li, I just wanted to experience your strength, no offense intended."

He bowed.

"It's impolite not to reciprocate, Senior Brother Yan, please accept my move."

Li Qian smiled slightly.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand, and the sword hanging on the wall shook and suddenly came out of its sheath.

Along with a sword chant, brilliant sword light burst out, shooting straight out of the bell tower like a dragon.

Yan Song's face changed drastically. He suddenly touched his waist and a soft sword popped out. As it vibrated, it was like a python wrapping around the sword light that was shooting towards him.

But when the two swords collided, Yan Song's whole body shook, and the internal energy injected into the soft sword collapsed instantly.

The next moment, the sword slipped out of his hand.

At the same time, a cold light flashed across his throat.

Yan Songtong felt cold all over, and the threat of death filled his heart, making his body stiff and unable to move.

After a while, he saw that Li Qian did not move, so he slowly reached out and touched his throat.

Has a moist feeling.

He looked down at his hands and saw blood on them.

Fortunately, it was just a scratch.

But he felt like he had survived a disaster.

If Li Qian's sword had been a little closer, he would have been dead.

The other party obviously showed mercy.

"Junior Brother Li's swordsmanship is far inferior to mine."

Yan Song said this bitterly, then turned away dejectedly.

He was defeated miserably.

He has been a formal disciple for eighteen years. Some time ago, he was fortunate enough to enter a sword tomb, where he gained a lot from comprehending the sword spirit of his predecessors in martial arts. He believes that his swordsmanship has improved greatly.

But Li Qian's sword completely shattered his inner pride.

A man who had only been a disciple for more than three years, had been a formal disciple for less than a year, and had not even entered the sword tomb, yet defeated him in swordsmanship.

(End of this chapter)