Immortal, my aptitude is mediocre

Chapter 310 Reappearance after a hundred years
"call"

The wind blew away the flowing clouds, and a figure as bright as the sky came in. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a hair crown on his head, and his eyes were shining, like an immortal god, descending on Qingping Valley.

In an instant, he seemed to feel something, and looked at each other with Zhao Mang, who was watching in front of the door.

"coming……"

Zhao Mang's expression was calm. That person's inheritance was very important, and the Chiling Immortal Sect would not turn a blind eye, nor did he want to see the Jiuxiao Immortal Sect get it and increase its strength.

"Give me the things."

Taoist Yan Cheng went straight in, with an indescribable sharpness, and came here specially. He arrived at Qingping Valley one step ahead of Taoist Huan, intending to intercept Chen Sheng's inheritance. It seems that he succeeded.

"Ugh……"

Zhao Mang sighed, seemingly in a dilemma, and said anxiously, "Then how can I explain to the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect?"

He roughly knew that person's plan, which was to make the Chiling Immortal Sect and Jiuxiao Immortal Sect fight, so as to make profits from it.

On the surface, he and the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect are on the same team, and they have to be comprehensive in their acting, or they can use this alliance to play a big role.

"Come to me to scold the Lingxian Sect, what are you afraid of?"

Seeing Zhao Mang's thoughts wavering, Taoist Yan Cheng gave in and couldn't help but soften his words. Not only did he want to inherit Chen Sheng's inheritance, but he also planned the power of Qingping Valley.

"It won't work. There's no point in jumping horizontally repeatedly."

Zhao Mang refused.

He didn't believe in these two immortal sects. To get entangled with them was to seek the skin of a tiger.

"Aren't you going to give it? If you take action, your life will be in danger, and most of Qingping Valley will be ruined in this battle."

Time was running out, and Taoist Yan Cheng was worried about the arrival of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect. Zhao Mang's mind was wavering, and he was not very firm, so he turned up the heat and his words contained an obvious threat.

"Senior, that's too aggressive."

Zhao Yunting didn't know the twists and turns of this game, but he always felt that there was something hidden in it. Maybe it was time for him to speak out and facilitate something.

"You are a good person from this sect. You may have the opportunity to become a real Jindan master in the future."

Taoist Yan Cheng didn't know what Zhao Yunting was thinking. He took a look and saw that he was looking at the plants, trees and stones with a dull look, as if he was unhappy and would trample them to death and kick them away. It was extremely simple.

"It's not that I don't want to give Chen Sheng's inheritance to Jiuxiao Immortal Sect, but I can't afford to offend him."

On the surface, the matter involved the survival of the sect, and Zhao Yunting's life was at stake. Zhao Mang looked sad and finally gave in.

"Om..."

He turned his hand over, and there was a sword flat on his palm. It was dark and cold as ice, and the evil spirit could kill ghosts and gods. The blue sky and white sun froze the sky.

On the sword body is an inheritance jade slip. It is a small piece, but it contains endless precious knowledge.

"stop!"

Taoist Ruhuan arrived and saw such a scene. Zhao Mang looked sad and surrendered, like an envoy from a defeated country, offering his surrender. Opposite him was Taoist Yancheng, who was about to take over Chen Sheng. inheritance, and the iron sword.

He was anxious in his heart and shouted sharply, only regretting that the escape method could not overcome the constraints of time and space and dodge.

"give me!"

The sound of shouting is like thunder, and the sound is as sharp as a sharp sword.

Without even thinking about it, Taoist Yan Cheng snatched the jade slips and iron sword from Zhao Mang's hand, stepped back a hundred feet, and ran away.

"Why...why did you hand it over?"

For example, when a Taoist from Huan came to Qingping Valley and looked at Zhao Mang, he felt so angry that the duck he got flew away. How could he bear this?

"Fellow Taoist, why didn't you come earlier? It scares me."

In response to this, Zhao Mang looked like he was being criticized. Qingpinggu really lowered his head in the face of the Xianzong forces.

"Stop talking nonsense, it's the right thing to take things back."

These aggrieved words made it difficult for Taoist Yan Cheng to scold him, and he would use Zhao Mang later. At least in terms of face, he had to look good.

"whoosh"

Chen Sheng's inheritance is not so easy to obtain.

In the sky, three figures flew across the sky, and finally, like Taoist Huan and Zhao Mang, blocked Taoist Yancheng at the boundary of a mountain forest.

"Fellow Taoist, peace is the most precious thing."

Taoist Yan Cheng stood still, with a sense of being out of the world, and his words were light, which added to his free and easy manner.

"Did you ever say this when you forced me before?"

Zhao Mang murmured, neither loud nor weak, just enough to spread within the circle of three people.

Taoist Yan Cheng's forehead darkened, and he said plausibly: "Qingpinggu is weak, which is your weakness. You certainly don't have the qualifications to be strong."

Zhao Mang's fighting ability is not bad, but his background is a flaw. It's not about superiority or inferiority, but because he doesn't have that kind of background. Even if he steps into this field, he is still inferior to others.

"what about me."

Taoist Ru Huan stepped forward, his anger like a rainbow, and approached Taoist Yan Cheng, saying: "Hand over the things and I will let you leave."

Qingpinggu was afraid of offending the Chiling Immortal Sect, but his Jiuxiao Immortal Sect was not afraid. It had always been in a strong state.

"If not."

Taoist Yan Cheng could not refute, but he would not let go of this inheritance. He had already eaten it and there was no reason to spit it out.

"boom"

Taoist Ru Huan expressed his stance. It was very simple. He shot out an aura, as powerful as the sun, covering all directions, causing layers of spiritual energy to turn into haze, making him look like a noble and inviolable god.

"I've long wanted to learn your methods."

Taoist Yan Cheng didn't even frown. His plain face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice and snow, but he was the first to take action.

He pushed it sideways with a palm, his big sleeves fluttering, full of agility and elegance, but the power it contained was heavier than a mountain.

"boom"

After weighing it, if the Huandao people didn't avoid it, they pushed it away with the same hand. The two of them met firmly, and there was a huge wave of air, sweeping across the mountains and forests.

"Chong"

Suddenly, Taoist Yan Cheng drew his sword.

It was Chen Sheng's iron sword, probably made using Yunjianfeng's sword-raising method. He felt that it was very smooth and had an unparalleled sharpness.

It seemed that he overlapped with Chen Sheng's energy and energy, giving him that invincible posture.

In short, this sword slash was executed without any sword technique and was only driven by mana, but it still gave him an indescribable smoothness.

"Shoot..."

The light of the sword was cold and killing, just like the magic power of the Huandao people. No matter how powerful it was, it was still invincible and was split open by a sword.

His body writhed, avoiding the sword edge, but he still received a blow. He was not seriously injured, but his clothes were torn and very indecent.

"You and I worked together to suppress him."

Taoist Ru Huan was furious, and Taoist Yan Cheng used Chen Sheng's iron sword to kill him. This not only damaged his face, but also acted as a silent mockery, making him, the "rightful master", very angry.

"Chong"

After that, he raised his sword and struck, his figure changed from elegant and agile to thick and solid, with a murderous intent, he was obviously angered.

He used a sword technique called "End of the World No Return", which was extremely erratic and sharp. The sword light flew in and out, and could kill anyone through the void.

"kill!"

Zhao Mang roared and entered the game. His background was not as good as that of Immortal Sect's Jin Dan Zhenren, but he was at least a strong man at this level and should not be underestimated.

Light and shadow intersect, two against one, Yancheng Taoist's cultivation, no matter how tyrannical he is, he will suffer a loss. "puff……"

His iron sword flew across the air to resist Taoist Ruhuan, but Zhao Mang seized the opportunity and struck his heart with a horizontal palm, causing him to vomit blood.

"Don't take a sword and think he's back."

Ru Huan reaches people's proud way.

Chen Sheng held an iron sword and fought in Dalong Mountain. He killed the older generation Jindan Zhenren withered and defeated. To be honest, they were scared, so in the last hundred years, they did not dare to push too hard. They were afraid that this person would come. A final madness.

It's a pity that Taoist Yan Cheng is not Chen Sheng. Even if he holds this iron sword, he still doesn't have that invincible power.

"Bring the inheritance back."

Zhao Mang added.

"Are you going to fight to the death?"

Taoist Yan Cheng did not show weakness. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, held an iron sword, and faced Taoist Ruhuan and Zhao Mang.

"This……"

After hearing about the fight to the death, Zhao Mang took a step back and turned to look at Taoist Ruhuan. He could not be the master, but he also cherished his body.

"If you want to die, I will help you."

For example, the Huandao people were riding a tiger and did not want to fight to the death. However, one was unwilling to give up Chen Sheng's inheritance. The other was that Zhao Mang was watching and retreated. He lost face and looked down upon the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, so he had to persist.

However, his expression no longer looked plain, but solemn, knowing that a fierce battle was coming.

"Rumble..."

Taoist Yan Cheng let go of his aura, and his robes were fierce and swaying like clouds. He looked motionless, but seemed to be in contact with God's will, with a kind of awe-inspiring power.

As soon as he stepped on his foot, thousands of mountains trembled. When he raised his hand, the spiritual energy turned into a tide, rolling out continuously.

The sky shook, and a sky pillar formed. It was thick and tall, suppressing the layers of sky curtains, and headed towards Ruhuandao people.

"boom"

Ruhuandao put the fingers of his right hand together and swiped forward, and a bright divine flower flew out. It had no strong meaning, but it wrapped around the Tianzhu and shattered it.

"Chong"

The Tianzhu collapsed, spiritual energy boiled, poured out like river water, and there was even hazy mist, and suddenly a sound of sword chanting was heard, loud and clear.

A strong crisis arose in the heart of Taoist Ru Huan, but it was already too late. Taoist Yancheng used some secret technique to inspire the charm contained in the iron sword, and once he stood down with the sword, it regained its former edge.

"puff"

Ruhuan Taoist's shoulder was penetrated directly, blood flew to Jiutian, and strands of sword intent invaded his vitality. In an instant, his face turned pale.

The sword chant sounded again, and Taoist Yan Cheng pressed forward step by step. With a sharp sword, it turned into a scene of eternal night and was about to bury him.

"Damn!"

Ruhuan Taoist cursed lowly, and started to use his skills to suppress the injury. The eyes on his pale face became dangerous.

"Chong"

His swordsmanship is not weak. At this time, he poured his magic power into the sword and used all his strength. With one sword, the sword light was like a dragon, passing through the layers of sky, as if it could become invisible, and then suddenly reappear. Yes, it is extremely difficult to prevent.

"Point to the general"

Taoist Yan Cheng stood motionless, touching the vast earth with the hilt of his sword, as if a general tower had been erected. The essence of the mountains and rivers manifested one by one, turning into a godly general, running with great strides.

The sword intent of Tianya Wugui was very powerful and killed the venerable god generals, but it finally collapsed under the heavy wear and tear.

But the generals' platform was not dispersed, the earth's energy was billowing, and the divine generals were like a forest, charging towards Ruhuan Taoist crazily.

"kill!"

Ruhuan Taoist shouted, and the sound of killing shook the sky, and his aura increased. It was obvious that he had used some kind of secret technique.

With one sword strike, he slayed through the general platform. Like a sword god, he struck with each step, and his sword intent was so intense that it turned into reality.

"Chong"

at last.

He came in front of Taoist Yan Cheng, and with a twist of the sword, the huge sword intention twisted like a thunder and magnetic elemental storm, giving birth to a trace of destruction, and pounced away fiercely.

too close.

Taoist Yan Cheng could not avoid it, so he had to face it. He waved the iron sword, standing like a black mountain between heaven and earth, resisting the torrent.

"puff"

The sword intent, as fierce as a violent tiger, collided with the iron sword and was stuck for a moment, but it still rushed over and crushed Taoist Yan Cheng.

His robe was immediately soaked red with blood, leaving large and small scars on his body, like a piece of jade rolled over gravel, full of flaws.

"Hahaha……"

If the people of Huandao let out a loud laugh, seeing their enemy in such misery, they were still happy even though they themselves were also burdened with a heavy burden.

With this intention, his sword moves became sharper and smoother, like threads, one after another without stopping.

"Maybe you think I can be bullied."

This smile undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. Taoist Yan Cheng felt physical and mental pain, his eyes glowed slightly red, and the attacks on his hands became more and more ferocious.

In short, the battle became more and more brutal as the battle progressed, with the two fighting each other fiercely, both wanting to see their opponent suffer misfortune.

"It was really intense."

Zhao Mang stood aside and looked at each other coldly. The Xianzong's background was indeed extraordinary. The two men fought with each other, and their methods were endless, which opened his eyes.

"Help me!"

Taoist Ru Huan turned his head and saw Zhao Mang standing stunned on the side. He couldn't help but roared when he thought of the people fighting life and death on his side.

"whoosh"

As soon as he finished speaking, Taoist Yan Cheng had already escaped, and was fighting with Taoist Ru Huan. Between the two, there was another Zhao Mang interfering. He couldn't resist it. Anyway, he got the benefits, so there was no need to fight to the death.

"If a dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, let's stop chasing it..."

Zhao Mang had no intention of pursuing him, and no matter who the inheritance and iron sword fell on, it had nothing to do with him.

"That's too cheap for him."

Taoist Ru Huan refused, so he pulled Zhao Mang and killed him together. They traveled hundreds of miles, but he watched Taoist Yan Cheng's figure gradually disappear.

"He actually let him get away."

he said angrily.

"The inheritance of the seniors is not so easy to obtain."

Zhao Mang didn't care in his heart. He comforted Ruhuan Taoist with a few words and returned to Qingping Valley.

"Who!"

Here.

Yan Chengdao was satisfied. Even though he was injured, he was still very happy. With Chen Sheng's inheritance and iron sword, everything was worth it.

Suddenly, he felt a creeping feeling in his heart, as if he was being targeted by some terrifying creature.

He looked up and saw a man walking out on the forest path. He was tall and tall, wearing gray robes and had a sense of nature about him.

This was the demeanor of an expert hermit, but his face was full of horror, as if the blue sky had encountered a ghost.

(End of this chapter)