This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 320 Sword Rain
Seeing the confused look in the big man's eyes, Chaoyue sighed slightly.

There are some issues that I can see through, and my father can see through occasionally, but my father's veterans...

Sometimes he really wanted to split open the heads of those arrogant monster tribes to see what was inside.

"It's okay, there are some things you don't have to understand."

Chaoyue patted the big man's shoulder gently, turned around and looked at the two people fighting on the stage, with a gleam in his eyes.

"You just need to know that before I go to Beijing, I want to be famous here..."

His voice was not loud, but the fighting spirit in his words could be really felt by the big man.

"Your Highness..."

Although the big man is not good at calculations, how could he not understand Chao Yue's words? His voice was a little urgent:
"How can you put yourself in danger before you arrive in the capital? And I can see clearly that the strength of these people participating in the competition is not weak..."

Chaoyue just smiled slightly, patted the big man's shoulder gently, and said comfortingly:
"Don't be afraid, I will do what I can."

As he said that, he calmly watched the competition on the stage.

At this time, Lu Ziyu on the stage was already engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the master-level expert in the world.

The Grandmaster Realm is the fifth-grade Breath Condensation Realm in the martial arts. He can already hide his whole body's power in his body and not let his breath go to waste.

Therefore, the battles of warriors often look less gorgeous than Confucianism and Buddhism.

It can be seen that the strong man in the Jianghu Grandmaster realm bullies him, using every move of his body. Returning to his original nature, it looks more like a street brawl. Each punch has no sound and no gorgeous light. .

Some are just punch after punch.

At this time, Lu Ziyu on the stage just dodged with a smile on his face and did not take action. The golden sword in his hand was useless, and he just relied on his body skills to fight with it.

During the wind blowing, the Taoist robe was not stained.

The fight between the two seems to be meaningless on the surface.

But only two people can know the danger.

Although Lu Ziyu was a master of the Taoist sect, and he seemed calm and even smiling on the surface, the feeling of being on the edge of life and death made him uncomfortable.

Vulgar and reckless man.

After Lu Ziyu dodged the master's fist again, he exhaled softly.

The fight with this man only made him feel like he was walking on a tightrope, and the danger at every step was frightening.

To win without using magic is tantamount to reaching the sky.

He can make countless mistakes, but as long as he makes one mistake, he will be beaten to a pulp.

His realm is not yet high enough to ignore the physical body, so protecting one's physical body is something that every Taoist who has not yet become an immortal must do.

"In that case..."

Lu Ziyu murmured softly. He closed his eyes gently, and his Taoist consciousness slowly unfolded. The next moment, he was fully aware of all the scenes around him.

Seeing him close his eyes, the eyes of the master-level expert on the stage narrowed slightly.

"I heard that people from the Taoist sect have a way of leaving their souls outside the body. Could it be that this person wants to use some kind of magic on himself?"

Thinking of this, the eyes of the master-level expert became wary, and he looked at Lu Ziyu with fear.

"Here comes the sword."

A faint chant.

A three-foot-long golden sword flew out of Lu Ziyu's body with a buzzing sound and surrounded him.

At this time, Lu Yuanzhi came to Hongyun's side at some point, moved a bench and quietly watched the competition on the stage.

As for the two demon clans, Lu Yuanzhi's consciousness has not been neglected. Anyway, for him, those two demon clans, as envoys to Dayong, cannot move.

As long as you don't cause any trouble, keep out of sight.

Seeing Lu Yuanzhi coming, Hongyun's eyes followed him and fell on Lu Ziyu who summoned the golden sword.

"That's the sword-controlling method of my Taoist sect."

Hongyun's voice was filled with sadness, and he said with a complex look on his face:
"Jin Tai Jian Wan... A Yu knows this method, and I personally taught him it back then."

Lu Yuanzhi became a little more interested when he heard this. He had never had an accurate definition of the Taoist system in this world. At this time, it was a bit more insightful for him to get Elder Hongyun to mention a few words.

"Could it be that you keep the sword pill in your belly?"

Lu Yuanzhi asked calmly.

Although he didn't know much about it, he hadn't heard of it at all. After all, he had entered Pei Yinlang's secret library several times.

"Master Lu is right, it is the method of raising sword pills that only people from my Taoist sect can practice."

Hongyun heard Lu Yuanzhi's words, smiled and nodded:
"Although sword pills are superior to each other, their power ultimately depends on the cultivation level of the person who raises the sword. Ayu's golden sword is made from ten thousand years of deep iron in the deep wilderness of Pindao Cailu Mountain. It is a gift. After Yu Ayu, it became his natal golden sword."

"The practice of sword pills is so profound..."

Hongyun's smile was a little unpredictable:
"Searching for an enemy's head from a thousand miles away is like searching for something from a bag."

"Tsk, that's a good idea."

Hearing what Hong Yun said, Lu Yuan was a little jealous for a moment, but he quickly killed the idea in the cradle.

When he thought that to practice this method, he had to swallow such a large piece of iron, he felt panicked.

Hearing Lu Yuanzhi's words, Hongyun's long eyebrows raised slightly. He looked at Lu Yuanzhi with a hint of confusion on his face and said:

"If Mr. Lu is willing to join my Taoist sect, I can also teach you this method."

"hehe."

Lu Yuanzhi gave a fake smile, waved his hand and said:
"No need, I am obsessed with martial arts and know the truth of biting off more than I can chew."

He has no interest in Daomen at all.

Although the world of warriors and the imperial court are full of intrigues.

But after hearing what Xian Ling'er said yesterday about the dog peeing in the Daomen, he tore off the last fig leaf of the Daomen.

"hehe."

Hongyun naturally knew that Lu Yuanzhi did not want to enter the Taoist sect, so he just smiled slightly:
"It doesn't matter. Whenever Mr. Lu wants to enter my Taoist family, you just need to mention that I will sweep my bed to welcome you."

"Let's talk about it then, haha."

Lu Yuanzhi laughed and turned to look at the fight on the stage. This was a classic warrior fighting against a Taoist monk. Some people rarely see it once in their lives. It is the truth to observe it carefully, so that if you encounter a Taoist monk in the future, you will not be disappointed in your heart. There is no bottom line.

At this time, Lu Ziyu, who was on the stage with his golden flying sword, had his eyes closed, but the smile on his face was much richer than before.

He just pointed at the flying sword surrounding him and flew towards the body of the Grandmaster Realm warrior on the opposite side.

Upon seeing this, the master-level warrior no longer hid his clumsiness. He pulled out the Yaojian sword and handed it forward slightly.

"Ding ~"

There was a sound of weapons clashing.

The next moment, I saw the face of the master-level martial artist change.

Lu Yuanzhi had excellent eyesight, and he could naturally see that the warrior's saber had an undetectable crack in the collision between the weapons just now.

"The Taoist Golden Sword is so strong?"

Lu Yuanzhi frowned slightly when he saw this.

"Haha, with my Taoist monks keeping it in their belly day and night, it will naturally become stronger and stronger as their realm improves."

"How high is the Taoist person on that stage in this world?"

Lu Yuanzhi turned his head, his face expressionless, and asked this sentence calmly, as if it was a very ordinary question.

In fact, in martial arts, it is a bit impolite to ask someone else's rank rashly. If you encounter someone who is suspicious and seriously ill, you may be suspected of having evil intentions.

Although I don't know if there is such a saying in the Taoist sect, if Lu Yuanzhi thinks about it himself, I am afraid it is not convenient to ask casually. But he thought Hongyun would say it.

"The realm of Taoist inquiry."

Hongyun did not hesitate, looking at the people on the stage with serious eyes, and her voice was filled with a tone of joy or regret.

"Questioning the realm of the heart?"

Lu Yuanzhi paused for a moment, but he didn't speak and still looked at Hongyun.

"The state of asking the mind is the fourth level state of my Taoist sect."

Hongyun could naturally tell that Lu Yuanzhi didn't know much about the levels of Taoist sects. He smiled and explained to Lu Yuanzhi that although this information was not known to everyone, it was not a secret in the high-level circles.

Especially for the court, whether it is Taoism or Confucianism, they are all objects that need to be carefully guarded against. This information will definitely be available in Beijing.

Fourth grade...

Lu Yuanzhi was not surprised when he heard this answer.

Although Xian Ling'er, who fought against him yesterday, is not a warrior who is very good at fighting, his level is the same as his own, which is the fourth level.

Anyone who can cooperate with her will definitely not fall behind in grade.

After all, Xian Ling'er's other identity is the notorious Demon Cult in the world.

Those who dare to seek skin from tigers will naturally not be much worse than tigers.

Otherwise, you will be playing tricks on the tiger.

and……

As far as Lu Yuanzhi knows, Lu Ziyu also has a Taoist supreme magic weapon in his hand...

He calmly raised his head and looked at Lu Ziyu in the field.

This person's strength is probably not inferior to his own.

You know, there is space for Buddhist magic treasures and scriptures in Lu Yuan's body.

There is also a pure white seal for Confucianism and Taoism.

These two treasures brought him more than a slight improvement in combat power. He was able to beat Xian Ling'er of the same realm to the point where he spurted blood with one move because of the inspiration and assistance brought to him by the pure white seal.

The trump card of drawing the sword seems to be Lu Yuanzhi's strongest killing move now.

He even felt that even a third-grade warrior who was unprepared for this move in front of him would still hate Northwest.

Of course, this is just his idea, and he will be ashamed of it when he thinks of this idea in the future when he actually reaches the third level.

While everyone in the audience was pondering, the situation on the stage had changed.

With a smile on Lu Ziyu's face, his body slowly rose into the air, and then he opened his eyes. At this time, his originally dark eyes turned into pure gold.

The golden sword also trembled as he soared into the air, emitting a sword sound that made people tremble in fear.

"The sword rings for thousands of miles..."

Seeing this scene, Hongyun's eyes became more complicated and he murmured slightly.

The Taoist Saint next to Hongyun sat in his seat with a stunned look on his face and looked at Lu Ziyu who was on the stage.

"How can it be."

Everyone can hear the disbelief in the words.

The Holy Son clasped his hands tightly and stared at the stage.

"How could he reach this level..."

After Lu Yuanzhi heard the voice of the Holy Son, he looked at Hongyun in confusion.

At this time, Hongyun's body was a little stooped, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions of regret and regret. When he saw Lu Yuanzhi looking at him, he smiled bitterly and explained:

"If you want to practice the sword pill method to the realm of sword sound...you have to be a peerless genius."

Lu Yuanzhi secretly thought that it would be extremely difficult to achieve this state, and it would only be possible because of the huge power. Otherwise, the Holy Son, who had just regained his vitality for a few days, would not have become like this.

"Think about it, it should be very powerful..."

Lu Yuanzhi lamented that it was useless nonsense. After all, at this moment, anything he said would hurt the young heart of the Holy Son.

"For those who have achieved this level, the body-protecting flying sword cannot be broken unless it is a divine weapon."

Hongyun's smile was filled with bitterness, and her voice was even hoarse.

"Ok?"

Lu Yuanzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked pretending to be confused:

"Artifact?"

After hearing Lu Yuanzhi's words, Hong Yunbian explained with emotion:
"Cultivation of the sword pill method to this level is already the highest level in the world. Only the legendary artifacts can compete with it. However, there are not many artifacts in this world. Those who use artifacts are all weapons that suppress the clan. How can It can be easily moved..."

Hongyun's words made Lu Yuanzhi ponder secretly.

Artifact? ?
Don’t you have it yourself? ?
"If someone uses a divine weapon to break this sword pill..."

He asked Hongyun thoughtfully.

"If the flying sword that protects the body is broken, the realm will naturally fall sharply and it will be unable to recover."

Hongyun chuckled.

"Oh……"

Lu Yuanzhi pretended to be in a daze and nodded, then naturally turned to look at Lu Ziyu on the stage.

At this time, Lu Ziyu was using Taoist consciousness to control the flying sword.

Under Lu Ziyu's command, the golden sword launched a fierce attack on the master-level warrior without any explanation.

In just a moment, the golden sword had cut the saber into pieces and attacked his body.

The master-level warrior avoided it with an extremely solemn expression.

But one...two...three.

As the golden sword moved faster and faster under Lu Ziyu's control, his avoidance was somewhat stretched.

"Sword Rain."

The smile on Lu Ziyu's face remained unchanged, still floating in the air, and he faintly said two words.

The next moment, the golden sword suddenly stopped attacking and flew into the air, splitting one into two, two into four, four into eight...

In the blink of an eye, densely packed golden swords floated in the air. If you look at it suddenly, people with trypophobia may faint on the spot.

Without any sound or any sign, the countless golden swords suddenly fell towards the master-level warrior.

Like a waterfall, it is spectacular.

At this moment, the warrior suddenly retreated and got off the ring without thinking.

While the person was still in the air, the voice had already spread throughout the audience:

"I surrender!!"

…………

Hearing this voice, all the people in the world fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared blankly at Lu Ziyu, who was still floating in the air on the stage, with a faint smile on his face.

At this time, Chao Yue, His Highness the Demon Race in the audience, had a strong fighting spirit in his eyes, and he looked directly at Lu Ziyu on the stage.

(End of this chapter)