Raising the Demon

Chapter 412

Ying Longzong, Chengdu Zai Tianshan stretches for thousands of miles, and countless high mountains protrude into the sea of ​​clouds. If someone looks down from the nine heavens, the peaks outside the sea of ​​clouds will be exposed, like floating islands.

Under the sea of ​​clouds, the mountain peaks maintain a complete original ecology, and it seems that they have never been inhabited, but the peaks above the sea of ​​clouds have already been transformed into various functional areas.

On one of the mountain peaks, the entire top of the mountain has been cut off, and the upper part is clearly divided, like a chessboard, which has been transformed into square grids. Each grid is a martial arts arena with a radius of [-] meters. In each martial arts arena, there is a figure going up and down. churn.

Yinglongzong is not a sect that only knows how to meditate and practice. This is the place where Yinglongzong disciples practice the method of imperial flying sword.

Among the four major sects, Yinglongzong is only ranked below the "Wanjianzong" when it comes to flying swords alone. If the disciples under the sect cannot master a secret sword technique, they are ashamed to call themselves members of Yinglongzong people.

However, in these countless martial arts arenas, there is one person who is not wielding a flying sword, but wielding a sword.

And around the martial arts field where he was, there were many people around, cheering loudly.

On the martial arts arena, four figures wearing the costumes of inner disciples are besieging the one in the center.

The four of them grasped the sword formula in their hands, and while controlling the flying sword, they also urged various spells and spells to launch a bombardment.

It can be seen that these four people have extremely profound combat experience, far from being comparable to the kind of rookie who only knows how to stand still and use flying swords.

The figure in the center looked a bit embarrassed, he had already been stabbed in the shoulder, dripping with blood, but he was still gritting his teeth to hold on.

"I'm going to lose." The people watching from the outside said.

"not necessarily."

"But this is already four senior coaches besieging him. How powerful can he be as a new disciple?"

"When the three senior brothers besieged him the day before yesterday, others said the same thing."

"But after all, those are the four senior brothers..."

"Where did this evildoer come from..."

"It is said that he is a disciple of Master Longzhao, but it seems that some master plans to accept him as a successor... This is a step up to the sky..."

The heirs are not necessarily disciples, but being able to enter the eyes of the most powerful members of the Yinglong School makes everyone present envious.

While everyone was discussing, the battle suddenly became fierce. The blood-red figure who had been suppressed in the field suddenly started to fight back, and the sword in his hand turned into a cloud of blood, sweeping across the entire martial arts arena.

"Masters are here..." The voice of shouting in the field suddenly weakened, and several elders of Yinglongzong appeared in a corner of the martial arts arena. The dragon is also different from others, Yinglong's dragon head seems to be shining.

The seven real-time elders of the Yinglongzong are respected by the elder Longshou. At the same time, the elder Longshou is also the elder who is in charge of the daily operations of the entire Yinglongzong. Let him personally intervene. On this point, the power of some elders is not as good as him.

As if feeling the oppressive eyes of the elders, the battle on the martial arts field suddenly intensified, and the red figure broke out first, and then the four instructor brothers joined forces to suppress it.

"Junior Brother Hongyun is still too anxious, I'm afraid we won't be able to make a comeback." Seeing the red figure in the center being crushed and struggling gradually, everyone discussed again.

"Not necessarily." People who often watch him fight know that this person has a toughness far beyond ordinary people. Maybe the two sides are evenly matched at the beginning, or he is completely at a disadvantage. As long as he cannot be directly defeated, he will be dragged down slowly. He will be dragged into his rhythm, he is like a steel nail, no matter how you smash it, it will only make him drill deeper, and don't try to bend him.

"Quick!" Suddenly, Fei Jian, an instructor senior brother, suddenly became brighter.

"Here comes Brother Di's Dilu swordsmanship!" The brilliant swordsmanship suddenly enveloped the red figure in the center, and the red figure blocked it with a long knife. After three or five strokes, the long knife suddenly flew out of his hand.

"Go!" The other monk was overjoyed, and immediately took advantage of the opportunity to enter, but he didn't expect that his chest would suddenly feel like a heavy blow, and he would be knocked out of the martial arts arena. He looked down and saw that the clothes on his chest had a big crack , if it wasn't for the fact that he had hung a breastplate on his chest, he might have died.

And when he looked up again, he saw the red sword glow burst out like blood-colored lightning, and the other three people flew out almost in no particular order.

"This..." Everyone was in an uproar. In the blink of an eye, the accident happened too fast.

In the center, the red figure stands like a mountain, and the red long knife winds and falls back into his hand.

"Thank you, seniors, for your teaching!" The red figure bowed in a circle in the center, and a senior instructor said angrily, "You're cheating!"

Everyone had never seen him wielding a sword in the way of flying swords. They thought that he was actually not good at attacking with flying swords. Who would have thought that he was just hiding his clumsiness, and suddenly used it, which immediately had a miraculous effect.

"I've never said that I don't know how to use a sword." The red figure smiled, and everything was still at this moment. Who was the red figure standing in the center if it wasn't Luo Qianshan?

"Papa papa..." Clear applause rang out, and everyone turned their heads to look, and saw the elder Longshou walking forward slowly, walking through the air.

"The Red Cloud Saber Technique really deserves its reputation." Elder Longshou nodded and said, "I have long heard that among the new disciples, there is one whose sword skills are as good as gods. It really is not a lie."

"Elder!" All the disciples present immediately bowed in salute.

"There is no need to be too polite." Elder Longshou held power, but he was the one who cared the least about politeness. When he saw low-level disciples on weekdays, he would smile at each other and was the most respected.

At this time, he looked at Luoqian Mountain in the center, and said: "In more than a month, people who will participate in the Face Immortal Conference will arrive one after another. I, Ying Longzong, will take out a number of places and set up checkpoints for people to challenge and win. Level B level, are you willing to guard a level?"

"Disciple is willing." Hearing what Elder Longshou said, everyone showed envious expressions, and Luo Qianshan was also overjoyed, and quickly bowed and agreed.

"Okay, although the B-level level is slightly lower than the A-level level, there are countless handsome young people, so don't be careless." Elder Longshou encouraged him, turned and left.

In the Face Immortal Conference, Ying Longzong took out some of the places, which were challenged or bid by others.

The bidders are to make money, but the challengers are to check for gaps. After all, there are still many casual cultivators in this world, or there are outstanding disciples who are not welcomed by the master. Naturally, it is necessary to gather talents from all over the world, and it will not do without one.

As for the challenge of this level, the level is divided into two types: A level and B level.

Class A corresponds to those who are over [-] years old, and Class B corresponds to those who are under [-] years old. For these monks, those who are under [-] years old are already regarded as handsome young people, and those who guard the checkpoints are selected similarly.

The significance of setting up this level is actually the idea of ​​selecting masters and honing one's own disciples at the same time. In the past, there would not be so many masters taking turns waiting to fight against them.

Elder Longshou left, Luo Qianshan tidied up his clothes, and said loudly: "That's it for today, I'm going to drink, who wants to come with me?"

"I'll go, I'll go!" Immediately, a few people came out from the crowd, surrounded Luo Qianshan and left.

The senior instructors watched Luo Qianshan leave surrounded by the crowd, showing envious and jealous eyes.

Outside the Martial Arts Arena, there is a small tavern. Ying Longzong does not avoid alcohol and meat, but the business of this tavern is not very good on weekdays. There are very few people. The monks rarely drink too much.

Only after this Junior Brother Hongyun came, he often gathered a large number of people to drink, and gradually the small wine shop became a small tavern. It was lively and lively every day, and many people would come to drink together.

Of course, the wine sold here is not ordinary wine, but immortal wine that can clear the meridians and remove impurities in the body.

"Today, my Uncle Qianjian is out of seclusion." After a few glasses of wine, one of the round-faced cultivators let out a sigh of alcohol and said with a smile.

"Exit?" The wine in Luo Qianshan's hands rippled, "Did Elder Qianjian retreat a few days ago? I thought he got rid of it."

"It's a retreat. After I came out this time, I took a look from a distance, and my eyes were almost blinded by the sword energy..." The round-faced monk took another sip of wine, "I also learn swords, when will I have a sword?" Uncle Qianjian left like that, and when he opened his eyes, there was a flash of sword light..."

"You, don't be dreaming, you should be thankful for being as awesome as Senior Brother Hongyun!" Another monk laughed.

"You have to fantasize about it..." the round-faced monk said awkwardly.

"Oh, I heard that Elder Qianjian's swordsmanship is like a god, but what kind of sword is Elder Qianjian using?" Luo Qianshan asked calmly.

It has been more than a month since he came to Yinglongzong. In the first few days, he was familiar with the environment, and then he started to inquire about the news of Elder Qianjian.

However, after Elder Qianjian came back, he couldn't get out of seclusion. How would his disciples know about the actions of people of the Xianjun level like Dayou Xianjun?Not to mention the disciples, even Elder Longzhao came forward to inquire, but couldn't find any useful information.

Immortal Dayou really attaches great importance to this disciple of his sect. In addition, this period of time is also an important period for Elder Qianjian. He naturally protects him very closely and does not let anyone disturb him. He devoted himself to practicing Jianxin.

Therefore, in the past month, Luo Qianshan had almost no chance to get close to Elder Qianjian. He remembered his promise, and remembered that he had said that he would rescue Shuyue, so he was upset, and he could only do it by practicing the sword. Stabilize your emotions.

A place like Yinglongzong is completely different from the place where Luoqianshan lived before.

In this first-class sect in the world, all kinds of low-level cultivation methods are openly borrowed, but these low-level methods are already unfathomable to Luo Qianshan.

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