"I remember that Zhang Yushan's apprentice once explored this place and said that there was only one old farmer living on the mountain, right?"
Qimingzi asked aloud.
"What Liu Jin said are all lies."
Li Haoran waved his hand.
"Are you so sure?"
Qimingzi looked at him.
"Because I came here as an undercover agent. I lurked into the Guishen Sect just to find your lair, and then kill you all."
Li Haoran directly exposed his identity in an understatement.
The strange thing is that there is no surprise on Qimingzi's face.
In fact, the sect is still unaware of the fact that Liu Jin brought a new person into the sect until now.
Because strictly speaking, the branch sect and the main sect can almost be said to be two different organizations.
Only the members of the main sect are the core of the Guishen Sect, and most of the people in the branch sect are just peripheral members serving the disciples of the main sect.
For example, if a subsidiary company hires a waiter, will it report to the leaders of the head office? No.
As for Qi Mingzi, before he came to Baishui City, he visited the branch in Binjiang Province and learned about Li Chaowei's existence.
He could see almost at a glance that there was something wrong with Li Chaowei.
Originally, after he came to Baishui City, he planned to control it and explore his memory.
But after the initial contact, Qimingzi unexpectedly found that Li Chaowei's temperament suited him very well.
So he did not take action immediately, but chose to wait and see temporarily to see what the other party wanted to do.
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you if you tell me this now?"
Qi Mingzi raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Li Haoran with a half-smile.
The green sword slowly emerged beside him.
"Brother Bald, what are you talking about?"
Li Haoran put his arms around Qimingzi's shoulders and grinned at him.
"We are on my territory now, I have nothing to be afraid of."
As Li Haoran finished speaking.
The surrounding light gradually faded.
Qimingzi looked up and found that a dark cloud had gathered above the entire Qingyuan Mountain at some point, blocking most of the light.
Rumble——
The dull sound of thunder came from the dark clouds, followed by waves of powerful pressure, giving Qimingzi the illusion that the sky was about to fall.
At the same time, the light rain that was originally pouring suddenly became dense.
In an instant, the entire heaven and earth seemed to be occupied by huge raindrops.
Invisible ripples appeared one after another around the two of them.
That is the effect produced by the collision between raindrops and the spiritual energy shield.
Qimingzi also immediately sensed the difference between the raindrops and the previous one.
"Spirit Rain?"
Qimingzi looked at the rain in front of him with confusion, and at the same time stretched out his hand outside the spiritual energy shield.
Big raindrops hit him, but they felt as if they were as heavy as a thousand stones.
The so-called spiritual rain is usually a special celestial phenomenon that can only be caused by practitioners using spells or spells, or by the escape of spiritual energy during a breakthrough.
The reason why these raindrops are so heavy is that each drop contains the spiritual power of the initiator of the celestial phenomena.
And if you want to trigger the spiritual rain, and such a high-intensity spiritual rain, you must at least have perfect cultivation in the foundation building period.
"interesting."
Feeling the heavy raindrops that kept hitting her palms, Qimingzi not only did not feel timid at all, but also showed a hint of excitement.
"Let's go, little brother."
"No matter what you want to do, I'm willing to accompany you."
After saying that, Qimingzi retracted his palm, turned around and continued walking towards the mountain.
Seeing this, Li Haoran shrugged and followed him slowly.
As time goes by, the two of them are getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain.
Li Haoran looked at Qimingzi.
The opponent's pace is slow and firm.
He could clearly feel an invisible momentum gathering around him.
Qimingzi is adjusting his condition to keep his body at the best level for fighting.
"do you know?"
At this time, Qimingzi suddenly spoke.
He looked towards the top of the mountain, with memories in his eyes.
"I started practicing spiritual practice when I was twenty-five years old."
"To this day, it has been forty years."
"My Wuliang Sword Sect has a single lineage, and each generation has only one disciple."
"My master searched for many years before he decided to accept me as his disciple."
"But it's too late to start practicing spiritual practice at the age of twenty-five."
"No one who has only started cultivating at this age has been able to break through to the foundation building stage."
"Since its establishment, the Wuliang Sword Sect has maintained a transcendent status in the world of spiritual practice."
"Although there is only one disciple in each generation, that disciple must be the strongest among the practitioners of his generation."
"And if my master accepts me as his disciple, I will not be able to become the strongest, and the Wuliang Sword Sect may fall."
"Therefore, on the day my master held the apprenticeship ceremony, many friends stood up to stop it and advised my master to find another disciple."
"But my master said something to me at that time."
"Do you know what he said?"
Qimingzi turned around with a smile on his face.
Li Haoran said nothing and looked at the other person quietly, waiting for his answer.
"He said."
"Have you seen these people telling me not to accept you as my disciple?"
"I'll give you ten years. After ten years, I want you to go to their mountain gates one by one and beat up their apprentices."
Saying this, Qimingzi showed a smile on his face.
He seemed to have returned to the day when he was accepted by his master.
"It only took me five years."
"Five years later, I broke through the foundation building. One after another, one family after another, relying on the sword in my hand, I defeated all the disciples of my generation."
"Then it took me another thirty years to reach the perfection of foundation building."
"At this time, even many elders are no match for me."
"I thought that even in that era when spiritual energy was gradually becoming thinner, I could rely on my own talent to climb up step by step until I soared."
"But then, the spiritual energy began to be contaminated."
"The entire spiritual world is dead and crazy."
"In the end, there are only a few old monsters left, as well as the current bunch of crooked melons and cracked jujubes. They are either far stronger than me, or they are too weak to be attacked."
Having said this, Qimingzi sighed deeply.
"I'm really, really bored to death."
After saying that, the green sword slowly floated behind him.
The aura on the sword became brighter and brighter.
tread!
The feet wearing slippers lightly stepped on the ground, but Li Haoran had the illusion that the entire mountain was shaking slightly.
Qimingzi closed his eyes.
Feel the invisible pressure faintly surrounding the top of the mountain.
He slowly opened his arms.
His heart was trembling slightly.
But the smile on his face grew stronger.
Such pressure,
Such spiritual energy,
Such a breath!
This is the taste of a powerful enemy!
Whoosh!
Qimingzi's eyes suddenly opened.
Then, the inspiration came.
The green sword suddenly began to vibrate.
One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight.
Soon, a long sword hung in the air, almost blocking the clouds and the sun.
At the same time, Qimingzi's feet slowly lifted off the ground, rising higher and higher.
A trace of black and green aura flashed in his eyes.
"Li Haoran..."
Looking at the Taoist temple in the distance, Qimingzi murmured to himself.
"You must make me happy."
Immediately afterwards, his palms pointed out their swords.
The aura flickered between his fingers.
Qimingzi slowly pointed to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.
