The First Sword of the Earth

"Prince Feiyu and Xilian are moving towards Huashan Mountain at high speed, and they are expected to arrive at Huashan Mountain in fifteen minutes!"

"Leader, the venue is about to fight! The Huashan faction insists on not changing the number of seats on the rostrum!"

"We have detected that Xilian's vitality fluctuations have stabilized. During the time just now, it should be the non-language Taoist who was healing Xilian... Team leader, what should we do?"

"There are violent vitality fluctuations on the top of Mount Hua, and fifteen ancient cultivators have appeared and entered the sky above the venue!"

On the main screen of the command hall, near the rostrum of the main venue, there were hundreds of monks facing each other on the left and right. At this moment, it seemed that they were divided into two camps. The tens of thousands of monks in the surrounding stands were all talking, and there were riots everywhere.

At this time, there are a total of twenty-eight schools of Taoism, divided into two factions, and they are in a confrontation over the issue of only fifteen seats on the rostrum.

It has to be said that the pit Qin Yishen dug before has really identified the weakness of each family's inheritance -' status in the world'.

Dao Cheng who was present at this time felt that if the fifteen Gu Xius were allowed to sit on the rostrum, it would be equivalent to acknowledging the other party's transcendent status.

How can this not fight back?

Qin Yishen's arrangement seems random, but it directly puts the contradiction between the double-reverse camp on the surface, so that the "Wugu" Daocheng headed by Jianzong, Wudang, and Longhushan have no time to make more preparations , must directly stand up against it.

A few minutes before the opening ceremony, fifteen ancient cultivators appeared and landed towards the venue.

Although Qin Yishen did not show up at the agreed time, according to the report from the official personnel on the scene, Qin Yishen had just been officially promoted and was a little busy, so he should show up later.

These fifteen ancient cultivators... didn't care about it.

They were riding white clouds, like immortals descending from the sky, each wearing brand new Taoist robes, each and every one of them could be regarded as 'dressed up to attend', even using the four words glamorous and beautiful is not an exaggeration.

Fifteen auras suppressed everywhere, and everything was quiet in the venue. Half of the masters of the contemporary monastic world confronting each other near the rostrum looked dignified, and half of them felt relieved.

In the corner of the meeting place, two men and women wearing military uniforms of the combat readiness group, who seemed to be wandering here, were also watching the fifteen ancient cultivators standing on clouds in mid-air.

Wang Xiaomiao coughed lightly, and pressed Liu Yunzhi's arm with her small hand. The latter lowered his head and took a breath, resisting not to look over there.

Both of them wear earphones.

Obviously, he had already connected with the investigation team before, and was arranged here to wait for the opportunity to appear...

The command hall of the investigation team headquarters, thousands of miles away, also fell silent at this time.

Across the screen, the staff of the investigation team and the special incident team seemed to feel the oppression from these fifteen monks.

At this moment, a report from the corner lifted people's spirits...

"Caught an unspeakable video! He is 15 kilometers south of Huashan Mountain with the suzerain of Diyin Sect, and he will enter the venue immediately!"

Finally, Chi Ling, who had been keeping silent all this time, breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately ordered: "Cut the screen to a close distance, capture their conversation at the top, and make sure they enter the arena smoothly!

Don't worry about Feiyu for now, let Mou Yue think of a way to remind Feiyu not to act without authorization! "

"yes!"

The few people around immediately agreed, and the entire special department, from the headquarters to the Huashan frontline command center, began to operate at high speed.

Everyone was tense. Facing the fifteen Gu Xiu who seemed to have a crushing advantage, they danced like holding torches on an explosive magazine. If they were not careful, there might be no bones left...

In the venue, Hua Shandao took over as the current head, and a gray-haired veteran was taking two steps forward.

The old Taoist bowed to the old heavenly master, Taoist Qinglong and others directly in front of him, and then bowed to the fifteen ancient cultivators standing on the cloud above, and shouted loudly: " Please, ancestors!"

"Why please?" the old master suddenly said, interrupting the call of the head of Huashan Daocheng.

The head of Huashan frowned and said: "For the matter of my generation's cultivation, I should be a respected and respected elder, why don't you invite me?"

Daoist Qinglong said with a smile: "Could it be that Huashan Daocheng feels that the virtues of contemporary monks are far inferior to those of ancient monks?"

"Jian Zong's words are probably partial. When did I say that the morality of contemporary monks is far inferior to that of ancient monks?" Another old Taoist stood up, but it was an elder from Maoshan. Listen to this person He said slowly, "But monks, what they cultivate is Taoism, and what they pursue is becoming immortals and becoming Taoists.

The patriarchs have survived nine deaths and lived until today, and they repayed their grievances with kindness, and generously surrendered to the demons who caused harm to the world. The poor Taoist feels that these seats here must be occupied by the patriarchs. "

"The Immortal Dao Conference is now in its fourth session," Master Yuan Pu said slowly, "What you did in the first three sessions, you Huashan will do!

The fifteen ancient cultivators are of high seniority, so they are not suitable to participate in such a play-by-play Immortal Dao Conference like us juniors, how about setting up a special seat aside? "

The head of Huashan looked displeased, and said in a deep voice: "According to Yuan Pu's intention, could it be that... eh?"

He paused for a while, and together with many monks here and the fifteen ancient cultivators above his head, he looked up to the south of the venue, where several black shadows were coming through the air.

The head of Huashan hesitated a little, and the speed of the two figures flying in the front suddenly increased, and they crashed directly into the edge of the rostrum.

On Yunshang, two of the fifteen ancient cultivators were about to frown and attack, but they were stopped by the patriarch of Maoshan Daocheng.

They all looked like they were watching a good show, and at this time, I am afraid that they also reported that they would first let all the 'resistance forces' in the cultivation world emerge, and then suppress them all.

Those two figures collided into the arena, and after a little dust flew up, they stood side by side in front of the dozen or so Dao inheritance of 'Wu Guxiu'.

Look at the man on the left, with a calm face and bright eyes, a taoist robe stained with a little dust, long hair scattered casually, a jade jade on his waist, and a long sword in his hand, giving people a sense of chic and unrestrained.

It is the mid-stage monk of the Nascent Soul Realm who ranks fifth on the Tianbang, and he does not say anything about Changqing Yanzi.

It stands to reason that the top three of the Tianbang are already here, and the addition of the fifth pair of 'Wu Guxiu' to the Taoist inheritance is not too big. After all, the fifteen ancient cultivators are at least starting from the bodiless state, and there is a big difference. realm.

However, the appearance of Qingyanzi at such a critical moment inexplicably boosted the morale of the priests of Wudang, Jianzong, and Longhushan.

It has been too long, without saying that the Taoist priest is the official representative in the monastic world.

Looking at the man on the right, he has a round body and a rich face, giving people the feeling of an uncle next door, but when he took off his cloak, he gave a great shock to the monks of the "You Guxiu" family on the opposite side.

The suzerain of Diyin Sect, Shen Suian.

"Everyone," Shen Suian squinted and smiled, "I can stand in line again now, but it's over when the fight starts again."

At the same time, the figures of Shen Suian and Qing Yanzi appeared on the projection screens inside and outside the venue. When Shen Suian finished speaking, the huge venue suddenly buzzed with noise.

In the air, the smiles of the fifteen ancient cultivators gradually lost their smiles. They were watching Shen Suian, and they were talking about something.

"Didn't the Diyin Sect close the mountain?"

"Why did you suddenly pop out at this time?"

"The sky has changed, the sky has changed, what kind of reversal routine is this?"

Amidst the clamor, the situation in the venue suddenly changed.

Half of the daoists who originally stood with Huashan, the seven or eight daoists decisively retreated to the side, led by the contemporary heads of each family, walked to the side stands.

And the eight ancient cultivators corresponding to these Dao inheritances looked extremely ugly at this time.

This includes the patriarch of Maoshan Daocheng.

In the corner, Liu Yunzhi heaved a sigh of relief, with a somewhat relieved smile on the corner of his mouth, "Di Yinzong actually played Qin Yishen."

But Wang Xiaomiao snorted softly, her pretty face was full of coldness, and said in a low voice: "This Chief Chi Ling is so cruel, and it's because of my eldest sister and me."

"Huh?" Liu Yunzhi was stunned for a moment, and then he understood why Wang Xiaomiao was angry at this time, and his smile gradually disappeared.

Beside the rostrum, the situation was somewhat reversed with the appearance of Qing Yanzi and Shen Suian, but before the 'Wu Guxiu' Dao Cheng took the initiative to attack, the head of Huashan Dao Cheng suddenly shouted loudly:

"Patriarchs, please take your seats!"

"Wait!"

Qing Yanzi shouted loudly, his eyes were like lightning, he stared at the fifteen old Taoists in the air.

Even if he can't fight against the coercion of his cultivation base, his momentum is not lost at all.

"Why do they sit in these positions?" Qing Yanzi said coldly, his voice spread inside and outside the venue, "Virtue? They are ancient sinners, and they are responsible for trespassing in the small underworld and killing the ancestors of the hidden sect! "

The head of Huashan scolded: "If the patriarchs hadn't taken action to suppress that enchanted demon fox, at this time, half of the Dahua country's cultivating circles would have fallen into the hands of that demon! How can such an achievement be called a virtue!"

Before Qing Yanzi had time to speak, the drone horns all over the venue exploded at the same time:

"Fake! It's all fake!"

Two figures rushed out from the corner, the girl took off the helmet, and while her short hair was shaking slightly, her figure had already appeared on the screens everywhere.

"I'm Wang Xiaomiao! The Wang Xiaomiao who was slandered by these Gu Xius as being possessed by a demon spirit! The sister of sword repairer Wang Feiyu!

My brother and Fairy Buyu went out to practice and practice, and my elder sister and I were at home. A few nights ago, two monks from the Tribulation Realm suddenly attacked us, trying to force my elder sister into a demon!

That's them! "

"Spoken nonsense!" An ancient cultivator on the cloud yelled loudly, but after hearing a sword cry from among the cultivators of the Sword Sect, an ancient sword came out of its sheath by itself, flew to Wang Xiaomiao, and floated quietly.

Wang Xiaomiao's almond-shaped eyes were wide open, without any fear, she approached the rostrum step by step.

On the cloud, the patriarch of Maoshan Daocheng shrank his eyes, because he saw the Maoshan disciple following behind Wang Xiaomiao, his eyes flashed a little cold, and he suddenly shouted: "Enough! Poor Dao's life span is over a thousand!" How can you allow Er and other juniors to slander you so much!

If you want to add a crime, there is no reason to worry about it. You are just trying to stigmatize us old bones!

That being the case, then follow the rules of the monastic world... Who will fight against the poor? "

After the words fell, the cultivation base of the Transcending Tribulation Realm swept everywhere. Although it was in the middle of Transcending the Tribulation and had not yet passed the Catastrophe, but at this time, compared with the monks at the top of the contemporary list, it was two full realms higher.

Just at this time, another Guxiu stood up, but he fell slowly from the cloud, suspended above the rostrum, and said in a leisurely manner: "Poverty Dao He Linzi, the cultivation base ranks the highest among fellow Taoists!" In the end, why not let me teach you juniors a lesson."

Embryo realm, mid-term...

Here, many Taoists looked at each other, the old master was about to stand up, but Qing Yanzi, who was at the front, had already taken a step forward.

"Qingyan son of the poor Taoist priest, Lu Zu's successor, I will teach you how to do it."

"Good! Good! Good!"

This He Linzi seemed to feel that he had suffered a great humiliation, but he did not expect that he stood up to coerce these junior monks, and someone really dared to stand up and challenge.

At this time, Qing Yanzi was not afraid of the gap in cultivation, and he rose directly into the air, and bursts of cheers and shouts suddenly sounded around him.

Just in the blink of an eye, there were countless monks shouting the name of Qing Yanzi inside and outside the Immortal Dao Conference!

Qing Yanzi rose slowly into the air, stepped on the dagger, and confronted He Linzi in mid-air.

The Dao Cheng families below retreated slowly, Wang Xiaomiao and Liu Yunzhi who hadn't reached this side also stopped, and there were many Dao Cheng priests standing in front of them, faintly intending to protect them.

When the venue came out, Qing Yanzi had already summoned up his mana, and his whole body was like a sturdy sea boat, but in front of him...

But it was shocking and terrifying, and the sky was filled with angry clouds!

It was too difficult for Qing Yanzi to be able to face the opponent directly without any timidity at this time.

"Don't worry," He Linzi stood proudly, and said calmly, "Poverty Dao will stop as soon as it's done, and it won't hurt your life.

Naturally, Pindao will also teach you and other ignorant juniors a lesson, so that you can understand the principle of respecting elders and elders. "

After saying that, the sleeves fluttered, and streams of mana quickly condensed.

Clang——

Qing Yanzi slowly pulled out the sword in his hand, took a light breath, and leaned forward, his pure yang mana was on the verge of erupting.

There was a little contemptuous smile on the corner of He Linzi's mouth, and he stood still, not making any defensive or offensive postures, which meant to let Qing Yanzi do a few tricks, let Qing Yanzi let go.

Qing Yanzi snorted coldly, mana surged under his feet, and his figure took a step in the air!

That's it!

The sword in Qing Yanzi's hands is full of mana, not very skilled, but the Ziwei Heavenly Sword, which can also exert extraordinary power, is about to perform the strongest move, and suddenly appears from behind with a sharp roar!

Swish!

Faster than this whistling sound was a pale white light and shadow that shot past half a foot away from Qing Yanzi's side!

Qing Yanzi couldn't even see what was flying past, he could only see a light white light, the white circle left along the way, and the clear tail line!

Look at the end of the flying white light!

It only took an instant for He Linzi's expression to change from calm to panicked. He really deserves to be a monk in the Embodied Realm, and his control of facial muscles is so terrifying!

The white light came too fast, burst out of the venue, and appeared at the moment Qing Yanzi stepped forward. The sword intent contained in the white light was directly locked on He Linzi, and the old man could feel it completely. For a moment, life was a little worrying!

It was too late and then too soon, He Linzi could no longer dodge, subconsciously turned his head to the left, raised his right hand, and put the back of his hand on his cheek, the mana burst out in his palm!

puff!

A bloody light bloomed in his palm, the white light seemed to stop, and inside was a scabbard, the tip of the scabbard broke through the opponent's magic barrier, and pierced He Linzi's right palm!

But that's not all!

Suddenly there was another roar, the white light above the scabbard exploded, He Linzi let out a miserable howl, his body was blown away, he spun horizontally in the air for more than ten circles, and smashed on the rostrum in an extremely embarrassing manner, knocking several chairs directly smash.

And the scabbard also seemed to have lost all its strength, slowly fell, and was inserted vertically in the open space in front of the rostrum, standing upright quietly.

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