Daoxuan knew very well how difficult the ghost disasters that have emerged everywhere in the world in recent years have been. Even if he takes action in person, it will be difficult for many ghosts to be killed directly.

The main reason is that the ghost realm has declined for many years, and there are few spells targeting ghosts in various sects.

The only spells that can truly cause a blow to powerful ghosts in Qingyun Sect are the Divine Sword True Art of Thunder and the True Art of Killing Ghosts and Gods.

But as one of the four true masters of Qingyun, it is really not easy to practice. Not to mention many disciples, even the heads and elders of each peak, there are not many people who can use it.

Moreover, even if it is used, the consumption is extremely amazing and cannot become a conventional combat power, resulting in the inefficient efficiency of killing ghosts.

But just as he felt a little ghost energy from the other party's pagoda, he could vaguely know how powerful and terrifying the ghosts suppressed in it were.

Regardless of whether the other party relies on the power of magic weapons, it can reflect the strength of the other party's cultivation level.

To be honest, based on his years of experience, the many disciples who participated in the Seven-Chengyi Martial Arts Association this time are afraid that no one of them will be the opponent of Fahai.

But even though he knew that he would definitely lose, he did not refuse Fang's request to represent Tianyin Temple to participate in the Qizhihuiwu.

First, it is because it is indeed difficult to refuse, and second, it is because he is never afraid of failure!

In his heart, the Qingyun Sect, which has the Zhuxian Sword Formation, is beyond the reach of all the sects in the world. Even if the disciples are defeated by other sects, they will not affect his true background.

What's more, in his opinion, a temporary failure is nothing. On the contrary, if this failure inspired the Qingyun disciple's desire to strive forward, it would be a rare opportunity.

And if his Qingyun disciples eventually win the title, it will prove that his position as the leader of Qingyun’s righteous path will be better.

So, no matter whether you win or lose, the final result is a good thing for Qingyun, so why should he refuse?

Fang Qian didn't know that in just a few words, the Qingyun Master in front of him had already thought so much.

Anyway, it is important for him to complete the last temporary side mission, and at the moment the other party agreed, for him, this mission had been completed by 80%.

Because he was very confident, this time the seven veins of Qingyun Peaks would definitely be the first.

Even if he doesn't use space magical powers, even if he can suppress ghosts, his strength will be less than 50%.

The remaining strength is enough to defeat all opponents.

After the work was over, several people chatted in the Yuqing Hall for several words. Daoxuan sent a disciple with magic power and ordered him to take Fang Qian and the others to leave the hall, and found a room specifically used for guests to settle it in Tongtian Peak.

Fang Qian and the other two were not good guests, so they rarely stepped out of the guest room for several days in a row, but they just practiced quietly.

However, the news that Fang Qian was going to participate in the Seven-Meridian Martial Arts still spread throughout the Qingyun Peaks as if they had grown wings.

This is the first time in hundreds of years that foreign disciples have participated in the Seven-Meridian Martial Arts. No matter what the purpose is, it is inevitable that all disciples will be provocative.

For a time, many disciples who participated in the Seven-Meridian Martial Arts were all uneasy and were ready to teach this monk who was ignorant of his life and death a lesson.

Therefore, the word Fang Qian became a very reliable name for many Qingyun disciples.

However, the incident of his shock and retreating from the Spirit Lord that day also became a topic of discussion among countless people. However, most people do not believe that the existence of the Spirit Lord is, how could a disciple be shocked and retreating? But no matter what the matter is true or false, there is no groundlessness. Fang Qian's threat in the eyes of many Qingyun disciples has greatly increased.

In order to increase your confidence in victory, over the past few days, many disciples who signed up for the Seven-Meridian Martial Arts have strengthened their practice, and they can be seen practicing swords hard everywhere.

This also made some changes to the head and elders who were dissatisfied with the decision of Daoxuan to send his disciples to participate in the Seven-Chengzhi Martial Arts.

In the Dazhu Peak, Zhang Xiaofan heard that a senior brother named Fahai came to Qingyun in Tianyin Temple and wanted to participate in the Seven-Meridian Martial Arts Meeting. He unconsciously remembered the kind old monk who taught him the Great Brahma Prajna several years ago.

When it was late at night, in his sleep, he seemed to have returned to the small village full of blood a few years ago. His face became pale and ferocious. He unconsciously held the dark fire stick next to him tightly, and then slowly calmed down after feeling a cold breath.

On the edge of a cliff, a woman in blue clothes and cold as a fairy dances her sword under the moon.

This scene is beautiful but full of fierce murderous aura.

The seven-line martial arts are in power, and she will definitely win the first place. No one can stop it, including the sensation of the rumor, Fahai from Tianyin Temple.

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That morning, all the disciples who participated in the Seven-Meridian Martial Arts had arrived from each peak one after another.

From time to time, streams of different colors passed by the blue sky.

They landed in groups on the huge white jade square on the side of Tongtian Peak, standing in the clouds, but they really looked like a fairy party.

Fang Qian and Fa Xiang naturally waited here early.

However, the two of them were far apart from other Qingyun disciples.

Fa Xiang leaned into Fang Qian's ear and whispered: "Junior brother, it seems that the disciples of Qingyun Sect don't welcome us very much."

Fang Qian said disrespectfully: "If Qingyun disciples come to my Tianyin Temple to challenge him, do you think our brothers and sisters will give him a good look? It's just human nature, so don't care."

At this time, a clear voice sounded from the side, which scared the Dharma image.

"Senior brother is open-minded, but unfortunately, this is really inappropriate for senior brother."

But he saw a Qingyun disciple with beautiful facial features, wearing a long robe, twenty years old, holding a golden fan. Although he spoke to Fang Qian, his bright eyes were staring at the Jiuxuan Tower in Fang Qian's hand.

To be more precise, he was looking at the lifelike dragon pattern on the Jiuxuan Tower.

Fang Qian said calmly: "What's wrong with the little monk? I wonder if my junior brother has taught me?"

The man turned his gaze away for a moment and smiled slightly, "Senior Brother's move is to be an enemy of my disciples from Qingyun Peaks, so it is natural that I am not suitable. In my opinion, it is better for the senior brother to withdraw by himself, which will also make the friendship between you and me for many years. Of course, if the senior brother can borrow the magic weapon in my hand to me for a few days to watch, I will go through fire and water for my senior brother and run around to eliminate the common hatred of the many senior brothers of my school."

If it was not as expected, the dragon pattern on the pagoda in the other party's hand was most likely the ancient poisonous dragon that had been extinct for thousands of years. He was born to like strange beasts and fairies. If he could watch it for a few days, he would be very happy.

Fang Qian shook his head and said, "The magic weapon is the life and life of a person who cultivates the truth. How can he lend it to others? Besides, the little monk did not think that there was anything wrong with this move, let alone, it was also a blessing for the little monk to make his disciples from Qingyun Peaks an enemy of me."

His expression was calm and although he had no other intentions, he also showed a vague contempt for Qingyun's disciples.

But at this moment, a cold voice like glass suddenly sounded. When I looked up, I saw a female disciple dressed like snow and wearing a sky blue sword standing there proudly.

"I hope you can still be so confident in the ring."

After saying that, she left directly, without any drag, leaving only a slender and cold back.

The Qingyun disciple holding the fan looked at the female disciple's back with a daze, as he looked at the back of the female disciple leaving. He murmured to himself.

"Junior Sister Lu is still as charming as she looks, her beauty is unforgettable at first sight, and she misses her love every day."

Fang Qian's eyes flashed. It turned out to be Lu Xueqi. The meeting was really a bit sudden, but he said that in his heart, the mountains were still better.

At this time, a disciple from Tongtian Peak had already come on the sword and informed everyone in the square to go to Yuqing Hall.

Fang Qian then set off with Dharma Xiang and went to Yuqing Palace.

At this time, the man came back to his senses and hurriedly chased after him, saying, "Senior Brother, wait for me, so you don't have to quit. Just lend me the magic weapon for a few days. No matter what request you make, I Zeng Shushu will agree to you!"

Fang Qian didn't look back, not to mention that there were ghosts in the Jiuxuan Tower at this time that needed him to maintain his magic power to suppress it. Even if there was not, the Jiuxuan Tower was not something Zeng Shushu could take away.

It was because of the blood refining method that he could hold the Jiuxuan Tower in his palm as if nothing had happened. However, for others, the Jiuxuan Tower built with Xuanhuang Mother Gold as the core is almost like a mountain. In the blue clouds, it is impossible to take it away without the magic power of the Shangqing realm.

Along the way, Zeng Shushu kept lobbying, asking for, coercion and inducing various methods, but Fang Qian was indifferent.

Faxiang said from the side, "Young brother, you can't take away my junior brother Fahai's Jiuxuan Tower, so don't waste your energy."

Zeng Shushu had no choice but to give up, but he gave up the request to borrow it, but he went up and looked at it carefully. In his words, since he could not borrow it, it would be the same to see it here.

He looked left and right and felt more and more that the dragon pattern on the stepping on it was the ancient poisonous dragon, and it was not engraved, but it seemed that there was an ancient poisonous dragon here.

Seeing that he was even a little scared at the end, he couldn't help asking: "Your pagoda won't really refine an ancient poisonous dragon, right?"

Fang Qian looked at him in surprise. Although he had known that Zeng Shushu had a lot of research on strange beasts, he did not expect that he would be so profound.

He smiled and said, "I think you are so knowledgeable, so you might as well guess yourself."

Zeng Shushu was still trying to speak, but suddenly heard a roar, which scared him so much that he shook his whole body. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a giant figure drilling out of the green pool in front of him.

The wind and clouds change in the world in an instant, and the wind whistles.

But the water Qilin rushed out for some reason, showing his fierce aura.

The Qingyun disciples were so scared that their faces were pale by this horrifying aura.

However, when his huge eyes saw Fang Qian holding the Jiuxuan Tower, he suddenly became a little surprised and fearful.
Chapter completed!