Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 44: Zhangjiao Jian Wuxin
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Xuantian Temple.
Located at the highest point of Xuantian Peak, entangled at the top, shrouded in a sea of floating clouds all year round, and then lightly floating clouds, you can vaguely see the majestic building made of red walls and glazed tiles through the gaps.
When the mountain wind blows, the floating sea of clouds is blown away. Those cotton-like seas of clouds will churn up from below, like waves and waves in a big river, connecting in a line, retreating as before, and then follow The wind stopped, and slowly gathered together, especially when the sun's rays were shining in this sea of clouds, the Xuantian Temple was a fairy palace on earth, standing high.
The red-walled glazed building tiles are clustered together, but the hall in the middle stands out like a group of chickens, and it is overwhelming. The hall is several feet high and is divided into three floors. The eaves of each floor stretch out and meander. A few large cinnabar-colored round beads are slightly domineering, surrounded by clouds and mist, and occasionally a few white cranes fly by, which adds a bit of immortality to the sitting hall, and it is otherworldly.
In the hall at this time, there are three people sitting on the iron-wood chairs carved with red wind in the hall. Behind is a huge portrait, a blue-pigmented clothes, the appearance of a scholar with a flying sword on his back, elegant and elegant. Out of the dust, he was sitting diagonally on a green cow, glowing around him, his eyes were slightly closed, and his brows were full of thought.
If you look closely, you will find that the exquisite brush and the charming portrait has a few large characters in the lower right corner, riding a bull and enlightening the sword, and the young scholar in the portrait is not someone else, but the founder of Xuantian Sword Sect. , The old man Xuantian looked like when he was young.
The three people sitting in the hall, one on the left, all dressed in black robes, exuding a sorrowful atmosphere all over their bodies, their faces are expressionless, seem a little dull, and their expressions are also a little dull. It is Xuantian Shura.
The one on the right, dressed in a white robe, even black hair is wrapped with an ordinary white belt, spotlessly clean, giving a feeling of dust, his face is chuckle, that face is beautiful, with a pair of phoenix eyes , Just like the woman in the painting, but the Adam's apple in the throat shows his gender.
"Do you see what method the little guy uses." A gentle voice suddenly sounded from the mouth of the young man in the purple shirt.
The young man in a purple shirt looks immature, but his eyes are full of vicissitudes. Those eyes are definitely not something a young man can have. Only after years of baptism can he have such emotional eyes.
The boy in purple shirt has red lips and white teeth, and his vicissitudes of life are watching the scene of fighting in Xuantianfeng Square with some interest at this time. There is a wooden hairpin in his hair that is indistinguishable from ordinary wood. The breath of the whole person It's like an ordinary person, but when I asked, the smile from the corner of my mouth gave people a feeling of spring breeze, which gave people a good impression.
Who can let Xuantian Asura sword innocent be at the bottom besides Xuantian Sword Sect Master? The young man in the purple shirt was Jian Wuxin, the eleventh instructor of the Xuantian Sword Sect. The handsome and handsome white-robed man on his right hand was Jian Wuxin's junior, Jian Wuxuan.
For many years, the three peaks have been dominated by Xuantianfeng, and most of the head teachers have always come from Xuantianfeng. Even Xuantian Temple is also on Xuantianfeng. The three who used to be in retreat and practice because they have received apprentices every ten years. In the days when I went out, I paid attention to these new disciples. These people are the fresh blood of the Xuantian Sword Sect. The reason why a sect can stand up is not the sect’s background, nor the sect’s magic weapon and legal decision. , Not how powerful a monk is, but fresh blood.
Without disciples of the younger generation, in a powerful sect of sect, no matter how many high-level monks, the sect will only have the day when it will not pick up, and then only wait for decline or even destruction, and now the Xuantian Sword Sect is facing this problem.
Hearing the question from Master Master’s brother, Jian Wuxuan on the right hand shook his head gently, and a look of doubt appeared between his eyebrows. Dan Feng, who seemed to be dripping water, blinked before softly. He said, "This is the first time I have seen such a mysterious law decision in so many years. When the little guy used this trick just now, he felt that the whole person had become sacred and peaceful, although his cultivation level is low now. However, the breath that this Fajue reveals does not belong to those great powers. I really don’t know what kind of power this little guy will have when he can cultivate into a Nascent Soul."
Xuantian Sword Sect Master Teacher smiled indifferently, and then continued to look at the scene with an interested expression.
"Will it come from the Wuming Temple? Look at that Fajue reveals the Sanskrit sounds and petals. The vision light curtain is obviously the Buddhist Fajue, and the Buddha School is the Wuming Temple the most powerful." Jian Wuxie, who was in a daze, suddenly said, but his face was gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking of. His speech was still as cold as the day when he took a disciple, even if he faced his senior brother.
"Probably not." After hesitating for a while, the white-robed man retorted, his eyes narrowed, and he continued to observe the mysterious little guy with his spiritual sense.
"Anyway, this little guy is a disciple of my Xuantian Sword Sect. The most important thing is that this child is good. I like it regardless of his disposition or conduct." A gentle voice came from the mouth of the boy in purple shirt, and his words were flat like a cup of old Tea has charm.
It seems that Jian Wuxie and Jian Wuxuan, who are known as Xuantian Shura, and Wuchen Jian Wuxuan, did not expect that they would rarely hear the compliments of the master teacher, but they would pop out of their mouths today, and more importantly, they would praise them. The subject is still a little fellow who hasn't gotten started yet. Both of them looked surprised, and then looked at each other, with doubts in their eyes.
In the next moment, Xuantian Xiuluo Jian Wuxie restored the dull and dull expression, but Jian Wuxuan's right eyebrow curled, his face revealed the color of inquiry, "Oh? Brother Master Master, don't you take it? After this little guy, do you want to accept disciples again?" It seems that he is full of concern for the teacher in front of him to accept disciples. After asking, he stares at Jian Wuxin without blinking.
I seemed to be stared at by my younger brother with a guilty conscience, and patiently explained, "No, besides, isn’t it three years away? Besides, that little girl of Sasha, she alone makes me a headache, where is the energy? Go to accept apprentices."
After Jian Wuxin finished speaking, he suddenly regretted it, and then timidly glanced at Jian Wuxuan in a white robe. Sure enough, Jian Wuxuan's face changed, his face was bad, and every eyebrow was frowned. It must be as deep as it is.
"Hmph, you are ashamed to mention Sasha, you have to **** my apprentice, you have five apprentices, you still **** me, you know I don't have one." The handsome Xuan Wuxie looked angry. They all have different flavors, and there is no lethality in that vicious appearance.
Jian Wuxin chuckled a little embarrassedly, and quickly changed the subject, but did not continue to discuss this topic, "Sa Sha is a young girl, and the entry time is short, and her cultivation level is about to catch up with her third child. Wu Tianshan is too naughty, it makes me have a terrible headache and causes trouble everywhere."
Look at the smile on Jian Wuxin's face. Although he is blaming, he loves this girl named Sha Sha very much. This six disciple of his own is also the youngest one. Jian, even Jian Wuxin was amazed.
Xuantian Shura, who was wearing a black robe on the side, heard the conversation between the two, and suddenly felt a little boring. He didn't say hello, and drifted away. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared. As for the victory of Xuantianfeng Square outside If it is negative, it can be separated after this trick. You don't need to look at it to know who won. Suddenly, Xuantian Shura, who has nothing to do, is a bit dull about the conversation between his two seniors.
Seeing Xuantian Xiuluo Jian Wuxie drifting away, Jian Wuxin, who was originally smiling, suddenly sighed, and the sigh floated in the wide hall, slowly echoing.
"Junior Brother, his temperament has become more and more weird in recent years." The white-robed man Jian Wuxuan condensed his brows and said with some concern.
"Don’t blame him. He has paid enough for the school for so many years. If it hadn’t been for that thing, it wouldn’t change like this now. After three years later, the outer disciples entered the inner sect. On that day, he also asked him to accept an apprentice to teach patiently, so as not to do nothing to do every day is to retreat, practice or be in a daze, living in memory and unable to come out." Jian Wuxin's complex expression on his face was indeed a little bit painful for this junior, he said and said If you don't believe it, he won't listen no matter what you say.
The test in Xuantianfeng Square is still going on, and no one can imagine that even Xuantian Sword Sect Master Jian Wuxin is quietly observing the test with his spiritual knowledge in Xuantian Hall.
In the arena, the tornado turned into by the sky of wind and frost is about to involve the two golden-patterned dragons of the double dragon play bead. The wind and frost formed by the violent spiritual power makes the vision more and more blurred, blocking it. Everyone's eyeballs.
Boom!
Only heard a huge roar, and saw a flash of white light like the most brilliant moment of a firework temporarily, and then the air wave of a mushroom cloud first entered people’s field of vision. The waves and the wind and frost in the sky gradually dissipated, and the spiritual power fluctuations in the field suddenly disappeared, everyone finally saw the scene on the stone platform clearly.
I saw that Zhao Jiuge’s black cloth band that restrained her long hair had already fallen off, her head was scattered, her face was pale and flushed, her eyes were staring at the opposite side viciously, and her body seemed weak and shaky. It was the spine. Still insist on standing proudly.
A few tens of meters away from Zhao Jiuge, the Scared Young Man has already fallen to the ground, like a dead dog, the languid breath proves that he is alive and not dead, and his clothes have already been broken open. Come, the white robe is covered with blood stains, just like countless plum blossoms painted on a white scroll painting, dazzling and moving.
This stop has finally come to an end. Who would have thought that the previously domineering Scar Boy would end up like this!
The scared boy moved his fingers slightly and fell to the ground, but he looked at Zhao Jiuge with vicious resentment in his eyes. He saw the scarred boy's still dead duck-mouthed expression, and walked slowly towards the vain pace. The scared young man lying on the ground like a mound of mud.
His...
The people off the court held their breath and took a breath of air. Scar Boy has not conceded, so no one can stop this game. Now Scar Boy obviously has no power to fight again, although Zhao Jiuge also shakes Shaky but much stronger than Scar Boy, then what exactly does Zhao Jiuge want to do now?