Who is fighting

(Unfortunately, I went to get an injection yesterday, and my hands were like pig's trotters. There is a photo on Weibo...)

The 36-person "Zhou Tian Fan Xing Jian Zhen" seems to have reached the most reasonable matching state in terms of quantity. No matter the tacit understanding in moving positions, sword moves, or changing moves, they are all highly integrated. .

36 people, 72 hands, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, just like one person.

This is a standard that the sword array must meet in terms of form.

It is impossible to ignore the time limit for comprehensive strength, but at least it must first be achieved in form.

Whoosh whoosh!

In an open space on the back mountain of Shenbi Peak, a formation of swords was unfolded, and the horse lanterns were held. Although the bamboo swords held were still bamboo swords and had no sharpness at all, the momentum aroused in them rose faintly, like a dragon diving in an abyss. If you take off, you must make a difference.

Liang Qiufeng watched from the sidelines and nodded repeatedly.I feel that the painstaking training during this period has finally achieved the desired effect, just like carving and polishing, removing the redundant parts little by little, and what is left in the end is the essence.

When the sword formation is truly accomplished, it will definitely become a major trump card of Zhongnan Jianmen.

On the other side, there was a figure passing by, but it was Master Lu leading Yaoyao.When the two passed by, Master Lu stopped a little curiously, and watched the young people evolve the sword array.

Liang Qiufeng originally wanted to strike up a conversation and ask for opinions, but Master Lu quickly left with Yaoyao, so he had to give up.

After letting the youngsters continue to practice, Liang Qiufeng returned to the residence and began to practice. As the master of the sect, he is actually not busy. He has always been tired of tedious work, so he only makes decisions on big things, leaving small things to Zhang Jiangshan and the others .

At the beginning of the establishment of the current Zhongnan Jianmen, there were a lot of affairs, but they were basically miscellaneous business matters, and Liang Qiufeng seldom interfered.

About this point, Zuo Ming and others also understood.They didn't want Liang Qiufeng to be distracted too much. As the backbone, as a person with outstanding martial arts talent, the most important thing to do is to seize the time to practice and improve your cultivation level. Best case choice.

Time flies, and it is fifteen in a blink of an eye.Counting the days, it has been some time since Zhongnan Jianmen was listed, and the Nanling area has always been peaceful and stable.

Zuo Ming and the others who were originally on guard, wary of preventing the thirteen inferior sects from joining forces to come to Xingshi to inquire about their crimes, also slowly relaxed.

Prior to this, Zhongnan Jianmen also sent out quite a few spies—to say that they were spies, but strictly speaking they are not called spies, and it is more appropriate to say that they are ears and eyes.

They spread their eyes and ears to spy on information, but for many days, there was no movement or news.

It seems that the thirteen sects have accepted the establishment of Jianmen, and feel that the done deal is done, and further actions will not help.

That's fine, we'll be safe and sound.

For Zhongnan Jianmen, time means everything. Only when there is enough time can Jianmen truly grow up, have strength and confidence, and no longer need to be afraid.

Fifteen, cloudy, after the rumbling thunder, the dark clouds closed, and the light rain fell.

Spring rain is as expensive as oil.

Seeing the rain from the sky, many farmers in charge of planting couldn't help but smile and talk happily.

With this rain, thousands of acres of spiritual fields are nourished by the rain, and the spiritual rice planted will surely grow even better.

"I was worrying about the drought, and it rained. God is happy, and the weather will definitely be good this year."

Wu Shan wore a bamboo hat and watched Yusi with a smile on his face.

"God help us too."

Zhang Jiangshan also smiled brightly: "The time, place and people are right, and we have all three. Our Jianmen is booming this year, and we believe that we will be promoted to a middle-level sect soon."

Jiang Biaoquan said: "If it can be completed within three years, it would be very remarkable, but it is quite unrealistic."

Zhang Jiangshan sighed: "In fact, as long as Master Lu is willing to officially join Jianmen, it will be done."

In the Shenzhou Continent, the requirements for measuring middle-level sects are much higher than those of low-level sects.Especially in terms of strength, the hard surname requirements are very strict. For example, in the current Jianmen, there are only three or two fighters in the middle and low end of the Light Qi Dao. It is absolutely impossible to upgrade to a middle school.

However, as long as Master Lu joins, with his old man's reputation and prestige, he will be able to attract many masters.

In that case, the meaning is very different.

However, Master Lu said that even though he has the title of "Elder Supreme" and even helped Jianmen, he never agrees with Jianmen to spread his name everywhere.

As a result, so far, not many people know that Master Lu committed himself to the Shenbi Peak.

Wu Shandao: "People value self-sufficiency. It's not bad that we can have what we have today. Let's go to the fields." Together with Jiang Biaoquan, he stepped into the rain curtain and went to work.

Zhang Jiangshan didn't move. He was mainly engaged in business and business. As for planting, it was another matter.

The rain was endless as soon as it started, and at dusk, the sky looked dark early.Occasionally, there are roaring thunders in the sky.

Looking down from a high altitude, the huge Nanling Mountains are rolling and undulating. After being washed by the rain, they become more and more green and pleasant, like pieces of emeralds.

A Tier [-] demon tiger with colorful fur quietly lurks in the mountain depression, waiting for its prey to come to its door.

It didn't take long before it heard the slight sound of footsteps, just like humans passing by.

Thinking of humans, the demon tiger immediately thought of delicious meat, and couldn't help sticking out its thick tongue and licking the sides of its mouth.

When the footsteps got closer and closer, the two-foot-long demon tiger finally couldn't stand it any longer, and rushed forward, finding the direction the person came from based on its hearing.

This pounce is its instinctive killer, it can accurately catch the target it wants to hunt without looking at the target at all.

Its current target has two people.

The two walked side by side, wearing bamboo hats and coir raincoats.Faceless and mysterious.

Facing the monster tiger that was killing it with its teeth and claws, the person walking on the left snorted coldly: "You're looking for death!"

Swish!

The weapon at the waist was out of its sheath, but it was a long knife like rippling spring water.

Where the blade passes, the flesh and blood are separated.

The demon tiger was terrified and cut in two, from the waist.It's not dead yet, and the head can still be pulled with its two front paws, trying to escape.

Escaping is purely instinctive.

Because just a moment ago, the powerful aura emanating from the target who was the prey was enough to make it tremble and run away upon hearing the wind.

rustling...

Subtle footsteps came from all directions, and it didn't take long for figures wearing bamboo hats and coir raincoats to appear one after another, converging in this small mountain depression like a stream of water.

In the end, there were more than 30 people, all with different heights, fat and thin.The biggest similarity is that everyone covers their faces and cannot see their appearance.

What was exposed inside the coir raincoat was black clothes.

So many people gathered together, let the wind and rain blow, without saying a word, the scene seemed extremely strange.

boom!

The poor demon tiger was trampled on the head suddenly, and turned into a blurred mass of flesh and blood. Before it died tragically, it couldn't even whine.

He heard the man say in a hoarse and deep voice: "Everyone is here, let's go."

Turn around and walk forward at a high rate, followed by shadowy figures, walking with strong steps.

In the direction they were going to, a dangerous mountain rose up from the ground.

Magic Pen Peak. (To be continued.)