Sign in to the Heavenly Master Palace, the Downhill Is Invincible

　　 Yuan Siyuan had a small boat on his toes and flew onto the island ten feet away.

　　 Xu Cheng and Zi Yi didn't rush, let the small boat float to the shore, just set foot on the stone steps under the word "Qingyun".

　　 The moment I set foot on the bluestone, I waited for a long and beautiful sound to arrive as promised.

　　 "Ding! Congratulations to the host for signing in to the site of the ancient Qingyun Sword Sect, and rewarding a piece of "Qingyun Lingxiao Sword Art"."

　　 Xu Cheng smiled at the corner of his mouth.

　　 The name of this swordsmanship sounds very domineering.

　　 While going to the island, he checked the introduction to the sword technique.

　　 Qingyun Lingxiao sword technique, one of the three sword techniques of Qingyun Sword Sect Town School, one sword Lingxiao, fights the sky and the earth.

　　 Condensing sword energy, gathering sword intent, shaping sword power, and combining kendo.

　　 Enter the Tao with the sword, only the sword is the heart.

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　　 deserves to be a swordsman, this introduction to swordsmanship is so domineering.

　　 is not like those exercises of the Heavenly Master Palace.

　　 walked up to the island and saw three or two huts.

　　 In front of the thatched hut, a dozen people formed a circle, and some of them held swords and fought each other in the circle.

　　 Xu Cheng's divine consciousness swept away, and he had already found out the cultivation level of these people.

　　The person with the highest cultivation level is an old man with Huafa sitting in front of the hut, with an innate triple realm.

　　 It's just that the old man has a bitter look on his face, his breath is unstable, and he seems to be unable to move.

　　 The others are in the acquired realm, and the two hands in the middle are in the acquired five realms.

　　 "Li Mu, your granddaughter is obviously going to lose, you can think about it, your Qingyun Sword Sect's little thing at the bottom of the box will go to my Qingfeng Sword Sect."

　　 "As long as you nod your head and enter my Qingfeng Sword Sect to be an elder, the young master will immediately give you the antidote."

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　　 In the crowd around the audience, some people kept shouting.

　　 The old Huafa man sitting cross-legged with a "poof", spouted a mouthful of black blood, and fell backward.

　　 A young girl who was fighting with each other exclaimed, and with all her strength, she forced her opponent back, and then went to support the old man.

　　 "Grandpa—"

　　 The girl cried out in sorrow, abandoned the sword, and helped the old man burst into tears.

　　 "Yoona, I'm afraid Grandpa won't be able to protect you..."

　　 The old man sighed softly, and the corner of his mouth was overflowing with black blood.

　　 "Haha, Lee Yoona, you gave up your sword to admit defeat."

　　 "From then on, the name of your Qingyun Sword Sect has been removed from Jianghu."

　　 Seeing from Xu Cheng's perspective, the one who was speaking was a warrior in San Xian.

　　 was as thin as a monkey, and his eyes were full of cunning and triumphant expressions.

　　 Xu Cheng and Zi Yi have light footsteps, they have already come outside the circle of people, these people of Qingfeng Sword Sect have not found them yet.

　　 "Come here, please come to my Qingfeng Sword Gate for Father Li and Miss Li."

　　 The thin warrior yelled, and several saber warriors smiled and walked forward.

　　 "Be polite to Miss Li, she will be your wife in the future."

　　 The thin warrior shouted again, and then he laughed.

　　 "roll—"

　　 The girl holding the old man roared and kicked the long sword on the ground forward.

　　 Those warriors passed the sword and slowly surrounded them.

　　 "Get out of the way."

　　 At this moment, a faint voice sounded, and a cyan figure suddenly appeared in front of the girl.

　　 Wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a long sword, Yuan Siyuan stood tall and straight like a pine, with an imposing manner like an abyss, standing there quietly.

　　 A semi-sacred swordsman, he didn't say anything, and the aura he radiated made those acquired martial artists frightened.

　　 "You, who are you?"

　　 Those acquired martial artists stepped back again and again, the leading Qingfeng Sword Sect Young Master said unwillingly.

　　 "Give you ten breaths. If you don't go, don't leave."

　　 Yuan Siyuan did not lift his eyes, and spoke lightly.

　　 Ten breaths.

　　 Don't leave if you don't.

　　 If he heard this elsewhere, Xia Dabao, the young master of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, would definitely burst into tears.

　　 He is the young master of Qingfeng Sword Sect.

　　 Qingfeng Sword Gate is the first sect in a hundred li radius. There are several innate martial artists in the gate. His father, Qingfeng Sword Sect Master Xia Gaocheng, is a master of the Seventh Innate.

　　 Since childhood, no one dared to speak to Xia Dabao like this.

　　 But at this time, Yuan Siyuan only said lightly, but Xia Dabao was afraid from the bottom of his heart.

　　 He has a hunch that he won't leave for ten breaths, and his life is over.

"go!"

　　 He gave a low yell, and led the crowd to hurry down the island.

"Bright-"

　　 "王—"

　　 "Town—"

　　 "世—"

　　 At this moment, above the boundless lake, a Buddha's name came, and a figure leaped against the waves, and arrived in the wind.

　　 Thousands of meters of space, but it will arrive in no time.

　　 "Hey, this looks pretty, enough to pretend..."

　　 Looking at the young monk in a white monk's clothes with his hands folded, Xu Cheng sighed lightly.

　　 The monk stepped tens of feet and landed directly on the island, without looking at the people at the Qingfeng Sword Gate who were blocking his way, and stepped directly to the hut.

　　 "Senior, junior Xuan Zang, entrusted by Brother Chen Mo, come to visit."

　　 The monk bowed to the old man who was sitting cross-legged and folded his hands together.

　　 Xuan Zang.

　　 There is only one monk who is called this name in the world, and he has such an outstanding cultivation base.

　　 Northern Territory Fumo Temple Hongchen walks Xuanzang.

　　 Xu Cheng looked at the monk with great interest.

　　 Grandmaster's eightfold peak cultivation base, the soul is extremely stable, especially the body polishing and the thickness of the soul, it is the first time Xu Cheng has seen such a fit.

　　 Compared with the suffering monk in the Demon Suppressing Tower, although this Xuan Zang has a poorer cultivation base, its foundation is much more stable.

　　 "Chenmo, Chenmo, since it's a popular street, what do you care about my old bones?"

　　 The Huafa old man snorted coldly, and with the support of the girl, he stood up and said, "Thank you, the holy monk, for your kindness, Li Mu is not qualified to have friendship with Fumo Temple."

　　 After finishing speaking, Li Mu looked at Yuan Siyuan in front of him and Xu Cheng and Zi Yi who had walked slowly.

　　 "Thank you, Shaoxia, and Miss Gongzi."

　　 Yuan Siyuan nodded slightly, Xu Chenggang wanted to talk, but saw the Xuanzang monk turned around, folded his hands together, and declared the Buddha's name in his mouth, UU reading www.uukanshu.com's eyes fixed on Ziyi.

　　 "Magic repair?"

　　 The spiritual energy on his body is intertwined into a golden Buddha seal, the rosary in his hand rotates extremely fast, and the pale white monk clothes on his body are automatic without wind.

　　 Yuan Siyuan moved and stood in front of Zi Yi.

　　 "Um, master, it was this prince who saved us..." Li Yuner, the girl who supported Li Mu, said hurriedly.

　　 "The poor monk knows."

　　 Xuan Zang's expression remained unchanged, and said lightly: "A devil is a devil, and the devil that saves people is also a demon."

　　 The people in the Qingfeng Sword Gate who had not dared to act in the distance looked back curiously.

　　 Does this master seem to be trying to slay demons and demons?

　　 "Shhh, hurry up."

　　 Xia Dabao gave a low voice and quietly descended to the island.

　　 The monk of Fu Mo Temple surrenders the demon and demon does not care about affection, so don't even surrender people like yourself for a while.

　　 Xu Cheng blinked his eyes, looking at the monk's serious nonsense, he couldn't help being a little funny.

　　 "The demon barrier, go back to the Fumo Temple with the poor monk, chant the sutras every day, and keep your nature quiet. After a hundred years, you may be able to get a positive result.

　　 The rosary in Xuan Zang's hand turned lightly, and the Buddha light turned into golden runes before covering it forward.

　　 In the shadow behind Zi Yi, Zi Ling poked out his head, stretched out his small tongue to Xu Cheng, and slyly retracted.

　　 Xu Cheng shook his head.

　　 With the Zi Ling's temperament, he still recites the scriptures every day, keeping his nature quiet?

　　 "Warehouse—"

　　 Yuan Siyuan's long sword was unsheathed, and a cyan light cut off all the Buddha's light.

　　 "Monk, Fu Mo Temple is your kind of lip service?"

　　 Xuan Zang raised his brows, and his body turned into a golden rune dragon.

　　 "If you provoke me at Fumo Temple, you will be punishable."

　　 "Mingwang Zhenshi—"

　　 "Dawei Tianlong—"