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Chapter 45 Dugu Sword Intent
The white horse passed by, and suddenly three days passed.

Under the fairy vines, the birthday feast of the immortal god officially opened.

A piece of crimson vine leaves with a radius of several miles was lifted into the air, like a jade plate reaching the sky, it was Yuzhentai,

Above Qionglou Yuyu Lingjun is spread widely, and Jinxiu Lingzhi competes for splendor and splendor. Looking from a distance, the stars are flickering, ethereal like clouds, just like a fairyland.

The sky is full of colorful clouds, and the Xuanhui is shining, magnificent and majestic, and the atmosphere is myriad.

Dozens of Jindan real people are talking and having a feast.

Sitting in the middle, the Daoist in Yuyi is proud and cheerful, but there is a childlike interest in his pair of dust-free eyes.

Some people come to celebrate their birthdays, greet them with smiles, and be happy with them,

Someone comes to offer wine, don't pretend not to take it, drink it willingly,
When meeting the juniors who are close to each other, they will give a few gentle words and make jokes.

This person is the primordial spirit of the Xuanbing Jiezong, Dumi Xianzun.

"Congratulations to the Immortal Venerable, I wish the Immortal Venerable the power to rise to the potential, and the immortal life will last forever."

Xu Mingyuan bowed his hands in salute, dressed in a moon white gown, he was astonishingly talented and elegant, just like a fairy child descending to earth.

"So it's the Qilin son of the Xu family. Your ancestor still sent me a magic weapon, but you were asked to pay for it?" Du Mi chuckled and narrowed his eyes narrowly.

"Don't dare to be praised by the immortal, because there are several waves of heavenly demons appearing in the gap of the sky,

The ancestor went to suppress it, so he didn't come in person, so please forgive me. "

Xu Mingyuan's tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and he replied calmly.

Du Mi waved her hands, and said with a laugh: "It's all old guys, what's so good about it, the same old face for thousands of years, it's not hatred, it's annoying.

It's something new to look at you little guys. "

Du Mi looked Xu Mingyuan up and down,

"Interesting, the sword intent was born in the seventh turn of Condensation, but I want to try my hand at my birthday banquet with various Taoists."

"I just want to meet the talents here with the sword in my hand, and maybe Bo Xianzun can smile." Xu Mingyuan replied in a deep voice.

"It's better to be lively, hahaha, let's go!" Du Mi swung his sleeves, and Xu Mingyuan stepped back immediately.

Watami tapped the chopsticks lightly, narrowed her eyes slightly, she was rarely interested, and her thoughts were slightly clouded.

Xuanhen Jianzong doesn't pay attention to things, but it has to be said that this sword intent is well summarized,
There are nine kinds of sword intent in the world, and all sword cultivators must occupy one of them.

They are Dugu, Heming, Guanghua, Gangzheng, Kongque, Shunyi, Tiandun, Guayan and Guizhen.

The Dugu Sword Intent of the Qilinzi of the Xu family is the most capable of defeating the superior, leapfrogging the ranks, and not judging combat power based on cultivation.

It's really interesting. A good show can be seen at this birthday banquet.

……

The most annoying thing in the world is that enemies meet each other on narrow roads.

Liao Chenyu and Huang Huabi are in this state of mind right now.

Liao Chenyu looked at Xu Jia Jindan who was sitting opposite with complicated eyes, and said lightly,

"Why, those who fled the battle are willing to show their faces?"

This time, the Xu family only sent one Jindan to the Immortal Venerable's birthday feast, the clan elder Xu Yingqu.

But seeing him toasting from a distance, signaling to the two golden elixir of Ming Tanzong, he said just now,
"It's up to others to laugh and scold, and I will do it myself for the winner."

Then he smiled, "The Huajian Grand Competition is coming again, I don't know if you ordered Tanzong to prepare a few Taoists this time to sacrifice to me and wait for Feijian."

Huang Huabi Senran looked at Xu Yingqu with cold eyes, and said lightly, "I'm not afraid to lick my tongue, did your heir of the Xu family acquire the sword intent or the true inheritance? Just speak out here."

Xu Yingqu's eyes wandered, and he said with a smile: "Maybe there are. I advise you to go back and find more disciples. If you don't have Taoist talents, it's better to have more disciples."

Huang Huabi was furious.

No wonder she is.

Among the seven peaks of Mingtan, only the three peaks of bones, secret demons, and puppet shadows truly have the supernatural powers of swordsmanship.
And because Puppet Shadow Peak is the first mountain of gods and demons, with the most complete supernatural powers, the disciples of Puppet Shadow Peak can hold silk swords in several hands.

In the last Sword Transformation Competition, the ordinary disciples of Puppet Shadow Peak suffered the most losses, and they were even ridiculed by Xuanhen Sword Sect as "what is the silk-drawing sword, it's so gaudy, it's better to call it a silk-drawing show."

At this moment, Xu Mingyuan Shi Shiran came behind Xu Yingqu, looked coldly at the two masters of Mingtan Sect,
I saw him with extraordinary momentum,
Like a lone peak, heartbreaking,

Another example is the only husband in the world, which makes people break their swords.

"This is..." The two masters of Ming Tanzong immediately saw the clue, and their faces were a little ugly.

Xu Yingqu laughed,
"Ming Yuan, this fighting arena can be repeated,
You must get closer to the good friends of Mingtan Sect,

Let a few Taoists give pointers to you. "

After finishing speaking, he bowed his hands to the two masters of Ming Tanzong, flicked his sleeves, and left with Xu Mingyuan.

Huang Huabi was already full of anger in his chest at this time, annoyed to go to the Lingtai,
There are more than a dozen big sects and big aristocratic families from the land of the western pole to celebrate their birthday, but there are only ten rings, so it's clear at a glance whether they are losing face or not.

The bottom line of Ming Tanzong is to occupy at least one arena.

As a result, I never thought that there would be a late stage Ningzhen who had condensed sword intent in the Xu family.

If you were to stare at Ming Tanzong and attack, the Daoists who have been concentrating at nine ranks may not be opponents, and they will definitely not be able to defend the ring.

Huang Huabi turned her head to look bitterly, but Liao Chenyu was there.

Immediately said with some displeasure, "Aren't you worried about losing your sect's face?"

"A urn of Wanrunhua Snow Spirit Wine!" Liao Chenyu said lightly,

Huang Huabi was a little puzzled, and looked at Liao Chenyu with suspicion: "What do you mean?"

Liao Chenyu laughed,
"The mountain people have their own tricks! How about a bet between you and me,
My sect must secure a place in the ring, if so, you lose me a urn of Ten Thousand Runhua Snow Spirit Wine.

If you don't take it, I will lose you one too, and you can choose the equivalent spiritual item. "

Seeing that Liao Chenyu was full of confidence, Huang Huabi immediately said,

"Spiritual things are nothing but trivial matters, I just don't want to lose face in front of the Xu family,
If you can really hold the ring, I still have three urns of Wanrunhua Snow Spirit Wine, and I will give you all of them. "

"It's a deal!" Liao Chenyu flicked his finger, and a beam of light pierced through the air.

……

Under the crimson vine leaves for miles around,
There were also ten emerald leaves about a hundred feet in size, exactly ten arenas.

The golden cores of the ten Xuanbing Jiezong stood on the leaf stalks,
It not only decides the outcome, but also avoids the occurrence of death. After all, the birthday banquet is intended to be lively. If there is an accident among the Daoists of various sects, Xuanbing Jiezong will not look good.

A loud bang echoed in everyone's ears,

"Shoulder for three days,
To those who succeed in defending the ring, Immortal Du Mi will bestow a magic weapon.

Disciples of each sect are not allowed to challenge the master of this sect. "

Boom!

A letter incense that was hundreds of feet high and shaped like a lone peak was lit, and the green smoke curled up into the sky.

There is no grouping, no promotion, and the rules are simple and rude. Jiang Moshu secretly complained, and thought for a while,

Can't make it?That's a magic weapon, worth the old nose spirit stone.

Or do you want to go to a few more arenas to see how others fight?After all, his own fighting experience is not very sufficient.

At this time, a beam of light "swish" fell in front of him.

Hey, what's the matter with Daoist Liao leading the team?

Jiang Moshu pointed to open it, and a message was transmitted to the spiritual consciousness.

After a while, Jiang Moshu nodded and smiled clearly.

Unexpectedly, in the Ten Thousand Monsters Jungle, there was a real Miao who resisted the pressure of the Monster King, which really owed him a favor.

As an ordinary disciple myself, this garrison golden core can beat the demon king. It seems that the friendship between Corpse Buddha Peak and Wangui Peak is not bad.

Then return Shifofeng's favor, this beating, keep it.

Besides, when watching people fight, how can you understand it thoroughly when you go on the court, and you can make a judgment in a match.

Thinking of this, I saw Dun Guang together, a young Taoist with red lips and white teeth, was the first to rush up to Yiye ring, Lang Sheng said,

"Ming Tanzong, Ji Cuiyu, please enlighten me."

(End of this chapter)