Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 191 Borrowing the Sword, Watching the Battle in Wushuang City
In the East China Sea, on the head of a big city located here, a young man in a green robe looked west.

There is also an old man with white beard and hair standing here, but he keeps a certain distance from the young man.

"who's that person??"

The old man's expression was a little surprised. From the strangeness Zhao Shouyi showed just now, he could guess that the person in the west was inextricably linked with him.

At the same time, he was also a little curious about this person who stepped into the Immortal Ascension Realm one step at a time. Who is the other party? The most outstanding group of young people in the world today are the strength of the Xiaoyao Tianjing, and the Xiaoyao Tianjing and the Immortal Ascension Realm are different. There is still a difference of one hundred and eight thousand miles!

Except for the Qingcheng Mountain Taoist who went straight to the sky without making a sound, he didn't think there was such a perverted person in the world.

"Qingcheng Mountain Dao Sword Fairy Zhao Yuzhen, my master."

Hearing this answer, the old man frowned subconsciously.

"Your master??"

Although someone once said, "When three people walk together, there must be my teacher. Therefore, the disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher, and the teacher does not have to be better than the disciple. There is a sequence in learning the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art, that's all!"

But there are too few such people, if not for a good master, it would be difficult for them to move even an inch in the arena, especially in martial arts.

Just like him, if he hadn't entered Wushuang City back then, he might still be walking alone in the Xiaoyaotian Realm today!
So he had always thought that Zhao Shouyi's master was an old monster who could not be seen in the world, just like the ancestor Qingxuan, and what Zhao Shouyi practiced was also the technique that the other party held to run rampant in the world. It also makes sense.

That's why he almost didn't ask, "Isn't your master that old bastard Qingxuan?"

Song Yanhui, who was a little further away, saw Nangong Dingwu's unbelievable expression, clasped his fists, and said cautiously: "Senior, what Zhao Shouyi said is right, his master is really that Taoist sword fairy Zhao Yuzhen."

Nangong Dingwu glanced at Song Yanhui, and rarely said a word to him, but the meaning of reprimand was more.

"Song Yanhui, right? Although Zhao Xiaoyou is young, he has long been a peerless powerhouse in the Immortal Ascension Profound Realm. The world has always used fists to reason. I think you are also old, and you don't understand this etiquette? ?”

Song Yanhui's expression froze, and he gave a wry smile. Zhao Shouyi was only at the age of entering the rivers and lakes, and he didn't even have a name. If he had a name, he would naturally honor him by his name, such as Sword Immortal, but now...
He can become the lord of Wushuang City. Although he is not good at accidents, he still understands these things.

Seeing Song Yanhui's appearance, the old man frowned, then thought of something else, and felt a little emotional in his heart, the little guy in front of him was really too young.

If you only talk about age, he is more than several times older than the other party.

"His situation is not good!!"

After being silent for a while, Nangong Dingwu spoke again.

After Zhao Shou put his hands behind his hands, his eyes suddenly became distant.

"Old man, why did you say that?"

Seeing that Zhao Shouyi didn't seem to believe it, Nangong Dingwu snorted softly.

"That master of yours seems to have good talent, but he has just stepped into the realm of fugue, and for this realm, if he wants to be fully familiar with it, it will take a month or so, it's just a dream!"

"He was born in Qingcheng Mountain, and his perception of Tao may be far better than that of ordinary Jianghu people, but fighting is not about discussing Tao, it is about life and death."

It was obvious that Nangong Dingwu was saying that Zhao Yuzhen seldom used to fight. Although he had combat experience, it was not enough. Coupled with his unfamiliarity with the realm, he might stumble.

After listening to the other party's words, Zhao Shou sighed softly in his heart.

This time the other party was not scaremongering, but it was true. In fact, even if he had fought against Nangong Dingwu before, he could feel it. In terms of fighting experience, he was indeed not close to the heat.

In his perception, Zhao Yuzhen's aura has changed from being stable at the beginning to being extremely unstable now, which is nothing more than a sign that his current state is not good.

This place is thousands of miles away from Sichuan and Sichuan. Even for him, it would not be possible to get there in a short time, so Zhao Shouyi began to think about it in his heart.

Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, and then looked at Wushuang who was sitting on the top of the city with his feet dangling in the air, no, it should be the Wushuang sword box on Wushuang.

After thinking for a while, he said aloud: "City Lord Song, borrow some swords from your Wushuang City!!"

Song Yanhui also noticed Zhao Shouyi's gaze just now, and felt a little hesitant. The sword Zhao Shouyi wanted to borrow could not be the famous sword in the Wushuang sword box? ?

Nangong Dingwu on the side narrowed his eyes, his snow-white eyebrows drooped, like two strands of long beard fluttering in the wind.

He also seemed to have guessed something, but he didn't say much about this situation, he just borrowed the sword, and it's not like he didn't return it.

The thirteen swords in the Wushuang sword box are all of excellent quality, not the kind of defective products that will be scrapped after one use.

If Wushuang City borrowed Zhao Shouyi this time, then the grievances between Zhao Shouyi and Wushuang City would probably be written off, and at the worst, it would be eased a lot. For a talented person like Zhao Shouyi, he is very willing to form a relationship with the other party. A good relationship.

However, it is difficult for him to speak about this matter, after all, he is not the city lord of Wushuang City at this time, if he takes the lead, what he says will be different.

Without waiting for Song Yan to reply, Zhao Shou grabbed Wushuang's sword box from a distance. Wushuang was still sitting on the top of the wall, and when he was pulled suddenly, a person came over and turned his back on his back.

When he came back to his senses, he saw 12 flying swords soaring into the sky.

"Yunsuo, Qingshuang, Ruozhirou, Yuruyi, Fengxiao, Hongye, Butterfly, Jueying, Breaking Jie, Killing, Cang, Mang."

"There is one more!!"

Wushuang was a little surprised, he could only manipulate eight handles at most at this time.Scenes where these famous swords are liberated like this are really rare.

"Big Ming Suzaku? It's too ostentatious!"

Then another sentence came into his ears, which seemed to be said by Zhao Shouyi.

He turned his head to look at Zhao Shouyi again, only to see Zhao Shouyi looking to the west, as if a sword pierced the void in his eyes, and rushed straight away.

He subconsciously avoided the other party's extremely sharp gaze, not daring to look again.

But at the next moment, the twelve swords flying out of the Wushuang sword box made a slight turn in mid-air, and went west directly through the air.

"Little friend, this is the plan."

Nangong Dingwu did not stop the twelve flying swords from leaving, and asked again after the twelve long swords disappeared.

"Old man, what do you think?"

Zhao Shou asked back.

"It's not very useful, is it?"

Nangong Dingwu stroked his beard and said with some uncertainty.

"Who said that!"

(End of this chapter)