I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 220: Is this number fifty-seven on the Tiger Cub Monument?
Jiao Nu hasn't come to Baiyujing for several days.

Chen Zhian stood in the Kaiyang Palace with a frown on his face, gazing at the vast Baiyujing in the distance.

Clouds were curling in Baiyujing, Fu Tingjun was sitting in the clouds, and the light of Guanghan Tower was shining on him.

Ever since Chen Zhian opened up the second floor of Guanghan Tower, the moonlight shining from the tower has become much more effective in healing injuries to the soul.

The moonlight shines through the clouds and mist, continuously falling on Fu Tingjun's body.

Fu Tingjun, who originally only had a wisp of divine energy left, has now had his divine energy incarnate become more solid. Thick lines of divine energy can be seen flowing slowly under his scales.

Perhaps after some time, he would be able to transform his spiritual essence into his primordial spirit, and from then on he would not have to be trapped in this Baiyujing. With the help of Wuju Tower, Fu Tingjun would be able to enter the world from Baiyujing.

In the Kaiyang Palace, purple clouds linger and the Huangting rises and falls.

Old Huang Liang and the ranger were each in a ball of purple air, closing their eyes to comprehend the skills and magical powers.

There was some worry between Chen Zhian's brows.

Ever since Jiao Nu was extradited to Baiyujing by Nan Liujing.

Jiao Nu would come to Baiyujing almost every day, using the Purple Qi and Yellow Court to study magical skills.

Sometimes when I feel tired and want to relax, I will go for a walk in Kunlun Lake.

But these few days... Chen Zhian still couldn't see the incarnation of Jiao Nu, and he didn't know where he had gone.

Fortunately, in the southern scene, there were still wisps of sunlight flowing away, reaching into the void and disappearing.

Chen Zhian knew that this was the bond between Nan Liujing and Jiao Nu.

The bond is still there, so Jiao Nu should still be alive.

"I don't know where Jiao Nu went."

After Chen Zhian thought for a while, he sat down cross-legged, and a new heavenly skill emerged in his mind.

[I am a cocoon].

"I see sentient beings as lightning in the sky, and sentient beings see me as smoke in the water."

"Strip off the skin to save the wick, weave the empty flowers to make a cocoon to sleep."

“Only when you break out of your cocoon will you realize that you are the face in the mirror of others.”

"The thirty-two characteristics envelop the essence of the spirit, and the formless Sanskrit words fish for the universe."

……

The fourth prince found the strange broken sword in the palace.

In addition to the Big Dipper Flowing Fire magical power, the Broken Sword also has this heavenly skill.

Chen Zhian obtained the martial arts technique, but he could not figure out what level it was. It was obscure and difficult to understand, and mysterious.

That is why Chen Zhian came to Kaiyangque in person.

He sat cross-legged in the Kaiyang Palace, and the rich purple air and Huangting quietly fell into his mind.

However, Chen Zhian constantly simulated and comprehended the [Self-image Cocoon] technique in his mind.

"This heavenly skill is quite strange. It seems to be of no grade or level, but it seems to be extremely mysterious and contains the true great way."

This Tiangong technique is based on the thirty-two aspects of Buddhism, and seems to have incorporated many Taoist concepts of dreaming about butterflies and transforming into cocoons, to construct this technique used for camouflage.

"Break the ego and preserve the true nature..."

He closed his eyes tightly, and reproduced all the mysteries of this technique in his mind, and then he understood them one by one.

But the more he comprehended it, the more he felt that this technique was mysterious.

It seemed to contain some kind of truth, and also seemed to be the foundation of some mysterious great way, which greatly surprised Chen Zhian.

"This technique actually has four levels, each one more mysterious than the last..."

As Chen Zhian discovered the extraordinary aspects of this technique.

In the Kaiyang Palace, purple air and yellow air surged towards Chen Zhian like waves.

Old Huang Liang and Lin Ting opened their eyes and looked at Chen Zhian.

But he only saw Chen Zhian sitting in the center of the palace, with thick purple and yellow air surging towards him and then completely disappearing around his body.

Chen Zhian kept his eyes closed from beginning to end, without moving at all.

"What kind of skills is this Chang'an guest trying to comprehend? He actually needs so much purple energy and yellow court?"

Old Huang Liang was a little surprised.

What surprised him even more was that Chen Zhian's talent was so extraordinary that he could actually attract so much purple energy and yellow court.

Lin Ting, who was not far away, also stood up.

The blush on his brow seemed even redder, and he exuded some mysterious magical powers, as if he had gained something from the Kaiyang Palace.

Lin Ting looked at Chen Zhian carefully.

He saw with his own eyes that Chen Zhian's breathing rate suddenly changed, and then lines appeared on his exposed skin.

Those lines are fragmented yet full of mystery, as if they were some unique kind of writing.

The next moment.

Lin Ting's expression changed a little.

Chen Zhian was clearly sitting in the Kaiyang Palace, not far from him. He could see Chen Zhian with his eyes, but despite the strength of his spiritual energy, he was unable to detect Chen Zhian's existence.

It was as if Chen Zhian had completely disappeared into the void!
Old Huang Liang's cultivation is extremely high, far beyond the reach of ordinary people with extraordinary talents.

Even though his soul was injured, it was still as bright and dazzling as the sun.

But even with such a soul, under Old Huang Liang's perception, although Chen Zhian's breath did not completely disappear, it became vague.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Old Huang Liang was very surprised.

Lin Ting looked at Chen Zhian and became more and more in awe of Bai Yujing.

This Baiyujing is indeed mysterious. The skills practiced by this guest from Chang'an are so profound that they are probably not inferior to those of the Taoist masters.

He thought this in his mind and continued to meditate.

With the help of the Purple Qi Huangting in the Kaiyang Palace, he continued to hone his supernatural powers and swordsmanship.

Old Huang Liang also wanted to practice, but he seemed to sense something, his expression changed slightly, and he suddenly disappeared in the Kaiyang Palace.

Only at this time did Chen Zhian slowly open his eyes.

He realized that his breath was like the sea, like the clouds, and like everything that existed in the world, perfectly blending into it.

"My cocoon is at the first level, [Heaven and Earth Cocoon]."

"It's just like the Changri Anyin Sutra that I practiced before, but the level and effect are much better."

Chen Zhian felt the wonder of this technique. Once it was put into practice, his Yuanguan and innate fetal palace seemed to become completely silent, as if they did not exist.

In addition to this, even his own aura was completely concealed, as if he was wrapped in a layer of cocoon of heaven and earth.

"It's just this technique, the first level."

In Chen Zhian's mind, the purple air and yellow sky were still rising and sinking.

But his current cultivation base was too shallow, and he couldn't even simulate the second level in his mind. Even if he had extraordinary comprehension, vast amounts of purple energy and Huangting, they couldn't allow him to go any further.

However, others have discovered some secrets from the many mysteries of the martial arts.

"When I reach the second level of the cocoon, [Color Cocoon], I can change my skeletal texture and appearance, and completely transform into another person."

Chen Zhian just felt frightened.

There are countless magical powers in the world.

But generally speaking, an increase in cultivation means that bones, skin, flesh and fascia become tougher and harder.

Except for those who have achieved great success and can fundamentally change their bones, flesh, and appearance to a certain extent, the rest of the Tianque cultivators still need to rely on supernatural powers.

Supernatural powers can always be understood.

However, this [Color Cocoon] transcends the supernatural powers and is a method of a higher level, which can be described as extremely mysterious.

"I'm still a little bit away from the color cocoon."

Chen Zhian let out a long breath, feeling a lot of regret in his heart.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the Fengchan Terrace.

There are deep secrets hidden in the Fengshan Terrace, and it seems to be somewhat related to Baiyujing.

Because of this, when the Fengshan Terrace cracked, he was able to harness the power of the Fengshan Terrace and drive away the king in black clothes with just a finger.

"What a pity... If I were in the Fengshan Terrace, I could use the great power there, and perhaps I could understand this cocoon of self."

His father and mother are still in the Fengshan Terrace. When his cultivation level is higher, perhaps he can try to explore the mystery of the Fengshan Terrace and see if he can open it again.

When he thought about this, he felt even more fortunate.

“I didn’t expect that I would get such a benefit from the Fourth Prince’s invitation.”

The Big Dipper Flowing Fire Divine Ability was already extremely powerful. For Chen Zhian, who had an excellent talent in swordsmanship, it was a great opportunity.

And this cocoon of mine seems to be a greater opportunity.

"And that broken sword... There are deeper secrets hidden in the broken sword. We need to find a way to get it."

Chen Zhian was thinking in his mind while looking at Lin Ting.

Lin Ting was also surrounded by a lot of purple air, and several mysterious runes kept jumping around him.

Chen Zhian sensed this rune and was secretly frightened.

"As expected of the third person in the Young Tiger Monument, even though he is only at the Xuanfu realm, the power that can be unleashed by these few magical powers alone is almost as great as that of Li Bodu, who has comprehended some opportunities of the dragon veins."

When Li Bodu was fighting with Chen Zhian, he had already entered the Heavenly Palace realm, which was the sixth level of Yuque cultivation.

Lin Tingyuque is at the fifth level of Xuanfu realm, which is much stronger than Li Bodu, which surprised Chen Zhian.

Lin Ting was practicing, and Chen Zhian did not disturb him and quietly left Baiyujing.

He looked at the sky. It was the end of the Si hour and the sky was bright.

Chen Zhian walked out of the yard, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky again.

The second snow of winter came so quietly.

Chen Zhian ignored the falling snow and went all the way to Yinhe Tower.

The reason why he went to Yinhe Tower was because early this morning, Ji Chengyuan, the Grand Secretary of Zhongji Palace, specially sent an old servant from his family to ask Chen Zhian to go to Yinhe Tower at noon today.

Chen Zhian was not too surprised when Mr. Ji invited him.

Long before, Chen Zhian had promised Mr. Ji that he would give him a poem.

But later something unexpected happened, and Chen Zhian's parents moved away, so Chen Zhian had no choice but to go out again to Xuan Tianjing to deliver the sword.

After all, the promise was never fulfilled.

But to Chen Zhian's surprise, Mr. Ji had always had a reputation for being simple and honest, and asking him to meet him in Yinhe Tower seemed a little inconsistent with Mr. Ji's personality.

After all, Yinhe Tower is one of the most luxurious places in the huge Xuantian Capital.

A meal would cost twenty to thirty taels, or even two or three hundred taels of silver.

Even though Mr. Ji was the Grand Secretary of Zhongji Palace, he could not afford to eat at Yinhe Tower just relying on his salary.

"Mr. Ji met me twice. He helped me gain fame once and helped me the other time. I still owe him a poem... I'll go to Yinhe Tower today and I'll treat him to a meal."

Chen Zhian thought to himself, but then he remembered that it was Mr. Ji who invited him today, and it seemed unreasonable for him to pay the bill himself, for fear of hurting Mr. Ji's reputation.

So he didn't worry too much and walked towards Yinhe Tower.

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In the Yinhe Tower.

Old Ji’s hair has turned gray, and his eyes, which used to be deep and clear, have become a little cloudy.

He was dressed in a scholar's robe and had a tall hat on his head, which showed a bit of the elegance of a noble scholar.

Sitting opposite him was Yang Heyin.

Speaking of which, Yang Heyin is almost older than Ji Lao.

But Yang Heyin's face looked like a young man in his early thirties, except for his eyes which seemed a little weathered.

The two disciples, Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue, knelt side by side and poured tea for the two from time to time.

Ji Chengyuan looked at Yang Heyin and said with a sigh, "It has been many years since we last met. I am already very old and I am afraid I don't have many days left to live.

But looking at you, you are getting younger and younger... I guess without the burden of your dying breath, your old ailments have recovered a lot, or... your cultivation has reached a higher level."

Yang Heyin looked at the flowing Huanglong River in the distance, his eyes filled with a sigh: "Daxi is my homeland after all. I tried to save the situation, but it was ultimately difficult to stop the collapse of the building... Daxi has never been a burden to me. It's a pity that I am not an immortal from Dayu. I never climbed the Riding Whale Monument when I was young. I did achieve some success in my cultivation, but I could not change the trend of the world after all."

He sighed like this.

But Mr. Ji smiled and said, "There are only ten people in the world who can carve words on the ninth stele. Ten people carved fourteen words. My old friend... you are one of them. How can you be modest by saying 'some achievements'?"

Su Zhenxue and Ji Bai lowered their heads and listened in loneliness.

When Mr. Ji mentioned the words engraved on the ninth stele, they also looked proud.

After all, even though the world is vast and there are countless powerful people, there are only ten people who can carve words on the ninth monument.

They are disciples of the person who carved the characters, and they feel very proud of it.

At this time, Old Ji turned around, glanced at Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue, and there was a hint of sigh in his eyes.

“Looking at the family tree, my Ji family from Shuangzhuzhou also migrated here from Daxi more than 240 years ago.

The former Daxiji family, today's Lvding Kingdom royal family, is the main branch of our Shuangzhuzhou."

Ji Bai stood up and saluted Ji Chengyuan: "When I came here this time, several old people in the palace also told me that there is another Ji family bloodline in the court of Dayu, and that is the Grand Secretary."

He bowed respectfully, then stood up and looked out the window, as if the vast Xuantian Capital was all within his sight.

"Old Ji... why do you need to stay in Xuantianjing? I have been traveling all this way and I feel that Dayu has no vitality at all. It is full of decadence and is not as good as Lu Ding and Liang Qi.

Although you are a senior scholar of Zhongji Palace in Xuantianjing, you have no real power... Instead of wasting time here, it is better to go to Liangqi State and govern the newly born Liangqi together with my elders."

Ji Bai gave sincere advice.

Ji Chengyuan's eyes flashed with fatigue, and he shook his head and said, "The world is in chaos, isn't it the same wherever you go?
I am already old, and traveling by boat and carriage is a waste of time... Besides, Daxi is dead, and four decades have made us real Yu people. How can I leave this land where I was born and raised?"

Everyone fell silent.

Ji Bai didn't say anything more.

As the few people drank tea, Mr. Ji's eyes were always on the lamp and on the bright moon that evoked the day.

At this time, Yang Heyin was staring at a piece of Luoshen paper on the table.

A poem was written on the paper in a flamboyant style.

Yang Heyin read it over and over again, with a look of growing melancholy in his eyes.

"Poems like this... were really written by a young man?" Yang Heyin asked carefully, his tone full of sighs and some admiration in his eyes.

Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue were curious.

However, the two of them knew etiquette and did not peek.

Yang Heyin looked at it for a long time before handing the paper to Su Zhenxue.

Su Zhenxue took the Luoshen paper, read it carefully, and looked shocked.

A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, who is afraid? A raincoat will protect you from the rain and mist for the rest of your life. Looking back at the desolate place, I return, neither wind nor rain nor clear.

This piece of poetry is filled with unrestrainedness, as if the writer is detached from the world and has already seen the truth.

But this person happened to be a young man on the Tiger Cub Monument.

This made Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue a little dazed for a moment.

"It's Chen Zhian again..."

They had seen this name countless times along the way. Yesterday they saw the changing of the list on the Young Tiger Monument, and also saw the poem left by Chen Zhian in the Yinhe Tower.

Today, my respected teacher met Mr. Ji. I didn’t expect that Chen Zhian had written more than one poem.

The old Daxi Dynasty has a long history, and the Daxi literati are also very good at poetry and prose. I don’t know how many poets it has produced.

Later, Daxi collapsed and its national destiny was destroyed, but its history and culture were passed down through the Three Kingdoms and were never interrupted.

Among the elders such as Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue, there were also those who were immersed in poetry.

Poetry expresses one's character and mood, and is sometimes beneficial to one's self-cultivation... However, the poetry written by their elders is far inferior to these two poems by Chen Zhian.

That's why the two young men were so surprised.

"This Chen Zhian is a strange man. I wonder what he looks like."

Su Zhenxue was curious.

But on the stairs not far away, a young man was walking slowly.

The young man was dressed in black, tall, with a calm face and handsome eyes and brows.

He walked over slowly, and Mr. Ji finally smiled.

"Mr. Ji."

Chen Zhian bowed to the old man.

Ji Chengyuan nodded slightly and motioned Chen Zhian to sit down.

Chen Zhian nodded to the others and then took his seat.

"This Master Yang... is an old friend of mine, and the other two are his disciples."

Introduction by Mr. Ji.

This time it was Chen Zhian's turn to be surprised.

Is this young man in white a close friend of Mr. Ji? Otherwise, how could he be so young?

These two young men...

Chen Zhian glanced over, and his eyes finally changed a little.

The two young people, a man and a woman, were of extraordinary bearing, and seemed to exude an aura as towering as mountains and as tranquil as the starry sky, which made him a little unable to see through them for a moment.

"Stronger than Li Guiwan and Yan Hemian!"

Chen Zhian was surprised.

Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue were even more surprised.

They had expected Chen Zhian to be young, but they never thought that Chen Zhian was so young.

Moreover, it seems that Chen Zhian is not only talented in poetry. The aura on his body is extremely sharp, just like a sword. It seems to be integrated with the sword intent and the knife intent, making the sword intent they have cultivated also stir.

"Can fifty-seven on the Tiger Cub Monument be so powerful?"

Ji Bai secretly clicked his tongue.

Su Zhenxue was not arrogant and personally poured tea for Chen Zhian.

"There is nothing important in inviting you here today, but it is because Master Yang wants to take a look at you, a young poet."

Mr. Ji smiled at him.

Chen Zhian smiled and said, "Mr. Ji has a friend coming from afar, and it would be impolite if there were no younger generation to pour tea for him."

He naturally took the teacup and poured tea for Master Yang himself.

Master Yang smiled at him and was about to speak.

Ji Lao, who was standing by, glanced at Chen Zhian and asked, "Old friend...I'm afraid it was many years ago that you last came to Dayu.

Today you have traveled through many states and prefectures and come to Xuan Tianjing in person. I wonder what you have seen along the way?"

Master Yang drank his tea and looked at Ji Bai.

Ji Bai smiled, showing some nobility: "Old Ji, Dayu has vast mountains and rivers, abundant resources, and countless powerful people. We came from the South China Sea and all the way to Xuantianjing, and all we saw was a prosperous scene."

Ji Chengyuan remained silent.

Yang Heyin looked at Su Zhenxue again.

Su Zhenxue thought for a few moments, frowned, and said, "Mr. Ji asked, and Senior Brother Ji was afraid of making Mr. Ji worry, so he was a little reserved in his words..."

"The three of us came from the South China Sea and passed through thirteen states along the way. Most of them are rich places in the south, but it's not a good idea to go there."

"Hmm?" Mr. Ji continued to ask, "Why is one bad?"

Su Zhenxue smiled and said, "The Great Breath was divided into three parts. After more than forty years, Liangqi State has barely established order, but there are still many evil things and many evil demons.

My father ascended to the position of prime minister in order to reform Liangqi! To prohibit those evil things and eliminate those evil demons. "

When she said this, the smile on her face dimmed a little, and she said with emotion: "It's a pity that the Liangqi Kingdom's ancestral temple is so powerful, and it is surrounded by mountains and obstacles at a glance, making it difficult to carry out reforms.

I was influenced by my father and also got to know some evil ways.

In the thirteen prefectures of Dayu, I have witnessed many bloody incidents, even worse than the chaotic Liangqi and Luding."

Ji Chengyuan and Chen Zhi listened quietly.

Su Zhenxue said: "I once saw someone in Nanhaizhou refining mermen to explore the vast South China Sea and gain spiritual nourishment."

"I once saw a huge locust tree in Jianghuaizhou that blocked out the sun and covered a town with its aura. The people in the town lived in a dream, and their energy fed the locust tree's growth."

"I once saw someone using the blood of living people to fertilize the soil in the medicinal fields of Qingchuan Prefecture, so that the medicinal fields could grow better medicinal herbs."

"Even in Heshangzhou, not far from Xuantianjing, someone is using a mineral vein to refine rare gold, and a steady stream of miners are being transported there... It doesn't take so many miners to mine the ore."

……

Su Zhenxue told the story slowly and leisurely.

Master Yang did not stop him.

There was more fatigue in Ji Chengyuan's cloudy eyes.

The old man's already short stature seemed even shorter.

Chen Zhian remained calm, as if he hadn't heard it.

Su Zhenxue saw Chen Zhian's expression and thought that Chen Zhian came from a noble family in Dayu and might be doing something like this.

Ji Bai's expression remained unchanged as well, as if he had gotten used to it. After all, Lü Dingguo's ancestral temple was also rampant. In this day and age, if he showed too much mercy, he would probably not be able to protect the ancestral temple and the country's destiny.

This private room suddenly became quiet.

After a long while, Ji Chengyuan seemed to regret asking the three people about what they had seen along the way.

He shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to forget these things, but he couldn't forget them after all, so he could only sigh and said to Master Yang: "Remember the last time you came to Xiuba Mountain, you asked me... Will the world become a better place?"

"At that time, I was still young and full of passion. I wanted to use my pen and my humble cultivation to bring about changes in Dayu and make life better for the people of the world.

So I tell you, this world will definitely get better and better. The iron horses and cloud eagles of Dali cannot pass Beihuang Mountain. The prosperity of Daqian is only temporary and will never surpass Dayu. And this world will get better and better. "

"I still remember that you just shook your head at me without saying a word."

"Now that I think about it, the unfathomable look on your face at that time was clearly telling me... this world will not get better."

Ji Chengyuan's breath was turbid, and the light in his eyes became dimmer.

Chen Zhian was a little worried.

Master Yang sighed, "I have lived a fairly long life, and have seen many nations fall, and many people become homeless... I have also seen Daqian figure out the true Dao, and understand that human life and human blood... are the greatest treasures in this world.

At that time, I knew that the world would be in chaos and would fall into the abyss...How many heroes of the past would perish, and the inheritance of countless Zhongzheng would be cut off. From then on, the world would become a demonic prison, and no one would be able to escape!"

He spoke all these words in a serious tone.

Chen Zhian seemed to realize something and looked up at the poem engraved on the chandelier in Yinhe Tower.

Ji Chengyuan listened to Master Yang's words, and his eyes showed more resentment: "Daqian! Daqian! Daqian has made the world fall into the evil way..."

The old man muttered to himself: "Daqian started a trend of cannibalism, sweeping the whole world... Many of the noble families in Dayu are also like this. Now that it has become a foregone conclusion, how can we change it?"

Several people were silent.

Suddenly, a sword energy flashed across Chen Zhian's body, which seemed to contain murderous intent.

The others didn't notice it.

Only Yang Heyin's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Chen Zhian and asked, "Young friend Chen, are you a swordsman?"

Chen Zhian replied: "I practice both sword and knife."

"Sword and saber training together?"

Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue looked at each other, some confusion in their eyes.

The ways of swords and sabers are extremely different. If you don't immerse yourself in one of them, it will be difficult to understand the true meaning, and even more difficult to understand the [spirit] and [heart].

After counting the years, the only person who practiced sword and sword and was unrivaled in sword and sword skills was the old prince of Daxi, whose words were engraved on the ninth stele.

This Chen Zhian is a man of extraordinary courage, why is he so unwise?
Yang Heyin was also a little surprised, but he remembered his Beidou Liuguang magical power and the remaining sword energy in Xu Yuchan's sword light on Xiuba Mountain.

Then he was even more surprised.

"Can I see Mr. Chen's knife and sword?" he asked.

Chen Zhian had already vaguely guessed this person's identity, and remembered that his Beidou Liuguang inheritance might have come from this person, so it was not impossible.

He just flicked his sleeves slightly, and a knife and a sword appeared in his hands.

Clouds of energy were flowing on the silver-white sword, and wisps of sword energy were crisscrossing, making it look extremely sharp.

Looking at the knife again, it seemed as if fire was burning on the blade. Even though they were several steps away, they could still feel the heat.

"These knives and swords are all forged swords. This Chen Zhian is very wealthy."

Su Zhenxue thought to herself.

Yang Heyin was about to speak, but his expression changed slightly and he looked out the window.

But outside the window, I saw the banks of the Huanglong River.

Two Taoists came out from the snow.

Although the Taoist priest was already old, his aura was as deep as the abyss, unfathomable.

The other Taoist was a young man who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. He wore a green Taoist robe, with a hint of fatigue in the depths of his eyes, and his expression was as cold as frost.

The young man looked up at Chen Zhian who was sitting by the window.

Chen Zhian sensed the young Taoist's gaze and turned to look.

All of a sudden, a fierce aura emanated from the young Taoist, and his long breathing was like waves, making sounds like thunder.

The rich true energy rushed straight into the sky, turned into thick fog, melted the ice and snow, and fell around Chen Zhian.

Su Zhenxue frowned slightly and was about to take action.

Yang Heyin cast a glance at Su Zhenxue, and the aura on Su Zhenxue suddenly dissipated.

Ji Lao was a little unhappy, but he saw the old Taoist again: "Daoxuanshan Guanyangzi..."

So Mr. Ji thought about it and decided not to take any action, but just guarded against the old Taoist.

The young Taoist's aura had completely fallen on Chen Zhian.

This mysterious energy caused ripples in the void, and the powerful spirit split the void.

“Daoxuanzong Chixuanzi!”

Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue had already recognized this young man, but now there was a hint of surprise on their faces!
"Chi Xuanzi is ranked 27th on the Tiger Cub Monument. Logically, he shouldn't be so powerful..."

Su Zhenxue was very surprised.

Ji Bai suddenly remembered something.

“It is rumored that Daoxuan Sect’s Chixuanzi has completely achieved [Chixuan], his bones have been elevated, and his talent has become even more extraordinary… Even the third-ranked Ranger Lin Ting in the Young Tiger Monument has gone to Daoxuan Mountain and made an agreement with Chixuanzi!
So... the rumor is true."

He suddenly felt worried.

He was ranked thirteenth on the Tiger Cub Monument, one row lower than Su Zhenxue.

If Chi Xuanzi really is [Chi Xuan], I'm afraid he will have to move back one level again when the list of the young tiger monument is changed in a few days.

At this moment, as Chi Xuanzi's aura became more and more powerful, it seemed to lock the void, trying to damage Chen Zhian's spirit and cause his Yuanguan to crack!

Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue each had their own thoughts, wondering how long Chen Zhian could hold on.

But at this moment, Chen Zhian showed a slight smile on his face, nodded to Ji Lao and Yang Heyin and said, "Excuse me, junior."

He trailed off.

Yunchuan's long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, a flash of light flashed, and it pierced straight into the void.

In a moment!

Several stars fell from the sky, and the arrangement of the stars was like the handle of the Big Dipper. They turned into numerous sword lights and fell on Yunchuan's long sword!

Another mighty and mighty true essence burst out from Chen Zhian's Yuanguan, and the sword intent of Yunchuan's long sword surged out! The sword intent was layered, as if there were nine layers of heaven!

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Wherever the sword energy went, thunder-like roars were heard in the void!

The sword light is like starlight, sharp and unmatched!

Chi Xuanzi's energy was pierced in the blink of an eye.

But Chi Xuanzi's expression remained unchanged, and his mighty aura was still pressing down on him.

Chen Zhian remained calm and suddenly drew his sword!

The chapter of Mountains and Rivers!
Cut mountains and rivers with one blade!

Wherever the long sword points, the sword intent is murderous, just like the cold winter in December, and there are sword shadows all over the mountains and rivers that cross over, killing through the terrifying aura between heaven and earth!
The surroundings became clear again.

Chen Zhian sheathed his sword, and the Yunchuan sword flew out of the sky and fell into the scabbard.

However, Chi Xuanzi's energy had been wiped out by Chen Zhian's sword.

"Ninth level of sword intent."

"Ninth level of sword intent."

"At the fifth level of the Xiantian realm, why is the true essence so abundant?"

"Is this the fifty-seventh line on the Tiger Cub Monument?"

Even Ji Bai and Su Zhenxue, who were in the top fifteen on the Tiger Cub Monument, couldn't help but take a deep breath!
On the banks of the Huanglong River, snowflakes were still falling gently, landing on the shoulders of the two Taoists.

Guan Yangzi's face was as black as ink.

There was a look of even more fatigue in Chi Xuanzi's eyes, but he was afraid that Guan Yangzi would notice, so he hid it deeply in his eyes.

A smile appeared on Yang Heyin's face. He didn't look at Chen Zhian, but looked at Xiu Bashan instead.

"The things at the foot of Xiuba Mountain, wouldn't it be more suitable for Chen Zhian to take them?"

(End of this chapter)