Chapter 147 Peerless Sword, Crown Prince Campaign
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Wu Yi Yun
1Chapter 17
"Drip, successfully signed in at Qingyun Temple, and got a peerless sword!"
[Peerless Sword: Forged by 'Hei Han', it took a hundred years of man-made. It is the most cold sword in the world, with incredible magical effect! 】
"Huh, it's actually a...weapon?"
There is no doubt that after signing in for so many years, this is the first time Chu Jing has obtained a weapon.
A thought moves.
A large sword with a dark body, a broad sword body and a long hilt, exuding a faint black air appeared in his hand.
Chu Jing looked at the sword, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.
Although the system does not mark the grade of 'Peerless Sword'.
But judging from the appearance, it is not an ordinary sword weapon.
Compared with the Shangfang sword in the palace, it is completely insignificant!
"With this sword, I will cast Ten Thousand Swords to return to the sect, the main sword is stronger, and the moves are also more powerful!"
"In addition, I will sign up for the rest of the sword moves in the future, and use the peerless sword as a medium to release them, and I will definitely be able to find out the damage of the moves themselves!"
Chu Jing nodded in satisfaction. This peerless sword is of great use to him.
But unfortunately.
The system prompt sounded again.
"It has been detected that Qingyun Temple's luck is exhausted, please find another place to sign in!"
"Is it the seventh?"
Bring the peerless sword into the system burden.
Chu Jing was speechless.
for so long.
The luck of many halls in the palace was exhausted by him one after another.
Qingyun Hall is already the seventh "hollowed out" hall.
look around.
There are few palaces with luck in the palace.
Even if some unpopular places have some luck, it seems that they will definitely not be able to sign anything good.
"The wool of Zhou Guo's palace is exhausted... we have to find another place!"
Chu Jing muttered to himself.
He is not a nostalgic person.
Although he has lived in the palace for more than ten years.
But to leave.
He will not give up in the slightest.
After all, sensibility is just an obstacle in front of the pursuit of martial arts!
"Looking at the mundane world, the original six kingdoms must have imperial palaces, but with the disintegration of the dynasty, the luck of those imperial palaces has passed, and it is definitely not a treasure land signed."
"Then there are other places to check in for me?"
After thinking about it, Chu Jing shook his head. If there is no accident, there is almost no sign in the treasure land in this secular world.
Only go to the seven major factions...
After all, the seven major factions have existed forever, mastering the spiritual energy of the world, and the luck must be against the sky. If you go to sign in, you will definitely get more good skills, good weapons, and good medicines!
"The Seven Great Sects are going anyway. It's just that I haven't broken through to the seventh rank... I can't go there!"
At this point in his thoughts, Chu Jing shook his head, his eyes were firm: "Until I break Taizong's practice record, I will never enter the Seven Great Sects!"
This is an obsession.
It is also a kind of determination for warriors to fight.
If you don't break through the seventh rank, you will enter the fairy gate.
If the goal is not achieved, Chu Jing will doubt himself, and may also give birth to the "inner demon" that warriors fear most, and thus stop.
"For the sake of my future practice, I must also break through to the seventh rank in the secular world!"
Chu Jing sighed leisurely, but he was not in a hurry.
It has only taken a few decades to cultivate martial arts so far. At such a state, Chu Jing's lifespan exceeds [-] years.
The days are still long.
No need to rush.
"master!"
At this time, a voice came from outside the palace.
Chu Jing smiled slightly, walked out of the palace, and saw Chuanjing standing outside the palace, with his eyes open, looking at the man over two meters tall in front of him.
Seeing Chu Jing approaching, Chuanjing shouted, "Master, who is this big man?"
Chu Jing hasn't answered yet.
The big man Xiao Wulei's voice was like thunder: "I am the personal protector of Grandmaster Chu, the people of the Jianghu rule the roost, Xiao Wulei! Dare I ask you, who are you?"
Xiao Wulei is not a fool.
Judging from Chuanjing's brocade robe and jade crown, his identity was almost certain.
These words are just for ridicule.
Chuanjing looked stunned: "There is such a character as Xiongba Dalang in Jianghu?"
"Master, you need such a weak guardian with your strength?"
He was a little older, but Chuanjing's bad habit of "children's speech without restraint" still remained.
This unintentional complaint made Xiao Wulei's face turn red, and he cursed angrily: "You brat!"
Chu Jing laughed beside him, pressed his hand and said, "Chuanjing, this is my second apprentice, he is your senior brother."
"Second apprentice?"
Xiao Wulei was shocked, turned around and looked at Chu Jing, there seemed to be tears in his eyes.
Grandmaster Chu...has he admitted that I am his apprentice?
Chuanjing was even more surprised: "Master, my senior brother is actually such a character? I thought it was Mr. Pianpian!"
Xiao Wulei turned his head again, his eyes glaring: "What's wrong, you are tall and eat your rice? Or do you discriminate against tall people? Bah, that kind of little boy who pretends to be in the world is not qualified to be Chuzong... ...the master's apprentice!"
Seeing that the two of them were about to chatter again, they didn't listen.
Chu Jing opened his mouth and said, "Chuanjing, you are here this time, but you are going to run for the crown prince?"
"Not bad!"
Thinking of the business, Chuanjing nodded solemnly: "Today, I will compete with my brothers all day long, from the literary test to the military test. The one with the highest score will be the crown prince!"
Speaking of this, there was a nervous expression on his face: "Master, I am under a lot of pressure now, can you come to observe and cheer me up?"
Chu Jing said without hesitation: "This is a major event in your life, and it is natural for you to be a teacher."
"Thank you master!"
Chuanjing is overjoyed and respectful.
……
Somewhere outside the palace.
After burning incense and taking a bath, after changing clothes.
A young man bowed his hands to the old man in the courtyard and said: "Master Zhong, if I enter the palace this time, if I make it to the top, I will definitely be grateful for your education!"
Wearing sackcloth, the old man with white hair and weathered face smiled slightly and said, "Your Highness, I am here to fulfill the sect's last wish and help you become the crown prince. I firmly believe that you will win!"
The old man's name is Zhong Ciyuan, and he is an executive of Tianmo Sect.
When the former sect was destroyed by Chu Jing's palm.
Zhong Ciyuan went out to perform a mission and escaped unharmed.
Knowing that the sect was destroyed, Zhong Ciyuan was extremely terrified, and also had the idea of changing his mind and living to death.
He approached Chuanyuan, revealed his background, and wanted to accompany and assist him, so that he could wash away his sins and protect himself.
Chuanyuan naturally did not refuse.
——From the prince candidate to the apartment, he has lost too many things, he is not afraid of anything, and he needs someone to accompany him.
In this way, Zhong Ciyuan assisted Chuanyuan day and night, teaching everything from literature to martial arts.
Until not long ago, the emperor announced that he would establish a prince fairly, and all his heirs could compete.
Chuanyuan saw the opportunity and prepared to fight to the death.
There is the present scene.
"Thank you Mrs. Zhong for your encouragement. Let's go!"
With the passage of time, Chuanyuan lost his sharpness and became a little more calm.
He walked out of the mansion slowly, and the two headed towards the palace.
……
After half an hour.
Xuanzheng Hall of the Imperial Palace.
It was purposely changed to a temporary examination room.
Chuanjing, Chuanyuan, and the other heirs of the emperor sat in it one after another.
In front of their eyes, there are test papers.
The kung fu of several princes writing vigorously.
Zhong Ciyuan stood in the corner.
Looking at a big man standing not far from the little prince's biography, he looked puzzled: "Could that big man be the Tai Tuo? No, his true energy fluctuations are not as high as mine, right?"
"Drip, successfully signed in at Qingyun Temple, and got a peerless sword!"
[Peerless Sword: Forged by 'Hei Han', it took a hundred years of man-made. It is the most cold sword in the world, with incredible magical effect! 】
"Huh, it's actually a...weapon?"
There is no doubt that after signing in for so many years, this is the first time Chu Jing has obtained a weapon.
A thought moves.
A large sword with a dark body, a broad sword body and a long hilt, exuding a faint black air appeared in his hand.
Chu Jing looked at the sword, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.
Although the system does not mark the grade of 'Peerless Sword'.
But judging from the appearance, it is not an ordinary sword weapon.
Compared with the Shangfang sword in the palace, it is completely insignificant!
"With this sword, I will cast Ten Thousand Swords to return to the sect, the main sword is stronger, and the moves are also more powerful!"
"In addition, I will sign up for the rest of the sword moves in the future, and use the peerless sword as a medium to release them, and I will definitely be able to find out the damage of the moves themselves!"
Chu Jing nodded in satisfaction. This peerless sword is of great use to him.
But unfortunately.
The system prompt sounded again.
"It has been detected that Qingyun Temple's luck is exhausted, please find another place to sign in!"
"Is it the seventh?"
Bring the peerless sword into the system burden.
Chu Jing was speechless.
for so long.
The luck of many halls in the palace was exhausted by him one after another.
Qingyun Hall is already the seventh "hollowed out" hall.
look around.
There are few palaces with luck in the palace.
Even if some unpopular places have some luck, it seems that they will definitely not be able to sign anything good.
"The wool of Zhou Guo's palace is exhausted... we have to find another place!"
Chu Jing muttered to himself.
He is not a nostalgic person.
Although he has lived in the palace for more than ten years.
But to leave.
He will not give up in the slightest.
After all, sensibility is just an obstacle in front of the pursuit of martial arts!
"Looking at the mundane world, the original six kingdoms must have imperial palaces, but with the disintegration of the dynasty, the luck of those imperial palaces has passed, and it is definitely not a treasure land signed."
"Then there are other places to check in for me?"
After thinking about it, Chu Jing shook his head. If there is no accident, there is almost no sign in the treasure land in this secular world.
Only go to the seven major factions...
After all, the seven major factions have existed forever, mastering the spiritual energy of the world, and the luck must be against the sky. If you go to sign in, you will definitely get more good skills, good weapons, and good medicines!
"The Seven Great Sects are going anyway. It's just that I haven't broken through to the seventh rank... I can't go there!"
At this point in his thoughts, Chu Jing shook his head, his eyes were firm: "Until I break Taizong's practice record, I will never enter the Seven Great Sects!"
This is an obsession.
It is also a kind of determination for warriors to fight.
If you don't break through the seventh rank, you will enter the fairy gate.
If the goal is not achieved, Chu Jing will doubt himself, and may also give birth to the "inner demon" that warriors fear most, and thus stop.
"For the sake of my future practice, I must also break through to the seventh rank in the secular world!"
Chu Jing sighed leisurely, but he was not in a hurry.
It has only taken a few decades to cultivate martial arts so far. At such a state, Chu Jing's lifespan exceeds [-] years.
The days are still long.
No need to rush.
"master!"
At this time, a voice came from outside the palace.
Chu Jing smiled slightly, walked out of the palace, and saw Chuanjing standing outside the palace, with his eyes open, looking at the man over two meters tall in front of him.
Seeing Chu Jing approaching, Chuanjing shouted, "Master, who is this big man?"
Chu Jing hasn't answered yet.
The big man Xiao Wulei's voice was like thunder: "I am the personal protector of Grandmaster Chu, the people of the Jianghu rule the roost, Xiao Wulei! Dare I ask you, who are you?"
Xiao Wulei is not a fool.
Judging from Chuanjing's brocade robe and jade crown, his identity was almost certain.
These words are just for ridicule.
Chuanjing looked stunned: "There is such a character as Xiongba Dalang in Jianghu?"
"Master, you need such a weak guardian with your strength?"
He was a little older, but Chuanjing's bad habit of "children's speech without restraint" still remained.
This unintentional complaint made Xiao Wulei's face turn red, and he cursed angrily: "You brat!"
Chu Jing laughed beside him, pressed his hand and said, "Chuanjing, this is my second apprentice, he is your senior brother."
"Second apprentice?"
Xiao Wulei was shocked, turned around and looked at Chu Jing, there seemed to be tears in his eyes.
Grandmaster Chu...has he admitted that I am his apprentice?
Chuanjing was even more surprised: "Master, my senior brother is actually such a character? I thought it was Mr. Pianpian!"
Xiao Wulei turned his head again, his eyes glaring: "What's wrong, you are tall and eat your rice? Or do you discriminate against tall people? Bah, that kind of little boy who pretends to be in the world is not qualified to be Chuzong... ...the master's apprentice!"
Seeing that the two of them were about to chatter again, they didn't listen.
Chu Jing opened his mouth and said, "Chuanjing, you are here this time, but you are going to run for the crown prince?"
"Not bad!"
Thinking of the business, Chuanjing nodded solemnly: "Today, I will compete with my brothers all day long, from the literary test to the military test. The one with the highest score will be the crown prince!"
Speaking of this, there was a nervous expression on his face: "Master, I am under a lot of pressure now, can you come to observe and cheer me up?"
Chu Jing said without hesitation: "This is a major event in your life, and it is natural for you to be a teacher."
"Thank you master!"
Chuanjing is overjoyed and respectful.
……
Somewhere outside the palace.
After burning incense and taking a bath, after changing clothes.
A young man bowed his hands to the old man in the courtyard and said: "Master Zhong, if I enter the palace this time, if I make it to the top, I will definitely be grateful for your education!"
Wearing sackcloth, the old man with white hair and weathered face smiled slightly and said, "Your Highness, I am here to fulfill the sect's last wish and help you become the crown prince. I firmly believe that you will win!"
The old man's name is Zhong Ciyuan, and he is an executive of Tianmo Sect.
When the former sect was destroyed by Chu Jing's palm.
Zhong Ciyuan went out to perform a mission and escaped unharmed.
Knowing that the sect was destroyed, Zhong Ciyuan was extremely terrified, and also had the idea of changing his mind and living to death.
He approached Chuanyuan, revealed his background, and wanted to accompany and assist him, so that he could wash away his sins and protect himself.
Chuanyuan naturally did not refuse.
——From the prince candidate to the apartment, he has lost too many things, he is not afraid of anything, and he needs someone to accompany him.
In this way, Zhong Ciyuan assisted Chuanyuan day and night, teaching everything from literature to martial arts.
Until not long ago, the emperor announced that he would establish a prince fairly, and all his heirs could compete.
Chuanyuan saw the opportunity and prepared to fight to the death.
There is the present scene.
"Thank you Mrs. Zhong for your encouragement. Let's go!"
With the passage of time, Chuanyuan lost his sharpness and became a little more calm.
He walked out of the mansion slowly, and the two headed towards the palace.
……
After half an hour.
Xuanzheng Hall of the Imperial Palace.
It was purposely changed to a temporary examination room.
Chuanjing, Chuanyuan, and the other heirs of the emperor sat in it one after another.
In front of their eyes, there are test papers.
The kung fu of several princes writing vigorously.
Zhong Ciyuan stood in the corner.
Looking at a big man standing not far from the little prince's biography, he looked puzzled: "Could that big man be the Tai Tuo? No, his true energy fluctuations are not as high as mine, right?"
