Chapter 611 Happy Sword Master (Part 2)
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Xiao Shi Yi Mo
Chapter 611 Happy Sword Master (Second Change)
In the void thousands of feet high, a blue peacock with a size of five feet flew quickly through the sky.
A somewhat scruffy old man in white robes and a beautiful woman in palace attire in her early thirties sat on the back of a blue peacock. The old man in white robes hung a blue gourd around his waist, and he smelled of alcohol.
"This green pear spirit wine is pretty good, but the amount is a bit small, and it's not enough to drink to your heart's content. If I had known this, I would have asked Tianjizi for a few more bottles when I came back."
The old man in white robe hiccupped and said regretfully.
The beautiful woman in the palace costume smiled and said: "Senior Brother Ye, this green pear spirit wine is a fourth-grade spirit wine. It is said to be brewed from the thousand-year-old spirit green pear fruit. Tianjizi loves wine as much as his life. He can give you some. Very good, by the way, have you found the Qijue Sword Emperor yet?"
"No, Qijue Sword Emperor has a withdrawn personality, and his whereabouts are erratic. I didn't meet him. I wanted to discuss with him. It's a pity."
The old man in white robe said, pouring a sip of spirit wine into his mouth.
Suddenly, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of surprise.
"Sword Intent, someone actually comprehended Sword Intent, Junior Sister Yang, this old man will take a step first."
The old man in white robe dropped a word, and turned into a white ray of light and flew towards the ground.
In Qingshi Square, hundreds of flying swords flew into the air, shaking non-stop, and making crisp sword cries.
Wang Qingshan's complexion was pale, and an astonishing sword intent emanated from his body. Around him, there were thousands of green flying swords floating, which were all swords returning to one.
Zhou Yunxiao felt the amazing sword intent emanating from Wang Qingshan's body, and his face was solemn.
"cut."
With the sound of Wang Qingshan falling, thousands of cyan flying swords scrambled towards Zhou Yunxiao, and thousands of cyan flying swords merged into one halfway, turning into a giant cyan sword that was more than fifty feet long. There was an ear-piercing sound of piercing through the air, and he slashed towards Zhou Yunxiao aggressively.
This is the true return of a hundred swords to one.
Zhou Yunxiao didn't dare to be negligent, holding the red long knife with both hands, with a "poof", a layer of red flame emerged from the knife, wrapping the red long knife, and the heat wave rolled.
He slashed towards the void in front of him, his complexion quickly turned pale, and a hundred-foot-long red saber aura flew out, facing the blue giant sword with a torrential heat wave.
"Boom!"
The red saber energy was shattered by the cyan giant sword as soon as it hit the face, and the cyan giant sword was in front of Zhou Yunxiao in an instant.
His face tightened, and the red long knife in his hand slashed towards the blue giant sword.
With a "click", the cyan giant sword slashed on the red long knife, and several small cracks appeared on the red long knife.
Zhou Yunxiao's eyes were wide open, and under his incomprehensible gaze, the red long knife was torn apart, and the blue giant sword was slashing towards Zhou Yunxiao.
At this moment, a dazzling red light erupted from Zhou Yunxiao's body, a huge spiritual pressure rushed out of him, and a phantom of a man in red robe slowly rose from behind him.
The clothes of the man in the red robe are embroidered with dragon patterns.He wears a red crown on his head.His whole body was full of majesty.
The man in the red robe raised his right hand and slapped it on the cyan giant sword, which was shattered into pieces.The phantom dimmed and disappeared after a while.
"Emperor's phantom!"
Leng Rumei exclaimed, not to mention the trouble of refining such treasures, it will also consume a lot of real energy of the cultivators, and it will take a period of recuperation. The younger generation defend themselves.
"You have actually comprehended the sword intent, good, good, happy, this trip was not in vain, if not for the protective treasure refined by my grandfather Xuan, I should have died, you won, there is no need to use the third move. "
Zhou Yunxiao stared straight at Wang Qingshan, smiled boldly, and looked at Wang Qingshan with enthusiasm.
After hearing this, Wang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief.
To tell the truth, the blow drained his mana, and he couldn't fight any more.
Among the royal family of the Dayan Dynasty, Zhou Yunxiao must be the key training object.
If Zhou Yunxiao was really killed, the family would definitely be affected, and Wang Qingshan himself would also be in trouble.
"You didn't lose, and I didn't win, so it's a tie!"
Wang Qingshan shook his head and said, one must know how to advance and retreat, in the eyes of most people, he has already won, that's enough, the verbal first name is not worth mentioning.
If he really accepts two copies of the alchemy artifact, Wang Qingshan will surely steal the limelight, but he will also offend the Dayan Dynasty invisibly, and even become the object of other people's jealousy.
Mu Xiuyu will be destroyed by forest wind, so it is better to be modest.
He also wanted to take this opportunity to make friends with Zhou Yunxiao, one more friend was better than one more enemy.
Zhou Yunxiao shook his head and said: "As I said before, if you win, you lose. If there is no tie, Wang Qingshan, I remember your name. In the future, after you enter the alchemy stage, you can find me in the Dayan Dynasty in the Central Plains." , let's fight again, next time, I will definitely beat you."
His tone was powerful and full of confidence.
"If you don't win, you lose, boy, who are you, the Qijue Sword Emperor?"
With a flash of white light, a somewhat sloppy old man in white robe suddenly appeared near the ring, without any mana on his body.
"Qijue Sword Emperor is the family teacher, but I am only a registered disciple."
Zhou Yunxiao replied honestly.
Seeing the old man in white robe, Leng Rumei's jade face changed slightly, she walked quickly to the old man in white robe, bowed and said, "Disciple Leng Rumei pays respects to Master Ye."
The old man in white robe nodded, looked at Wang Qingshan, and asked in a deep voice: "Wang Qingshan, right! Did you ever have a master?"
"Back to the seniors, the juniors don't have a master."
The old man in white robe nodded, and said with a pleasant face: "This old man is Ye Feng, the peak master of Qianjian Peak of Taiyi Immortal Sect. Are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"
As soon as these words fell, the faces of the spectators showed envy in unison.
It is a great honor to be favored by Yuanying Sword Cultivator and take the initiative to accept disciples.
Wang Qingshan was a little moved, but he thought of something, and hesitation appeared on his face.
"Wang Xiaoyou, Master Ye is the number one sword cultivator of our Taiyi Immortal Sect. Maybe you have never heard of his name. You should have heard of Xiaoyao Sword Master. He only accepted two disciples, and you are the third." , if you worship under Master Ye, your future is boundless, and forming alchemy is just a trivial matter."
Leng Rumei sent a voice transmission to Wang Qingshan, her eyes were full of envy.
Ye Feng took the initiative to accept apprentices. This is a good thing that can't be found with a lantern. I don't know how many disciples of the Taiyi Xianmen squeezed their heads and wanted to worship under Xiaoyao Jianzun. However, Xiaoyao Jianzun has very high requirements for apprentices. So far Only two disciples were accepted.
Wang Qingshan pondered for a moment, then said: "This matter is of great importance, can the senior allow the junior to think about it for a night?"
After hearing this, the monks present were dumbfounded, and some jealous people began to scold their mothers in their hearts. The monk Nascent Soul is willing to accept you as a disciple. Do you still think about it?
Ye Feng was slightly taken aback, this was the first time he encountered such a situation, he pondered for a moment, and agreed: "Okay, the old man will let you think about it for one night."
Thanks to book friends 20200301080409025, Meng San Guo Yi Qing Feng, Lu 1984, Ma Zi, kk Yurou for their rewards
(End of this chapter)
In the void thousands of feet high, a blue peacock with a size of five feet flew quickly through the sky.
A somewhat scruffy old man in white robes and a beautiful woman in palace attire in her early thirties sat on the back of a blue peacock. The old man in white robes hung a blue gourd around his waist, and he smelled of alcohol.
"This green pear spirit wine is pretty good, but the amount is a bit small, and it's not enough to drink to your heart's content. If I had known this, I would have asked Tianjizi for a few more bottles when I came back."
The old man in white robe hiccupped and said regretfully.
The beautiful woman in the palace costume smiled and said: "Senior Brother Ye, this green pear spirit wine is a fourth-grade spirit wine. It is said to be brewed from the thousand-year-old spirit green pear fruit. Tianjizi loves wine as much as his life. He can give you some. Very good, by the way, have you found the Qijue Sword Emperor yet?"
"No, Qijue Sword Emperor has a withdrawn personality, and his whereabouts are erratic. I didn't meet him. I wanted to discuss with him. It's a pity."
The old man in white robe said, pouring a sip of spirit wine into his mouth.
Suddenly, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of surprise.
"Sword Intent, someone actually comprehended Sword Intent, Junior Sister Yang, this old man will take a step first."
The old man in white robe dropped a word, and turned into a white ray of light and flew towards the ground.
In Qingshi Square, hundreds of flying swords flew into the air, shaking non-stop, and making crisp sword cries.
Wang Qingshan's complexion was pale, and an astonishing sword intent emanated from his body. Around him, there were thousands of green flying swords floating, which were all swords returning to one.
Zhou Yunxiao felt the amazing sword intent emanating from Wang Qingshan's body, and his face was solemn.
"cut."
With the sound of Wang Qingshan falling, thousands of cyan flying swords scrambled towards Zhou Yunxiao, and thousands of cyan flying swords merged into one halfway, turning into a giant cyan sword that was more than fifty feet long. There was an ear-piercing sound of piercing through the air, and he slashed towards Zhou Yunxiao aggressively.
This is the true return of a hundred swords to one.
Zhou Yunxiao didn't dare to be negligent, holding the red long knife with both hands, with a "poof", a layer of red flame emerged from the knife, wrapping the red long knife, and the heat wave rolled.
He slashed towards the void in front of him, his complexion quickly turned pale, and a hundred-foot-long red saber aura flew out, facing the blue giant sword with a torrential heat wave.
"Boom!"
The red saber energy was shattered by the cyan giant sword as soon as it hit the face, and the cyan giant sword was in front of Zhou Yunxiao in an instant.
His face tightened, and the red long knife in his hand slashed towards the blue giant sword.
With a "click", the cyan giant sword slashed on the red long knife, and several small cracks appeared on the red long knife.
Zhou Yunxiao's eyes were wide open, and under his incomprehensible gaze, the red long knife was torn apart, and the blue giant sword was slashing towards Zhou Yunxiao.
At this moment, a dazzling red light erupted from Zhou Yunxiao's body, a huge spiritual pressure rushed out of him, and a phantom of a man in red robe slowly rose from behind him.
The clothes of the man in the red robe are embroidered with dragon patterns.He wears a red crown on his head.His whole body was full of majesty.
The man in the red robe raised his right hand and slapped it on the cyan giant sword, which was shattered into pieces.The phantom dimmed and disappeared after a while.
"Emperor's phantom!"
Leng Rumei exclaimed, not to mention the trouble of refining such treasures, it will also consume a lot of real energy of the cultivators, and it will take a period of recuperation. The younger generation defend themselves.
"You have actually comprehended the sword intent, good, good, happy, this trip was not in vain, if not for the protective treasure refined by my grandfather Xuan, I should have died, you won, there is no need to use the third move. "
Zhou Yunxiao stared straight at Wang Qingshan, smiled boldly, and looked at Wang Qingshan with enthusiasm.
After hearing this, Wang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief.
To tell the truth, the blow drained his mana, and he couldn't fight any more.
Among the royal family of the Dayan Dynasty, Zhou Yunxiao must be the key training object.
If Zhou Yunxiao was really killed, the family would definitely be affected, and Wang Qingshan himself would also be in trouble.
"You didn't lose, and I didn't win, so it's a tie!"
Wang Qingshan shook his head and said, one must know how to advance and retreat, in the eyes of most people, he has already won, that's enough, the verbal first name is not worth mentioning.
If he really accepts two copies of the alchemy artifact, Wang Qingshan will surely steal the limelight, but he will also offend the Dayan Dynasty invisibly, and even become the object of other people's jealousy.
Mu Xiuyu will be destroyed by forest wind, so it is better to be modest.
He also wanted to take this opportunity to make friends with Zhou Yunxiao, one more friend was better than one more enemy.
Zhou Yunxiao shook his head and said: "As I said before, if you win, you lose. If there is no tie, Wang Qingshan, I remember your name. In the future, after you enter the alchemy stage, you can find me in the Dayan Dynasty in the Central Plains." , let's fight again, next time, I will definitely beat you."
His tone was powerful and full of confidence.
"If you don't win, you lose, boy, who are you, the Qijue Sword Emperor?"
With a flash of white light, a somewhat sloppy old man in white robe suddenly appeared near the ring, without any mana on his body.
"Qijue Sword Emperor is the family teacher, but I am only a registered disciple."
Zhou Yunxiao replied honestly.
Seeing the old man in white robe, Leng Rumei's jade face changed slightly, she walked quickly to the old man in white robe, bowed and said, "Disciple Leng Rumei pays respects to Master Ye."
The old man in white robe nodded, looked at Wang Qingshan, and asked in a deep voice: "Wang Qingshan, right! Did you ever have a master?"
"Back to the seniors, the juniors don't have a master."
The old man in white robe nodded, and said with a pleasant face: "This old man is Ye Feng, the peak master of Qianjian Peak of Taiyi Immortal Sect. Are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"
As soon as these words fell, the faces of the spectators showed envy in unison.
It is a great honor to be favored by Yuanying Sword Cultivator and take the initiative to accept disciples.
Wang Qingshan was a little moved, but he thought of something, and hesitation appeared on his face.
"Wang Xiaoyou, Master Ye is the number one sword cultivator of our Taiyi Immortal Sect. Maybe you have never heard of his name. You should have heard of Xiaoyao Sword Master. He only accepted two disciples, and you are the third." , if you worship under Master Ye, your future is boundless, and forming alchemy is just a trivial matter."
Leng Rumei sent a voice transmission to Wang Qingshan, her eyes were full of envy.
Ye Feng took the initiative to accept apprentices. This is a good thing that can't be found with a lantern. I don't know how many disciples of the Taiyi Xianmen squeezed their heads and wanted to worship under Xiaoyao Jianzun. However, Xiaoyao Jianzun has very high requirements for apprentices. So far Only two disciples were accepted.
Wang Qingshan pondered for a moment, then said: "This matter is of great importance, can the senior allow the junior to think about it for a night?"
After hearing this, the monks present were dumbfounded, and some jealous people began to scold their mothers in their hearts. The monk Nascent Soul is willing to accept you as a disciple. Do you still think about it?
Ye Feng was slightly taken aback, this was the first time he encountered such a situation, he pondered for a moment, and agreed: "Okay, the old man will let you think about it for one night."
Thanks to book friends 20200301080409025, Meng San Guo Yi Qing Feng, Lu 1984, Ma Zi, kk Yurou for their rewards
(End of this chapter)
