Sheng Fu

Chapter 418

After the meal, Mr. Yuwen thanked him and left.

In the north, Yunya Mountain.

The War God Sect stands on the top of the mountain, wanting to compare itself with the sky.

It was snowing heavily outside the house, and inside, Gu Qinghao and the heads of various sects gathered together to slaughter cattle and sheep. Although the banquet was not exquisite, it was rich enough.

Gu Qinghao was dressed in Tsing Yi, with a calm demeanor, talking with everyone.

Could it be that it hasn't been long since his death, and the face of this rising star is still somewhat tired.

Those who come here are all second-rate sects in the practice world, and even some capable people and strangers from Zhengxiong Mountain.

If it wasn't for the sudden rise of the God of War Sect and lack of qualifications, more people would come here.

Practitioners still recognize Qingyun Order in their bones.

However, the Hengchang Sect was powerful, Juntian Sect and Nanshan Sword Sect were mature and prudent, which made the Qingyun Order in Gu Qinghao's hands not enough.

At the foot of the mountain, goose feathers and heavy snow fluttered, and the surrounding area was covered with snow for thousands of miles.

A blue-clothed swordsman stood here, with a three-foot long sword in his hand shining brightly, and the sword energy spread across a radius of one mile. The already cold winter became even colder.

Yu Wenjun looked at this swordsman with great interest. He was about forty years old, with a refined and handsome appearance and slender arms. He was a passable sword blank.

He has never seen this person before, but he doesn't care about this person's origin, there are many masters in the world that he has never seen.

The blue-clothed swordsman said: "Gu Qinghao can't die, let's see where His Highness comes and goes."

Yu Wenjun asked curiously: "How did you know that I'm going to kill someone?"

The blue-clothed swordsman frowned, ready to fight, even though he had Guiyuan cultivation, he still didn't dare to be careless, because his opponent was Yu Wenjun.

Said in a deep voice: "Many people died at the hands of Xie Yiming, and Gu Qinghao holds the Qingyun Token, and there are many points of disagreement with His Highness. It is reasonable for His Highness to want to kill him. Once Gu Qinghao dies, If no one is in charge of the Qingyun Order, many sects in the north and south will lose their positions, and His Highness will offend the entire cultivation world, is this reason enough?"

Yu Wenjun said with a playful smile: "It seems that it is not enough, Gu Qinghao is bound to let many practitioners arrive at the battlefield of the demon realm, remove some obstacles for the temple army, and many practitioners will die in vain, but he has always cared about the temple .”

"As for who will be in charge of the Qingyun Order, I think Li Huaiyi, one of the Seven Laws, is very good."

In the past, Li Huaiyi's younger brother lost to Gu Qinghao, but this is not important, the important thing is that Li Huaiyi is more than enough to control Qingyun Ling, and the Taixuan Sect is also a majestic mountain in the northern practice world.

The blue-clothed swordsman said: "If you act like this, you will break the rules, and the Qingyun Order is no longer the belief of practitioners. Now that your highness has gained a lot of power, why should you be so aggressive?"

Yu Wenjun chuckled lightly and said, "Show your sword."

The swordsman in blue was not polite, he kicked the ground with his back foot, stepped forward with one step, and reached Yu Wenjun's throat with one strike.

Yu Wenjun took a step back slightly, but the sword was pressing on him step by step.

The blue-clothed swordsman's heart is like still water, he has been waiting here for this sword for a long time, since many people died, he has been brewing this sword all the time.

Yu Wenjun was a little embarrassed, and had no choice but to use the dragon shadow clone to offset the killing power of this sword.

The blue-clothed swordsman turned his head, Yu Wenjun waved his sleeves, and two blue dragons rushed towards him.

The sound of the dragon's chant surged and flourished in the wind and snow, crushing it with the force of a tsunami.

The green-clothed swordsman's sword qi crisscrossed, dozens of bright sword qi slammed, and two strong blue dragons were cut into pieces of different sizes. The green-clothed swordsman charged up, and three sword qi burst out, attacking Yuwen Jun Shangsan road.

Yu Wenjun propped up his body to protect his body.

Loudly!
There was a large ripple on the protective qi, and then it shattered with a bang, and the swordsman in green shirt struck again with a sword, directly approaching Yu Wenjun's throat, without any extra sword power.

Every move and every move, after careful deduction and calculation, are all killer moves!
Yu Wenjun was slightly annoyed, and showed Mingfeng Duannian, holding the knife with one hand, blocking it in front of his throat.

The tip of the sword touched Duan Nian's spine, and there was a clear and crisp sound of golden swords when it collided. The wave of true vitality pervaded the air, and the surrounding wind and snow were overwhelming, and many towering trees rose from the ground and fluttered in the air.

Yuwen Jun smiled peacefully: "Although I have never heard of you, your sword is very good."

The blue-clothed swordsman was indifferent to this, and stabbed with his sword obliquely, pointing directly at Yu Wenjun's eyebrows.

Yu Wenjun swept out with a knife, and the swords fought. A huge force was transmitted to the arm of the swordsman in blue shirt, and then penetrated to the shoulder of the swordsman in blue shirt. He was marching towards the internal organs, like an iron horse.

The blue-clothed swordsman jumped up lightly, his arms shook suddenly, and a muffled sound exploded in mid-air, in order to get rid of Yu Wenjun's dark energy.

Yu Wenjun is not a swordsman, let alone a swordsman. In his hands, the famous Feng Duan Nian is just a magic weapon that is swaggering across the market, but it does not affect Yu Wen Jun's domineering power to control Duan Nian and crush his opponents head-on.

In close combat, the blue-shirted swordsman is not the enemy of Yu Wenjun.

Most swordsmen follow the light and agile style, and there are few heavy swords without fronts.

The blue-clothed swordsman gathered his true energy, and the twelve clones flashed out quickly, encircling Yu Wenjun.

Then, twelve sword shadows emerged, and the sword qi screamed to break through the wind and snow.

Yu Wenjun frowned, and the next moment, twelve sword shadows fell down at the speed of light with the momentum of thunder. The power of the sword can break the sea, control the mountains and rivers, and pierce the sky.

boom……

Yu Wenjun propped up a field, and within the field, a black dragon guarded it.

Outside the field, the sword energy descended, colliding with brilliant true essence runes, and the sword was like a spirit snake, pressing across all directions.

However, no matter what, it is still impossible to break through this field.

The blue-clothed swordsman was not at all surprised when he saw this, even though he had unleashed his strongest ultimate move.

The power of space is the supernatural power of the dragon race, and no one can do it. With such a field blessing, Yu Wenjun is invincible.

The blue-clothed swordsman burned his essence, blood and essence, and was about to unleash his last sword.

After this sword strike, Yu Wenjun's field may or may not be broken, but the swordsman in blue will return to the nine heavens.

This is a mortal sword!
Suddenly, the blue-clothed swordsman's neck felt cold, cold sweat oozes from his back, and his vital energy quickly dissipated.

A palm-sized Xuepeng hung above the head of the blue-clothed swordsman.

Yu Wenjun dispersed the field, withdrew his thoughts, looked at the blue-clothed swordsman and said, "I have seen your persistence to the Qingyun Order and your persistence in your belief in practice."

"Gu Qinghao won't die this time, your sword is really extraordinary."

The blue-clothed swordsman thought he heard it wrong, and stared at Yu Wenjun dumbfounded.

Puzzled: "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Whether it's a field trip in the rivers and lakes or a famous family, these practitioners are either selfish or fearless in their bones, but they always want to show off their abilities in some places.

After much deliberation, Yaoyu Land is a very good occasion.

Perhaps Gu Qinghao's intentions were not right, and he became a lackey in the temple.

It can be seen that this blue-clothed swordsman is so persistent, Yu Wenjun thought, even if Gu Qinghao holds Qingyun Token, once he deviates from the bottom line of the practice world, he will die at the hands of this swordsman, or other swordsmen hand.

Yu Wenjun said: "I already know what you think in your heart, and what the people behind you think in their minds. At least Gu Qinghao has won the hearts of the people for the time being, and Qingyun Ling really can't be tarnished."

The swordsman in blue was thoughtful, and just about to say something, Yu Wenjun turned around and left with Xuepeng.

The swordsman withdrew his long sword, made a bow with both hands, and bowed deeply to the back of His Royal Highness Longzu, and did not get up for a long time.

Gu Qinghao couldn't kill him, at least temporarily.

How should Yu Wenjun defile himself?
This is something worth thinking about, who can have the weight of Gu Qinghao?

Now the relationship with the temple is still acceptable, and the officials can't kill them.

It is not a good thing to show great power, Yu Wenjun knows this well.

Yu Wenjun suddenly laughed. He never thought that one day he would deliberately leave some clues so that the literati and officials could vent.

How about flirting with a good woman?Thinking about it carefully, this is really disgraceful, and Peiyao might not be happy when she finds out.

In the wind and snow, Yu Wenjun walked against the wind, while thinking carefully about how to defile himself, before he knew it, he approached the boundary of Zhengxiong Mountain.

A young man walked out of this mountain with his suitcase and sword on his back.

The youth is none other than Wang Boye.

It was an unreasonable move by Yu Wenjun in Qingshui Village on a whim in the past.

Wang Boye has a calm and resolute face, he came from a poor family, and has a positive heart. His talent can only be said to be ordinary, but he has been away for a few years, and now he has a mid-term cultivation base.

It seems that the chances in Zhengxiong Mountain are pretty good.

Such a level of cultivation might be vulnerable to celebrities, but if he returns to the imperial capital or goes to other states and counties, he can use his mid-term cultivation level to win a miscellaneous general, and his subordinates can control a group of mobs.

Compared with all the misery in Qingshui Village in the past, such a prospect can be regarded as a realization of a class transition.

Of course, Wang Boye has seen the world now, so naturally he would not have such thoughts in his mind.

Yu Wenjun did not go forward to meet Wang Boye, the young people returning home, tasting more loneliness on the road is also growth.

With a slight movement in his mind, he crossed the void and returned to Hengchangzong.

In the room, Jing Peiyao sat cross-legged, hugging her yuan to guard her body, and Ziwei's true yuan was released slightly.

With a feeling in my heart, I opened my eyes and saw that Yu Wenjun was smiling at her.

Jing Peiyao pursed her lips and said, "You came back so soon, how is Gu Qinghao?"

Yu Wenjun walked to the tea table and sat down casually, with a strange expression on his face: "This person is not easy to kill, and certain bottom lines in the practice world should not be touched. There must be a suitable opportunity for self-defilement."

"I want Gu Yong to reappear in this world, but when I think about it carefully, the impact on the northern and southern aristocratic families is too great, touching the bottom line of countless people, and Xie Yiming's life is not easy."

Jing Peiyao said angrily, "Don't think about it, I'll help you think about it, so you can heal your wounds."

Yu Wenjun pretended to be obedient and nodded.

Jing Peiyao got up and said: "It's not right for you to kill, why not let me do it."

"As for the reason, feel free to make up one."

Yu Wenjun smiled wryly and said, "The point is, I don't know who to kill."

"However, the teacher's matter has been implemented. In a few days, six gentlemen will enter Wenchang Pavilion, and you and I will have to greet them personally."

Jing Peiyao's beautiful eyes sparkled, and she smiled at Yu Wenjun and said, "This is a suitable opportunity."

Yu Wenjun didn't understand what he meant, so he asked, "Madam please show me."

Jing Peiyao said in a soft voice: "You can release the news that these six gentlemen are about to join our Hengchang Sect in advance. Twenty Hengchang students have just entered the White Deer Academy, and a small White Deer Academy has just entered. laid the groundwork."

"At that time, there will be many people who don't like us. If anyone doesn't like it, they will be killed. However, most people who don't like us will be from the south."

Yu Wenjun took a sip of Wannian spring tea, smiled knowingly, and said, "Thank you Madam for your enlightenment."

(End of this chapter)