Longevity starts from listening to music

Chapter 84 The Challenge of the Lord of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion

A powerful weapon?

Ming Zhengyuan's words also made Ming Buyan look thoughtful.

The beam must be strong, not only in martial arts, but also in people's livelihood.

How did the warrior come here?

Not all have come step by step from ordinary people.

If you can't even eat enough, who would want to practice martial arts?

Only by strengthening the people's livelihood, increasing the population base, and ensuring the basic life of the common people, can new warriors and strong men be born continuously.

Ming Buyan looked at the Yimu magic circle, thought for a while, and said: "It is not an easy task to promote the Yimu magic circle, after all, not everyone can master the power of magic, but you can try it on a small scale first.

I can first make a large Yimu magic circle as a test base, and the emperor will send a group of agricultural officials to plant and see the harvest. "

Ming Zhengyuan nodded, "OK."

He was very concerned about the Yimu magic circle, and when he returned, he had someone collect a batch of jade stones and send them to Ming Buyan.

Looking at these jade stones, Ming Buyan stretched his waist, "It seems that some of them have been busy recently."

It is said that it is going to build a large Yimu magic circle, but how big it will be is uncertain, but since it is going to be done, let's go all out.

In this way, it is obvious that there is one more job every day.

That is the technique of engraving the Yimu magic circle, which is melted into jade.

this day.

It is clear that he is carving jade as usual.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he looked in the direction of the gate of the royal capital.

"A great master has entered the capital."

Ever since he possessed the divine sense, Ming Buyan has spread the divine sense to monitor the capital every day in order to hone his use of the divine sense.

Now, half of the king's capital is under his control.

Especially at the gate of the city, he knew exactly who came.

"Although Tianhai Qilin Pavilion has established a sect in the Jianghu, there are not many great masters on the surface. It is interesting that a great master suddenly came to the capital."

Ming Buyan smiled, but didn't pay much attention.

The strength of the coming person is not very strong.

Ming Zhengyuan, Yinglao, Tiandao and others are enough to deal with it.

…………

Outside the capital.

A white-haired old man with a sword came, looking at the bustling and prosperous streets of Wangdu, the old man's eyes showed a gleam.

"It is rumored that there are seven princes in the royal capital. Ever since Su Yu, the first-rank military marquis, rebelled, there has been no trouble in the royal capital for several years."

"Today, I can finally meet the prince who is famous all over the world."

The old man murmured, and couldn't help resting his right hand on the saber at his waist.

A cold aura erupted from him suddenly, and the passers-by along the road stepped back after noticing his aura, knowing that he was an expert.

"That sword..."

A sharp-eyed passer-by noticed the saber at the old man's waist. The scabbard of the sword was black and inlaid with seven gemstones of different colors.

There is only one sword with this characteristic in the whole girder.

"The sword of the master of Tianjiange, the seven-star sword!"

"The Lord of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion has come to the capital, what is he doing here?"

When everyone was surprised.

The old man, the Lord of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, stopped a passerby and asked, "My little brother, how do you go in the direction of the Yan Mansion?"

"Go straight ahead from here..."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Yanfu?
The other party came to find the Seventh Prince, did he come to challenge him?

There was a good show.

Everyone was looking forward to it. After all, the capital has been peaceful for so long. Although there is no disturbance at all and the people live in peace and contentment, for some people in the Jianghu, this kind of life is like a pool of stagnant water, which is not exciting at all.

"Thank you little brother."

After asking the way, the master of Tianjian Pavilion rushed to Yanfu impatiently. His speed was very fast, and every step was often a distance of more than ten feet.

Some Jianghu people who wanted to watch the excitement followed closely.

Although they couldn't catch up, they all knew where Yanfu was.

In Yanfu.

Ming Buyan stretched his waist and just finished carving the No.11 jade today, "Tsk, my speed is getting faster and faster."

Although a bit boring.

But this can exercise his ability to inscribe spells.

suddenly.

A voice came in from outside Yanfu, "Gu Yun, the director of Xiatian Jiange, has come to challenge the Seventh Prince, and please give me your advice!!"

The voice was not small, and it alarmed Mudan and the girls.

Mingxuan, who was practicing with Nangongchan, also looked outside the mansion curiously and said, "This is the first time I see someone challenging my father."

"Cut, it's just a guy who came from asking for trouble."

Nangong Chan pouted.

She has also heard about the Lord of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

In recent years, with a lot of accumulation, he has broken through to a master in just a few years, a great master, but he is no different from Zhang Gufeng.

Mingbuyan is not in the same dimension at all.

"No one has challenged me for many years. The director of Tianjian Pavilion, Gu Yun, has heard from Sister Fang that his Tianjian Pavilion can be said to be second only to Qingcheng Mountain and Tianhai Qilin Pavilion in the world."

Ming Buyan got up and walked out of the Yan mansion.

Outside.

The master of Tianjian Pavilion stood with his sword in his arms, his white hair flying, and his bearing was extraordinary.

After seeing Ming Buyan coming out, his eyes lit up, and he cupped his hands and said: "I have seen His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, please give me your advice."

"Let me meet you for the first time, why challenge me?"

"Heh, as a swordsman, I should constantly pursue improvement. My swordsmanship has reached a bottleneck. I need a strong opponent to prove my swordsmanship. I have approached Zhang Gufeng. He is very strong, but not enough to prove my swordsmanship." Sword, once I wanted to defeat Ye Xiong, but he died in the hands of His Highness.

In order to make up for this regret, and to prove my sword, no matter what, there will be a battle between me and Your Highness. "

"You know that Ye Xiong died at my hands, so if you challenge me, aren't you afraid of death?" Ming Buyan said flatly.

"As a swordsman, it is not a pity to die on the road of proving the way of the sword. Moreover, I am already old, and I don't have a few years to live."

Ren Guyun smiled calmly, seeing life and death as ordinary.

"Well, if that's the case, then use your sword. Remember, you only have one chance." Ming stood with his hands behind his back.

"One move is enough!"

Ren Guyun laughed heartily, his body surged with qi, and the seven-star sword in his hand clanged and suddenly came out of its sheath.

The bright sword light turned into thousands of sword shadows in an instant.

The shadows of swords covered the sky and covered the sky, carrying brilliant power, rolling towards Ming without saying a word. At this moment, it was as if the sky had collapsed.

Many swordsmen who came to watch couldn't help admiring this sword.

But Ming Buyan stood still, his eyes calm.

The opponent's sword seemed mighty, but in his eyes it was flashy and had no lethality at all, far inferior to Ye Xiong's Sword of the Setting Sun in the past.

But think about it, he is just a great master after all.

Ming did not say that the sword finger was concentrated, and then he pointed out casually, but this understatement made Ren Guyun's pupils shrink.

This finger actually gave him an extremely sharp feeling.

It's like a peerless sword unsheathed.

And within this finger, he actually seemed to see the shadows of many swordsmanship, thousands of swordsmanship, actually melted into one finger? !

What a terrifying kendo cultivation base this is!

Boo!
There was no earth-shattering roar, and Ren Guyun's thousands of sword shadows burst like bubbles one after another under Mingbuyan's finger.

The bitter sword energy pierced Ren Guyun's shoulder in an instant.

Lord of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, defeated.

He staggered back a few steps, trembling all over, and the aftertaste of Mingbuyan's finger kept appearing in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt.

"What kind of sword technique does Your Highness use?"

"Swordsmanship? It's just a sword that I randomly comprehend in my spare time. It's not really a swordsmanship." Ming Buyan said flatly.

Since he has divine sense, he can learn any martial arts at his fingertips.

So when he was bored, he asked Sister Fang to collect all kinds of martial arts of Daliang for him, and he read and learned it all over again.

This naturally includes various sword techniques.

He combined these sword techniques to form the finger just now, but in his opinion, this is not a sword technique.

After all, how can there be any sword technique with only one move?

But what he said casually, to the ears of Ren Guyun and all the swordsmen, it was like five thunderbolts, shocking them extremely.

Does the sword that you realize in your spare time cover everything in the way of swordsmanship?

Did something go wrong? !

How could there be such an incredible thing? !
"Oh, it's a pity that I have been learning swords for most of my life, but it's not as good as the sword created by Your Highness in his spare time. It's ridiculous."

The master of Tianjian Pavilion gave a wry smile, and was hit hard.

Defeat and death are nothing to him.

However, the way of swordsmanship shown without saying anything lightly, coupled with his casual attitude, made it difficult for him to accept.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for being merciful. I will stay in my next life, and I will leave."

"Wait, do you want to leave now?"

"What do you want to do, Your Highness?"

"My son wants to learn swords recently, and he just needs a partner. You can stay and practice swords with him for ten years." Ming Buyan said indifferently.

A few days ago, after Mingxuan saw him flying with a sword, he wanted to learn how to use a sword.

He can teach, but he can't be with the other party all day long. After all, he also needs to practice and deal with various things.

Ren Guyun is a great master of swordsmanship, it is enough to teach Mingxuan now.

"This……"

Ren Guyun hesitated.

"Why, do you want to refuse?"

Mingbuyan narrowed his eyes slightly, a little dangerous.

Ren Guyun shuddered and said, "I agree!"

Rather than repaying Ming Buyan's kindness of not killing, it is more that Ming Buyan's swordsmanship completely convinced him.

Perhaps, staying in the Yan Mansion and having close contact with Ming Buyan, he might have the opportunity to learn that single sword that encompasses thousands of sword techniques.

Ren Guyun was looking forward to it.

The fact that the Lord of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion was defeated by Ming Buyan Yizhi spread throughout the world in a very short period of time, making his reputation even higher.

Even the Tianhai Qilin Pavilion, which has become the number one force in the Jianghu in a short period of time, has no way to overwhelm the opponent.

Now, some people in the arena are arguing about who is stronger, saying that Ling Yunzi of Tianhai Qilin Pavilion and the number one on the list are stronger.

There are those who support Mingbuyan, and those who support Master Lingyun. There are different opinions, but these two people have never really fought, and everyone has not come to a conclusion.

"Master, if you can defeat Ming Buyan, our Tianhai Qilin Pavilion's prestige in Daliang Jianghu will be even higher, unrivaled."

One of Ling Yunzi's new apprentices suggested.

But Ling Yunzi couldn't help sighing when he thought of the fact that he couldn't even drink a cup of tea when he was in the Yan Mansion that day.

He warned his disciples, saying: "Don't mention this matter again, and, if you have nothing to do, don't go to the king's capital."

Hearing this, the disciples trembled in their hearts.

Master, are you afraid? !
The Seventh Prince is so terrifying? !

(End of this chapter)