The refining sun gradually disappeared, Ao Qing did not appear, and neither did the people from the Mingtian Sword Sect. The mood of everyone in front of the hall gradually changed from the excitement at the beginning to the impatience now. There is no way to just wait like this.
Many people suspected that something had happened.
Yu Wen Tianxing and Zhu Jiuling whispered for a while. Zhu Jiuling stood in front of the hall and said to everyone, "Don't panic, everyone. Master Ao Qing has already made preparations. As long as the Mingtian Sword Sect comes as promised, Master Ao Qing will naturally do it."
Come out and challenge."
"Master Zhu, please let Senior Ao Qing come out so that we can meet him and have a good look at his grace!" someone shouted in front of the hall.
Zhu Jiuling frowned. Who is Ao Qing? He is the best master in the world. How can he be seen by others if they want to? This voice made him feel very unhappy. However, there were many people here, so he could not offend the public, so he
He smiled and said, "My master has been in seclusion for many years, and he is still cultivating in Laojun Mountain. He will show up when people arrive, so everyone just waits patiently?"
"Then if the Mingtian Sword Sect came unexpectedly, wouldn't we have traveled all this time in vain?" Someone else expressed extreme dissatisfaction.
Zhu Jiuling's face darkened, and his voice suddenly increased by several decibels, "If the Mingtian Sword Sect has not arrived before sunset today, it means that the Mingtian Sword Sect has broken the promise, and I, the Supreme Sword Sect, will win without a fight."
"Oh, you're not too arrogant to win without a fight? If the Mingtian Sword Sect doesn't dare to come, how about letting Ao Qing fight with me?"
At this moment, a deep voice came from afar, and everyone's spirits were suddenly shaken. They thought it was someone from the Mingtian Sword Sect. When they looked back, it was a slovenly old man who came out of the clouds.
.Followed by several figures behind him, they appeared on the square in an instant.
Yuwen Tianxing stood up immediately. He looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief, "You, are you Senior Tianyi?"
"Haha, the little kid still has some eyesight. After so many years, he can still recognize me!" The person who came was none other than Chen Jinyuan's cheap apprentice, old man Tianyi, followed by Du Juan, Pu Yi and others.
"I'm sorry, fellow Taoist Yuwen, but I'm late!" Before Yuwen Tianxing could be surprised, he heard Pu Yi step forward and say. After speaking, he turned to face the people present and said, "This is Taoist Master Tianyi, the founder of our sect.
, I heard that the Mingtian Sword Sect challenged Senior Ao Qing, so I came here to watch the battle!"
"Tao Zun Tianyi?"
Pu Yi's words were like a muffled thunder exploding in the crowd, and the front of Xianjun Palace suddenly became noisy. Everyone was like exploded beans, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
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In Penglai, almost everyone with some strength knows that there is a living ancestor in Putuo Mountain. More than fifty years ago, he was a well-known god with a frightening seniority. But for some reason, his power was abolished and he became an ordinary person.
People, now seeing the Putuo Mountain group appearing like this, everyone present is muttering in their hearts, could it be that Taoist Tianyi's martial arts have recovered?
"Why is he here?" Xiong Bo whispered to himself in the Luojia Mountain phalanx, but his two thick black eyebrows were twisted together.
"Uncle Xiong, Taoist Tianyi's strength has probably recovered!" Ling Qing also frowned, feeling something bad in his heart.
Luojia Mountain and Putuo Mountain are both branches of Guanyin Religion, but their doctrines are different. From ancient times to the present, various factions of Guanyin Religion have been fighting openly and secretly. Luojia Mountain and Putuo Mountain are not immune to this. At first, the two sects could still compete with each other.
, but if Taoist Tianyi regains his former strength, Putuo Mountain will definitely be far ahead of Luojia Mountain, which is what Lingqing does not want to see.
Uncle Xiong shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it's not just as simple as restoring his skills. I'm afraid his strength has also improved a lot."
When Ling Qing heard this, his pupils shrank. Just by listening to what old man Tianyi said when he first arrived, it was almost certain that his skill had been restored, and he might still be able to fight Ao Qing.
"Uncle Xiong, can you beat him?" Yu Shanrou interjected curiously from the side.
Xiong Bo thought for a while and shook his head gently, "With my current strength, relying on the changes in Yuan Gong, I can fight against the middle stage of the Immortal Realm. Although Tianyi and Ao Qing are both at the middle stage of the Immortal Realm, they can still exert their full capabilities.
The strength he produces should not be comparable to that of the average mid-level immortal realm peerless powerhouse!"
Uncle Xiong's words made everyone in Luojia Mountain somewhat disappointed. Uncle Xiong was nearly two thousand years old, even older than Tianyi and Ao Qing. Unlike other demon cultivators, he had developed spiritual wisdom since he was a child, and he had a lot of qualifications.
Extraordinary, following the successive masters of Luojia Mountain to practice Xuanmen Kungfu, if it were not for the special Eighty-nine Yuan Kung Fu technique, he might have reached the realm of Tianyi and others now.
It can be said that Uncle Xiong is just like old man Tianyi. One is a living treasure in Putuo Mountain and the other is a living treasure in Luojia Mountain. Hearing that Uncle Xiong thinks he is not as good as those two people, everyone in Luojia Mountain can only sigh. It seems that Luojia Mountain
It is still the weakest among these factions.
"Yu Wen Tianxing, pay homage to Senior Tianyi!" It took a long time for Yu Wen Tianxing to come back to his senses. He hurriedly came down the stone steps in front of the temple, walked to the old man Tianyi, and bowed.
You know, if we only talk about seniority, old man Tianyi is even a generation higher than Ao Qing. Although several major factions in Penglai are constantly fighting secretly, they are still on the same page on the surface, and they still have to pretend.
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Old man Tianyi glanced at Yuwen Tianxing and said directly, "Isn't the Mingtian Sword Sect challenging Ao Qing today? Why don't you see that damn old man?"
"Well……"
Yuwen Tianxing's face twitched and he didn't know how to reply.
"Keng!"
At this moment, a sound of gold and iron exploded not far behind Yuwen Tianxing. Everyone turned to look and saw a long, shining golden sword falling from the sky and inserted not far from the front of the palace.
"Tianyi, you still haven't changed at all!"
An old Taoist in gray clothes floated down from the air, like a fluttering feather, standing on the hilt of the sword with one foot, looking at old man Tianyi with a smile in his eyes.
"It's Senior Ao Qing!"
Seeing this gray-robed Taoist, countless bombs seemed to have been dropped in the crowd, and they suddenly became excited again. Ao Qing, the best master in the world, had waited for so long and finally saw his true appearance, and they couldn't help but be excited.
"You have changed a lot!" Old man Tianyi curled his lips and looked up at Ao Qing, "I heard that you are the best master in the world. I have just recovered my skills and I can't help but want to ask for advice. Unfortunately, it's you and Ming today.
On the day of the Heavenly Sword Sect's competition, if the Mingtian Sword Sect fails to make the appointment later, you have to have fun with me!"
"I am so happy. I have been in seclusion for many years. I only heard about your senior brother Tiancan's incident when I came out of seclusion recently. I lament the vicissitudes of the world. All my close friends who fought together in the rivers and lakes and traveled in Penglai have gone away one by one. Now only one is left.
I'll leave you behind!" Ao Qing put his hands behind his back and gently jumped down from the hilt of the sword, his tone was quite vicissitudes. (To be continued...)