Longevity Martial Arts: I have a black water snake clone

Five days later.

Southern Border Shenzhou, Luoying City.

In the early spring, the bustling Luoying City was extremely lively.

Large and small carriages passed by the city gate quickly, and the cries of different kinds of goods were loud in the streets and alleys, and there were busy figures of salesmen carrying poles on their shoulders everywhere.

At this time, a handsome and refined scholar stepped into the city gate and walked towards the core area of ​​the city center.

He has a tall and thin figure, a clear face, a blue robe, standing with one hand behind his back, exuding an elegant and indifferent aura, without any sharpness of sword repair.

Bo Qing... Or Hongyuan of Sword Dao!

"Tread..."

Hong Yuan walked slowly on the Qingshi Avenue, with a peaceful expression, no one could tell that he had experienced many battles a few days ago and killed many martial saints.

While integrating into the life in the world of mortals, he looks back on his differences from the past.

The first one, and the most obvious one, is that his sword body has been promoted from a sixth-level saint to a seventh-level saint in one fell swoop, and his strength has undergone an earth-shaking change.

The sixth-tier saints are far from being comparable to the seventh-tier saints, not only because of the difference in strength, but also because of their status.

Seventh-order saints can also be ranked among the major forces, and they are the backbone. In the Five Divine Continents and the Endless Sea Territory, he can be regarded as a character!

Previously, perhaps some people from the Ji Clan had some opinions on Hong Yuan because the sword body was only a sixth-order saint, thinking that he was not worthy of the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint.

But when he became a seventh-rank saint, especially after he shined so brightly in this battle, anyone who saw him and the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint would call him a man of talent. And this is also one of the reasons why Hong Yuan needs the sword body to break through the seventh-order saint quickly!

The second one is the transformation of the origin of the Tianhe blessed land's immortal aperture. From the output of Qingti Xianyuan to the output of a higher level of jujube Xianyuan.

Using jujube celestial energy to activate magical powers and holy artifacts is dozens of times more powerful than Qingti celestial essence activating magical powers and holy artifacts. And this is also an important factor that makes it difficult for saints to step up challenges.

And with the transformation of the origin of the Tianhe blessed land's immortal aperture, the time flow speed has spanned from the original 1:70 to 1:150.

Although it is not as good as the 1:600 ​​after the metamorphosis of the Destiny Demon Realm, it is still quite rare.

...

All kinds of thoughts flowed quickly in Hong Yuan's mind, summed up.

After a while, he compared the sword body with the demon body, and instilled their data into the "dream meditation battle" space, manipulating them to fight.

fiasco!

The sword body was violently beaten by the demon body, but it only lasted for a quarter of an hour.

Everything was fine at first, especially after the sword body used the "Reverse Flow River Protective Remnant Dream Robe" and "Five-finger Fist Dream Sword", it even hit the demon body for a while.

But once the demon body urges the fairy cave, in an instant, the battle situation is reversed!

"The gap is a bit big."

"Destiny's identity is a big reason, but the sword body has not gone out of its own way, which is also a big problem."

Hong Yuan's eyes were lowered, and the divine light flickered in them.

He passed through the crowd with ease, walked through the streets, and walked towards the inner city of the Ji clan step by step.

Compared with the sword body and the demon body, Hong Yuan spent more energy on the demon body. He was extremely clear that the demon body was the foundation of the Dao. And the sword body is just a way to protect the way.

Therefore, for the excavation between the two, the demon body is much deeper!

And the rapid progress of the sword body in this period of time is just benefiting from the fact that the body needs to be sanctified by the dream.

Therefore, the sword body was far inferior to the demon body, Hong Yuan didn't feel anything wrong.

Right now, the body of the sword is also facing a crisis: Shouyuan!

"Oh, I really didn't expect that it was the Great Sage Fengxi who attacked me that day."

"Isn't this flooding the Dragon King Temple? It's really helpless..."

Hong Yuan sighed softly, and looked inside at the dying Qingyuan Baolian in the blessed land.

That day, in order to save his life, he desperately urged the "Tianmo Disintegration" on the sword body, and briefly reached the level of an eighth-level saint.

But the only thing connected with the main body's longevity is the demon body, and the sword body regardless of urging "the disintegration of the demon", left a big problem all of a sudden.

The lifespan of the sword body is still around a hundred years, and the Qingyuan Baolian is almost exhausted.

If he wants to make up for the longevity of the sword body, then he has to rescue Qingyuan Baolian first.

Just when Hong Yuan was full of thoughts, the inner city of the Ji Clan arrived.

At this moment, the Butterfly Sword Wu Shengxin, who taught Hua Menghuang kendo techniques in the Butterfly Garden, felt something and suddenly raised his head.

...

The sun is shining and the spring breeze is cooling. The flowers are blooming for the first time, and the fragrance is overflowing.

In the Butterfly Garden, there are streaks of purple air flashing, white mist surges around the edge of the formation, and occasionally a red glow passes by.

In the expectant eyes of Martial Saint Die Jian, a figure loomed in the thick white mist and walked out slowly.

near.

The figure got closer and closer.

Bang bang, bang bang.

There was a strange thumping sound in his heart, and Martial Saint Die Jian put down the white jade book in his hand, got up quickly, stared blankly at the thick white mist, and stared at the figure that haunted her in dreams.

Finally, the fog cleared, and Hong Yuan's handsome face appeared.

"Li Min, I'm back..."

Before Hong Yuan finished speaking, Martial Saint Butterfly Sword flew towards him, like a baby swallow returning to its nest, hugging Hong Yuan tightly.

Feeling the fragrance of the beauty in his arms, Hong Yuan stopped talking, and gently stroked the hair of Martial Saint Die Jian with a gentle look on his face.

rear.

Peerless and graceful, Hua Menghuang, like a fairy in the bright moon, looked at her two masters embracing each other here, and quickly covered her face with her hands.

It's just that her ten fingers are not closed, and through the gap, she can clearly see the postures of the two masters.

"Hey... isn't the second master only half a month away? Why is the master so nervous."

"Could it be, what happened to the second master? But why didn't the master tell me? I don't understand."

Hua Menghuang's face was flushed, and she figured out the joints very quickly because of her intelligence.

But as long as the two masters don't mention it, she won't take the initiative to mention it. She believed that if she should know, the two masters would have told her.

Just looking at the two masters hugging each other in front of them, for some reason, Hua Menghuang smiled inexplicably.

ahead.

The flowers are in full bloom and the fragrance is overflowing.

Tall, with a good face and a colorful butterfly sword on her waist, the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, in the eyes of outsiders, she is like a tall snow lotus, who can only be seen from a distance but not close.

But now, she was lying on the sword Hong Yuan's chest extremely docilely, with a shy look on her face.

She exhaled like blue, and said softly, "Qing Lang, what are your plans in the future?"

As she spoke, she stared at Hong Yuan with her long, watery eyes.

thump——

Hong Yuan's heart softened inexplicably.

Feeling these changes, he instantly woke up from this gentleness, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was quite shocked in his heart.

He is not a first-time brother. Whether he was incarnated as "Han Jiuming" or "Ye Gufan", he also met beauties such as Kun Rong, Han Kui and Ye Xin'er, and he also devoted himself to maintaining them. those feelings.

However, there was never such a moment when he felt the throbbing so strongly! ! !

"Without a woman in my heart, I draw my sword to be a god of nature."

"It's bad, I can't be moved by the truth, right? Don't really act it out for yourself."

"My root is Hong Yuan, not Bo Qing!!!"

Hong Yuan took a deep breath of cold air, and suddenly felt his scalp tingling.

At this moment, he actually felt that the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint was even more difficult than the Fengxi Great Sage.

Although all kinds of feelings and thoughts rolled in his heart, Hong Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he said softly:

"I have already repaid the Daxuan Dynasty's kindness to me, and I have a clear conscience. From now on, let's live our lives well."

"Right now, it's time for us to prepare for the Enlightenment Ceremony after September. Even if Meng Huang can't win the top spot, then she can't fall out of the top three."

...

...

April tenth.

Southern Border Shenzhou suddenly became lively, especially the Ji Clan.

This is because the eighth ancestor of the Ji clan is going to hold a 5,000-year-old birthday, and invites all the monks in southern Xinjiang!

Jianshen Hongyuan, who lived in Luoying City, also received such an invitation letter, and it was the first batch, so it paid a lot of attention to it.

Originally, Hong Yuan didn't want to attend in person, he just wanted to come with a gift.

But the Ji Clan attached so much importance to him, he was too embarrassed to refuse.

To a certain extent, his impressive achievements in the sea of ​​clouds battlefield in Eastern Desolation God Continent were not ignored.

"Qing Lang, do you think it's appropriate for me to wear this blue palace dress?"

Butterfly Sword Martial Sage was wearing a beautiful dress, turning around gently in front of Hong Yuan, he looked really good-looking.

She blinked her bright eyes and asked Hong Yuan.

"It looks good, Li Min is the best looking." Hong Yuan smiled and nodded.

But Butterfly Sword Martial Sage stood there thinking for a moment, and then continued to choose the skirt.

After a while, she asked Hong Yuan in a purple skirt if she looked good, and Hong Yuan still nodded patiently.

However, Martial Sage Butterfly Sword still continued to choose skirts...

The inner city of the Ji clan.

The inner city is very vast, with various terrains.

There are purple bamboo forests, lakes and magnificent palaces.

now.

On the shore of a beautiful lake, the scenery is picturesque, weeping willows are like smoke, the sacred tree is crystal clear, flowers are blooming, petals are like rain, and the fragrance is bursting.

Several young saints of the Ji clan walked here and talked with each other.

"Sister Qingshang, will Jiang Yi also participate in the grand banquet of the ancestors? He is just a useless son-in-law, and he has delayed Sister Qingying's future for nothing!"

"Exactly. Originally, Sister Qingying and Sister Li Min could be called Shuangfeng, but because of this trash Jiang Yi, Sister Qingying's popularity plummeted, and she even stopped at the cultivation level of a sixth-rank martial saint. I'm furious."

"Well, I can only say that Sister Qingying was murdered by Uncle Zhong. She is still married with her fingertips at what age."

"It would be great if Sister Qingying terminated the engagement. However, this is also Jiang Yi's problem. He is a mere warrior, why doesn't he know how to advance and retreat?"

"Stop talking, the more you talk, the more angry you get. If Jiang Yi was half as good as Bo Qing, I wouldn't be so angry!"

Hearing the words of his partner beside him, Ji Qingshang couldn't help clenching his fists.

Especially after hearing the comparison between Bo Qing and Jiang Yi, the anger in her heart became even stronger.

In her opinion, if her sister Qingying is not dragged down by Jiang Yi, then even if she can't catch up to Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, she won't fall too far behind.

Not long after, a handsome and mighty man came towards them.

This person's name is Ye Zhihai, he is also the son of the Ye clan of the four major families in southern Xinjiang, and he has the cultivation base of a seventh-rank martial saint.

He has a thunderous glow overflowing from his whole body, and his hair is crystal clear, intimidating his peers in southern Xinjiang, like the sun in the sky.

The most important thing is that he has a bad relationship with Hua Qingying!

"Sister Qingshang..." Wusheng Zhihai looked over with a smile on his face, making people feel like spring breeze.

And Ji Qingshang looked at Zhihai Wusheng, and his resentment towards Jiang Yi was even deeper.

At present, the ancestor's birthday banquet is not a stage for their younger generation to compete.

Once her sister Qingying lags behind others again, let alone catch up to Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, she might be overtaken by her juniors.

And all of this was caused by Jiang Yi, a good-for-nothing son-in-law.

"Damn Jiang Yi, not only dragging down Sister Qingying's practice, but also a waste. I'm so mad!!!"

...

That night.

The 5,000th birthday celebration of the eighth ancestor of the Ji clan began, and Luoying City was extremely lively, with heroes from all walks of life visiting and heroes gathering.

Five thousand birthdays, not to mention extremely rare among the human race. Even among the monster clan, he is an extremely rare long-lived old man.

This is a real quasi-emperor antique, the heritage of the human race!

"5000th birthday, hehe..." Hong Yuan smiled slightly.

At the end of the sea of ​​clouds, there are many palaces and palaces, and there are Qionglou Yuyu suspended, just like a fairyland.

One after another, great practitioners came in boats with great reputations, which reminded Hong Yuan of the legendary fairyland to attend the meeting.

"The Divine Monk from the Western Desert is visiting."

"The Thunder God of the Ye Clan in Southern Xinjiang will arrive."

"The Black Gold King of the Beiyuan Gold Family is here."

...

Great figures appeared one after another, the scene was huge, and all kinds of chariots were shimmering.

Even the ferocious beasts pulling the carts are all descendants of the dragon and phoenix, which is very extraordinary.

All the juniors of the Ji clan raised their heads and looked up, looking after the martial arts role models on their way of practice, to verify their own way and law.

Gradually, when the name of Hong Yuan's sword body was heard, the juniors of the Ji clan made a commotion.

"Donghuang Xuegong Flood Sword Hou arrives!"

Hong Yuan, wearing a blue robe and stepping on a water-blue stegosaurus, appeared calmly on stage.

Obviously the appearance was extremely gentle, but the juniors of the Ji clan couldn't help themselves, and they were all extremely excited.

Because they knew what kind of terrifying feats this water-blue stegosaurus had made in the battlefield of the sea of ​​clouds, and how many saints were hated.

"It's unbelievable, is that Senior Bo Qing? It is rumored that he is closed to death, resting and recuperating? I didn't expect that he looks full of energy now." The junior of the Youji clan exclaimed.

"My generation of swordsmen should be like this. I must, absolutely, must. One day, I will be famous all over the world!" A swordsman held the long sword in his hand tightly, and his heart was turbulent.

"Hey, people are better than others, and you are so angry. Jiang Yi, why are you so calm? Can't you just learn from Bo Qing? Shameless!" Ji Qingshang glanced at Jiang Yi behind him, Tooth itchy with anger.

At this moment, Jiang Yi, the famous good-for-nothing son-in-law of the Ji clan, was eating a fairy fruit in the corner, looking at Hong Yuan's sword with serious eyes.

As for the cold eyes beside him, he didn't care at all, only the sword body of Hong Yuan was in his eyes.

"A lotus in the eternal blue sky..."

"The seventh-level body fights the eighth-level overhaul..."

"As expected of the Master of the Great Dream Seed, come to think of it, you are the guardian!"

Jiang Yi bit off the flesh, and the clear look in his eyes instantly dissipated, and he returned to a demented look.

After Hong Yuan entered the hall, he felt something, and glanced in Jiang Yi's direction.

"A good-for-nothing son-in-law? I knew that the 5,000-year-old banquet was not so simple, tsk tsk." Hong Yuan laughed in his heart, "I'm afraid it was rebuilt by some old monster."

But soon, Hong Yuan closed his eyes and ignored it.

No matter how strong it is, can it be as strong as his longevity martial arts?

As long as you don't come to block the road to eternal life, Hong Yuan said what you like.