Lin Xueru was now on Lamei Peak, looking at the huge sword boat flying slowly from the Tianjian Mountains.
As the leader who led the disciples of the Tianjian Sect to Broken Sword City to participate in the Dao battle this time, Lin Xueru did not hesitate at all, and drew a sword light in the air and landed on the sword boat.
Immediately, a steady stream of sword light flew from the nine peaks of the Heavenly Sword and fell on the sword boat.
On each main peak, there were about two or three people flying in. There were slightly more disciples of Nine Death Front, about five or six people came.
Tiantai Peak among the nine peaks, although there are only three people including the peak master, but in this Taoist battle, a sword light flew over without showing any signs of weakness.
Han Linhua landed on the sword boat and stood on the deck with his senior brothers from various peaks beside him, not daring to move around randomly.
After a while, the twenty-four disciples from the Nine Peaks came to the deck one by one.
Lin Xueru glanced at the twenty-four disciples in front of her and counted the number of them. These people were all disciples selected from the Nine Peaks Sword Association to participate in the Tao War.
"Now that everyone is here, let's set off."
"Yes." The twenty-four disciples made a sword salute to Lin Xueru in front of them.
Following Lin Xueru's order, the huge sword boat moved slowly in the air and flew westward.
The sword boat is a unique flying prop of the Tianjian Sect. It not only flies extremely fast, can carry many people, but also has powerful attack power.
The strength of the sword boat's attack power depends on the person who controls the boat. The higher the level of the person who controls the boat, the greater the power the sword boat can exert.
It is said that the Tianjian Sect has nine large sword boats, which can carry many Nine Peaks disciples. If the Tianjian Sect has nine large sword boats, almost no one in the wilderness would dare to provoke them!
The speed of the sword boat became faster and faster until it turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the distance.
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Looking at Jianzhou's leaving shadow, the man sighed slightly.
"Senior, if I had such a sword boat..."
"If you had such a sword boat, you would die faster." The old man directly interrupted what the man was about to say, very ruthlessly.
The man smiled nonchalantly and said, "Senior's words are not unreasonable. How could the Heavenly Sword Sect allow other people to have the same sword boat as them?"
The man knew clearly in his heart that in a sense, the sword boat that had just flown away from his eyes was a symbol of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Suddenly, the man's expression changed. As if he noticed something, he cast his eyes gloomily to the west.
The old man noticed something strange about the man, "Something happened?"
"Senior, I'm afraid I have failed to live up to your expectations." There seemed to be anger in the man's words.
After listening to the man's words, the old man smiled and knew what happened. It seemed that he was not very disappointed in the comparison.
"That kid is a bit special after all. In terms of luck, he is pretty good."
The man's expression was gloomy at first, but he gradually became relieved after hearing what the old man said.
"This cannot be explained by good luck. He is a genuine Jindan Demon King, and a Jindan Demon King just fell into his hands."
The old man smiled and said, "He can get Jingyang's inheritance, so he must be a person with great luck."
"Senior, how about I send another Demon King over to take a look?"
The old man shook his head, "No need, if you send me again, you might be met and killed by Lin Xueru again, and you will have to lose another subordinate."
When the man heard this, he was naturally happy to do so, "What do you mean, senior?"
"Although you said you helped me do things but didn't get it done, you did help me do it with my heart, and I also lost a Golden Core Demon King.
In this case, let's forget about this matter. That kid is so lucky that he won't be able to kill him for a while.
Anyway, your purpose is to cause chaos in the world, and I am happy to see such a scene, so I will sponsor you with that skill."
The man narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding his inner thoughts, and said humbly: "Thank you, senior."
The old man waved his hand and smiled, then turned to look at the man and asked, "How about we take a guess now?"
"Guess what?"
The old man's black eyes suddenly became dark. He looked to the west and said, "Guess what interesting things will happen in this Taoist battle."
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Cheng Sirang came to a tavern, but stopped at the door of the tavern and did not choose to go in.
He looked at the situation in the tavern and saw a group of people buying and drinking wine, the lame old man, and the proprietress at the counter.
His eyes were fixed on the landlady, and he seemed a little surprised, but he didn't stop for long before he left.
He had just returned from the sandy area to the west and noticed a very powerful fluctuation in spiritual power.
He felt a little uneasy in his heart, because in that piece of sand, he felt a power that surpassed the golden elixir stage.
Could it be that the junior brother has broken through to the soul?
Cheng Sirang immediately denied it. Although he knew that his junior brother was a rare genius, it was absolutely impossible for him to break through to the realm of Yuanshen.
This made Chen Sirang even more uneasy because he thought of a secret method in the academy...
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He Yidao walked back to the town with Hu Tou and Ke'er. The two of them didn't discuss anything and followed He Yidao honestly.
"Mr. He, where are we going?" Hutou touched his head. The two of them were led by He Yidao around the town for who knows how long, but they still didn't seem to find the place that Mr. He was looking for.
"We are going to find someone." He Yidao said with a smile.
When Hutou heard this, he immediately asked: "Who are you looking for? Are you looking for Mr. Zhong?"
The tiger's head looked vaguely expectant and joyful.
He Yidao replied: "No, I am looking for someone who knows Mr. Zhong."
Ke'er was wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket, holding the tiger's head next to him with one hand, and asked: "But there are many, many people in this town who know Mr. Zhong!"
"We're not looking for people from this town."
"Oh." Ke'er said.
The three of them continued walking on the streets of the town.
"Mr. He." Ke'er suddenly called He Yidao again, "Is Mr. Zhong not coming back?"
Ke'er is talented and smart, much smarter than others. She seems to have noticed something.
Looking at Ke'er's eyes, He Yidao looked at Hu Tou's eyes again. They seemed to be looking forward to an answer.
"I don't know." He Yidao shook his head and gave this answer.
He really didn't know what was going on with Zhong Wu now, although there were various signs that Zhong Wu was probably in serious danger.
Seeing that the two children stopped talking, He Yidao sighed, frowned slightly, and thought to himself, "It's hard to find anyone from the academy if you search like this."
Although Zhong Wu told him that someone from the academy would definitely come, he did not tell him how to contact the person.
He Yidao took his two children around the town again, then turned the corner and came to a deserted street.
He casually popped out a wisp of sword energy and stabbed directly into the air.
The technique he used was exactly 'breaking the sun'.
When this wisp of sword energy flies high into the sky, it can cause huge spiritual energy fluctuations, thus setting off a signal bomb for the people from the nearby academy.
Of course, the premise is that the person coming from the academy must be at a very high level and be very sensitive to spiritual energy fluctuations.
Otherwise, He Yidao's 'flare' may not have much effect.
However, those who can come to help Zhong Wu, even if they do not have the strength of the Golden Core realm, may not come.
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Cheng Sirang suddenly felt a strong spiritual energy wave somewhere in the town, and he immediately left.
This is a street that has been deserted for a long time. On the street there is a man in white with two children.
The man in white seemed to be looking for something too.
Cheng Sirang walked up to the man in white and asked, "Who are you?"
He Yidao cupped his hands and said, "My name is He Yidao. Are you a disciple of the academy?"
"He Yidao?" Cheng Sirang frowned when he heard the name. He seemed to have heard this name somewhere. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, "Are you from the Tianjian Sect?"
He Yidao nodded, not surprised at all that the man in front of him recognized him. He did not pay too much attention to his identity, but asked directly: "Do you know Zhong Wu?"
"He is my junior brother." Cheng Sirang said.
He Yidao pointed at the two children beside him and said: "These are Brother Zhong's disciples. Brother Zhong asked me to hand them over to his senior brother."
"Elder brother?" Cheng Sirang seemed to have thought of something in his mind, and sighed deeply, "Where are the others?"
Cheng Sirang knew clearly in his heart that the younger junior brother was probably in serious danger.
He Yidao just slowly spit out three words: "Chao Wen Dao..."
Cheng Sirang's pupils shrank, and he naturally understood the meaning of this sentence, "Junior brother...he..."
"He also asked me to convey something to Saint Han."
After hearing Master's name, Cheng Sirang calmed down and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Brother Zhong said, 'A gentleman can be deceived.'"
After Cheng Sirang heard this, he stood there and pondered for a long time, "I should have..."
He said no more and turned to look at the two children beside He Yidao. He could see their qualifications and culture at a glance.
Obviously, the pretty-looking little girl is not young, but she has accumulated a lot of culture and has excellent qualifications.
But that honest boy, who looked much older than the little girl, was less than one-tenth as elegant as the little girl, and his qualifications were extremely poor.
Seeing Cheng Sirang frown, He Yidao naturally knew what he was thinking, so he said:
"If your academy has a disciple you don't want to accept, I can accept him to my Tiantai Peak."
Cheng Sirang immediately shook his head and said, "Master He is overly worried. Our academy has advocated teaching without distinction since ancient times. There are no disciples that our academy does not want to accept."
So, Cheng Sirang looked at the two children and asked, "Are you willing to become disciples of the academy?"
Hutou and Ke'er hesitated for a while, then looked at Mr. He next to them, and asked again:
"Is it Mr. Zhong's academy?"
Cheng Sirang said with a gentle smile, "Of course."
Hutou was a little hesitant, "I haven't told my mother yet!"
"I will take you to discuss it with your parents," Cheng Sirang continued.
Hutou thought for a while, and nodded with Ke'er.
At this time, a huge thing flew from a distance, and it was very fast.
People in the small town looked up at the huge flying boat in the sky. Some people even knelt down on the ground and kept kowtowing.
"Immortal! Immortal!"
Cheng Sirang glanced at the sword boat and said to He Yidao: "Is that the sword boat of the Tianjian Sect?"
He Yidao nodded, "It's from Lamei Peak."
Then, He Yidao bowed his hand to Cheng Sirang and said, "I have something to do when I go to the Western Region, so I won't talk to you..."
"My name is Cheng Sirang."
"No more chatting with Brother Cheng, I will leave these two children to you."
Cheng Sirang nodded, bowed his hands, and said to He Yidao solemnly: "Master He, be careful."
He Yidao didn't talk too much, and turned into a black sword light rising into the sky, flying towards the sword boat.
Seeing He Yidao leaving, Hutou and Keer's eyes widened, with both surprise and yearning.