The queen is so fierce

Chapter 119 Don't you want to learn from each other?Let's go.

Tuxian Pavilion, except for a certain intercontinental dominated by a secular dynasty, almost every town will set up a monk organization.

Except for the most basic identification, it covers almost all the services prepared for monks.

For example, the exchange of Taoism between sects often requires an intermediary organization to connect, and at this time, Tuxian Pavilion will undoubtedly play a considerable role.

Or if scattered cultivation needs some heavenly materials and earthly treasures, Tuxian Pavilion will also purchase goods from an organization similar to Tianyu Firm, and sell them at a suitable price.

These are the most basic services, and its biggest feature is to provide a platform for monks from different factions and different divisions to communicate on an equal footing.

There are many ways. For example, disciples of different sects form a temporary small team of several people, accept a series of bounties for expelling monsters and defeating demons, and the client who issues the bounty afterwards will provide remuneration.

Of course, Tuxian Pavilion will make a profit from it, otherwise how can people continue to open it?

In addition, there is another particularly direct way of communication - fighting.
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Three o'clock noon.

The light on the top floor of the Tuxian Pavilion is strong, and on the open-air platform with dozens of squares, the terraces made of spiritual sandalwood are neatly arranged.

A group of monks from the Xianjia Sushang were more or less surrounded by each terrace, watching the fiercely confrontational fellow Daoists on the stage, a loud noise rose up.

"He Su! Why do you have such an expression! Hey, I have accumulated 25 years of skill in this sword, can you accept it?!"

A plain-clothed monk with a rough face smiled honestly, the black iron epee in his hand was raised high, and the floor made of spiritual sandalwood made a creaking sound.

The one who was turned into 'He Su' by the commoner monk was a young man in green clothes, his face was quite fair, but his eyes always revealed a trace of impatience:

"Jian Mangzi, I didn't want to fight you at first. I'm still waiting to go to the tea room downstairs to talk to you... If you ask the nun to drink tea, you insist on dragging me to fight. It doesn't make sense at all."

Seeing his reluctance, the commoner monk frowned and said angrily:

"My generation of cultivators should aim at their own avenues, how can they be fooled by those swaying female cultivators? No wonder your sword-drawing speed is getting slower and slower recently... Well, brother, I will correct your mentality. !"

The words fell, the black iron heavy sword in the hands of the cloth monk sank, and his strong and burly body suddenly shook, the air waves rolled around, and the wooden planks under his feet were cracked.

With a 'whoosh' sound, the cultivators in the audience only saw a gray shadow flashing past.

The next moment, the commoner monk holding a black iron epee appeared in the sky above the green-clothed youth.

wow wow wow-

The surging spiritual power rolled up the air waves and washed the entire terrace.

The first thing the monks watching the battle felt was the 'ruthlessness' of this spiritual power from beginning to end, as if no matter how strong the opponent was, they would rely on pure brute force against them.

In the face of the domineering spiritual power pouring in, He Su did not dodge or dodge, a cheap smile evoked on the corner of his mouth, and even stuffed the saber symbolically held in his hand back into the ring-shaped Qiongyu Pavilion.

"?"

A cultivator who was unfamiliar with the two of them saw him, and he was a little puzzled:
"That guy named He Su is so confident? Is there any magic weapon for victory?"

The person watching the battle with arms crossed listened, gave him a surprised look, and then shook his head:
"You should be here for the first time, right? These two people have been in this Tuxian Pavilion for a while, and they are basically 'Jianmangzi' pulling He Su to fight, but He Su..."

boom--

A sound that penetrated the eardrum roared, and sawdust flew from the terrace, interrupting the chat of the monks in the audience.

In the scattered thick smoke, a blue-colored figure flew out and smashed on the steps of the adjacent terrace, forming a black human-shaped hole.

"..." The crowd watching the battle.

It turned out that he was not confident, but simply gave up and struggled.

"Cough cough cough..."

The commoner cultivator swung the black iron heavy sword with one hand, splitting the disgust that blocked his sight, and walked down the terrace with heavy steps, his rough face full of resentment:
"Why is this surnamed like this!"

The commoner monk couldn't remember how many times. Since he met He Su at Denglong Port a few days ago, he could see that this person was not simple.

And his greatest interest is to play against easy people.

Swords collide with swords, Dao collides with Dao, this is how he practiced.

But He Su is simply outrageous. Every time he finally gets entangled in the ring, he is reluctant.

What else do you say... you want to invite the nun to tea?
Do women have sword incense?

The commoner monk snorted, his heart full of disdain.

Women only affect the speed of drawing swords.

Seeing He Su burrowing out of the human-shaped hole and walking towards the stairs with a brisk look, the commoner monk took a deep breath and shouted loudly:
"He Su! Stop for me!"

He Suzheng walked with a relaxed face, and when he heard the bloody shouts behind him, his expression froze, a look of disgust flashed in his eyes, his toes tapped the floor, and he plunged into the vast sea of ​​people.

"He Su, stop for Lao Tzu, you must fight me today no matter what!"

The commoner cultivator roared angrily, holding a generous black iron epee, and walked towards the doorstep.
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"Stop for me!"

The cultivators who were standing on the various terraces shuddered when they heard this familiar voice, and all of them subconsciously moved away.

But after a long time, the figure holding the heavy sword rushed past.

Most of the monks who will come to Xiange to communicate with Taoism are from the sea level to the dragon gate level, and then onwards... The monks in the Nirvana level are enough to hold a half-official position in the big sect.Unless the sect has an exchange mission to choose here, they will not attend this kind of occasion.

For them, the commoner monk is an old acquaintance. As long as the monks frequented the Tuxian Pavilion in Tiannanzhou, they can basically see him.

And he himself is a faithful 'experience school', rather than staying in a sect that adheres to the rules and meditating day after day, he prefers to travel around, accumulate experience through learning from others, and become stronger little by little.

This is nothing at all... After all, it is not uncommon to practice skills through competition, even in various sects.

The reason why everyone can't avoid him is that this guy is completely a challenger.

As long as he has a little eye for it, he will be pulled and beaten for various reasons.

The key point is that you can't refuse, because most of the loose cultivators of the same realm can't beat him. Even the famous Immortal Sect's direct line, encountering this kind of slapstick and reckless style of play, you will be confused at first.

The monks here like to compare their skills, and they themselves have more actual combat experience than those who do not go out every day in the paradise. Just by looking at them, they know the style of the commoner monks.

In addition, the commoner monks have to challenge the style of everyone when they go to a place. Although a few people are willing to come forward to learn, most people still cherish their bodies.

In the crowd, a handsome knight in a black robe walked over, tilted his head and glanced at the commoner monk who was dragging his sword away, his eyes were slightly curious.

He looked around for a while, and when he saw a cultivator beside him who was applauding, he hesitated and patted him on the shoulder:

"Fellow Daoist, I have something to ask you about."

The young cultivator who was patted on the shoulder turned his head, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes after seeing the handsome face of the black-robed knight, perhaps he had never seen such a handsome man before:
"Fellow Daoist, please speak."

The black-robed knight cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "I'm a loose cultivator from out of town. I just arrived in Tiannan and I want to find someone... I don't know if you know where the 'Changhe Su Clan' is?"

The young cultivator was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly:
"Fellow Daoist broke me, I'm just a little cultivator at the border, how would you know where that kind of hidden family is? If you see it, maybe you will know."

"Is that so..." The black-robed knight didn't lose heart and thought about it for a moment, "Then, who might know about this place?"

The young cultivator looked embarrassed and shook his head: "Fellow Daoist, the Hidden Family has never disclosed the news, and I only meet people from the Changhe Su Clan in the sect competition held every four years, and the rest of the time is not even a little bit. I haven't heard the news."

"Zongmen Grand Competition?" The black-robed knight frowned.

"It's a competition of fair fighting skills sent by the major sects of the younger generation." The young cultivator whispered. "It will be held every four years. If you want to find Changhe Su Clan, why don't you go to the Tianwu Pavilion on Donghuang Mountain and wait?"

The black-robed knight thought for a while and asked, "When is the next Zongmen Grand Competition?"

"Uh..." The young cultivator looked a little embarrassed, "There are still two months..."

"That's too long..." The black-robed knight shook his head and sighed.

What is the concept of two months?
Even if he didn't go to Donghuang Mountain, Xu Shoujing would be able to ride around the entire Tiannanzhou in a flying boat.

Of course, because of the restrictions of the hidden family, there may still be no way to find the exact location.

Although the young cultivator is not high, his heart is still good. Seeing Xu Shoujing so troubled, he thought about it:

"If you don't mind, you can ask Ji Xiangjian."

"Who is Ji Xiangjian?"

"It's the one who left with the sword just now." The young monk said. "Although Ji Xiangjian has some problems with his personality, he has traveled all over the world for many years. I can hear his deeds before going out in Denglong Port. Maybe I will know the news of Changhe Su Clan."

"Is that the big beard just now...Thank you, fellow Daoist." Xu Shoujing turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey!!" The young cultivator hurriedly grabbed him and found Xu Shoujing looking at him suspiciously, he explained: "Fellow Daoist, listen to my advice, Ji Xiangjian is kind, if he really knew, he wouldn't be right. You are hiding something.

But remember, if he asks you to learn about Taoism, don't accept it. "

Xu Shoujing was slightly taken aback: "Why is this?"

The young monk grimaced, rolled up his sleeves, and pointed to the bruises on it:
"Ji Xiangjian loves Wu and is crazy. Every time he goes to a place, he will frantically find someone to challenge. As long as it is someone he likes, no matter whether he can beat him or not, he will be forcibly dragged to the competition stage until he beats the opponent to the ground. until the next.

His sword has no rules, and is fast and domineering, and he will inevitably suffer a big loss in the first confrontation.No, that's how my injury came about. "

Xu Shoujing thought what was going on, but after listening to the young cultivator's words, he said indifferently:
"I'll ask him for directions, it shouldn't be."

"As for! Fellow Daoist, Ji Xiangjian's name is already feared by everyone in Tiannan Continent, and no one wants to see him... Unless the realm can overwhelm him at the beginning, no one wants to take his challenge."

"..."

so evil?

Xu Shoujing was dubious, but seeing the shivering behavior of the young cultivator, he said "I will pay attention" and walked towards the stairs.

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The fourth floor of the Tuxian Pavilion is an elegantly decorated tea pavilion. It is said to be a tea pavilion. In addition to various immortal grass tea leaves, there will also be a lot of drinks specially for monks to drink... Except for the drunken immortal brew.

Tuxian Pavilion and Zuixian Brewery have been established for thousands of years, and they have not yet reached a cooperation. If you want to drink Zuixian Brew, you still have to go to the local Zuixianlou branch.

The hall was lit with elegant incense, slightly dispelling the pungent smell of alcohol.

The monks of various sects and sects passing by here, either in groups of three or five, or drinking alone, sitting around the tea table.

The immortal disciple, who seemed to be more famous, boasted about his deeds to fellow Taoists at the next table, and from time to time provokes chatter with the female cultivator sitting next to him.

If it was a female cultivator with strict rules and regulations, she would only turn a cold eye on the flirting of these people and ignore it.

The little-known female cultivators of the small sect, most of them dressed in cool clothes and not covering their bodies, swayed their heads and gestures as if to show their bumpy figure, and winked at the teasing of male cultivators.

Among such a group of people, Jiang Rongyue, who has been conservative since childhood, can be described as uncomfortable.

Although the long snow-blue dress on her body obscured almost all the spring light, her slender and graceful figure and gentle and delicate face still attracted the attention of many people.

After not knowing the number of male cultivators who wanted to ask about her name, Jiang Rongyue's always dignified demeanor was finally about to stop in Bengbu, she sighed faintly:
"Xiaojing...why haven't you been well yet..."

boom--

A black iron epee with two palms smashed through the door, and after spinning several times, it stuck straight on the floor of the hall's Lingyao wood.

Whether it was a tea drinker drinking tea, or a female nun and a male nun drinking teasingly, they were all frightened by this movement.

One of the surging female cultivators saw the opportunity and hurriedly hugged the head of the sect disciple beside him.
"Wow~ good... so scary... people are so scared..."

The sect monk who was hugged felt unparalleled oppression, and before he could calm down, a new movement came from the door again.

"Ji Xiangjian, you are crazy!" The young man dressed in green scolded and walked towards the tea pavilion.

"People often say that." A rather rough voice sounded outside the door.

blah blah-

The heavy footsteps that seemed to smash the floor sounded rhythmically.

The commoner monk, who was as rough as his voice, stepped into the tea pavilion.

Ji Xiangjian looked around at the hot female cultivator, curled his lips in disdain, turned to look at the Bi-clothed cultivator hiding behind the high stool, and said solemnly:
"He's surnamed He, come and have a serious fight with me, and I won't pester you anymore."

He Su didn't believe it at all, and roared in anger:
"You said the same thing three times before!"

Ji Xiangjian's eyes were slightly startled, and he rolled his eyes and thought:
"It's true this time."

He Su sneered in his heart, believing that you have a ghost.

The female cultivator at the front desk of Tuxian Pavilion ran over anxiously, looked at the destroyed tea room, and quickly stopped in front of Ji Xiangjian, saying with a bitter face:

"Guest officer, the arena is on the top floor, this is the tea room..."

Ji Xiangjian glanced at the female cultivator in a slim dress, his gaze swept across her contour line, and sneered disdainfully:

"Woman, get out of the way!"

When the words fell, he ruthlessly reached out and pushed her away.

"—" He Su was dumbfounded, how could there be such a person who doesn't pity Xiangxiyu?

Ji Xiangjian obviously doesn't know what other people think of him, and even if he does, he won't care.He let out a breath of hot air toward his hands, pulled up the black iron epee on the ground, and faced He Su blankly.

"He's surnamed, it doesn't matter if you don't accept it, I'll force you to accept it!"

woohoo-

With Ji Xiangjian as the axis, thick spiritual power rushed out, and the khaki air wave blew over the tables and chairs that were closer.

Seeing this, the surrounding cultivators hurriedly avoided it, and even the Shaolang female cultivator, who was planning to seduce the disciples of the sect, temporarily gave up the facial cleanser offensive and retreated to the corner.

He Su never thought that this Jian Mangzi would be indiscriminate, and he was about to start fighting in the 'Holy Land' where men and women chatted.

Huhu——

The black iron epee spun a few times in mid-air, and smashed towards He Su's original position with a whistling whistle.

Only a 'bang' sound was heard, and the high stool and the counter table were smashed to pieces.

Ji Xiangjian jumped and stepped on the counter, pulled out the black iron epee and held it on his shoulders, looking at He Su who was fleeing everywhere, said coldly:
"He's surnamed, are you fighting me?"

"The devil is fighting you!" He Su said.

"very good!"

Ji Xiangjian took a deep breath and changed to hold the sword with both hands. The already strong momentum climbed up and became more and more turbulent. The monks who were not skilled in the tea room could no longer hold the domineering Reiki and fainted.

Coincidentally, the head that had passed out of syncope smashed into the high and low-cut bodice of the wave girl, and the waves were choppy.

She glanced at the person's waist card and found out that it was a little-known sect, her heavily made-up face was full of disgust, she pushed it to the ground without hesitation, and turned around to search for the youngster of the sect just now. .

He Su looked at the storm of spiritual power that was constantly gathering and circling, and secretly thought that it was not good. Although he was still confident in his own defense, Ji Xiangjian was a lunatic and never played cards according to the routine.

If he takes this sword, he might really have to lie down for a month or two... Isn't that his plan?
Without thinking much, He Su ran away without daring to stop for a moment.

Of course Ji Xiangjian wouldn't give him this chance. The storm of spiritual energy around his body was condensed on the black iron epee. He couldn't cut it from too far away. With all his strength, he put the epee out.

bang——

Everyone heard the deafening sound of breaking the air, and the airflow shredded all the tables and chairs along the way under the shuttle of the black iron epee, and the wood chips flew for a while.

He Su saw the black iron epee flying towards him, gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground, and clasped his hands together in a seal.

The light blue spiritual energy condensed into the texture of a turtle shell, and the arc-shaped tortoise shell shield flipped, and the moment it touched the black iron epee, it deflected its direction.

Ji Xiangjian's eyes narrowed, obviously not knowing that He Su still had such a technique, and the fighting intent in his eyes was even more fiery.

Whoosh whoosh—

"what!"

A few cultivators were still shocked by He Su's 'tortoise shell technique', and when they heard a scream, they quickly turned their heads to look.

The black iron epee that was deviated from its trajectory kept its momentum and flew straight towards the few monks who were retreating from the corner.

Ji Xiangjian's spiritual power is inherently domineering. Looking at the unstoppable black iron epee, they didn't even have the intention to resist, and hurriedly avoided it.

The sword edge brushed past the edge of their clothes, and the road ahead was already unobstructed.

Ji Xiangjian pouted, and was about to withdraw his saber when his eyes suddenly froze, and he shouted loudly:

"Quickly open!"

At the end of the direction of the black iron epee, there was a purple-skirted female cultivator huddled in the corner.

When Ji Xiangjian broke in just now, Jiang Rongyue saw that everyone else was standing against the edge of the wall. Although she didn't understand what was going on, she also stood against the wall with her cup in hand.

Unfortunately, due to the hesitation of height, the tall men in front of them blocked their sight, and all they could feel was the vigorous spiritual power.

After a while, when the domineering Reiatsu became more and more obvious, the male cultivators in front suddenly fell to the side, and the obscured vision returned, and what caught the eye was a large black sword just a short distance away.

Jiang Rongyue was Senior Sister Longyumen after all. The moment she saw the black iron epee, she immediately reacted, and quickly raised her hand and pinched a magic trick, and a lavender light curtain was formed in front of her.

click-

At the moment when the blade of the black iron epee touched the lavender light curtain, the light curtain scattered like smashed colored glass, and the epee's momentum did not decrease for half, as if it passed through nothing, it was about to collide with Jiang Rongyue. on the body.

"Ah!!!" The wave girl cultivator in the corner let out a sharp scream, closing her eyes, as if she didn't dare to look at what happened next.

Xiaojing...

Jiang Rongyue closed her eyes instinctively, and subconsciously said the first name that came to her mind.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Jiang Rongyue waited for a long time without waiting for the expected pain, and doubts arose in her heart.

sizzle-

The voice like frying squid on an iron plate remembered that Jiang Rongyue finally couldn't bear the curiosity in her heart, opened her eyes, and then her pupils shrank:
"Xiao Jing!"

The open field of vision was once again obscured, replaced by a broad, secure black back.

A slender knight in a black robe stood in front.

The usual bundle of ink hair scattered, you can see how anxious he is; his face is handsome and immortal, but there is no easy-going smile on his face.

He held the unstoppable black iron epee firmly in his hand with one hand. The flesh in his palm was blurred, and the fiery spiritual power flowing from the sword's edge burned the palms that were prettier than women... Charred meat.

Jiang Rongyue's charming face became anxious, she hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Xu Shoujing's arm. After examining it carefully, she found that the blood from the torn opening had evaporated. She only felt a pain in her heart, and her eyes turned red:
"Xiaojing, let go now and let my sister take a look..."

Xu Shoujing did not relax, but even harder, his entire arm trembled slightly due to the excessive strength.

bang——

A wave of air that did not lose to Ji Xiangjian just now swept the spot, and the melon-eating cultivator who was watching from the corner quickly raised his hand to cover his eyes to avoid being scratched by the wind, but the drooping robe was blown with a 'huhu' sound. .

The wind and waves dissipated, and everyone cast their eyes again, and their pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw that the black iron epee originally full of spiritual power had lost its dazzling luster at this moment, just like an ordinary iron sword.

Several sect disciples widened their eyes with disbelief on their faces.

This is... to eliminate the spiritual power?

How can this be? !
Who doesn't know Ji Xiangjian's domineering spiritual power, even if he can completely suppress him, he may not be able to remove the spiritual power from his natal fairy weapon.

This person... who is it?
Apart from the disciples of the sect, this question also appeared in the hearts of many young cultivators.

Who is this sword fairy... so handsome~
The wave girl cultivator kept swallowing her saliva as she watched, holding up her slender legs in public, and looked at the black-robed Sword Immortal with coquettish eyes, she almost went up to propose a pillow seat.

Ji Xiangjian's shock in his heart is no less than that of others. No one knows his spiritual power better than him. So far, Tiannanzhou is the longest stop he has stayed in, but he has never been able to produce it.' Shock' emotions.

When the epee was missed, Ji Xiangjian was very flustered. Although he didn't like women, it didn't mean he was willing to hurt innocent people.

But at the moment of seeing this black-robed sword immortal, Ji Xiangjian had only one thought in his heart—

fight him!fight him!fight him!
Even the matter of apology, Ji Xiangjian temporarily forgot about it, at this moment he just wanted to fencing with this handsome sword immortal in front of him!
Ji Xiangjian's creed has always been to do what he wants without hesitation.

The moment he had this thought, he raised his hand and shouted excitedly:

"Hey, do you want to—"

boom--

Everyone didn't respond, and only saw a black flash of light galloping past.

The black iron epee that was originally in the hands of the black-robed sword immortal had come to Ji Xiangjian's hands at some point.

Ji Xiangjian slanted half of his body to the back, his arm holding the hilt of the sword kept trembling, his pupils trembled, and a crazy smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

No one understood what was going on, they were too weak.

Among the monks present, Ji Xiangjian was the only one who could see what had just happened.

That black-robed sword immortal didn't even use spiritual power, but only relied on his physical ability to throw a black iron heavy sword, and his speed reached such a level.

Ji Xiangjian swore that he would definitely fight against this black-robed sword fairy!
This is probably the person who makes his blood boil the most!
What?He Su?Really unfamiliar.

Xu Shoujing shook hands, the pain in his hot palms seemed to be like a nail penetrating into the bone marrow, but his indifferent expression did not diminish at all.

In my mind, I suddenly recalled what the young monk told him just now:
'If he asks you to learn Taoism, don't accept it! '

Xu Shoujing sneered, but there was no smile in his eyes:

"Don't you like to learn from each other? Let's go."

After speaking, he glanced at the crowd and walked out of the tea room first.

Jiang Rongyue sighed, knowing that Xiaojing was angry and no one would listen, so she could only follow with her skirt in small steps.

"a ha ha ha!!"

Ji Xiangjian laughed wildly in the sky, carrying the sword and walked out.

The source of the noise left, and the tea room was eerily quiet.

The sage girl's eyes were full of brilliance, and she didn't pay any attention to the disciple of the sect who came to chat with her. After finishing her makeup, she said that she was going to see the black-robed sword immortal fight, stepping on high-heeled clogs and leaving.

The rest of the people also slowly returned to their senses, and swarmed towards the stairs of the open-air platform... They all planned to watch the excitement and take the initiative to challenge Jian Mangzi. This was the first time.

The tea room was swept away, leaving the Biyi cultivator alone in a daze. He recalled the back of the black-robed sword fairy leaving, and muttered to himself:
"Five Elements Extinction... How did you cultivate to the sea level?"
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This is a plus.

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