leonardwarren Chapter 128
Chapter 128
Chapter 128 The General Assembly is approaching, the swordsman Tianjiao is born, and the Qinglian Fairy exits
“Lu Xing? It’s none of your business, don’t ask for trouble.”
Sima Yuhu is a little jealous of Lu Xing, but as a Tianjiao, he also has his own arrogance.
There is no real comparison, who knows how true or false the other’s reputation is.
“I’ve said, don’t spread your business to others.”
Lu Xing’s face was indifferent.
“But your tone makes me very unhappy.”
Lu Xing lifted his eyelids, and Sword Ray suddenly appeared in his eyes, immeasurable brilliance, stunning the world.
Sima Yuhu’s breathing was stagnant, his body stiff, and he raised his hand to touch his neck.
A tiny bloodstain appeared on his neck.
“Pay attention to your tone next time.”
The indifferent voice awakened Sima Yuhu’s mind.
Lu Xing took Yu Nie straight away, not caring about Sima Yuhu at all.
Everyone was silent, their eyes widened.
How do they feel, Lu Xing looked dismissive of Sima Yuhu.
Anger appeared in Sima Yuhu’s eyes, thunder and lightning flashed in his eyes, and Huang Huang Tianwei appeared again.
But in the end, he didn’t attack Lu Xing, snorted coldly, and left Fang City with the broken Taoist soldiers on the stall.
The beautiful lady in the palace dress hurriedly led people to keep up, but she was determined to win the broken Taoist soldier.
Seeing Lu Xing’s figure, the Quartet Cultivator swallowed fiercely.
“It’s worthy of being a sword fairy in this world, arrogant and domineering, and doesn’t care about the identity of the prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty.”
“That’s not right. The Sword Immortal in this world dared to kill the Jiaolong Clan Tianjiao back then, and he can’t get out of the Taiji realm. Who can get him?”
Someone looked at Sima Yuhu’s back and shook his head gently.
The Prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty was OK, but compared with Lu Xing, it was not enough.
Some practitioners from Beicang Minor World felt even more embarrassed.
Other Minor Worlds have one or two young supreme, but Beicang Minor World still has no Tianjiao who can be called the young supreme born.
And those female cultivators didn’t think so much at all, blushing and looking at Lu Xing with blurred eyes.
Ok… so handsome! Even the back of his head is more than ten times more handsome than the others!
…
As the time for the Heavenly Sword Conference gradually approached, more and more swordsman Tianjiao began to be born.
On the Wudang Mountain, a man dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, on his knees is a long sword with a black blade and a white blade. The stars are circling, and the rhyme of Taoism is all around. It is very mysterious.
The eyes lightly opened, and for a moment, the turtle and snake interpreted above the sky, Yin & Yang turned, and Tai Chi manifested.
“Mitutoyo is really a genius!”
The man in the robes sighed softly.
“If Mitutoyo was born in Ten Minor World, he would be able to achieve the Taishi Realm.”
“It’s a pity, it’s not at the right time…”
The man in the Taoist robe stood up, returned the sword into its sheath, stepped on the Yin & Yang picture, and walked down from the top of the cloud.
“The Heavenly Sword Conference… I hope to find an opportunity to break through the Heavenly Sword Realm.”
Wudang, the descendant of Zhenwudang Demon Sword, Lu Cangming, exit!
…
Ten thousand swords sounded on the mountain of Shu, and Sword Ray volleyed.
Someone saw a young man in white volleying Shattering Void with a long sword on his feet, arbitrarily like the wind.
“Hey! Could it be that the big disciple of Shushan has left the pass?”
Countless people were shocked.
The great disciple of Shushan, although he has never taken a shot in the eyes of the world, but the opponent defeated all the disciples of Shushan and defeated the heroes, and then became the great disciple of Shushan.
His name is Bai Zang, and it is said that he does not have any special physique. It is completely relying on his own talent and hard work to have today’s achievements.
“Qinglian Fairy, with a clear sword heart, is also qualified as my dao companion.”
“Also, I want to see how true or false the name of the young and supreme sword immortal in this world is.”
Sword Ray is like electricity, shattering the void, flying for thousands of miles in a flash.
…
In a pavilion by the lake, four young people gathered here.
One of the young men, dressed in luxurious clothes, exuded a noble and grand atmosphere, his eyes were dark and his eyes were dark, and his skin was fair.
“There are more than a dozen overseas tianjiaos coming to this Heavenly Sword Conference, what are your plans?”
“Although the above has reached a deal, it can only guarantee that they will not die in Kyushu. Whether they can take the benefits from us depends on their ability.”
A young scholar in a blue shirt with a long sword at his waist, a handsome young man with a tone full of disdain for the sword repairs of foreign peoples.
“Don’t be careless, according to the news, the opponent has a paladin reserve this time, and several great swordsmen’s personal biography.”
The talking youth has a meticulous expression, a correct sitting posture, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although he looks average, there is a golden vertical pattern on the center of his eyebrows, which is very strange.
“Hiccup, no matter what their origins are, just cut down all of them…”
The remaining young man, with loose black hair, casual clothes, wild posture, leaned on the pillars of the pavilion, burping drunkly.
“Jun Nanxing, you’d better not be careless. If others don’t tell me, that preparation paladin is still very difficult to deal with.”
The luxuriously-dressed youth reminded the wild-looking youth.
“This time, if we lose to them, we will lose not only our face, but also the face of our college.”
The young man with golden vertical lines on his eyebrows looked serious.
The scholar in Qingshan smiled coldly: “To participate in the Heavenly Sword Conference, except for the ten people who received the invitation, everyone else must participate in the pre-selection test of stepping on the ladder and climbing the sword tower.”
“Finally, there is a sword monument that everyone must participate in.”
“Climb three thousand ladders, break through the nine-story sword tower, leaving marks more than one foot deep.”
“These three tests last year, but 90% of the personnel who went down.”
“Hiccup, if they can’t even pass one, what shall we do?”
The wild young man hiccuped and asked with a full mouthful of alcohol.
“Just what it used to be.”
The luxurious young man said lightly.
“Hey, I’m very interested in that current sword fairy, don’t you guys rob me.”
The scholar in Qingshan rubbed his sword hilt with his palm, and said with some excitement.
“It’s free, but if that guy can fight Princess Long Xuan for a short time without losing the wind, you’d better not be careless.”
“Don’t worry, I know it in my heart.”
…
In a quiet valley behind Taibai Mountain.
There is a secluded pond with blue waves and clouds steaming with clouds, and fairy light permeates.
In the center of Youtan, the ten second rank Qinglian Panhuan is empty.
Sitting cross-legged, a shadowy figure in white clothes, surrounded by fairy light, the rhyme of Taoism becomes a rune.
With a breath of immortality detached from the dust.
Her face was shrouded in radiance, and she could only see a little bit of beauty in a misty manner.
Just that little appearance is enough to make countless Tianjiao fall in love with it and become intoxicated.
“Sister!”
A Baozitou girl wearing Qinglian Jianzong costume ran to the edge of Youtan, put her hands on her mouth, and shouted loudly.
“The Lu Xing you mentioned, he has already arrived! He’s in the small town under the mountain!”
Liu Yuehan, who originally had Deva united and blended into the heavens and earth, moved with a breath.
Within the fairy light, Liu Yuehan gently opened a pair of crystal-clear pupils.
In a flash, the ten second rank Qinglian turned into a three-foot long sword in the middle of Guanghua and fell into Liu Yuehan’s hands.
Taking out the sword box and putting away the long sword, Liu Yuehan walked out of the valley with the sword box on his back.
“Sister, wait for me!”
The Baozitou girl hurriedly followed.
“Sister, where are you going?”
Liu Yuehan kept walking and whispered: “Go to an appointment.”