Outside the Sword-holding Sect, there was a roar of sword energy in the sky. Many people inside and outside the sect raised their heads and looked up into the void. Then they saw a group of figures wielding swords in the void in the distance. They were the people who had returned from the Immortal Martial World.
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Qin Wentian stepped on the whistling sword energy and came to a stop above the ancient peak of Shanmen. There, he saw a snow-white figure roaring towards him, like a white lightning rushing into Qin Wentian's arms.
His body kept arching towards Qin Wentian's body.
"Little guy, long time no see." Fan Le looked at the little bastard, stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead.
The little bastard raised his little head, glared at Fan Le, opened his mouth, and spat out a few words: "Damn... fat... son."
"Uh!" Fan Le's face was instantly filled with black lines. This little bastard could actually speak. His slightly childish voice was full of cuteness, making Qin Wentian hold back his laughter.
"Boss, you taught me this, right?" Fan Le was speechless and knocked the little guy on the forehead hard. The little bastard bared his teeth and claws at him and said with a grin: "Fat man, you... are looking for death."
Qin Wentian smiled, and walked forward with the little guy in his arms. He saw a beautiful figure in front of him, like a beautiful landscape, standing there quietly, with a slender and graceful figure, and a stunning face, even though
Just standing quietly, still attracting the attention of many people.
"Qing'er." Qin Wentian walked up to Qianying, smiled tenderly, and looked at the figure as beautiful as a snow lotus.
Qing'er glanced at Qin Wentian and said in a clear voice: "Come out for a walk today."
"Well, if you walk more, it won't be so boring." Qin Wentian looked at the woman in front of him, she still cherished words like gold.
"She... lies." The little bastard took his head out of Qin Wentian's arms and looked at Qing'er and said, "She... comes here every day."
"What a sin." Fan Le slapped him on the forehead, which was so shocking.
Qin Wentian blinked his eyes and looked at Qing'er, but saw that Qing'er's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at the little bastard with cold eyes, and then slapped him, and the little bastard quickly curled up into Qin Wentian's arms.
Inside, Qing'er took time to slap her. Seeing Qin Wentian looking straight at him, a strange look seemed to flash through Qing'er's calm eyes, and then he said: "It loves to talk nonsense."
"Yes." Qin Wentian nodded, still looking into Qing'er's eyes.
"I'm going back." Qing'er's face changed slightly. After saying that, he immediately turned around and left in a blink of an eye. He was very fast. Looking at that wonderful back, Qin Wentian looked down at the little guy in his arms and said softly:
"What else do you know?"
"Here... there were people chasing her, but they were... beaten away by her." The little guy said inarticulately, which made Qin Wentian feel ashamed. Qing'er dared to chase anyone who was so bold. It was really embarrassing.
"There is another one...she can't win. That person looks at her every day. Can you get rid of her?" The little guy looked at Qin Wentian with big eyes, which made Qin Wentian completely happy. He rubbed his head and smiled.
He said: "This is the first time I realize how cute you are. I will make up for you later."
"Okay, I want to evolve." The little bastard said in a sweet voice. The so-called tonic is naturally the power of Qin Wentian's blood. This guy can be said to have been raised by Qin Wentian's blood.
"Wentian, I'm going to see Senior Brother Lingtian first. You go back and have a good rest." At this time, Yanshan Sword Master in the void looked at Qin Wentian and said, what happened in the Immortal Martial World must be discussed with Sword Master Lingtian and the others.
He said that regarding Qin Wentian's matter, I'm afraid the senior leaders of Zhanjian Sect need to meet with each other.
"Okay, thank you sword master." Qin Wentian nodded and thanked him.
Yanshan Sword Master nodded, and then the group of people left through the air. Ji Feixue was also about to go and revive Master Lingtian Sword Master. Now that they had arrived at the Sword Fighting Sect, everyone quickly dispersed.
Ye Lingshuang and Duan Han helped arrange a place for Fanle and the others to live, not far from Qin Wentian's residence. The group sat together and chatted for a few hours, then the sky dimmed, and Qin Wentian returned to his residence.
place, and then sort out the harvest in the immortal martial world.
He should be regarded as the person who gained the most from this trip to the Immortal Martial World, and it will take time to consolidate.
The Immortal Technique to Suppress Heaven and Immortal Demon Jue, such a powerful technique needs to be practiced step by step. Moreover, according to his idea, the Immortal Demon Body Refining is used to assist this set of techniques to practice together. It just complements each other and can exert stronger power, but it requires
Practicing immortal and demon body refining requires a large amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures to assist the practice. This is also the difficulty of practice. Some powerful and strange techniques often require the help of treasures to practice.
In addition, those powerful magical powers obtained from the ancient tablets, such as the Golden Roc Technique, Star Reaching Technique, Phantom Technique and other powers, all need to be understood slowly and become more and more proficient.
In addition, when fighting, these powerful magical powers consume extremely terrifying amounts of star energy. The stronger the power exerted, which means that the star power consumed by a one-time attack may also increase. The seventh level of Tiangang utilizes so many powerful
It is difficult to support a continuous war with his own methods. Fortunately, he has four Yuan mansions, which gives him an advantage over ordinary people.
In the night, the stars were extraordinarily bright. They continued to fall from the sky and fell on the place where Qin Wentian was. The entire space was bathed in starlight, which was so dazzling.
Qin Wentian sat there for seven days. When he opened his eyes seven days later, there was a hint of cool air in the space. There was misty white mist on the mountain wall in the early morning, and the scenery was particularly beautiful.
The soft sound of the flute reached his ears, carrying a somewhat melodious artistic conception. Qin Wentian listened quietly. The sound of the flute was graceful, and there seemed to be some heart-felt artistic conception in it.
"Er... it's that person. He's here again. It's so annoying." The little bastard ran to Qin Wentian's side and grabbed Qin Wentian's arm. Qin Wentian immediately understood who the little guy was talking about.
He must be the one who said Qing'er couldn't beat him.
"Let's go and have a look." Qin Wentian flashed, and soon he saw the flute player, fluttering in white clothes, standing on the huge rock on the mountain wall, composing music and playing the flute towards the place where Qing'er lived.
, but it seemed a bit chic. Qing'er stood on the roof, with a bit of indifference in his expression, as if he was a little unhappy.
This figure in white has a strong cultivation level. He is at the ninth level of Tiangang. He is also a disciple of the Sword Fighting Sect. He must be an extraordinary person. No wonder Qing'er can't defeat him even with Qing'er's strength. After all, Qing'er's cultivation is only at the seventh level of Tiangang, and just now
It hasn't been long since I entered this realm.
"Qinger."
Qin Wentian's figure came to Qing'er's side. Qing'er glanced at him, and then looked at the figure on the mountain wall in front of him, his expression even colder.
"Don't you think it's rude to harass others like this?" Qin Wentian looked at the figure in white and spoke loudly. The sound seemed to contain a sword whistling sound wave, and several harsh sounds were made in the void, and the music was abruptly beaten.
After a while, the sound of the flute stopped, and the figure in white looked towards Qin Wentian, and said indifferently: "Sincerity leads to gold and stone, what do I have to do with you?"
"She is my friend, so she is naturally related to me. Please don't come here again." Qin Wentian continued.
"Are they just friends, then what qualifications do you have to stop me from pursuing Junior Sister Qing'er." This person spoke without any scruples, and seemed to have made it clear that he wanted to pursue Qing'er. A few laughters were heard, and on the opposite side,
Many figures appeared on the mountain wall, and one of the women giggled: "Senior Brother Han, Junior Sister Qing'er is so beautiful, and those who pursue her have been beaten. I'm afraid you have little hope, but I still support you."
"Junior Sister Qing'er is as touching as a fairy. How many people can't be moved by it? I hope that Senior Brother Han can succeed and chase Junior Sister Qing'er to my Gushan lineage." Another person said, his eyes still looking.
Qin Wentian glanced at him and found out that this person was Qin Wentian, who had recently become a hot topic in the Sword Fighting Sect and had won the first place in the ancient monument ranking in the Immortal Martial World. They would also like to see it.
"Wentian, these people are all disciples of the Gushan Sword Master's lineage." Ye Lingshuang came here at some unknown time and said to Qin Wentian.
"The Sword Fighting Sect doesn't prohibit disciples from fighting, right?" Qin Wentian asked. Of course he knew that Qing'er liked quietness. He originally chose this place because there were few people to disturb him, but these people had no etiquette and were noisy here. Although Qing'er
He didn't say it clearly, but looking at her cold face, he knew that she was very uncomfortable.
"Of course, just pay attention to the rules. The Sword Sect encourages competition and the elders don't interfere." Ye Lingshuang nodded.
"That's good." Qin Wentian nodded lightly, looked at Qing'er and said, "Can I help you drive them away?"
Qing'er was stunned for a moment, looked at Qin Wentian, his eyes flashed, and then nodded gently: "Okay."
Qin Wentian waved his sleeves and strolled out. In an instant, he stood in front of the strong figures on the opposite mountain wall. He looked at the figure in white and said, "Get out."
Senior Brother Han held the flute in his hand and glanced at Qin Wentian indifferently. Now in the Sword Fighting Sect, Qin Wentian's name is known to everyone. He returned with the ancient monument of the Immortal Martial World ranked first, and for a while he was ranked first in the Sword Fighting Sect.
It caused a huge stir, how could he not know it.
This person killed Shang Tong and invited Zhan Emperor to kill him. An elder figure of the Huangji Sect died because of him.
"Senior Brother Han, he is planning to use you to establish his authority." The woman just now giggled and stared at Qin Wentian.
"Senior Brother Han, although your level is high, this person is famous in the Holy Emperor's Domain. If there is a battle, the sect brothers will not say that you are bullying the younger ones." Another voice came.
Qin Wentian glanced at the people on the mountain wall in front of him. There were five people in total. Apart from Senior Brother Han, there were four others, three at the eighth level of Tiangang and one at the seventh level of Tiangang.
The golden light shone, and the star energy covered Qin Wentian's body with a layer of bright golden glow, like a golden roc, giving birth to golden wings. With sharp eyes, he scanned the people in front of him and uttered a cold voice: "You all come up together."
After the words fell, Qin Wentian's wings were flapping behind him, and his body slowly floated up, getting higher and higher, and the light on his body became more and more brilliant. There was a faint glow shining out, like a golden-winged roc roaring loudly, causing the other party to
The five figures on the stone wall all focused their gazes, and there was a faint fighting spirit pouring out of them.
In the distance, many disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect came to watch, paying attention to this battle.
Qing'er was still standing on the roof, looking at Qin Wentian's back with cold eyes, her beautiful eyes looking calm and peaceful!