Ling Yunpo once again merged his sword with his sword, cutting the demonic monk opposite him into two pieces, feeling filled with confusion.
When will this war end?
Although the body and head of the Yin Ghost Dao monk on the opposite side were separated, he did not die on the spot. He just escaped from the battle while falling, pressed the fallen head back to the broken neck with both hands, and soon the skin and flesh grew back.
This trick is the secret technique of Yingui Dao - the art of joint expansion. The practitioner has practiced the joints of the whole body to make them transparent, and can open and close the bones and flesh at will, just like a free-assembly building block man.
If the opponent's flying sword strikes, the bones and flesh will be opened to let the flying sword pass through, and then reassembled back together, which is equivalent to completely restraining the flying sword's normal attack.
Originally, when encountering such a Yin Ghost Dao monk, Ling Yunpo would add a Dao technique with his sword to completely kill the opponent.
It’s just that in a few months, more than a hundred demonic monks have been defeated by him, so much so that Ling Yunpo himself is numb. Now every time he is named and challenged by the opponent, he doesn’t think about anything after he goes on the field, just the combination of man and sword.
Open it up and crush it away.
If you can't be crushed by the ultimate move, use the Fengyun Bagua Step to get close, and then use all kinds of sword techniques to blast him... So far, he has won all the battles at the same level and has not met any opponents.
This is both because the Qingping Sword is excellent enough as a natal sword, and also because I practice swordsmanship day and night. If I had to divide it into a ratio, it would be roughly 30 to 70.
But killing like this is really troublesome, and what Ling Yunpo really can't figure out is why these Yin Ghost Dao monks continue to challenge him one after another even though they can't defeat him, as if they are not afraid of death.
Seeing that the Demon Cult cultivator opposite had escaped with his life by using the secret art of splitting bones, Ling Yunpo didn't bother to chase him. He just looked at the Jindan Realm Demon Cult cultivator opposite him silently, as if asking them "who else".
Seeing that no one challenged him, he snorted coldly from his nose, turned around and walked away with his sword in his sleeves.
The contempt of the winner.
Back at Tianmen Peak, Ling Yunpo returned to An Zhisu and told his senior sister:
"What kind of madness is this demon sect monk going to? I've killed the killers and let him go, but why are there still people named me to challenge him every day?"
"Master Qingheng still doesn't know?" Sima Changyan, who was practicing swordplay next to him, suddenly came over and said, "Yingui Dao has designated you, Master Qingheng, as the content of their trial!"
"The content of the trial?" Ling Yunpo was confused.
"I heard that the senior officials of Yingui Dao made a statement." Sima Changyan explained with a smile, "It is said that in the past hundred years, the sect's environment has been too relaxed, which has led to many wastes being successfully promoted to Jindan Daoist, which has affected the monastic resources within the sect.
It’s a huge waste.”
"So next, we need to conduct an assessment on Master Jindan and divide them into different levels: only those who challenge Master Qingheng of Shushan and survive under his hands will be qualified to participate in the assessment later."
"If you don't dare to challenge, or if you can't beat someone and get killed, it means you are a waste of golden elixir, and you don't need to take the assessment in the future."
Ling Yunpo:………………
What, I have become the general screening standard in other people’s sect competitions?
This is so deceiving! When did I authorize you? Have you paid the trial fee? It’s just free of charge, right?
Ling Yunpo decided to read the file to calm down.
"A Jing, read the file Luo Yan!"
"Hey, isn't it Wei Dongliu?" Kunlun Jing asked in surprise.
"Read Wei Dongliu's story, and then continue to be dragged over to besiege Shushan, right?" Ling Yunpo narrowed his eyes, "I'm already numb, what does it mean to read the next story and still have to fight?"
"Oh." Kunlun Jing said in a long voice, which seemed to contain a trace of pride and unconcealable joy, "Then don't regret it."
Ling Yunpo:?
What does it mean?
He really wanted to continue to say something, but Kunlun Jing said quickly:
[Point 3: Penglai Yuqing Temple.]
[Character identity: Luo Yan.]
[Covered by the Mirror Flower and Water Moon template, traveling through time and space.]
After applying Luo Yan's illusion, he finally couldn't help but yawn.
It's better to have peace.
The newly promoted master of Tiangongfang, Luo Yan, made a symbolic tour of the workshop.
The senior brother graduated, the second senior sister rebelled, the fourth senior brother died, and the master passed away. Now there are only three people left in the huge Tiangongfang, including myself, it is really deserted.
Thinking of the recent state of mind of Shushan and his party, Luo Yan couldn't help but lament that the path of cultivating Taoism has become increasingly unpredictable.
Most monks can't make it to the end, right?
Recalling his master's voice and smile during his lifetime, Luo Yan fell silent again.
That's all, let's go see my wife.
Shi Liuli was wearing a small coat at this time and was writing at her desk. Her hair had not been taken care of, and was not tied into a bun or a hairpin, but was simply tied into a ponytail at the back of her head.
Seeing Luo Yan return to the bedroom, Shi Liuli smiled happily. However, thinking of her disheveled appearance, the joy soon turned into a hint of shyness.
"Husband." She whispered.
"What are you writing?" Luo Yan hugged her from behind and gently rubbed her shoulders.
"Financial revenue and expenditure." Shi Liuli let him do whatever he wanted and just sighed.
Luo Yan also had a headache when he heard about finance.
The loss caused by the master's death was so great that Tiangongfang's customer base has now shrunk by half. Even though Shi Liuli ran around and tried to persuade her with her father's kindness during his lifetime, he could not avoid a sharp drop in income.
After all, if there is no Nascent Soul cultivator, there is no Nascent Soul cultivator. It is not something that the customer can just let go of the problem by being soft-hearted and merciful.
"Don't worry yet." Luo Yan decided to take on the responsibility of being a husband first, "Even if they don't entrust Tiangongfang, who can they ask for it?"
"There are not many formation masters in this world of cultivation. Most of them are still wild. The formation of light formations does not come with warranty, and there are various problems with the design. In the end, I still have to find us."
"Indeed, I am too anxious." Shi Liuli pretended to smile with relief, held the back of Luo Yan's hand and said, "Husband, don't worry, I'm fine."
If he only listened to the first half of the sentence, Luo Yan would really think that she was overthinking it.
Only after hearing the second half of the sentence did he realize that Liuli's wife was afraid that he would be worried, so she deliberately pretended not to be anxious... Do you have to perform in front of the king of actors?
Tears, unconsciously, filled my eyes.
"Husband?" Shi Liuli asked in a daze.
"It's nothing." Luo Yan quickly raised his head and sniffed, "Oh my neck is so sore. Maybe it's because I hugged you for too long last night and my neck stiffened."
"Then let me massage it for you." Shi Liuli didn't even ask him, "Why do you feel a stiff neck when we are hugging each other and meditating?", so she stood up and massaged behind him.
Luo Yan enjoyed being kneaded by the soft and boneless immortal hands, and suddenly felt a little guilty in his heart.
Such a virtuous Miss Shi, what more could a husband ask for.
However, thinking about why she became like this made Luo Yan feel sad from the bottom of his heart.
"Junior brother, junior sister, it's not good!" Third senior sister Liang Ruohua's anxious voice came hurriedly from outside, "Yuguang Pavilion is going to take away our share of Tiangongfang!"