As soon as Ling Jingfang disappeared into the woods, several figures suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain in the distance.
"Second senior brother, this group of Songshan sect is really unbearable. It's really disappointing that a small Hengshan sect has been surrounded for several days and still can't win." A young man in a green robe said to the middle-aged man beside him.
He said, followed by another dozen or twenty people in brocade robes.
The middle-aged man was tall and had no white beard. He looked at the disciples of the Hengshan Sect in the valley, nodded and said: "The people of the Songshan Sect are indeed useless, but this Ling Jing is really not simple. Now
I haven’t seen him for more than a year, and I didn’t expect his martial arts to have improved so much, it’s really scary.”
There was a sparkle in his eyes, as if he had thought of something.
A look of solemnity flashed across the face of the man in green robe on the side, and he said: "Second Senior Brother, what do you think of the swordsmanship Ling Jing used when he dealt with those three losers of the Songshan Sect just now?"
The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then turned around and said: "Junior brother, among the disciples of our generation, you have the best martial arts, Ling Jing's swordsmanship..." After a pause, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
Shocked, he immediately said: "I'm afraid I can't even catch a sword. Are you sure you can beat him?"
The man in green robe smiled bitterly and said: "I have already fought with him. This kid... I have to say, he is really a genius. He actually has the courage to test the sword with me. This unpredictable sword technique,
If I guessed correctly, it was during that battle that he realized it."
The middle-aged man suddenly took a breath of cold air. He naturally knew about the martial arts of his junior brother. In addition to the master, even the senior brother in his sect was weaker than him. But couldn't even he be able to deal with this Ling Jing?
?
His face suddenly darkened, and he said solemnly: "Junior brother, in fact, we have tried to win over this person before, but... this kid has never replied to us."
The green-robed man's expression changed and he said calmly: "Second senior brother, once your martial arts skills reach a certain level, your aura will naturally be beyond the imagination of ordinary people. If you just want to use clichéd means to win over him, of course it won't work."
The middle-aged man sighed and seemed to regret why he didn't give a bigger bargaining chip in the first place. He said: "Elder brother asked me to handle this matter. It is indeed my fault that I didn't win this kid over.
"
The man in green robe shook his head and said: "I don't think so. This kid is not a simple person, and his skills are already above mine. Even if he fights alone, I am not his opponent. I'm afraid there is no power for such a person."
You can win him over."
The middle-aged man gave a wry smile, then looked at the disciples of the Hengshan Sect who were rescuing the wounded in the valley, and frowned: "What should we do with those people below? Anyway, that kid has left. Should we help Zuo Lengchan again?"
The disciples of the Hengshan Sect in the valley were carrying the corpses of their fellow disciples who died in the valley under the command of Yihe, Yiqing and other senior disciples. They moved them to a place and piled them with dry firewood. They seemed to be preparing to cremate them and take them back to Hengshan, but they did not notice at all.
Someone on the distant mountain top had already noticed them.
"Forget it. Zuo Lengchan is an unworthy person. Even if he comes out of seclusion this time, he will only be at the peak of the first level of artistic conception. I'm afraid he still has no chance of winning against this Ling Jing." The man in green robe pondered for a moment.
Said slowly.
The middle-aged man nodded and said with some regret: "We have spent a lot of energy on the Songshan Sect, and the princess personally went out to have a secret talk with Zuo Lengchan last time. Isn't it a bit...
"
The green-robed man hurriedly waved his hand and said cautiously: "Second Senior Brother, don't forget our original intention of winning over the Songshan Sect this time. Now that Lingjing's swordsmanship has been completed, even if we can't win him over, we can't send him to the Ming Cult."
Push it away."
The middle-aged man nodded and said: "Junior brother is right. As for Zuo Lengchan's matter, let's put it aside for now and try to get in touch with this Ling Jing first to see if there is anything we can do about it.
Things can impress him."
The two looked at each other and gradually disappeared on the top of the mountain with a group of subordinates.
Ling Jing walked into the woods, with a bright blue light in his eyes, and he was galloping in the forest like a cheetah. Among the three people, the old man surnamed Zhao was seriously injured by his sword, and his body skills would definitely not be too flexible.
, it can be seen from the footprints that are four deep and two deep on the ground.
"Let's see how far you can run!"
Ling Jing followed the footprints and kept walking through the forest. He saw a series of footprints twisting here and there, as if they were setting up a suspicion formation.
Gradually, Ling Jing was getting further and further away from the deep valley, and had traveled several miles to the northeast. Suddenly, he was seen looking in a certain direction and sneered.
In his field of vision, behind a few big trees on the right front, he could see three old men named Zhao, each holding a sword and holding their breath, hiding behind the trees. A series of footprints passed right through the middle of the three big trees.
"Are you trying to play dirty with me?" Ling Jing showed a trace of ridicule on his face, and walked forward unhurriedly, but saw that the three of them were holding their breath and seemed to be listening to his footsteps.
Three steps, two steps, Ling Jing walked one step away from the tree, and suddenly stopped. Behind the big tree, three figures suddenly tightened their expressions, and almost couldn't help but rush out.
"laugh!"
At this moment, Ling Jing suddenly drew out his long sword and silently penetrated a big tree on the right. The "Emperor Dragon Ancient Sword" passed through the tree trunk, and the sword's power did not decrease, and it pierced directly.
It hit the chest of the old man named Zhao.
"puff!"
The old man surnamed Zhao spurted out a mouthful of blood. He looked blankly at the sword tip coming out of his chest and soon lost his breath.
"Run!"
When the two men named Sima and Zhang on the side saw that the old man named Zhao had been killed, they were immediately shocked and ran forward without thinking.
The old man surnamed Zhao died. The two knew that their conspiracy had been exposed and they could no longer ambush the young man. However, if they had a head-on confrontation, they had no chance of winning. Now they were just thinking about how to escape quickly.
The two figures rushed out in two directions. Ling Jing frowned slightly, suddenly jumped up a big tree, threw the scabbard in his hand, and shot at the man named Sima.
"call!"
The strong wind howled, and the face of the man named Sima changed. He sighed in his heart that he was unlucky, and thought to himself: "Why doesn't this kid go after Brother Zhang, but he comes to kill me?"
There was a trace of resentment on his face, he turned around and raised his sword to parry.
"bump!"
The man named Sima's arms went numb, he stepped back a few steps, took the scabbard, and even his teeth were bleeding, and there was blood in his mouth.
"Such a strong internal force, how did this kid develop such martial arts!" The man named Sima did not dare to stay, and hurriedly turned around and ran forward. At this moment, he only heard two soft sounds of "chichi".
Two emerald green leaves penetrated from the back of his heart, passed directly through his chest, and shot to a tree in front of him.
The man surnamed Sima fell to the ground in astonishment. Ling Jing took back his right hand, picked off a few more leaves, and stretched them to the left. More than ten feet away in front, a figure could be vaguely seen.
"The last one!"
Ling Jing repeated his old tricks, chased him close, and shot flying leaves with artistic conception level techniques, killing the man.
"'Selfless and Intangible', whether it is used in swordsmanship or hidden weapons, is really hard to guard against. Unfortunately, it consumes too much internal energy."
Ling Jing packed up the three of them, looked up at the sun, determined the direction, and headed north. The Hengshan Sect had to go back to the mountain to reorganize after this catastrophe. He only needed to wait for them to pass by and settle down in Fuzhou City.
, this time the main mission is completed.
"I don't know how many disciples of the Hengshan Sect survived this time." He shuttled forward all the way, but he was thinking about the main mission in his mind. In the previous battle in the valley, the Hengshan Sect was outnumbered and the enemy was large, even with his own protection.
, but there were still heavy casualties. Even if Master Dingxian and others were rescued from the stone kiln, there would not be many people alive.
"The Songshan sect is deliberately trying to make things difficult for me." Ling Jing felt slightly distressed. Originally, if all the people of the Hengshan sect could survive this time, then the talent points and various attributes that could be used would definitely increase dramatically, but after experience
After the battle in the valley, I'm afraid it would be pretty good to have a dozen or so talent points.
"What a pity..." Ling Jing sighed secretly, but once the main mission is completed, the third level of the talent tree will be enough to open. By then, his martial arts can be upgraded again.
It can also increase a lot of strength.
Moreover, it is time to practice and take a look at the "Great Shift of the Universe".
A few days later, Ling Jing rushed to Fuzhou City alone. Since there was nothing urgent this time, he was not in a hurry. He did not return to the city until four or five days later.
He didn't try to look for traces of the Hengshan Sect on the way, because he didn't really want to go with them. Although Master Dingxian was upright and upright and had advanced Buddhist practices, in his opinion, she couldn't help but look very pedantic.
, when I stay with them, I always feel like I am at a loss.
After Ling Jing entered the city, he went to an inn to stay for the night. There were injured people among the Hengshan sect, so they were definitely traveling much slower than him. However, he was not too anxious. As soon as the Hengshan sect entered Fuzhou City, this group of people would
Naturally, this task has been completed. Now that the crisis has been resolved, the rest is just a matter of time.
Ling Jing sat in the lobby of the inn, ordered a few side dishes and a large jar of wine, and drank it himself.
Suddenly, my ears twitched, and I heard several big men from the world chatting and drinking. One of them said: "Have you heard about it recently? More than ten days ago, many heroes from the world have rushed to Hunan to gather. Now there is less talk there.
We have also gathered thousands of heroes and are preparing to go north in the next few days so that we can join the heroes from several other places and then attack the Shaolin Temple together."
Another person said: "This matter has made a big fuss in the world. Who has not heard of it? But the thief from Shaolin Temple actually dared to imprison Miss Ren. He is really impatient." (To be continued.
