The Qingfeng Holy Land floats in the clouds, with huge clouds supporting the towering peaks.

These peaks are transported by great supernatural monks in the holy land and fixed on the floating clouds.

With the peaks in the sky, the entire mountain gate was slowly floating, without a fixed position and could not be understood.

And among the clouds holding the mountain peaks, there are sometimes blue dragon shadows passing by.

This is the spiritual vein that turned into a dragon-shaped one captured by a great supernatural monk in the holy land by secret techniques.

The majestic spiritual energy emitted by the spiritual dragon nourishes the strange flowers and fairies in the holy land.

There are even spiritual beasts in the mountains that fight or absorb the rich spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

However, there were many monks in the mountain gate. Wu Jian walked for a long time but did not see any monk.

The Qingfeng Holy Land is vast, but there are only tens of thousands of disciples in the sect.

However, they are all talented and very insightful boys in Qingzhou.

Wu Jian came to a mountain that looked like a sword, and could faintly feel the entire mountain emitting sword energy.

"Aren't you an envoy outside? Why are you back?"

Suddenly, the sword-like mountain made a thick sound.

At the gate leading to the top of the mountain, the mountain peak exposes two small eyes and a mouth.

The tiny eyes and mouth completely do not match the size of this towering mountain.

"Shan Ling Bo! I'm going back to the mountain this time to report to my master."

Wu Jian's attitude was very respectful and he dared not have any pride in front of this mountain.

He still remembers that he first came to the holy land.

He was so arrogant that he was played with by this mountain spirit for a long time.

Even if he has reached the realm of transformation of the gods, he still cannot detect the strength of the mountain spirit.

I only know that as early as ten thousand years ago, this mountain had a mountain spirit.

"Okay! I'll send you up!"

Shan Ling finished speaking and the mountain rumbling.

A stone that was unknown size fell down with a bang, and it was extremely fast.

It was just falling down towards Wu Jian's head.

“…”

Wu Jian's face was speechless, and several black lines floated on his forehead.

This mountain spirit still likes to tease people!

Just as the stone was about to smash the sword without sword, it stopped.

Then, Shan Ling said in dissatisfied voice: "You old fried dough sticks are boring, I don't know when new people will come."

He likes to watch newcomers scream and scream when they are scared by him.

When Wu Jian first entered the mountain gate, he was so scared that he wet his pants.

Now...it's become much boring.

The stone stopped and Wu Jian stepped forward.

Then, he soared towards the top of the mountain very quickly.

Shan Ling's eyes and mouth slowly disappeared, turning into a quiet mountain peak like a sword.

"Master! Wu Jian wants to see you if you have something to do!"

Wu Jian came to a thatched hut, bent over and bowed, shouting loudly.

Cruff...the door of the thatched hut is open by itself.

A vicissitudes and deep voice came from inside and said, "Come in!"

Wu Jian walked in and saw his master sitting cross-legged on the cushion, holding the sword technique in his hand and watching.

The Sword Art is a very ordinary sword art. There is an eight spiritual stone book on the street stall outside.

However, Master Wujian looked very seriously, and from time to time he slightly brushed his snow-white beard.

"What's the matter?"

Gui Jian looked down at the sword technique, but did not look at Wu Jian.

In the next emblem, Wu Jian took out a scroll of painting from his arms and said, "Master! Please open the scroll and take a look."

"You boy! Why don't you understand the swordsmanship well? What should you do when you study the picture?"

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Gui Jian whispered a little and reached out to take the scroll.

Then, slowly open the scroll.

Wu Jian took a step back with a tactful look, not easily looking at the contents in the scroll.

"Oh... I can show the sword heart. It's interesting to have the sword heart strong enough to do it!"

When Gui Jian first looked at the picture scroll, he noticed the powerful sword heart emitting from the back of the mountain.

However, his realm was extremely high, but he did not shake his sword heart.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, Gui Jian's tone changed and he was surprised to find the invincible sword in the clouds.

The invincible sword that had first spread its sword light made Gui Jian feel like he was being provoked.

I am in the realm of Taoism, and I dare to provoke me if my mere kendo condensation shape is used?

A powerful sword intent burst out in Guijian's body, directly pressing back the invincible sword that had just revealed its sharp edge.

"Hahaha..."

Guijian easily suppressed the invincible sword, as if he had defeated an enemy, and was in a very refreshing mood.

At this time, he turned to Wu Jian and said, "This scroll is interesting, just..."

He wanted to say that this scroll wouldn't come back to tell him specifically.

Wu Jian could also guess what the master said later, and his face turned a little disappointed.

After all, if the master does not support this scroll, he is basically not sure to take it into his own hands.

Although Gui Jian doesn't like this painting, Gui Jian's level is high, he doesn't like it, and there is no sword to see it.

Wu Jian was just thinking about how to get his master to support him.

"Um!"

Suddenly, Gui Jian's tone increased.

It seemed that he had discovered something he ignored.

But the fact is that he discovered that the sword in the scroll with his back in the scabbard was pulled out a little.

It is different from the length of nearly one centimeter that Wu Jian saw at that time.

Guijian saw that the sword was drawn out one-sixth of its length directly.

The clouds in the scroll had already spread out in his eyes.

The sword exuding an invincible aura was completely revealed.

A powerful pressure rushed towards Guijian.

"drink!"

Gui Jian shouted lightly and shook his hand and sent Wu Jian out of the thatched hut.

He now knows why Wu Jian didn't look at the scroll.

He could withstand the pressure of the invincible sword at this moment.

But there is a high probability that there is no sword, and the sword heart is about to break.

With Gui Jian's whisper, the invincible sword burst out with layers of pressure and temporarily suppressed.

He just breathed a sigh of relief.

The sword on the back of the scroll was pulled out a few points again.

It has become two-sixths of the way out.

Gui Jian shouted loudly, his aura unfolded, and the sword energy soared into the sky, fighting against him from afar with his back in the scroll.

Clang... The momentum of the sword of Gui was raised, and the long sword on his back continued to pull out.

Three-sixths!
To be continued...