Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

The high priest's words were full of regret. He originally thought that there were too many grand masters in the Song Dynasty and keeping them would be a threat, so he chose to stab them in the back and eliminate the threat.

I thought that the remaining people could restrain Murong Longcheng and be hostile to each other.

But who could have imagined that Murong Longcheng was so strong that the three mid-stage grandmasters were no match for him. Any one of those three was as strong as him.

Xiao Yuanshan was slightly alarmed and asked hurriedly, "High Priest, could it be that Murong Longcheng wants to avenge Murong Bo?"

When he was preaching on Xishan Island, he took advantage of Murong Longcheng's inability to split himself and killed Murong Bo.

Now seven years have passed, and Murong Longcheng has not made any move. He still thought that Murong Longcheng no longer cared about his descendants.

Having avenged his wife, he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that Murong Longcheng would not let Feng'er go.

"maybe."

The high priest didn't know the reason, but he thought that only Murong Longcheng and Duan Siping could make him feel a sense of crisis.

He has no grudge against Duan Siping, so it must be Murong Longcheng.

"High Priest, my son has now reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm. Soon his Qi will be transformed into liquid and he will enter the realm of Half-Step Grandmaster.

I also ask the high priest to hold Murong Longcheng back. If he is defeated, let Feng'er leave.

Feng'er is still young. With his talent, it will be no problem for him to break through to the Grandmaster level within two to three years.

Give Feng'er some time, and my Liao Dynasty will have a top-level expert in charge for the next hundred years."

After Xiao Yuanshan finished speaking, he stared at the high priest. If the high priest was unwilling to resist Murong Longcheng, he would immediately let Feng'er escape.

When the high priest heard this, his eyes lit up. In just six or seven years, he broke through from the early stage of Grandmaster to the peak of Grandmaster, and his foundation was solid. This cultivation speed was really fast.

"What about you? You were already in the late Grandmaster stage when you returned to the Liao Dynasty. Have you made any progress in recent years?"

"High Priest, although you helped me resolve the conflict in practicing Shaolin's unique skills, I have made some progress over the past few years, but I am afraid that I will never achieve a breakthrough in my lifetime."

Although his physical problem was solved, he no longer had the energy to avenge his great hatred.

"Forget it. Go back and call your son. I will pass on my experience in achieving Grandmaster status and everything I've learned to him. The Liao Dynasty will depend on him from now on."

"Yes, High Priest." Xiao Yuanshan bowed respectfully and left.

After watching Xiao Yuanshan leave, the high priest sat in the courtyard looking at the endless grassland. Although the sun was at its zenith, he felt a sense of loneliness as if the sun was setting in the west.

Stroking the wolfskin in his hand, he whispered, "Old buddies, I've been with you all my life. Now I understand your mentality as you age."

After a long time, the high priest turned around and was about to go back to the cabin to organize what he had learned, but suddenly he saw a black dot coming from the west at a very fast speed.

As they got closer, the high priest was startled. "Flying? Could this person be at the celestial realm?"

According to historical records, those who can fly are either those who have comprehended a special state of mind like Li Canghai, or they are powerful celestial beings.

Moreover, ordinary powerful celestial beings cannot fly. They must comprehend the artistic conception to the second stage before they can fly with the help of the power of heaven and earth.

Two miles away, the high priest saw the face of the person coming and asked in confusion, "Jiang Weichen, how could it be him? He shouldn't have broken through. And even if he did, he shouldn't be able to fly."

Jiang Weichen was a figure who stirred up the world seven or eight years ago. Although he had never seen him in person, he had seen his portrait and recognized him at a glance.

He is still running on the ground now, how can this rising star have the qualifications to fly in the sky?

Although he had wings behind him, with the strength of his spiritual power, he could only fly for a short time. How could he fly so far?

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Weichen reached the top of the mountain and looked down at the high priest.

Such a condescending attitude made the high priest somewhat unhappy. "Jiang Weichen, since you have achieved the Grandmaster level, you should abide by the agreement. The Great Liao does not welcome you."

"Agreement? The weak follow the rules, the strong make the rules.

When I was weak, I had no choice but to follow other people's rules and become someone else's pawn.

Now that I'm powerful, if I can't do whatever I want and can only stay in one place, then what's the point of practicing?"

"How arrogant! How can a person like you who just achieved a breakthrough break the agreement made by nearly ten Grandmasters over a hundred years ago?"

"What a bullshit agreement! Didn't you blatantly break it seven years ago?"

"I got permission from the Song Dynasty. They invited me."

"Why did that idiot Chu Tiange invite you to the Song Dynasty? To deal with Murong Longcheng.

"But you went and stabbed me in the back, and you killed one and crippled another. You are a treacherous barbarian. Are you worthy of making an agreement with me?"

The high priest looked up at Jiang Weichen above him, feeling slightly angry, but thinking about how restless he had been in the last few days and how unsure he was of Jiang Weichen's strength, he refrained from taking action.

"Are you here to seek revenge on Chu Tiange? As far as I know, Chu Tiange and you have a conflict."

Jiang Weichen said disdainfully: "Chu Tiange? He is not worthy. If he doesn't die, I will do it myself."

The High Priest didn't know Jiang Weichen's intention for a moment, but when he heard Jiang Weichen say, "High Priest, I just broke through and I need an opponent to test my martial arts skills. And you defeated Qing Yunzi seven years ago, and he and I have a close relationship. Do you understand?"

"So you're here looking for a sparring partner. You're being a bit disrespectful."

I came to find him right after I broke through, but he is already in the middle stage of Grand Master.

Jiang Weichen stretched out his hand, and the Immortal-Slaying Sword from the Daoist Hall suddenly appeared in his hand. He said, "There's a price to pay for arrogance. I hope you can stand and talk to me later."

"Hmph, I don't know how you mastered the art of flying, but the difference in skill is obvious. I'll let you make the first move."

Although the Liao high priest said this, he took a defensive stance.

The reason why he let Jiang Weichen attack first was because he was not clear about his background. He planned to defend first and then attack after understanding his background.

If Jiang Weichen is not strong enough, he doesn't mind keeping him here.

"Defense?" Jiang Weichen sneered, his mind moved, and the power of his mind surged out.

There was peace within three feet around him, and the high priest's originally restless heart finally calmed down.

"What a powerful state of mind, it can actually affect others through the mind, and the scope is so wide.

However, Jiang Weichen is no fool. He is calm and at peace, which allows him to fully unleash his strength. Is Jiang Weichen aiding the enemy?

Before he could think any further, he saw Jiang Weichen above him swinging his sword.

"The body is driven by the mind, the mind is generated by the heart, and the heart is the center of the body. The second move of the Immortal Killing Sword is the Heart Locking Move!"

With a slash of the sword, a condensed sword energy went straight towards the high priest.

"Thinking of defeating me with a sword's energy is wishful thinking." The high priest sneered and was about to circulate his true energy to form a defensive罡气.

But suddenly, he was so frightened that he couldn't think for a moment.

There was a thought in his mind, but it could not be conveyed. The true energy in his dantian was silent and motionless.

I wanted to dodge in my heart, but my body didn't move.

"I can't control my own body? How could this be?" The high priest was terrified in his heart, but his expression did not change.

Looking at the sword energy getting closer and closer, the high priest was horrified and felt a strong sense of crisis.

He kept trying to circulate his internal energy to resist, but the true energy in his dantian showed no movement.

He wanted to dodge, but found that he could not control his body.

At the critical moment, he activated his spiritual consciousness and only then did he gain the strength to move his body.

He only had time to take two steps back before the slanting blade was already approaching him.

He was completely defenseless and his legs were cut off in an instant. His left leg began to tilt to the right from the base of the thigh.

The right leg also tilted to the right starting from the knee, and a smooth oblique cross-section emerged, followed by blood gushing out.

The high priest fell to the ground on the spot, and looking at his separated legs, he knew he was defeated.

If he had not taken two steps back at the last moment, he would have been split in half from his left shoulder to his right ribs, and died on the spot.

Jiang Weichen looked at the high priest who had fallen to the ground, although the high priest had finally regained some control of his body through his spiritual sense.

But Jiang Weichen was also very satisfied with the power of this sword technique. He believed that if he continued to improve it or his mind became stronger, the power would become even greater.

This was his own creation based on his understanding of the power of the mind and the three inner harmonies (the harmony of mind and intention, the harmony of intention and qi, and the harmony of qi and strength).

Once this move is used, before the knife even reaches the opponent, the opponent has been locked and his mind is shielded by the powerful mental force, making it impossible for his thoughts to be conveyed through his mind.

In this way, the other person's mind will be like being bound by heavy shackles, with his heart, intention, energy and strength separated from each other, and he will become a puppet with thoughts but unable to move.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" the high priest asked while enduring great pain.

"The Immortal-Slaying Sword, Heart-Locking Style!" Jiang Weichen replied calmly.

"Locking Heart Style...Locking Heart Style...it really lives up to its name."

"I lost, what do you want, sir?" The high priest knew that he had no chance of winning now.

Not to mention that he has lost his legs and can no longer move, and his fighting power is only one tenth of what it was.

He couldn't cope with the state of mind that was so bound.

Although he finally gained partial control of his body through his spiritual consciousness, the opponent's mental power was too strong, and he still couldn't mobilize his true energy smoothly and quickly.

He originally thought that the crisis came from Murong Longcheng, but he didn't expect it to come from Jiang Weichen, the grandmaster who had just broken through.

Jiang Weichen looked at the High Priest of Liao. He had no grudges against the High Priest of Liao.

The purpose of this trip was, firstly, to test whether the martial arts were effective, and secondly, to vent his anger on Qingyun.

Now that I've offended him, I'll just kill him.

Jiang Weichen was about to take action, but the high priest saw Jiang Weichen's murderous intent and was about to fight to the death.

But just then Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng arrived.

"High Priest, are you injured?" Xiao Yuanshan exclaimed and ran up quickly.

"Brother Jiang, High Priest, why are you fighting?" Xiao Feng asked.

"Brother Qiao, seven years ago, the High Priest backstabbed his ally and severely injured a close friend of mine. This was just his way of venting his anger."

Although Qiao Feng has now changed his name to Xiao Feng, Jiang Weichen is still used to calling him Brother Qiao.

"Alas." Xiao Feng sighed softly, stood aside and said no more.

Although he was a Khitan and the high priest had given him advice, Jiang Weichen's kindness to him was undoubtedly greater.

The skills he is practicing now were all passed down to him by Jiang Weichen.

The high priest looked at Xiao Feng and felt a little disappointed, but he was now half useless, and the Liao Kingdom would need a new grandmaster in the future.

Moreover, Xiao Feng and Jiang Weichen have a pretty good relationship, so perhaps this is his chance to survive.