Chapter 3400 Don't be crazy with me! The Sword Immortal Old Deaf

The pale face of the white-robed sword immortal instantly turned red, and his cold sword eyes flashed with anger. His breathing suddenly became a little faster, his chest rose and fell, and his five fingers tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, ready to swing the sword again.

"Snap!"

A broad palm drew an arc from the void, and it was unavoidable and unavoidable, and landed directly on Zuoyou's shoulders. The sword spirit and bloody murderous spirit accumulated by the Great Wall of Sword Qi for thousands of years were all aroused, forming a powerful restriction that merged into Zuoyou's body, making him seem to swing a Great Wall of Sword Qi, pressing his limbs to be weak, his waist and legs to be sore, and the sword Qi was silent. He could hardly stand steadily, let alone swing the long sword in his hand!

"Leiyou, you have been promoted to the 14th level pure swordsman, which is really amazing. You can wrestle with the big boss sword fairy and be arrogant!"

"But don't be too arrogant in front of me, otherwise I can crush you with one hand!"

Zhou Jue showed a dangerous smile on his face. He had no objection to Zuoyou using his power to return to the distant past. He even went with the flow and did it on purpose to help Zuoyou become a 14th level pure swordsman in order to stabilize people's hearts and the situation and reduce the impact of Xiao Fan's defection.

But this does not mean that Zuoyou's strength can really compete with Zhou Jue. The 14th level pure swordsman is not that strong. Zhou Jue was able to fight the pseudo-15th level Savage Great Ancestor alone in the 14th level Sword Tuoyue Mountain because he had experienced countless reincarnations, was extremely wise, had a deep foundation, and his combat power far exceeded the limit of the 14th level.

The palm on his shoulder made Zuoyou's face flush red, and his bones made a crisp sound. His straight waist slowly bent, and his knees were close to the ground. The sword energy in his body almost stopped running, as if the whole world was pressing on him, and he couldn't bear it at all.

When the old scholar saw this scene, the aura of righteousness surged between his eyebrows. He flashed and came to Zuoyou, stretched out his hands, and supported Zuoyou's shaky body.

This old scholar started practicing at the age of forty. He had achieved the Tao in the sixty years. When he was a hundred years old, he had already relied on the merits of the saints and the three continents to enter the fourteenth realm and became the youngest fourteenth realm cultivator in the Haoran world in ten thousand years. His hands had the power of the three continents of the Haoran world, but he still couldn't bear this great wall of sword energy. There was a cracking sound in his waist. The old scholar grimaced in pain, and the facial features were distorted.

Zhou Jue's palm was too heavy. For thousands of years, the two worlds had been pressed on this majestic wall. Even the Confucian saint of the 14th realm and the pure sword cultivator of the 14th realm could not bear it.

The master and the disciple tried their best, but they could not resist the weight of this palm. Seeing Zhou Jue's left hand raised and fell on the shoulders of the left and right again, their faces suddenly changed, and there was a bit of tension and horror in their eyes.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

Zhou Jue chuckled and patted his shoulders on the left and right shoulders a few times, making his body tremble constantly, and then the terrifying weight disappeared without a trace.

The old scholar straightened his waist and knees suddenly. The two of them breathed a sigh of relief. The heart in their chests beat violently, like a drum. The blood circulation was extremely fast. Their faces showed a look of relief and shock. Zhou Jue's cultivation was so terrifying that he could not stand up straight with just one hand. I am afraid that he was not inferior to the three founders of the three religions.

"There are talented people in every generation. It is really an amazing cultivation. I admire you very much!"

The old scholar showed a bit of pain on his face. While holding his old waist with his right hand, he complimented Zhou Jue. He secretly complained in his heart. The old master really looked up to him too much, and looked down on this too young Qingshan sword cultivator. If Zhou Jue could not open the Tuoyue Mountain with a sword and kill the Great Ancestor of the Wilderness, his old bones might not be of any use.

Chen Ping'an moved his feet, his figure flashed, and came to the shabby old scholar. He reached out to support his teacher and asked with concern.

"Sir, are you okay?"

The old scholar looked at the two disciples in front of him, and the bitterness on his face disappeared for the most part. He smiled again and said to the disciples who were worried about him.

"It's okay, my old bones are strong!"

While speaking, the old scholar twisted his waist a few times, and his bones cracked, which made him twitch his mouth in pain, but he pretended to be strong.

"Okay, old scholar, you don't have to hold on. It's not shameful to suffer a loss in my hands!"

Zhou Jue smiled, hooked his right hand, and a sword intent flew out of the old scholar's body and sank into the sword energy wall under his feet.

"Ah! Comfortable!"

The old scholar felt the discomfort in his waist dissipate instantly, and the aura in his body flowed smoothly, without any pain, and couldn't help but sigh.

The old scholar let go of Chen Ping'an's hands and looked at his last disciple. He only had the strength of a fourth-level warrior. Although he had a deep foundation, he was not worthy of Ning Yao, who was already in the Nascent Soul Realm. He couldn't help but say.

"You kid should stop being sentimental in the Sword Qi Great Wall. It's time to go and experience it, otherwise you may not be worthy of the girl!"

Chen Ping'an was stunned by the old scholar's words. He scratched his head and said naively.

"Sir, my boxing skills are not yet perfect. I'm not in a hurry to experience it!"

"Pa!"

The old scholar jumped up and slapped Chen Ping'an on the head, saying angrily.

"Bullshit, by the time you have practiced your boxing skills very well, you won't even be able to eat hot shit. Ning Yao has already become a sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm!"

The old scholar was a little disappointed. Chen Ping'an's teacher and senior brother couldn't beat Ning Yao's senior brother together. If Chen Ping'an didn't work harder, it would be a mismatch, and the young wife he got would fly away.

Chen Ping'an was confused, his eyes were full of confusion, and he looked at the angry teacher in confusion. Why?

Zhou Jue narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the old scholar who was playing tricks in front of him, sneered, and said coldly.

"Old scholar, don't you just want me to say a word?"

"I won't interfere with Ning Yao's emotional problems, but if Chen Ping'an himself doesn't work hard and can't keep up with Ning Yao's growth speed, then don't blame her for being unkind and ungrateful!"

Hearing this, the old scholar secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He really had no choice but to play some tricks.

In theory, although Chen Ping'an's cultivation is not high, his foundation is extremely stable, his potential is huge, and his master's strength is even stronger. There are three fourteenth realms in the lineage of Confucian literary saints, which is enough to match anyone. But Zhou Jue's strength is too terrifying, unprecedented in ancient and modern times, and he is about to enter the fifteenth realm of pure sword cultivation at a young age; Ning Yao is a natural sword immortal, a sword cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, and his strength is far superior to Chen Pingan. He also has the sword cultivation lineage of the Great Wall of Sword Qi as his mother's family. This leads to Chen Pingan's deep background, and compared with Ning Yao, there is still a little mismatch.

"Mr. What you said is very true. I also think it's time to go for some experience. It's better to walk thousands of miles than to punch a million times!"

When Chen Pingan heard this, his face changed drastically, and his eyes showed an extremely firm look. He didn't care whether his boxing skills were well practiced. He turned around and went down the city wall with a long sword on his back.

"Tsk, stinky boy, now you know you're anxious!"

The old scholar looked at Chen Pingan's figure in astonishment as he disappeared from his sight, and his face showed a look of relief. The boy is teachable, and he is not ashamed for his wife!

In fact, Confucianism emphasizes the study of learning and cultivating the mind, not violating the original intention, and sword cultivation emphasizes the communication of thoughts and the satisfaction of gratitude and hatred, which are not enough to rely on hard practice alone. Zhou Jue and Lao Xiu saw that Chen Ping'an's cultivation had reached a critical moment, and it was useless to continue practicing boxing on the top of the city wall, so they asked him to go and experience it.

"You are so generous as a senior brother, you didn't even take back your sword!"

Lao Xiucai turned his head and looked at Zhou Jue who was sitting cross-legged, and said in a very surprised tone.

"When you go out, you will inevitably encounter an accident. Wei Yin will lend it to him for self-defense for the time being!"

Zhou Jue smiled and looked indifferent. His cultivation had reached an unfathomable realm. His natal flying sword was dispensable to him, and it had little impact on his combat power. It was better to leave it to Chen Pingan to protect him and help him practice.

Today, there are ten great sword immortals in the Sword Qi Great Wall that are well-known to the world, namely: Zhou Jue, Chen Qingdu, Dong Sangeng, Aliang, Chen Xi, Qi Tingji, Zuoyou, Nalan Shaowei, Lao Long'er, and Lu Zhi. These ten people have at least the combat power of the Ascension Realm, and can rival the throne monster. They are the idols of countless sword cultivators in Jianqi Great Wall.

Zhou Jue, Chen Qingdu, Dong Sangeng, Aliang, Chen Xi, Qi Tingji, and the others need not be said much. Nalan Shaowei is the head of the Nalan Family, one of the great families of Jianqi Great Wall. He is a sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm. He has been in seclusion for a long time and has never appeared, which has caused the Nalan Family to be slightly silent. Nalan Yexing, the housekeeper of Ning Mansion, is a member of the Nalan Family.

Lu Zhi, originally a wild cultivator in Haoran Tianxia, ​​came to Jianqi Great Wall at the Jindan Realm, broke through the realm step by step, and had outstanding military exploits. Every time he defended the city, he would fight to the death.

"Those who live alone are either beasts or gods."

The person that Dong Bude and Diezhang admired the most was Lu Zhi. Although her realm is only the immortal realm, her swordsmanship is very superb, her character is brave, she has two natal flying swords, the Southern Dipper for life and the Northern Dipper for death, and she is powerful. She is known as the first female swordsman of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

When Aliang and Zhou Jue were drinking, he also said drunkenly that there is nothing good in this world, only Lu Zhi's legs are okay!

As for the old deaf, his real name is Gan Tang, and his Taoist name is Longsheng. When he was young, the old deaf was the prince of a great dynasty in the wild world. He also had a corridor with nine thousand houses, and the East Palace Taoist temple with sunrise in the east and rain in the west. He led soldiers and fought in battles. He was invincible and annexed two feuding dynasties in just a hundred years. Whenever the sun was high in the sky, tens of thousands of female officials would bring out their dressing mirrors, just like a bright sun shining on the ground and reflecting the sky.

At that time, the old deaf boy was young and full of vigor. He was confident that he had a good talent for cultivation and was not slow in sword practice. He did not know that he was too aggressive and exposed the hidden dangers of being too aggressive. After inheriting the throne and being the emperor for a few days, he looked around and saw that everything was his own land. He felt that there were no heroes in the world, so he wanted to go to the Sword Qi Great Wall and meet those old sword immortals who could carve words on the wall.

The young and vigorous old deaf boy drank a few glasses of wine, and was provoked by the official alley next to him. He climbed the top of the wall alone with a sword as a wild cultivator, looked around proudly, ignored the group of sword cultivators, and threatened to fight with the old sword immortal.

This is unique in the history of the Sword Qi Great Wall, a great achievement worthy of being written about, and the proudest thing in the life of the old deaf boy.

Seeing that Lao Long'er's swordsmanship was pure enough, Chen Qingdu gave him a huge favor and agreed to this sword-chasing contest with a huge disparity in strength. As for the result, it was self-evident.

Since then, Lao Long'er was drafted into the Sword Qi Great Wall and became the jailer of the prison that held many big monsters for three thousand years.

The eldest sword immortal promised Lao Long'er that as long as he worked hard to kill monsters, exchanged for merits, and lowered his realm, he could come and go freely without restrictions. Therefore, he was more brutal than many sword immortals when killing the wild monsters.

There is a saying that the Great Wall of Sword Qi has five unique qualities. It is that Ah Liang is a good gambler who washes his hair with spit, Yin Guan has the best temper and never hits anyone, Lao Long'er is a good person and speaks human words, Lu Zhi is beautiful and charming, and Mi Yu's deep affection since ancient times cannot be retained. In fact, they have nothing to do with swordsmanship and realm.

On the streets of the city in the north, a wretched figure followed a little girl in black, sneaking around and stealing. This is Lao Long'er.

Lao Long'er has been fighting for three thousand years and has long been tired of it. He wants to find a more stable place to stand, without calculating and fighting, as if he has his head tied to his belt all day long. His original plan was to seek refuge with the old blind man in Shiwan Mountain after gaining freedom and work as a laborer for him, but he heard that the old blind man was arrogant, cold and indifferent, and was a little worried that the other party would ignore him.

The old deaf was originally very worried about where to go in the future, but he didn't expect Zhou Jue to rise and become a pure sword cultivator of the 14th realm. He was unparalleled in killing and had a terrifying record. He singled out the barbarian ancestor of the pseudo 15th realm. He felt that this was a thick and strong thigh and wanted to hold on tightly.

However, Zhou Jue was arrogant and only a few people in the Sword Qi Great Wall were taken seriously by him. The old deaf could not find a chance to seek refuge. Fortunately, Zhou Jue brought back a little girl in black after traveling in Haoran Tianxia and became the chief steward of Zhou Mansion, majestic and awe-inspiring.

As a member of the same family as the dragon, the old deaf wanted to build a relationship with Zhou Mili and get close to her. He secretly followed the little girl in black and wanted to become Zhou Jue's disciple through Xiao Mili.

Zhou Mili didn't know there was someone behind him. He was walking happily on the street, spending a few copper coins from time to time to buy some snacks. His little mouth never stopped, bulging, eating happily.

Suddenly, a handsome and tall young man, with a sword on his waist, stood in front of the little girl in black, with a faint smile on his face. His bright eyes stared at the sword-raising gourd on Zhou Mili's waist, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he asked with a smile.

"Little girl, the gourd on your waist is good, do you want to sell it?"

When Zhou Mili heard this, he looked up at the young sword cultivator blankly, shook his head, and said very firmly.

"No, no, this gourd is a treasure, I cherish it very much, and I won't sell it to others!"

The young man wrapped his two fingers around the hair hanging from his temples, and habitually patted his waist with one hand, but missed. The gourd he had worked so hard to raise was hanging on the waist of the little girl in front of him. Thinking of this, his face changed slightly, and he smiled brightly again, saying with a smile.

"My name is Jiuyan, and I love fine wine. But fine wine also needs a good gourd to hold it. I think your gourd is good, so why don't you sell it to me at a high price!"

Zhou Mili's light eyebrows frowned, and her small hands quickly covered the sword-raising gourd on her waist. She took two steps back, looked up at the handsome young swordsman with a wary face, and refused again.

"Don't say anything more, I won't sell this gourd. This is a treasure Zhou Jue gave me. I won't sell it no matter how much money you pay!"

The young swordsman's face froze, and he wanted to snatch the sword-raising gourd directly, but he didn't dare, because this place was the territory of the Sword Qi Great Wall, and there were countless swordsmen sitting here, including some great swordsmen and old swordsmen in the Ascension Realm. If he dared to rob the treasure, he would not be able to leave this city at all.

"Besides, I can't afford to offend the backer behind this little girl. If he finds out that I'm here and slashes me with a sword, I'll be in big trouble!"

The young man is Qie Yun, the throne demon of the Wild World, the first seed of the Wild Hundred Sword Immortals, and a sword cultivator at the peak of the Ascension Realm. On that day, Zhou Jue forcibly took away his sword-raising gourd because of Zhou Mili's shout, causing him to suffer heavy losses.

"Little girl, how about this, I'll exchange a robe for the gourd with you?"

Qie Yun showed a bright smile on his face, and took out a colorful dress, which was very beautiful and tempted Xiao Mili.

The black-clothed girl's eyes widened at once, unable to take her eyes off the gorgeous robe, and exclaimed.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!"

The black-clothed girl loved this robe very much, but the sword-raising gourd was a treasure given to her by Zhou Jue, and there was a fairy sword in it, so she would not exchange this sword-raising gourd for the robe.

Zhou Mili shook his head with difficulty. In order not to waver, he suddenly closed his eyes and refused again.

"No, no, I won't change!"

Qie Yun's face darkened instantly, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes. The evil spirit gathered around him, and the sword intent was permeated. He had no patience anymore and was ready to snatch the sword gourd and run away. As long as he didn't hurt the little girl, the blue-shirted sword fairy would not draw his sword at him.

"Qie Yun, stop it!"

Qie Yun raised his right hand and was about to snatch it. Suddenly, a loud shout came from behind the little girl in the dark night. A wretched figure blocked Zhou Mili and formed a confrontation with the seventh throne.

The old deaf man had a very bright smile on his face. He was really sleepy and met a pillow. He hadn't figured out how to get close to him, and Qie Yun bumped into him. What a good man.

"Old deaf man!"

Qie Yun's face darkened, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. This was trouble. If he was not careful, he would be lost in this city.

Zhou Mili quietly opened her eyes and looked at the old man in front of her curiously. She felt a sense of intimacy from him, as if they were blood relatives and the same kind.

"Grandpa, who are you?"

Lao Long'er looked back immediately after hearing this, and the wrinkles on his old face were stretched out with a smile. He said with a smile.

"My name is Lao Long'er, Xiao Mi Li, don't worry, I'm here, he can't hurt you!"

Seeing this, Qi Yun turned into a sword light, and fled to the wild world without any entanglement. If he didn't leave now, when would he leave?

"If I let you run away so easily, wouldn't I have no stepping stone, the gift for meeting you!"

Lao Long'er was also a great demon in the Ascension Realm, how could he let Qi Yun get away so easily? A long sword appeared in his hand out of thin air, and with a casual wave of his hand, the brilliant and gorgeous sword light slashed into the air like a streak of silk.