The celestial master who suppressed the world

Chapter 57 Signing to the Ancient Qingyun Sword Sect
Yuan Siyuan tiptoed the boat, and flew to the small island ten feet away.

Xu Cheng and Zi Yi were not in a hurry, let the small boat drift to the shore, and just set foot on the stone steps under the word "Qingyun".

The moment the footsteps landed on the bluestone, the long-awaited beautiful voice came as promised.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in to the former site of the ancient Qingyun Sword Sect, and I will be rewarded with a copy of "Qingyun Lingxiao Swordsmanship"."

Xu Cheng smiled.

The name of this sword technique sounds very domineering, it must be not bad, and my hard work is not in vain.

While going to the island, he checked the introduction to the sword technique.

Qingyun Lingxiao swordsmanship, one of the three swordsmanship of the Qingyun Sword Sect, a sword soaring to the sky, fighting the sky and breaking the earth.

Condensing the sword energy, gathering the sword intent, shaping the sword momentum, and combining the sword way.

To enter the Tao with the sword, only the sword and the heart.

……

As expected of a swordsman, this introduction to swordsmanship is so domineering.

Unlike those exercises in Tianshi Palace, which are secretive and divine.

Walking up the island, you can see three or two thatched huts.

In front of the thatched hut, a dozen or so people formed a circle, and in the circle, some people fought with swords.

With a sweep of Xu Cheng's spiritual sense, he has already found out the cultivation base of these people.

The person with the highest cultivation level is an old man with gorgeous hair sitting cross-legged in front of the hut, born in the triple realm.

It's just that the old man had a bitter look on his face, his breathing was unstable, and he seemed unable to move.

Everyone else is in the acquired state, and the two who started in the middle are all in the acquired five-layer state.

"Li Mu, your granddaughter is obviously going to lose. You should think about it. The things that are the bottom of the box of your Qingyun Sword Sect will belong to my Qingfeng Sword Sect."

"As long as you nod your head and enter my Qingfeng Jianmen to become an elder, this young sect master will immediately give you the antidote."

……

Among the crowd around the audience, some people continued to drink loudly.

The old man with Huafa sitting cross-legged spit out a mouthful of black blood with a "poof", and fell backwards.

A young girl who was fighting exclaimed, and pushed her opponent back with a sword with all her strength, and then went to support the old man.

"grandfather--"

The girl let out a mournful cry, dropped the sword, and helped the old man burst into tears.

"Yun'er, I'm afraid Grandpa won't be able to protect you..."

The old man sighed softly, and black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth again.

"Haha, Li Yun'er, you gave up your sword and surrendered."

"From then on, your name of Qingyun Sword Sect will be removed from the Jianghu."

From Xu Cheng's point of view, it was a thirty-year-old warrior who spoke.

Thin as a monkey, his eyes are full of cunning and triumphant expressions.

Xu Cheng and Zi Yi's footsteps were light, they had already come outside the circle of people, and these people from the Qingfeng Sword Sect hadn't noticed yet.

"Come here, please invite Mr. Li and Miss Li to my Qingfeng Jianmen as guests."

The thin warrior shouted, and several sword warriors laughed and walked forward.

"Be polite to Miss Li, she will be the wife of your young master in the future."

The thin warrior shouted again, and then laughed.

"roll--"

The girl supporting the old man roared and kicked the long sword on the ground forward.

Those warriors gave way to their swords and slowly surrounded them.

"Get out of the way."

At this moment, a faint voice sounded, and a blue figure suddenly appeared in front of the girl.

Wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a long sword, Yuan Siyuan stood there quietly, tall and straight like a pine tree, with an imposing aura like an abyss.

A half-holy swordsman just kept silent, and the aura he exuded made those acquired warriors terrified.

"You, who are you?"

Those Acquired Warriors retreated again and again, and the leader, the Young Master of Qingfeng Sword Sect, spoke out unwillingly.

"I'll give you ten breaths, if you don't leave, don't leave."

Yuan Siyuan spoke lightly without raising his eyes.

Ten breaths.

If you don't go, don't go.

If he heard this from other places, Xia Dabao, who is the young master of Qingfeng Sword Sect, would surely burst into tears of laughter.

He is the young master of Qingfeng Sword Sect.

The Qingfeng Sword Sect is the number one sect within a hundred miles, and there are several innate warriors in the sect. His father, Xia Gaocheng, the head of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, is even a master of the seventh level of innateness.

Since childhood, no one dared to speak to Xia Dabao like that.

But at this time, Yuan Siyuan only said such an understatement, but Xia Dabao was afraid from the bottom of his heart.

He had a hunch that if he didn't leave after ten breaths, his life would be over.

"go!"

With a low shout, he led the crowd down the island.

"Bright--"

"king--"

"town--"

"World--"

At this moment, on the surface of the boundless lake, a Buddha's name came, and a figure stepped on the waves and came against the wind.

Thousands of feet of space, but it arrives in an instant.

"Tsk tsk, this looks good enough to pretend..."

Seeing the young monk flying forward with folded hands in white robes, Xu Cheng sighed softly.

The monk walked tens of feet and landed directly on the island. He didn't look at the people from the Qingfeng Sword Gate who were blocking his way, and stepped directly to the thatched hut.

"Senior, junior Xuan Zang, entrusted by Senior Brother Chen Mo, came to visit."

The monk bowed to the old man sitting cross-legged, clasped his hands together.

Genzo.

There is only one monk with this name in the world who has such a high level of cultivation.

The world of mortals in Fumo Temple in the northern region walks in Xuanzang.

Xu Cheng looked at the monk with great interest.

The master's eighth-layer peak cultivation base, the soul is extremely stable, especially the body polishing and the thickness of the soul, this is the first time Xu Cheng has seen such a fit.

Compared with the Kusheng monk in the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, although this Xuanzang's cultivation level is one level lower, his foundation is much more solid.

"Chen Mo, Chen Mo, since you are the world of mortals, what do you care about my old bones?"

The old man with gorgeous hair snorted coldly, stood up with the girl's support and said: "Thank you for the kindness of the holy monk, Li Mu is not qualified to associate with Fumo Temple."

After finishing speaking, Li Mu looked at Yuan Siyuan in front of him and Xu Cheng and Zi Yi who had already walked slowly.

"Thank you young man, thank you Miss Young Master."

Yuan Siyuan nodded slightly, Xu Cheng just wanted to talk to him, but he saw the Xuanzang monk turned around, clasped his hands together, whispered the Buddha's name, and fixed his eyes on Ziyi.

"Magic repair?"

The spiritual energy on his body was intertwined into a golden Buddha seal, the rosary in his hand was spinning extremely fast, and the pale white monk's robe on his body was automatic without wind.

Yuan Siyuan moved and stood in front of Ziyi.

"That, master, it was this young master who saved us..." Li Yun'er, the girl supporting Li Mu, hurriedly said.

"The poor monk knows."

Xuanzang's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "A devil is a devil, and a devil who saves people is also a devil."

Those Qingfengjianmen people who were afraid to move in the distance looked back curiously.

This master seems to want to cast down demons?
"Shh, let's go."

Xia Dabao let out a low drink, and quietly got off the island.

The monks in the Fumo Temple subdue demons and subdue demons without showing affection, so it would be better not to subdue people like yourself in a while.

Xu Cheng blinked his eyes, and couldn't help being amused seeing the monk's serious nonsense.

"Magic obstacles, go back to Fumo Temple with the poor monk, chant scriptures every day, and keep your nature. After a hundred years, you may get a positive result."

Xuanzang turned the rosary lightly in his hand, and the Buddha's light turned into golden runes, covering him forward.

In the shadow behind Zi Yi, Zi Ling poked his head out, stretched out his tongue to Xu Cheng, and retracted it slyly.

Xu Cheng shook his head.

With Zi Ling's temperament, he still recites scriptures every day and keeps his nature?
"warehouse--"

Yuan Siyuan drew his long sword out of its sheath, and a blue light cut off all the Buddha lights.

"Monk, Fumo Temple is full of people with a good tongue like you?"

Xuanzang raised his eyebrows, and the Buddha's light on his body turned into a golden dragon with runes.

"The crime of provoking my Fumo Temple shall be punished."

"Ming Wang Zhenshi—"

"Dawei Tianlong——"

(End of this chapter)