Chapter 134 Climb the Sword Mountain, Search for the Treasure Sword
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Mu Xiao San Sheng
"Exemption."
Gu Qingfeng is usually very serious and always likes to keep a straight face.Looking at Chen Qingyuan who was close in front of him at this moment, he changed his usual black face and squeezed out a smile.
"Following the order of my master, come to the sword hall to get a sword suitable for my disciples."
Chen Qingyuan said.
"Yeah." Just now, Gu Qingfeng got Yu Chenran's sound transmission, so he waited in the hall: "Come with me!"
There are a total of 99 mountains of different heights in the sword hall, some of which are caves for practicing, and some are places for practicing kendo.
Located in the deepest part of the sword hall is a most special mountain, about 2000 meters high.
There are countless swords stuck on the surface of this mountain, at least hundreds of thousands of swords.Among them, the precious sword inserted at the foot of the mountain is also a top-grade magic weapon.
From low to high, weapons are divided into magical weapons, spiritual weapons, and sacred weapons, and there are upper, middle and lower points.
The magic weapon is only sharp in itself, but the spiritual weapon is metamorphosed, giving birth to spiritual wisdom, which can well withstand the washing of spiritual power, thus exerting a power far exceeding that of the magic weapon.
As for the sacred weapon, this thing is extremely rare in the secular world, and generally only Mahayana monks are qualified to control it.A small number of cultivators in the Transcending Tribulation Period can also be manipulated, which requires extremely strong control.
"This is the sword mountain. All the disciples in my hall have a chance to step on the sword mountain. Whether they can get a superior sword depends on their own luck and strength."
Gu Qingfeng pointed to the sword mountain in the distance, feeling a sense of pride in his heart.
Looking from a distance, a terrifying sword might spread from the direction of Jianshan to the surroundings. If it weren't for the blockade of Jianshan's shocking barrier, there would be quite a commotion.
"The sword chooses the master."
To set foot on the sword mountain, one must first obtain the approval of the sword, and only those who go up the mountain are eligible to take it away.
People who can be accepted as disciples by the Sword Hall, no matter how bad they are, have the spiritual roots of the sword, and it is impossible for them to not even agree with the low-grade Lingbao.
"Elder Gu, there seems to be a magic circle on the top of the mountain, what is it?"
Chen Qingyuan looked at the top of the mountain and asked suspiciously.
"There are seven high-grade holy swords on the top, and they are sealed with a special formation to avoid trouble." Gu Qingfeng patiently explained: "The first ancestors of Daoyi Academy have great fortune and great supernatural powers. Forged nine perfect holy swords."
"Then there are two more swords?"
Chen Qingyuan asked.
"The Taiyuan sword is controlled by the dean in this era. The Qin Shang sword is the sword of Elder Zhao Yichuan. The remaining seven handles are all on the top of the mountain."
Speaking of this, Gu Qingfeng felt regretful.
He was not recognized by the Nine Swords of the first generation ancestor, but he was still in charge of the master of the sword hall, and he felt extremely ashamed.
"I see." Chen Qingyuan nodded lightly: "If you get the approval of many swords, you can only take one, right?"
"Of course, one person has one sword, and it will be returned after death."
This is the rule established by the ancestors of the first generation, to leave opportunities for others to stabilize the background.
"Pity."
Chen Qingyuan originally wanted to get more swords, but this idea had to be dismissed.
"You adjust your breath for a few days first, and when you are at your best, set foot on the sword mountain!"
Gu Qingfeng released the restrictions along the way, and brought Chen Qingyuan to the foot of Jianshan Mountain.
"Okay." Immediately, Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged on the ground.
Gu Qingfeng stood aside, closed his eyes and meditated.
Two days later, Chen Qingyuan reached an excellent state and made a request to go up the mountain.
"Go!"
Gu Qingfeng nodded slowly, agreeing.
Thus, Chen Qingyuan took heavy steps.
After passing through the barrier, Chen Qingyuan came to the entrance of the mountain. Dozens of low-grade spirit swords were inserted at his feet, with different shapes and colors.
When Chen Qingyuan just arrived, these spirit swords had senses, trembled at the same time, and bloomed a dazzling sword light, as if they were trying hard to express, hoping to attract Chen Qingyuan's attention.
hum-
As Chen Qingyuan moved forward, more and more spirit swords showed their luster, vying to be the first.
The road to the summit is a meandering curve that circles the mountain a full circle.If you stand on the top of the mountain and look down, you can see that the road seems to be composed of countless circles.
At the foot of the mountain, Gu Qingfeng looked up at the sword mountain, and murmured: "Chen Qingyuan's swordsmanship talent is extremely high, there is a slight chance that he can get the top-grade holy sword forged by the ancestors of the first generation."
About the battle between Chen Qingyuan and Changsun Fengye, it has long been spread to Daoyi Academy.
This matter is only spread among the major forces in the Northern Wilderness. Most of the ordinary forces have never even heard of the Daoyi Academy, let alone others.
The Xuanqingzong and other forces far away in the Fuliu star field have no way to know about it.
"Old Gu, do you want to drink?"
With a gust of wind, Vice President Lin Wenchou suddenly appeared, reeking of alcohol and holding a wine gourd in his hand.
"Don't drink."
Gu Qingfeng replied indifferently without turning his head.
"Do you think this kid can succeed?"
Lin Wenchou and Gu Qingfeng are the same group of disciples who entered the Daoyi Academy, and they have a good relationship.
"It should be possible!"
After thinking for a while, Gu Qingfeng still had great hopes for Chen Qingyuan.If it wasn't for Chen Qingyuan being Yu Chenran's direct disciple, he would have taken him as his disciple even though he was shameless.
In the huge Daoyi Academy, only three people know Chen Qingyuan's Qingzong background, Lin Wenchou, Yu Chenran, and Zhao Yichuan.
Little fellow of Qingzong, how far can you go?
Lin Wenchou took a sip of wine, looked in the direction of Jianshan, and looked forward to Chen Qingyuan's future.
Jianshan, a corner of a certain place.
The more Chen Qingyuan walked up, the more pressure he received.
The sword force formed by the gathering of countless swords made Chen Qingyuan need great strength every time he took a step forward.
Scanning the swords around, Chen Qingyuan said in a low voice: "The background of Daoyi Academy is really unfathomable! Just take out a sword and put it outside, it can cause quite a dispute."
Thousands of treasured swords sensed it, and the sound of the swords resounded through the sky, which lasted for a long time.
According to Chen Qingyuan's walking speed, it would take at least a month to climb to the top.
The ordinary spirit sword couldn't stop Chen Qingyuan, his goal was the holy sword on the top of the mountain.
Clang——
A treasured sword flew up suddenly, floating in front of Chen Qingyuan.
"You and I have nothing to do with each other, sorry."
Chen Qingyuan bowed his hands to the sword in front of him, expressing his apology.
This sword has spirit, after being rejected by Chen Qingyuan, its luster gradually dimmed and returned to its original position.
A similar scene happened hundreds of times, and Chen Qingyuan's heart was bleeding, feeling that he had missed too many treasures.If he could, he would definitely want to take them all.
One person can only take away one sword. This is the rule set by the ancestors of the first generation and cannot be changed.
In this way, Chen Qingyuan spent ten days walking to a certain position halfway up the mountain, and his pace became slower.
Every half an hour, Chen Qingyuan needs to rest for a while.
Gu Qingfeng is usually very serious and always likes to keep a straight face.Looking at Chen Qingyuan who was close in front of him at this moment, he changed his usual black face and squeezed out a smile.
"Following the order of my master, come to the sword hall to get a sword suitable for my disciples."
Chen Qingyuan said.
"Yeah." Just now, Gu Qingfeng got Yu Chenran's sound transmission, so he waited in the hall: "Come with me!"
There are a total of 99 mountains of different heights in the sword hall, some of which are caves for practicing, and some are places for practicing kendo.
Located in the deepest part of the sword hall is a most special mountain, about 2000 meters high.
There are countless swords stuck on the surface of this mountain, at least hundreds of thousands of swords.Among them, the precious sword inserted at the foot of the mountain is also a top-grade magic weapon.
From low to high, weapons are divided into magical weapons, spiritual weapons, and sacred weapons, and there are upper, middle and lower points.
The magic weapon is only sharp in itself, but the spiritual weapon is metamorphosed, giving birth to spiritual wisdom, which can well withstand the washing of spiritual power, thus exerting a power far exceeding that of the magic weapon.
As for the sacred weapon, this thing is extremely rare in the secular world, and generally only Mahayana monks are qualified to control it.A small number of cultivators in the Transcending Tribulation Period can also be manipulated, which requires extremely strong control.
"This is the sword mountain. All the disciples in my hall have a chance to step on the sword mountain. Whether they can get a superior sword depends on their own luck and strength."
Gu Qingfeng pointed to the sword mountain in the distance, feeling a sense of pride in his heart.
Looking from a distance, a terrifying sword might spread from the direction of Jianshan to the surroundings. If it weren't for the blockade of Jianshan's shocking barrier, there would be quite a commotion.
"The sword chooses the master."
To set foot on the sword mountain, one must first obtain the approval of the sword, and only those who go up the mountain are eligible to take it away.
People who can be accepted as disciples by the Sword Hall, no matter how bad they are, have the spiritual roots of the sword, and it is impossible for them to not even agree with the low-grade Lingbao.
"Elder Gu, there seems to be a magic circle on the top of the mountain, what is it?"
Chen Qingyuan looked at the top of the mountain and asked suspiciously.
"There are seven high-grade holy swords on the top, and they are sealed with a special formation to avoid trouble." Gu Qingfeng patiently explained: "The first ancestors of Daoyi Academy have great fortune and great supernatural powers. Forged nine perfect holy swords."
"Then there are two more swords?"
Chen Qingyuan asked.
"The Taiyuan sword is controlled by the dean in this era. The Qin Shang sword is the sword of Elder Zhao Yichuan. The remaining seven handles are all on the top of the mountain."
Speaking of this, Gu Qingfeng felt regretful.
He was not recognized by the Nine Swords of the first generation ancestor, but he was still in charge of the master of the sword hall, and he felt extremely ashamed.
"I see." Chen Qingyuan nodded lightly: "If you get the approval of many swords, you can only take one, right?"
"Of course, one person has one sword, and it will be returned after death."
This is the rule established by the ancestors of the first generation, to leave opportunities for others to stabilize the background.
"Pity."
Chen Qingyuan originally wanted to get more swords, but this idea had to be dismissed.
"You adjust your breath for a few days first, and when you are at your best, set foot on the sword mountain!"
Gu Qingfeng released the restrictions along the way, and brought Chen Qingyuan to the foot of Jianshan Mountain.
"Okay." Immediately, Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged on the ground.
Gu Qingfeng stood aside, closed his eyes and meditated.
Two days later, Chen Qingyuan reached an excellent state and made a request to go up the mountain.
"Go!"
Gu Qingfeng nodded slowly, agreeing.
Thus, Chen Qingyuan took heavy steps.
After passing through the barrier, Chen Qingyuan came to the entrance of the mountain. Dozens of low-grade spirit swords were inserted at his feet, with different shapes and colors.
When Chen Qingyuan just arrived, these spirit swords had senses, trembled at the same time, and bloomed a dazzling sword light, as if they were trying hard to express, hoping to attract Chen Qingyuan's attention.
hum-
As Chen Qingyuan moved forward, more and more spirit swords showed their luster, vying to be the first.
The road to the summit is a meandering curve that circles the mountain a full circle.If you stand on the top of the mountain and look down, you can see that the road seems to be composed of countless circles.
At the foot of the mountain, Gu Qingfeng looked up at the sword mountain, and murmured: "Chen Qingyuan's swordsmanship talent is extremely high, there is a slight chance that he can get the top-grade holy sword forged by the ancestors of the first generation."
About the battle between Chen Qingyuan and Changsun Fengye, it has long been spread to Daoyi Academy.
This matter is only spread among the major forces in the Northern Wilderness. Most of the ordinary forces have never even heard of the Daoyi Academy, let alone others.
The Xuanqingzong and other forces far away in the Fuliu star field have no way to know about it.
"Old Gu, do you want to drink?"
With a gust of wind, Vice President Lin Wenchou suddenly appeared, reeking of alcohol and holding a wine gourd in his hand.
"Don't drink."
Gu Qingfeng replied indifferently without turning his head.
"Do you think this kid can succeed?"
Lin Wenchou and Gu Qingfeng are the same group of disciples who entered the Daoyi Academy, and they have a good relationship.
"It should be possible!"
After thinking for a while, Gu Qingfeng still had great hopes for Chen Qingyuan.If it wasn't for Chen Qingyuan being Yu Chenran's direct disciple, he would have taken him as his disciple even though he was shameless.
In the huge Daoyi Academy, only three people know Chen Qingyuan's Qingzong background, Lin Wenchou, Yu Chenran, and Zhao Yichuan.
Little fellow of Qingzong, how far can you go?
Lin Wenchou took a sip of wine, looked in the direction of Jianshan, and looked forward to Chen Qingyuan's future.
Jianshan, a corner of a certain place.
The more Chen Qingyuan walked up, the more pressure he received.
The sword force formed by the gathering of countless swords made Chen Qingyuan need great strength every time he took a step forward.
Scanning the swords around, Chen Qingyuan said in a low voice: "The background of Daoyi Academy is really unfathomable! Just take out a sword and put it outside, it can cause quite a dispute."
Thousands of treasured swords sensed it, and the sound of the swords resounded through the sky, which lasted for a long time.
According to Chen Qingyuan's walking speed, it would take at least a month to climb to the top.
The ordinary spirit sword couldn't stop Chen Qingyuan, his goal was the holy sword on the top of the mountain.
Clang——
A treasured sword flew up suddenly, floating in front of Chen Qingyuan.
"You and I have nothing to do with each other, sorry."
Chen Qingyuan bowed his hands to the sword in front of him, expressing his apology.
This sword has spirit, after being rejected by Chen Qingyuan, its luster gradually dimmed and returned to its original position.
A similar scene happened hundreds of times, and Chen Qingyuan's heart was bleeding, feeling that he had missed too many treasures.If he could, he would definitely want to take them all.
One person can only take away one sword. This is the rule set by the ancestors of the first generation and cannot be changed.
In this way, Chen Qingyuan spent ten days walking to a certain position halfway up the mountain, and his pace became slower.
Every half an hour, Chen Qingyuan needs to rest for a while.
