Journey to the West: The Rise of Martial Arts

Chapter 215
Just after the early spring, the reflection of Mount Hua is mixed with the condensed green and clear waves, adding a lot of beauty to the majesty.

While refining the blood essence of the three-legged Golden Crow, Ren Qinglian rode the parrot's body to change scenes, she couldn't take it all in her eyes, she just felt that her heart was open.

The entire Xiyue mountain range is undulating, resembling a giant dragon, with beautiful trees and majestic momentum.

It was not until the foot of the mountain not far from the ruins of the ancient sword sect in memory that Ren Qinglian took Boer into the dantian world and walked into the valley.

The valley was surrounded by white mist, with Xiaobai's memory, Ren Qinglian was not surprised, through his observation, he soon realized that these white mist were actually a kind of superficial disappearing formation.

This should be the formation of a part of the hidden function in the Wuji Zhutian Formation, because there is a breakdown in the abnormal changes of the world, and traces will be revealed every other Jiazi.

Of course, this space shrouded in white mist can only be regarded as the outer area of ​​the Wuji Zhutian Formation. As long as there is a little bit of strength, there will be no danger to life, at most it will be lost in it, but at most one year, this area The fog will dissipate automatically.

With Jiuyou Xuantong present, Ren Qinglian quickly passed through the thick fog.

The scene in front of him has changed, the barren land, the vast and handsome mountain peaks, it seems to have returned to the ancient times all of a sudden.

"This mountain is the cave of the Ancient Sword Sect?"

With a murmur, he walked forward.

And in front of him, as if the water was rippling, there were some ripples.

The scene in front of him changed again, the barren land disappeared, and as far as he could see, there was only a thousand-foot-high mountain, surrounded by countless flying swords.

"The Promise Punishment Formation!"

Ren Qinglian knew that those flying swords were the so-called Wuji Tianzhu Formation.

But thinking of the rippling barrier just now, he subconsciously turned around and touched the back again, this time there was no such strange phenomenon.

"What a strange restriction!"

When he came in, he obviously felt a strong resistance from the ripples.

Reining in his mind, he looked around. Not far away, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest holding a big red wine gourd in his arms, soundly asleep.Continuing to look far away, beside the stream at the foot of the mountain, there is an old man in a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat sticking out a fishing rod from his coir raincoat to hang something. The monk seemed to be gesturing something.

"Aren't these people here for the things in the Wuji Zhutian Formation?"

Although she was puzzled, Ren Qinglian could tell that whether the drunk Taoist priest or the fishing old man had actually reached the realm of returning to basics, although she couldn't see the specific strength, she should not be underestimated.

As for the group of people farther away, there was a mixed bag of good and bad people with varying strengths, more like they came in to watch the fun.

Thinking like this, the footsteps moved lightly, and the person was already approaching the foot of the mountain.

The drunk Taoist seemed to have sensed something, opened his eyes with some doubts, glanced at Ren Qinglian's back, and continued to fall asleep again.The old fishing man didn't move at all. It can even be said that from the beginning to the end, the line on his fishing rod didn't move more than half an inch.

Although Ren Qinglian realized that these two people had a lot of background, she didn't think about it too much. When she approached the foot of the mountain, the noise of that group of people came clearly.

……

"This young master doesn't have any trace of cultivation on his body, how did you get in?" The one who spoke was a young man with a huge sword on his back.

The young man dressed as a Confucian scholar on the opposite side was a little embarrassed, but he still politely cupped his hands and said, "I've seen this brother, Xiaosheng came in chasing the two girls..."

"Ha ha……"

As soon as the scholar's words fell, there was a burst of laughter.

"It turns out that he is a daring scholar!"

A cold voice came.

Ren Qinglian frowned slightly, feeling as if she had heard this voice somewhere before.

At this time, the scholar had already said: "Little teacher's words are wrong. The old saying goes, 'A gentleman is a good lady'. Xiaosheng just wanted to follow up to see where the two girls came from, but they were born so bell-like." Single show……"

The scholar's words provoked another burst of laughter.

When Ren Qinglian heard the words "little teacher", she thought of where she had heard that cold voice before, her eyes moved, and through the gaps in the crowd, it really confirmed his guess that it was the one from Cihang Jingzhai. Little teacher Jingchen.

"It should be Han Bingyu who brought her in. After all, the Wuji Zhutian Formation is a little dangerous, so he left this little nun at the foot of the mountain." Thinking of this, he also had a guess about the origin of the group of people at the foot of the mountain. Except for some strange scholars, they should all be disciples who followed their masters and elders to see and see.

At this moment, a sneer came: "It is rumored that Cihang Jingzhai has recently reappeared in the world, and has great ambitions to dominate the southeast martial arts. I wonder if it is true or not?"

Ren Qinglian followed the voice and found that the speaker was a monk, but the monk was carrying a long sword, so he should be a Zen swordsman.

Jingchen snorted: "My uncle said that some monks have been messing around in the rivers and lakes these years, and it's time for someone to take care of it."

After Han Bingyu took charge of Cihang Jingzhai, he changed his previous seclusion from the world, and gradually intervened in some Jianghu affairs over the years. The monk who spoke came from a giant in the southeastern martial arts, Jingnian Zen. The so-called one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and Cihang Jingzhai is a legend in the world At times, they could turn a blind eye and close one eye, but after they actually appeared in the arena, it made them restless. These two factions have had many conflicts in recent years, but because the two factions are equally powerful, they can be restrained for the time being.

However, it can be seen from the fact that Master Buddha Sword of Jingnian Zen School and Han Bingyu entered the Wuji Zhutian Formation at the same time. Once the strength of these two people is separated, the battle between the two factions will be completely stimulated.

The disciple of Jingnian Zen saw Jing Chen pointing at Sang and cursing Huai, a look of evil flashed across his face, he stepped forward and said with a sneer: "The sword from the other side comes out, the crowd of evils are warded off, the white lotus gathers, and the power is so powerful! I am not talented, but I want to teach my master The trick!"

Everyone booed one after another. They originally wanted to follow the elders of the master to come in and practice, but they didn't expect that they could only stay near the foot of the mountain after entering. After a long time, they had already panicked.

Naturally, Jingchen would not show weakness, drew out his sword, and gestured for the opponent to make a move with the Bianjian Jue.

The monk was not polite, he raised his voice and yelled, his body flew up, his hands became claws, like a purple eagle catching a sheep, he volleyed down.

Jingchen stepped on lotus steps backwards, and avoided it gracefully.

Everyone saw this monk and nun, one in black robes like iron, one in white clothes like frost, one attacking like an eagle flying, and the other avoiding like a snake, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Before the colorful sound ceased, the monk suddenly stretched his long sleeves, and with a whistling sound of the long sword behind his back, he brushed towards Jing Chen's face like a white rainbow passing through the sky.

With the current situation of the two factions, killing people is naturally impossible.Jingchen only thought that he was making friends with martial arts, but he didn't expect that this monk was extremely despicable. If this move was carried out, although it would save her life, it could ruin her appearance.You must know that nuns are also women. Although the six senses are clean, they are no different from ordinary women in terms of beauty.

Although Jingchen managed to avoid it dangerously in the end, but when his shoulder was hit by the monk's sword energy, he felt a burst of burning pain.

Jing Chen's face turned red with anger, and amidst the long howls, he rose and fell suddenly, and the sword energy surged wildly, forming a lotus platform indistinctly, surrounding the monk.

The man was cautious by nature, and when he saw the tricks, he sneered: "Cihang Jingzhai's White Lotus Sword Formation is really powerful, but it's only fair to face off against each other. Three old friends, set up a four-phase sword formation!"

As soon as the words fell, three more gray-robed monk-like sword cultivators jumped out, their long swords trembled, and they all stabbed at Jingchen's back.

The Jing Nian Zen sect has been operating in the southeast generation for many years, and there are many sects that have made good friends with them. The three Taoist priests are from a sect called "Thousand Sword Chanyuan".

"Despicable!" Many people couldn't help cursing secretly in their hearts, but no one planned to go up to help.

It was the scholar who yelled that it was unfair, but no one paid attention to his noise.

Ren Qinglian frowned. Although the four monks were not from the same sect, they had a very good friendship in private. They had been practicing swordsmanship together all year round, and they had already reached a state of mutual understanding. When making moves, there was almost no need to think about them.

It is rare for Jingchen to be able to support the outline of the white lotus sword formation by himself. At this time, he was surrounded by enemies and finally couldn't bear it. As soon as Huo Di stepped on the opponent's sword, he wanted to take advantage of the momentum to turn around and Yufeng retreated.

But the four monks were a little bit reluctant, shouted loudly, with a stir of four swords, they stabbed into the air quickly, flashing their swords, and vowed to cripple Jing Chen's legs.

Seeing that Jingchen was in mid-air, unable to draw strength, all the spectators couldn't help but exclaimed in unison.

All of a sudden, a blue shadow flashed towards him, and he flicked his fingers quickly, clanging four times, with all the force, he flicked the long swords in the hands of the four monks to pieces.

At the same time, Jingchen turned over in the air and landed safely.

"Who is it!" The four monks were terrified, and each retreated a few steps. Only the hilt of the sword was still intact in their hands, but there were bloodstains overflowing from their tiger's mouth.

"It's you──" Jing Chen suddenly turned his head and saw a pair of star-like eyes.

"We meet again, Mrs. Jingchen!" Ren Qinglian smiled lightly.

But the four monks shouted and asked again: "Damn it, boy, who are you? After my master gets the practice method of Tiandun swordsmanship, you will definitely be hacked into pieces..."

"Hmph!" Ren Qinglian flicked her hand casually, and a few blue light spots entered the eyebrows of the four monks, and immediately, the four monks were lifeless.

Everyone at the scene was silent, and the next moment, a bloody flame ignited on the four people, and the whole person turned into a pile of ashes.

Ren Qinglian put away the Lantian Planting Jade Gu in the bodies of the four without a trace, and murmured: "The Heavenly Dungeon Sword Art? It seems that this is the sword art that Lu Dongbin practiced. Could it be that it was passed down from this ancient sword school?" ..."

(End of this chapter)