Faced with Xiao Meng's taunt, Ji Yan immediately responded with a sneer. She had never lost in a verbal contest since she was a child.
"I don't know what other people in the Tianzong are like, but you, the head of the Tianzong, are indeed arrogant and stupid."
The eyes between the two women were like lightning. They each performed Taoist Qi training techniques. Their internal strength continued to squeeze, and they were in a stalemate for a while.
Far away from the two of them, there was a fallen tree. A dark-skinned man was lying on the tree trunk with his legs crossed. He suddenly sat up.
"Hey, look over there, it seems like you're having fun."
He moved his buttocks and turned towards Ji Yan and Xiaomeng, his eyes shining brightly.
After hearing his words, someone soon came to him.
"Tianzong Xiaomeng, the internal force released from the outside controls water vapor to form a special protection. Her Wanchuan Autumn Water has reached an extremely advanced level."
This person was watching the confrontation between Xiaomeng and Ji Yan, stroking his chin and nodding slightly, as if commenting on Xiaomeng was relaxing and pleasant to him.
"Renzong Jixia, I have never heard of it before. She should be a genius similar to Xiaomeng. This is her first time down the mountain. It seems that this time the sword debate between heaven and man will be the two of them."
"The old man named Chuanxu from the Renzong is really difficult to deal with. His Tai Chi seal move made me very uncomfortable. I don't know if this Jixia is strong enough to control Xueji. My bamboo sword is a little excited."
The seventh sword score, Bamboo Sword Fuyun!
The dark-skinned man is Yuan Qing, the successor of Yue Nu Sword.
In the last sword score ranking, he lost to Chuanxu who was holding Xueji and stopped at seventh place.
Xiaomeng’s fifth place is really impressive.
Qingxu of Tianzong once stood up to five masters of swordsmanship without showing his defeat, but for some reason he was defeated by Xiaomeng, who was just starting out in the world.
Xiao Meng, who was ranked fifth, and Chuan Xu, who was ranked sixth, were supposed to have a fight, but Chuan Xu simply stopped fighting, saying that the outcome would be left to the sword of heaven and man.
In this way, Xiao Meng easily established himself as the fifth sword scorer.
Yuan Qing has always been thinking about this incident.
As for having such a good relationship with Yuan Qing, he is naturally from Fanshan.
"There doesn't seem to be any information on the Qi training techniques used by Ji Xia. Taoism is really profound."
"Hey, who do you think is more powerful between the two of them?"
Yuan Qing turned the bamboo stick into his hand and tapped his knees gently.
Fan Shanren glanced at this guy speechlessly, "How can I tell? Both of them are not simple."
Yuan Qing continued to stare at the two women confronting each other intently, licking her lips and said, "Would you like to make a bet? I bet Zong Jixia is stronger."
Fan Shanren couldn't help but be curious and asked: "How do you judge."
"I saw Xiaomeng's swordsmanship last time. Her Tiandao Ruthless Sword felt very weak to me."
"Perhaps, the way of heaven is inherently weak."
"Ha, from thin to thick, and then from thick to thin. Do you think Xiaomeng's thinness is the latter?"
Fan Shanren looked at Yuan Qing in surprise, "It's weird, why did you suddenly become philosophical today?"
"Whatever philosophy, I said it's all about feelings."
Yuan Qing retorted, took out the bamboo sword in his hand from the stick, and blew on it, "My Yue Nu sword skills have reached a bottleneck. You say this is the natural sword of heaven, but I am a human.
Why is there no Sword of Humanity and Nature?”
"I said that in the past few hundred years, you are the first to practice Yue Nu's swordsmanship to such a level. What happens next depends entirely on you."
"I know, I've said it eight hundred times."
…
"Famous sword Qiuli, famous sword Xueji, do you two plan to have a show here?"
Xiaomeng and Ji Yan were confronting each other, and the sudden appearance of this voice shocked them both.
Feng Tu stepped between the two of them, unsheathed the Long Yuan Sword in his hand, the scarlet sword light flashed away, and the Long Yuan Sword returned to its sheath.
Xiaomeng's thousands of autumn waters and Ji Yan's purple clouds were broken at the same time!
"You two, give me a thin noodle and don't cause any trouble."
So fast!
Ji Yan was shocked by the sudden appearance of this person. If it was really a battle, then at this moment, he would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.
Long Yuan Jian Feng Tu, competing with Gai Nie to be the best swordsman in the world, is really terrifying.
She breathed a sigh of relief and did not want to continue to compete with Xiao Meng. Anyway, it would be settled on the day of the sword debate between heaven and man, so she clasped her fists at Feng Tu and said, "Ji Xia was not paying attention for a moment, acted on his own initiative, and caused trouble for sir."
Xiao Meng glanced at Feng Tu one more time, said nothing, and simply disappeared.
Feng Tu didn't care about her attitude and just bowed to Ji Yan, "Thank you for your understanding."
Ji Yan looked at the back of the Long Yuan Sword Master turning away, feeling quite uneasy in his heart.
In the Renzong, senior brother Chuan Xuzi's skills are unfathomable, and he is undoubtedly one of the top masters in the world.
But compared to Feng Tu, a top swordsman in the world, at least when the Long Yuan Sword was unsheathed, Senior Brother Chuanxu, who was holding Xue Ji, did not feel that oppressive feeling.
Compared with Sword Master Gai Nie, Feng Tu could only be ranked second.
Once you get out of seclusion, you will have enough confidence, but you can't underestimate the heroes of the world.
Ji Yan reminded himself secretly in his heart.
…
"Long Yuanjian, you are meddling in other people's business, you are not having any fun watching it."
Yuan Qing complained to Feng Tu, "You said you had nothing to do, so why did you interfere? Qiu Li and Xue Ji are the best swords to fight with."
Fan Shanren's eyes were solemn and thoughtful, "Why do I feel that after the battle with Gai Nie, Feng Tu seems to have become a different person, more unpredictable."
"Ah? No way." Yuan Qing didn't quite believe it.
"Why not? Didn't you make progress after your battle with Gai Nie?"
"I am me, he is him, why should he..."
Yuan Qing's voice weakened mid-sentence and curled his lips, "Well, there is no end to the sword, and he can indeed make progress. It's just that he..."
He was originally a swordsman at the top of his game, but it's hard to imagine that this man is still improving.
Of course, it's not just Feng Tu. Ge Nie, who fought with Feng Tu, also gained a new understanding of the way forward.
As latecomers to these outstanding predecessors, we must not imagine that they will stop moving forward.
Otherwise, the waves behind you in the Yangtze River will push the waves ahead, and you, the wave behind you, will not even have a chance to catch up with the waves ahead.
…
The journey of worshiping heaven continued without any embarrassment. Ying Zheng climbed Mount Tai, erected a monument, and worshiped heaven.
After going down the mountain, you have to perform a ground sacrifice, and there is also a complete set of ritual procedures.
The masters of the Shadow Guard and Luo Wang still dare not relax their vigilance at all, and are always on guard against possible surprise attacks by the Qilin Society.
However, everyone was nervous and nervous, but they never saw anything unusual. Even the mosquitoes around Taishan were almost wiped out by them.
Assassination? Making trouble?
As long as there is a sudden change in the sky, the goal has been achieved. Who would not be able to imagine rushing into such a terrifying lineup to assassinate?
In this way, after experiencing the celestial changes in Mount Tai, Ying Zheng's journey to become a Buddhist monk was barely completed successfully.