She is devoted to cultivating immortality

Chapter 161: Appearance

The thunderclouds in the sky dissipated, and Xie Lian fell into a deep sleep under the tree.

If it weren't for the human head that was still oozing blood in the corner of the courtyard, everything that had happened before would seem as if nothing had ever happened.

It took Huanbao a long time to recover from the huge shock.

He naturally recognized the owner of the head, with striking red hair and a demonic aura. Who else could it be but the half-blooded immortal-demon who he had seen in Zhongzhou.

Huanbao felt a little sympathy in his heart, and he looked at the head and said in his heart: "With your strength and background, no one in the lower world would dare to control you even if you made a big move.

But unfortunately, I met the Emperor.

Alas, I can only say that it is the will of heaven. I have planted too many evil causes in the past, and now they are bearing the evil fruits. Every sip and every bite is my own fault. "

Huanbao sighed in his heart, but what he sighed about was not Shangji's death, but the fact that Shangji's death would inevitably involve more and bigger figures.

With the Emperor in front of them, of course those guys are the ones who are unlucky, but as a result.
The three realms of immortals, demons and humans are about to become even more chaotic.

Of course, these are not things that Huanbao needs to worry about.

"Today I am able to receive the calligraphy written by the Emperor himself, the wine brewed by him, and I am also able to see the Emperor's sword dance."

Huanbao sighed sincerely, "I'm afraid I've used up all my blessings and luck from ten or a hundred lifetimes. Yes, wine!"

Huanbao then remembered that he had not yet touched the glass of wine given to him by the Emperor.

This is also a supreme opportunity.

It is impossible to drink it now. The Emperor would be drunk and fall asleep after drinking half a jar. If I drink it right away, I would be courting death.

When you go back, dilute it hundreds or thousands of times with the finest spring water and then taste it slowly.

This glass of wine is probably enough for me to drink for thousands of years.

Huanbao took out a purple-gold gourd that was shining brightly from his storage bracelet and carefully poured all the wine in the glass into the gourd.

Looking at the wine and drinks that had spilled on the ground and were all soaked in dirt, he felt so heartbroken that he resisted the urge to use his spiritual power to absorb it all. He retreated respectfully to the door and left.

The two ordinary cultivators were still standing in the yard in a daze. It seemed that they had a close relationship with the Emperor. Huanbao wanted to make friends with them, but he was afraid of disturbing the Emperor's sleep, so he could only wait until the next time they had the chance.

Jiang Yi and Zhong Shenxiu were still standing there in a daze, like two stone sculptures.

Suddenly Jiang Yi's expression changed, and he quickly took out a communication jade slip from his storage bracelet.

After the inspection was completed, his whole handsome face lit up immediately.

He knelt on the ground respectfully and kowtowed three times to the sleeping Xie Lian.

"Thank you for your help, senior..."

Afterwards, a look of shame and worry appeared on his face.

Blame yourself, it’s all your own fault.

Just as the master said, as a chess piece you should have the awareness of being a chess piece. How can you have an overview of the overall situation when you are in the game, and how can you know the intentions of the person playing chess.

Alas, my poor performance this time will definitely make me lose a lot of points in the eyes of my seniors.

I don’t know if I can make up for it in the future.

At the same time, Jiang Yi also completely understood what level of person Senior Xie was.

There are probably not many people in the world who can compare with Senior Xie.

Jiang Yi stood up with mixed feelings, took Zhong Shenxiu and left without disturbing his senior's rest.

Zhong Shenxiu was like a man possessed by a demon. His eyes were blank and he only kept repeating one sentence: "If I could see this sword dance in my lifetime, I would die without regrets."

When everyone had left, the small courtyard became quiet.

The old peach tree gently lowered its branches to block the sunlight from the sky for Xie Lian, and Anu squatted beside it, holding the little white fox.

Xie Lian was sleeping soundly, with a smile occasionally appearing on his lips.

The little red bird gently fanned Xie Lian, staring at her soft and beautiful profile, and gradually, his eyes became infatuated.

No one noticed, somewhere in the corner.

The hideous head filled with evil spirit shrank as if it was melting, and turned into a pool of black water that quickly seeped into the soil.

Not long after, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

The red-haired young man who was the old demon was actually dead? !

Just like that, he was beheaded by a black sword blade that appeared out of nowhere? !
Everyone in the field stood there in a daze for half a cup of tea.

Until an excited Wusheng Dao Palace disciple stood up tremblingly and shouted: "The evil demon is dead! The evil demon is dead!"

Everyone woke up from their dream.

There was a strange light in Youtu's beautiful eyes hiding in the darkness, and her face was full of undisguised admiration and obsession.

Although the person who killed Shang Ji did not show up, that half of the sword blade was extremely familiar to You Tu.

It is clearly the Great Dark Sky Demon Sword, the supreme magic weapon that the Emperor used to conquer the Nine Heavens!

"A single sword cuts through thousands of miles of territory and kills a powerful demon god."

You Tu smiled like a flower and said softly, "As expected of the Emperor."

The onlookers' head monks swallowed hard and looked at each other with horror and shock in their eyes.

The previous breath was like the end of the world, and the next breath was suddenly clear and sunny.

It feels to them as if the world is just a painting or a chessboard.

To someone it's just like smearing some color or taking away a chess piece.
To them, it was a terrifying thing, like the ever-changing world and the transformation of immortals and demons.

A cultivator spoke with difficulty, "It is easy to kill the Immortal King-level evil demon with just one sword. The person who did it... must be at least an Immortal Lord-level powerhouse."

Hearing the word "Immortal Lord", all the cultivators couldn't help but tremble violently.

These two words were too far away for them, just like a sparrow on the ground suddenly hearing the name of the phoenix.

"Do you think this person is the one that Sect Leader Wusheng mentioned? The true founder of Wusheng Dao Palace?"

Someone spoke.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes began to flicker.

If it is true that there is such a big shot standing behind it, then the importance of Wusheng Dao Palace will have to be reconsidered.

Soon someone helped them answer this question.

The young man in green in the sky was looking towards the south with a respectful look on his face.

Kneel down and kowtow in the void.

The identity of the person who could make Emperor Wusheng kowtow is self-evident.

The expressions of the monks watching on had complicated expressions for a moment.

"When I return this time, I must report this to the sect leader."

"The Wusheng Dao Palace has produced a genius like the Wusheng Emperor, and with the support of powerful people, its rise is unstoppable!"

But when I think of the scene where the Wusheng Dao Palace had united to fight against the evil spirits, I feel...
The rise of Wusheng Dao Palace is really justified.

"You're not leaving yet?"

In the sky, the young man in green clothes spoke indifferently to someone who was standing there stupidly and had not yet recovered from his shock, "Are you waiting for the second sword of my Sect Master?"

Lin Ping'an woke up as if from a dream, and felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Even the red-haired young man didn't even bother to hide the corpse of the old demon, and turned around and flew away.

At this moment, the demonic calamity in Wusheng Dao Palace and the entire Zhongzhou cultivation world was finally eliminated.

All the monks in the field breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man in green fell from the sky. Sect Leader Wusheng hurried over and asked in a puzzled voice after getting close, "Ancestor, why didn't you wait for the Supreme to kill the demon with one more sword...but instead reminded him to run away?"

The young man in green shirt smiled softly and replied: "Do you think the Supreme will use the second sword? I was just scaring him...hahaha"

Sect Leader Wusheng was stunned for a moment.
Lin Pingan ran like crazy.

My mind was full of memories of the scene when the red-haired young man and the old demon Shangji died.

A sword.

Just like that, a sudden sword, without any fancy moves, came out from the void and chopped off all three heads of Shangji at once.

Lin Ping'an felt as if the man was just sitting there casually at first, and accidentally glanced at a bug on the ground, so he grabbed the sword and stabbed the annoying bug to death with a light stab.

So casual.

When the sword pierced out from the void, Lin Ping'an felt that it looked familiar, and when it retracted, he finally remembered it.

It was that sword, the sword held in the hand of the man he saw in the courtyard!
A chill emerged from Lin Ping'an's tailbone, rushed up wildly, and instantly spread throughout his body, making him feel cold all over.

Boundless fear surged up like a tide, and Lin Pingan could feel his heart trembling violently.

He spanned thousands of miles of territory and wiped out the true body of the devil with a single sword. His strength was only slightly inferior to that of the immortal king, and he was still at a time when the strength of the human world was suppressed by the way of heaven.

That person's cultivation level should be.
Lin Ping'an's pupils suddenly contracted.

"A high-ranking Immortal Lord! Or even an Immortal Emperor?!"

Lin Ping'an's entire back was soaked with cold sweat, his face was pale, and he was filled with fear.

That person could easily kill Shangji with one sword, so killing him would probably be as easy as crushing an ant.

"With her level of cultivation, it is impossible for her not to be able to see our bloodline and deduce our background, but Shangji is still dead, which means she doesn't care about our identity and background at all.

What Shangji and I have always relied on is like a joke in her eyes!"

Lin Ping'an looked panic-stricken, like a stray dog, and just ran away.

Suddenly, Lin Ping'an stopped abruptly and stood there in a daze.

"She released us and sent us the demon fairy to help us recover our cultivation. But when Shangji and I were acting recklessly, she killed Shangji with her own hands and let me go."

"I think I understand what she means."

Lin Ping'an's eyes were dazed, and the lofty, indifferent figure holding the sword seemed to appear before his eyes again. He murmured softly, "Does she want to tell me?"

"I'll let you out, and you'll be obedient. If you don't behave, you'll die!"

Lin Ping'an shuddered suddenly, with a look of great horror and fear in his eyes. He glanced fearfully behind him and above his head, then fled in panic.

Xie Lian rubbed his brows and climbed out of bed.

He stared out the window for a long time, then a look of helplessness and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"How long have I been drunk?"

Fragmented memories of my hangover slowly came back to me.

"I was drunk. I first knocked on the bowl and recited a poem, then I danced with a sword. It seemed like there was thunder and rain."

Xie Lian couldn't help but grab the thin blanket beside him to cover his face, howling in despair: "What have I done?"

It's so embarrassing!

Thinking of Huanbao, Jiang Yi, and Zhong Shenxiu, who were there at the time, staring blankly at him as he acted drunkenly, Xie Lian felt so ashamed that he wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into and never come out again.

From now on, Senior Xie will be too embarrassed to face people.

Senior Xie got out of bed miserably, and slowly floated into the yard with a look of despair on his face.

I thought I would see a mess, but unexpectedly I found that the table, dishes and other things had been put away.

"Did Jiang Yi and the others pack this up before they left?"

Xie Lian muttered in confusion, then realized that it was not the case.

Anu was standing on a small stool and drying clothes in the corner of the yard.

Xie Lian hurried over, picked Anu up from the bench, patted Anu’s little head, and praised her with surprise and relief: “Anu is so good, Anu has grown up.”

Anu had a confused expression on his face. He glanced at a little red bird perched on the treetop without saying anything.

"Okay, okay, go and have fun, and leave the rest to me."

Anu said "oh" and stood aside obediently.

Xie Lian looked at the freshly washed clothes in his hands, his eyes moistened slightly, and he sighed in his heart with a sense of relief and bitterness like an old father: "Anu has really grown up."

Look at these clothes, they are much cleaner than those washed by myself.

It’s really hard for Anu, she is still so young.

At this time, A'nu, who was standing by and watching Xie Lian drying his clothes, suddenly remembered something and said to Xie Lian, "Master, those two people who often come here to eat for free told me to tell you that they have to go back and come back later."

Jiang Yi and Zhong Shenxiu? !
Xie Lian was stunned for a moment, and then a slightly complicated look appeared on his face.

It looks like the two of them have finally figured it out and are ready to go back and practice hard, right?

Although this was the wisest decision they had made and the one they wanted to see the most, they still felt a little reluctant when they thought that it would be difficult to see these two rare gems in the world of cultivation again.

"All good things must come to an end. There is a gap between immortals and mortals. Xie Lian, you are obsessed..."

Xie Lian sighed softly, said "I know" to Anu and said nothing more.

After hanging the clothes out to dry, Xie Lian was sweeping the yard to see if there was anything else he needed to do. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a corner of the yard. His eyes lit up immediately and he let out a soft "Huh".

Xie Lian took two steps at a time and walked to the courtyard wall.

I saw a short dark green sprout emerging from the land beside the wall. There were still a few drops of morning dew on the sprout, which looked particularly lovely.

“It’s finally sprouted!”

Xie Lian was quite surprised.

This was where she had planted those strange seeds earlier.

I didn't expect that after waking up from being drunk, it actually survived and sprouted.

It looks like the love between the seniors is also beginning to sprout.

Xie Lian looked at the small sprout with great satisfaction, loosened the soil and watered it twice.

After digging up the soil on both sides and taking a look, I found that the other two seeds had dried up and rotted.

"Fortunately, I managed to grow one..."

Xie Lian was also quite satisfied.

Unfortunately, he didn't see that on the old peach tree behind him, a little red bird was staring at him, grinning foolishly at the tender buds, with a look of resentment that almost dripped out of it. Zhongzhou, Tiandao Sect.

The leader of the Tiandao Sect, Zhenren Wenxin, stood respectfully in front of a person and saluted him.

"The cultivator from the lower sect of Tiandao Sect greets Master Qingming Sword Immortal."

The latter looked indifferent and nodded slightly.

This was a middle-aged man who looked to be about thirty years old. He was wearing a green robe and standing with his hands behind his back.

He has an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are extremely bright and his eyebrows are also different from those of ordinary people.

Just like two sharp swords, they give people a sense of being sharp and inviolable.
The Taoist priest is filled with awe.

He had heard from the immortals of the upper sect that the person in front of him was a big shot whose reputation was well-known even in the upper realm.

Although he is not an immortal king, he is comparable to one, and even many immortal kings regard him as their peer.

Moreover, the two evil demons that were wreaking havoc in Zhongzhou this time were suppressed and sealed by him personally.

This is also the reason why this person came down to the mortal world in person to deal with this mess.

The middle-aged man with sword-like eyebrows said calmly: "Where are those two people now? Is there any news?"

When Wenxin Taoist heard this, he suddenly looked embarrassed and stammered, unable to speak.

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Don't you even know where they are?"

As the middle-aged man frowned, the air in the room seemed to become cold and sharp.

Taoist Wenxin felt as if countless sharp swords were pressing against his vital points all over his body, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

The Taoist Wenxin replied reluctantly: "Reporting to the Sword Immortal, one of the two evil demons is already dead, and we really don't know where the other one is..."

"what?!"

Upon hearing the answer from Wenxin Laodao, the middle-aged man was immediately shocked and asked, "What did you say? Say it again? One of the evil demons is dead?"

"Correct."

The Taoist priest lowered his body even lower and replied, "I saw it with my own eyes. Not only me, but many people present also saw it with their own eyes."

"Which evil demon died? Tell me quickly."

"The image of a red-haired young man, who acts wildly and tyrannically, and can transform into a demon body with three heads and six arms."

"The red-haired guy is the top guy..."

Lu Qingming was stunned for a moment. Even though his sword heart had been honed for tens of thousands of years, he trembled violently when he heard the news.

“The three-headed, six-armed demon body… It seems that Shangji has made a breakthrough in the past 100,000 years and achieved the body of a demon god.

With his bloodline aptitude, he could have broken through the Devil God Realm and escaped even if attacked by an ordinary Immortal Lord. How could he have died so easily?"

Lu Qingming frowned and asked in a deep voice, "How did the evil demon die? At whose hands did he die?"

Taoist Wenxin felt the tingling and oppressive feeling all over his body become more severe, and quickly replied: "He was killed by a sword. The person who attacked him has not shown his face, but he should be closely related to Wusheng Dao Palace. He seems to be the master of Emperor Wusheng."

"The Great Emperor Wusheng?"

Lu Qingming frowned and said, "Are you talking about Xue Wusheng? The magic weapon he used is an immortal treasure-level chessboard?"

The Taoist priest Wenxin nodded and said, "It should be this person. Does the Sword Immortal know him?"

Lu Qingming said calmly: "Xue Wusheng is the most outstanding person in Shangqingzhou in the past tens of thousands of years. After ascending to heaven, he joined the Langya Chess Sect. When he joined the sect, he caused a stir in the Langya Chess Sect.

A thousand years ago, I saw him cross the border from the Heavenly Immortal Realm and kill an Immortal King in battle, and I still have a good impression of him."

When the Taoist Wenxin heard this, he was slightly shocked and thought to himself that Emperor Wusheng was truly a rare hero. Even in the upper realm, he was still an outstanding figure.

However, Lu Qingming's eyes flickered as he thought in his heart.

“That Shangji was born to the Eight Extremes Immortal Lord and a ghost mother from the demon world. Even I didn’t dare to kill him back then.

He can afford to offend the Eight Extremes Immortal Lord and the Demon Realm Ghost Mother, and can easily kill the upper extreme of the Demon God Realm. This person must also be an Immortal Lord of the Immortal Realm, and a powerful veteran..."

"Swordsman? Could it be Beilan Sword Master? Rumor has it that he and Baji Immortal Master have a long-standing grudge, so it's not impossible for him to suddenly attack..."

"But Xue Wusheng has only been in the upper realm for tens of thousands of years, and he is still on the path of learning Taoism through chess. How could he be related to Beilan Sword Master?"

Many doubts arose in Lu Qingming's mind.

After thinking for a while, he asked the Taoist priest Wenxin, "Is the body of the evil demon still there?"

If he could see with his own eyes the scars and sword energy left on Shangji's body, he would probably be able to guess the identity of the person who attacked him.

The Taoist priest wiped his sweat and replied carefully: "The corpse of the demon was taken away by the people of Wusheng Dao Palace. Now it should have been taken to the upper realm by the Emperor Wusheng."

Is it such a coincidence?
Lu Qingming frowned, nodded and said to Wenxin Laodao: "Okay, I understand."

Taoist Wenxin just breathed a sigh of relief, but when he looked up, he was shocked to find that the sword immortal in front of him had disappeared.

Lu Qingming shuttled through the void step by step, his speed was hundreds of times faster than a fleeting shadow.

Vast stretches of rivers, mountains and seas passed by his feet, and he was lost in thought.

"I came to the lower world this time just for Shangji and Lin Pingan. Although Shangji is dead now, Lin Pingan is still in the human world, which is somewhat of a hidden danger. Now that I have come down, I can just capture him and bring him back to the upper world..."

"And there's that mysterious Immortal Lord. Once Shangji dies, Baji Immortal Lord may not have any reaction, but that crazy woman in the Demon Realm will definitely make a scene.
By then, he will surely make another move, and we can see his true colors.”

Lu Qingming made up his mind, so he released his spiritual sense and began to search the land of Zhongzhou.

The direction he was heading was the southern border.

"I sealed Shangji and Lin Pingan in the southern border. Maybe he will hide back in the southern border."

Lu Qingming was suddenly touched, and whispered to himself: "I wonder if the inheritance I left in the southern border has been revealed or obtained by anyone."

Thinking of this, Lu Qingming couldn't help but increase his speed a little bit.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up and he stopped abruptly.

Lu Qingming stared at a certain place below him and murmured, "What an amazing and outstanding sword intent. Although the aura is weak, this sword intent has the aura of pointing directly to the great way..."

"Such a talented swordsman has emerged from the Southern Territory? Let's go and take a look."

Lu Qingming's eyes lit up, and he pressed down his escape light and fled downwards.

Zhong Shenxiu swung his sword calmly, and the monster in front of him, whose strength was close to the Divine Transformation Realm, did not even have time to show fear in its eyes.

The huge monster's body was silently split into two halves and fell on the spot.

Zhong Shenxiu put away his sword, his expression indifferent, as if he had not just killed a demon beast whose strength was one major realm higher than his, but just done a very trivial thing.

"The mountains are one, the rivers are one, the sky is one, the earth is one, the sword is one"

Zhong Shenxiu's eyes showed a look of enlightenment, and he murmured: "After seeing Senior Xie's stunning sword dance, my understanding of the one-word sword art taught by Senior Xie has become even deeper..."

Thinking of the earth-shattering sword dance that Senior Xie had performed a few days ago after getting drunk and stirring up the heavens, Zhong Shenxiu couldn't help but reveal a deep yearning and admiration on his face.

"I really don't know when I can catch up with my predecessors."

Zhong Shenxiu sighed lightly, gathered his thoughts, and was about to collect the corpse of the monster he had just killed.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and sharp sword energy burst out from his body. He stared at someone in front of him and shouted coldly, "Who are you?"

In front of Zhong Shenxiu, he saw a middle-aged man in a green robe standing beside the corpse of the demon god he had just killed, looking around, as if he was looking at something.

Hearing Zhong Shenxiu's words, the man turned around, his eyes glowed with strange light, and he looked at Zhong Shenxiu and said, "Did you kill this monster?"
Zhong Shenxiu stared at the man in front of him.

He had no way of seeing through this man's level of cultivation, and the faint sword intent emanating from this man actually caused Zhong Shenxiu's sword heart to beat vigorously, wanting to resonate with it.

It's really unbelievable.

Zhong Shenxiu was immediately certain in his heart that this person must be a sword cultivator, and a super sword cultivator whose strength and sword attainments were far superior to his.

Zhong Shenxiu's spiritual power flowed through the flying sword, the sword intent was contained but not released, his lips were tightly pursed, and he stared at the other party closely.

Lu Qingming looked at Zhong Shenxiu's expression and shook his head helplessly, so he asked again: "Did you kill this monster?"

Zhong Shenxiu didn't know what the other party meant, so he said in a deep voice: "I killed it. Could it be that this monster was raised by your family?"

When Lu Qingming heard this, he immediately laughed, thought for a moment and said to Zhong Shenxiu: "You are right, this monster is raised by me."

Zhong Shenxiu frowned, and before he could open his mouth, he saw Lu Qingming stretch out his right hand and grab him.

In an instant, Zhong Shenxiu felt as if the whole world had darkened.

The only thing left in his eyes was the hand that covered the sky and the sun.

Zhong Shenxiu's face suddenly changed and he kept backing away.

This terrifying force
Immortal, this person is definitely an immortal from the upper realm!

Why would the immortals from the upper realms bother a mere Fuyao cultivator like me for no reason? !

Zhong Shenxiu had no time to think about this question, as the terrifying pressure had already descended upon him.

Zhong Shenxiu had nowhere to retreat, and suddenly a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and the flying sword that had been waiting to be fired suddenly came out of its sheath.

There is no need to retreat anymore if there is no way to retreat!

Zhong Shenxiu's face was ferocious. He gathered all his strength and slashed with the sword fiercely, and a voice in his heart roared.

"Even if the immortals from the upper realm want to kill me, I, Zhong Shenxiu, will deliver this sword before I die."

"Otherwise, I, Zhong Shenxiu, am not worthy of being a sword cultivator! I am not worthy of being Senior Xie's student!"

"Open it for me!"

Zhong Shenxiu's sword light drew a mysterious trajectory in the void. Although the sword intent and sword energy on the sword were insignificant compared to the terrifying sky-covering hand, they were like dust on the ground.

But he managed to tear a small gap in its terrifying aura.

Lu Qingming's eyes suddenly lit up, and a surprised smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. As soon as he withdrew his hand, the great terror between heaven and earth disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Whoohoo-"

Zhong Shenxiu was covered in sweat and his face was pale, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

He looked at the mysterious middle-aged man in front of him with doubt and couldn't help asking, "Who are you?"

Lu Qingming stared at Zhong Shenxiu with a burning gaze, as if he was looking at a rare gem, and couldn't help but admire: "I didn't expect that there would be such a wonderful sword art in the human world. What's more rare is that this sword art was created by a mere Fuyao cultivator like you.
Could it be that God didn't want you, a piece of unpolished jade, to be buried in the dust, so he specially sent you to me?
Tsk tsk tsk, what a coincidence."

Zhong Shenxiu frowned, took two steps back quietly, and asked cautiously: "What do you mean? What do you want to do?"

"Ha ha.."

Lu Qingming laughed, looked at Zhong Shenxiu and said, "Boy, do you want to become my disciple?"

Zhong Shenxiu was stunned for a moment before he understood.

It turned out that this mysterious man appeared out of nowhere and attacked him for no reason, and he actually wanted to take him as his disciple.

After a brief consideration, Zhong Shenxiu replied, "Senior, I already have a master."

Lu Qingming casually asked: "Who is your master?"

Zhong Shenxiu said: "I am a disciple of the Wuliang Sword Sect of Zhongzhou, and my ancestor is the Baihe Sword Immortal from the upper realm."

"I was wondering who he was, it turns out he was Xiao Baihe's Taoist sect"

After hearing this, Lu Qingming sneered, and then said to Zhong Shenxiu word by word with great seriousness: "Boy, let me tell you now. With your talent in swordsmanship, Xiao Baihe is not worthy of teaching you.

If you become my disciple, I can tell you with confidence that within a hundred thousand years, even Xiao Baihe himself will have to bow down before your sword.

Now, are you still willing to become my disciple?"

When Zhong Shenxiu heard this, his face was immediately moved.

To be able to mention their Wuliang Sword Sect's Baihe Patriarch so casually, with a hint of contempt in his words, this person's status in the upper realm is very high.
Could it be that he is much higher than Baihe Patriarch? !
Lu Qingming stood with his hands behind his back, and seeing the shock on Zhong Shenxiu's face, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This sword cultivator was so naturally gifted that even he couldn't help but admire his talent, and he even used Xiao Baihe as a stepping stone to elevate himself.

If this matter were to get out, Xiao Baihe would probably be so angry that his face would turn green and he would come up to him with a sword in hand to fight him.

But it's worth it for the fine material and beautiful jade in front of me!

Presumably, this little Fuyao monk was shocked by his own status and would bow down to him.

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But the smile on Lu Qingming's face didn't last long, Zhong Shenxiu shook his head and said, "Senior, forget it."

what? !

Lu Qingming frowned immediately and said, "Are you afraid of being branded as a traitor to your master?

If this is the case, you don't need to worry.

Xiao Baihe's sword tradition is not suitable for you, and he is not capable of teaching you. I can take you to see Xiao Baihe in person, and I believe he will realize this when he sees you."

In order to dispel the last bit of worry in Zhong Shenxiu's heart, Lu Qingming tried his best to persuade him.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Shenxiu still shook his head resolutely, and replied in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Thank you for your kindness, but forget about becoming my disciple."

"you"

Lu Qingming was so angry that he laughed, and the aura around him became cold.

He is a dignified Qingming Sword Immortal. He has escaped unscathed from the hands of Immortal Lord-level strongmen more than once with the body of an Immortal King. He is not an Immortal Lord, but he is better than an Immortal Lord.

There are countless people in the entire fairy world crying and shouting, wanting to become his disciple.

Now he is not hesitating to lower his status and has said so much to a minor cultivator from the lower realm, but the other party is still stubborn and refuses to become his disciple. Isn't this shameless?

Lu Qingming sneered angrily: "Boy, do you know who I am?"

Zhong Shenxiu calmly shook his head and said, "I don't know, and I don't want to know. No matter how great you are, I will not become your disciple."

Lu Qingming was not angry this time, but felt a little strange, and couldn't help asking: "Why is this?"

"because."

Zhong Shenxiu looked up at a certain direction in the sky, his eyes were far-reaching, and he murmured in a low voice with longing: "I have seen dragons and snakes dancing, but why would I miss fish and shrimps playing."

I have seen dragons and snakes dancing in the sky, so how could I be greedy for the scene of fish and shrimps playing in the river before my eyes?

After these words were spoken, Lu Qingming stood there in a daze, then his face began to tremble slightly and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The veins on his forehead began to bulge, and he was so angry that he was about to explode!

He was the famous Qingming Sword Immortal in the fairy world, the top fairy king, yet he had to humble himself and beg a small mortal cultivator to be his disciple.

As a result, the latter not only refused several times, but also compared his swordsmanship to fish and shrimp in the river? !

crazy? !
Either I am crazy or the guy in front of me is crazy!

Lu Qingming's face turned pale, and he had the urge to slap Zhong Shenxiu, the fool, to death on the spot.
(End of this chapter)