The cultivation of the strongest ancestor

Groan -

the clear sound of the sword, like a dragon's groan, the sound is in the sky.

I saw that the sword body was engraved with the sun, moon and stars on one side, the mountains, rivers and plants on the other, the art of farming and animal husbandry on the other, and the policy of unification of the four seas on the other.

The sword qi rose to the sky.

Behind Ye Zixian, there seems to be an ancient god, wearing a crown on his head, a long robe, and a domineering aura arises spontaneously, not angry and self-righteous, and he is born a god.

Click-click-just

when the ancient sword came out of its sheath, I saw that the fierce sword qi that stabbed it was all shattered and returned to nothingness.

The splendor of sword energy.

Only that sword was left in the eyes of everyone.

Han Ting looked at the sword in Ye Zixian's hand, and a scorching light erupted in his eyes, like a mad demon: "Good sword, good sword!" Ye Zixian didn't

say a word, his eyes were as cold as ice, sharp as a sword, and the sword moved at will, just a slight stroke.

A three-zhang high crescent moon sword qi slashed out, and under the moonlight, clear light flowed on the sword.

Bang.

The sword qi tore through the space, like the neighing of a hundred horses, deafening.

Click, click, click.

In the ring, the spirit array that exuded a halo of aura collapsed in an instant, Qingyang City has not had a trace of damage in the solid ring for thousands of years, and today, a sword is broken in half!

Han Ting looked like a madman, his long hair was tightly bundled and scattered by the sword wind, moving with the wind, his clothes were torn by the sword wind, and his clothes were ragged, but there was not the slightest fear on his face, as if looking at the sword qi that was whistling, and he smiled fiercely: "Good sword, good sword!"

As the sword in his hand broke, a figure flew out of the ring like a broken kite, slamming heavily against the wall behind him.

The wall was smashed to reveal cobweb-like cracks.

The wall was smashed by Han Ting's buttocks, and his body was stuck in the wall, his legs and hands hung weakly, hanging there unable to move.

was called the Tianjiao Han Ting, which was called a rare time in a hundred years by the side door, and was defeated with a sword like this, and the defeat was a complete collapse.

At this moment, Ye Zixian had Xuanyuan returned to the sheath on his back, and the sword qi disappeared without a trace, and in the ring, the moonlight was sprinkled, and everyone could clearly see that there was a crack in the middle of the ring that was three inches wide.

All around, you can hear the drop of pins.

There was silence, as if time had stood still.

Everyone's eyes widened as they stared intently at the six-year-old child standing in the ring.

Is this

still a child? Who can be so strong?

"This is

a sword, right?" "It must be a sword, that sword must be a supreme treasure!" "

Yes, he is still just a child, how can he defeat Han Ting, it must be because of that sword."

"That sword is at least a high-grade spiritual weapon, and maybe even a spiritual treasure!" ......

After a brief silence, louder noises erupted.

Many ill-intentioned eyes stared at the ancient sword Xuanyuan behind Ye Zixian.

Combat effectiveness is not only reflected in cultivation, but also spiritual weapons, supernatural powers, and exercises are all influencing factors.

At the beginning, Mu Wanqing could slash the gods, because of the innate spirit treasure in his hand.

It is unbelievable that a six-year-old child can defeat Han Ting in the late stage of Jindan, they don't believe it, they don't want to believe it, no one believes that they are inferior to others.

Gu Mohuan had just come back to his senses, and naturally felt the ill-intentioned gazes around him, and hurriedly jumped into the ring, holding Ye Zixian's hand, "Go!"

Now because of the ancient sword Xuanyuan on Ye Zixian's back, many people have been eyeing him.

I'm just afraid, the next road is not easy to walk!"

"Two, are you going to go

?" Behind Gu Mohuan, a greeting came faintly, she glanced back, and said coldly: "Are you Sandanmen also going to intervene?"

The side door is now honest, and under the command of Lin Yu, they all went to help Han Ting.

Compared to the sword Ye Zixian carried, he cared more about Han Ting's Tianjiao, which was the key to becoming an eighth-rank sect.

In Zhongzhou, the sect is strictly hierarchical.

The ninth-rank sect obeys the orders of the eighth-rank sect, and so on, if you don't obey, the sect will be destroyed immediately.

The conditions for promotion are not harsh, the sect gave birth to a primordial baby, and was promoted to an eighth-class sect.

Ten Yuan Infants, Seventh-Order Sects.

100 Yuan Infants, Sixth-Class Sects.

Birth and transformation of gods, fifth-class sects.

Ten gods, fourth-class sects.

Hundreds of gods, third-class sects.

Birth of a saint, a second-class sect.

Ten saints, first-class sects.

In Zhongzhou, the first-class sect has absolute ruling power, managing the entire Zhongzhou, allocating resources, and establishing cities.

The person who spoke in Sandanmen was a thin and black-faced old man, with withered and blank eyes, standing there like a piece of blackened charcoal, staring at the ancient sword on Ye Zixian's back with ill will at the moment, and said with a smile: "How can this be?" I just want to ask, isn't this year's Iron Bone Zheng Zheng Sect going to recruit disciples?" "

It's not your turn to take care of Sandanmen."

Gu Mohuan pulled Ye Zixian away without looking back, staying here for one more minute would be more dangerous.

At the moment when the two left, many people also left the position of the ring, and the handsome boy who was confused among the mortals with a folding fan in one hand looked at the long sword behind Ye Zixian's back and knocked on the shoulder of the servant beside him, "Su Hui Zongmen and tell the head that there is a high-grade spiritual weapon born in Qingyang City." The

servant got up and was about to leave, but was pulled by this boy brother again, he looked at the sword and shook his head, "It is said that the acquired spirit treasure is born!"

He didn't know the details of the ancient sword Xuanyuan, but he knew that the sword was definitely not simple.

"Sister, why are we in such a hurry?"

Ye Zixian pulled Gu Mohuan's sleeve, and with every step, the scabbard behind his back would hit the ground, and he almost fell down several times.

"Someone is coming.

Gu Mohuan's face changed abruptly, on the main street, a person rushed out from behind, his body was weird, and he could only see afterimages with the naked eye, when Gu Mohuan spoke, the person's hand had already touched the hilt of Xuanyuan's sword.

Swish.

Sword wind automatic.

With a rapid sound of breaking the air, a little blood fell to the ground, along with a hand.

"Ahh

I saw that the person who touched the hilt of Xuanyuan's sword just now, his palm was cut off from his wrist, the wound was smooth and flat, and blood gushed out like a pillar.

He clutched his wrists, his body curled up, and he kept rolling on the ground.

The ancient sword Xuanyuan has a spirit, and those who do not approve of it, if they want to hold the sword, they will definitely be counterattacked.

Otherwise, such a precious acquired spirit treasure would not have been placed on the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain of the Amazing Immortal Sword Sect, and no one had taken it for so many years.

"Let's go.

Gu Mohuan glanced around, there were people moving in his direction, and they were all among the five sects, except for the people outside the side door, there were even people inside who exuded an aura that was even more terrifying than Han Ting.

Everyone looked at Gu Jian Xuanyuan greedily, she was clutching the corner of Ye Zixian's clothes, and the sweat in her palms had already wet the corners of his clothes.

People die for money, birds die for food, and such a treasure is too deadly.

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.