When we arrived at Shuangshen Square, Yang Jianwei and others were not practicing swordplay here, and the atmosphere was much more cheerful. People visiting the square were admiring the stone statues or reading the words on the inscriptions.
Jiang Chen's target was three well-preserved sword marks.
Standing in front of the stone wall, Jiang Chen looked closely at the sword mark, which was a diagonal slash from top to bottom. The cut surface was not affected by time and was still smooth and neat.
There are eight big words below: No touching, consequences at your own risk.
This aroused people's curiosity. Some people picked up branches and stretched them over. When they got close to the sword mark, the branches broke silently.
"So strong!"
Jiang Chen was shocked. There were actually people in Jiutian Continent whose swordsmanship reached such a level. Wushen Mountain was indeed worthy of these three words.
"It's a pity it's too noisy."
There were people all under the sword mark, Jiang Chen could only bite the bullet and feel the sword's intention.
Facts have proved that it is indeed effective. Many insights bloomed in Jiang Chen's heart like countless flowers, but when he wanted to go further, the noise interrupted him.
"well."
Jiang Chen had to give up temporarily and walk to a place with fewer people.
Without realizing it, Jiang Chen discovered something strange. There was a deep ditch in the square, extending towards the mountain. There was also a hole there that was only half a finger wide.
"Is this how it was cut with one knife?"
Jiang Chen stepped aside and saw what was going on. Someone slashed down with a knife, splitting the ground and the mountain.
He stood in front of the mountain. The end of the crack was not dark, but he could see the scenery on the other side, which showed that the power of this knife penetrated the entire mountain.
Suddenly, Jiang Chen's expression changed drastically, and he was faced with a powerful sword intent rushing towards him, like thousands of troops passing through his body.
He couldn't help but raise his right hand, longing to have a knife in his hand.
"Yes! My right hand isn't sensitive enough to the sword, but that doesn't mean I can't use other weapons. It's just that I'm stubborn!"
Jiang Chen is certain that his right hand has a unique understanding of the art of swordsmanship.
He glanced at the sword marks over there again, and said in his heart: "When there is no one around at night, bring the sword and come here to gain enlightenment."
Then, he followed Hong Feiyu and left Wushen Mountain.
That night, Black Dragon City, Ning Mansion.
The news of Jiang Chen's arrival in Kowloon City was known to the eldest lady, and she also knew that he was going to join the Tiandao Sect.
"A kid from Shiwanda Mountain also wants to join the Tiandao Sect?" the old woman said disdainfully.
"It seems we have to do something. Go and call Ning Ping." The eldest lady pondered for a moment and then said.
Soon, seventeen-year-old Ning Ping came to the front of the hospital and was led by the maid to the eldest lady.
The eldest lady also practiced cultivation, but later, her husband and children made her state stay in the Juyuan state forever.
But Ning Ping didn't dare to be presumptuous, and he didn't even dare to breathe hard.
The eldest lady's vigorous and resolute methods are familiar to everyone in the Ning family.
Not long ago, someone else's divine vein was taken away, and he was killed first and then reported, hiding it from everyone in the Ning family. When it happened, the elders in the house couldn't say anything.
After all, it was Ning's disciples who obtained the divine veins, which was a good thing for Ning.
Many people praised Madam Madam’s approach, which will enable Ning’s rapid development in the next ten years.
Ning Haotian, who possesses divine veins, will surely become a peerless powerhouse and lead the Ning family to its peak.
"Ning Ping, I heard that you are going to participate in the disciple selection of Tiandao Sect this year?" The eldest lady glanced at him and casually changed her position to lie down.
Ning Ping nodded and said: "Yes, my nephew also wants to follow in the footsteps of Brother Haotian and become a disciple of the Tiandao Sect."
"There is something you need to do."
"Aunt, please tell me."
"Kill a person. Kill a person named Jiang Chen when you were in the trial ground of Tiandao Sect. You have seen him before. His name was Ning Chen at that time."
"Oh oh oh."
Ning Ping frowned at first and then reacted suddenly. He was a little overwhelmed by surprise and confusion.
"Can that guy still be qualified to join the Tiandao Sect?" Ning Ping asked confused.
"His realm is already at the peak of the Early Juyuan Realm and should not be underestimated. Eliminating this threat is for the good of the entire Ning family. Once this is accomplished, I will reward you with a fourth-level spiritual sword."
"Thank you aunt, my nephew will definitely do his best to complete it!"
Ning Ping walked out of the room, all he thought about was the fourth-order spiritual sword. Jiang Chen didn't take it to heart, thinking that killing him would be an easy task.
"You have taken away someone else's divine veins, and now you have to eradicate the roots. However, you can still say that you are so righteous. It seems that those who want to achieve great things must be ruthless enough."
Ning Ping muttered in his heart and strode away.
"Madam, why go to such trouble? Why not just hire a killer? Or I can do it." After Ning Ping left, the old nanny came out of the shadows again, her voice cold and ruthless.
"It's easy to leave traces like that. I don't want Taoist Tianfeng to have any excuse to attack. On the contrary, if Jiang Chen dies while Tiandao Sect is recruiting disciples, that will be Tiandao Sect's business." The eldest lady said.
"Madam, I think you still underestimate Jiang Chen too much. He wants to join the Tiandao Sect and is already a great threat to the Ning family."
The eldest lady smiled contemptuously and said: "So what? My Haotian has already reached the realm of divine movement, and Jiang Chen will not be able to catch up in his lifetime."
Hearing this, the old lady shook her head gently.
Of course she knew the eldest lady's thoughts and considerations, but she was a little uneasy and felt that Jiang Chen should be killed at all costs.
Let’s talk about Jiang Chen. When he came to Hong Feiyu’s house, he discovered that the Hong family was also a big family in Kowloon City.
The power of the Hong family is several times greater than that of Nanfeng Ridge in Shiwandashan.
The entire Hong Mansion is magnificent, with rows of palaces and countless gardens.
"It seems that I will never achieve anything in the way of swordsmanship."
Hong Feiyu has been very depressed since he came back. For him, today was another waste of a whole day at Wushen Mountain without any progress.
"Have you tried other weapons?" Jiang Chen asked curiously.
It's hard to explain his talent in martial arts. Hong Feiyu's performance in swordsmanship is average. Maybe he can try other aspects.
Hong Feiyu smiled bitterly and said: "Even if I don't want to, my family will arrange other things for me. In addition to swords, I have also tried knives, axes, and maces, but the results are the same."
Comparison is very popular in Kowloon City, but the speed of spiritual cultivation is second to none, and the people are really crazy about martial arts.
Jiang Chen heard something strange from these words and said: "These weapons of yours are all short, just try long weapons."
"Long weapons? It's not like you can't use short weapons, let alone long weapons?" Hong Feiyu looked over in confusion.
An inch long, an inch strong.
Everyone knows the truth. The reason why swords are rampant is that it is too difficult to make weapons and there are few famous teachers.
For example, guns and sticks are extremely difficult to master and require a lot of effort to become famous.
"There are many apes who have developed intelligence and can naturally use weapons such as sticks, and they are very powerful. They don't know how to use swords," Jiang Chen said.
"Brother, are you comparing me to a monkey?" Hong Feiyu looked depressed, but he didn't have any confidence.
"I'm just telling you that you'd better give it a try, maybe you'll be talented at long sticks." Jiang Chen said seriously.
Hong Feiyu was persuaded by Jiang Chen and asked his servants to get him a long stick that reached the level of his eyebrows.
However, there was a woman who came with the stick.
Seeing the woman, Hong Feiyu's expression changed drastically, like a mouse seeing a cat.