A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

The Qiantian School's head of music has blossomed. This year, because of the variable of lonely days, they will not be at the bottom of the school, which also means that there is hope for the future rise of the Qiantian School.

It was just that the Boyang Taoists did not expect that the Luochen faction also produced a black horse, and also cut the Qingsong faction under the horse. This is an unknown variable. At the beginning, the Boyang Taoist thought that Mu Yu was here to gain insight, but did not expect to give others insight.

Muyu looked at Lonely Sky on the stage. This is Lonely Sky's seventh match today, and it is against the No. 16 Peerless School. The strength of the Peerless faction is relatively weak, and the disciples sent are only the young people who built the second day of the foundation, and they met the black horse of the Qiantian faction.

"Peerless, Yang Tianhe."

"Dry god, lonely sky."

Gu Yitian's expression was very indifferent, his broad sword held in his hand. The broad sword of more than five hundred kilograms was like an ordinary sword in his hands, and he was free to use it. Yang Tianhe also knew that the dark horse of Gu Yi Tian, ​​he did not underestimate this person, although the spiritual power fluctuations in this person can hardly feel, but he did not know how the dark horse winning five games in a row.

Yang Tianhe holds a long stick, made of fine iron, a magic weapon. He danced his long stick, tipped his toes, and slashed towards the lonely sky. Gu Yitian didn't have any fancy, he waved his broad sword, struck with the long stick, and the gold iron hit. Yang Tianhe only felt that his hands were numb, and he was almost unable to hold a long stick.

This man is so powerful!

Yang Tianhe was frightened, flew up into the air, the long stick left his hand, spinning in the air, and the shadow of the stick was waving to the sky. He knew that if he had a close fight, there would be no chance at all. This man was too terrible to be brute force, and could only fight with long-range spiritual power.

There was no change on Gu Yitian's face. He just manipulated the broad sword on the spot to disperse the stick figure in the sky, and then the whole person suddenly disappeared in the spot. Yang Tianhe was shocked, he quickly turned around, but his chest had already received a palm, that palm gave him no room for resistance, and fell directly under the ring.

Gu Yitian turned over and fell, this is his eighth victory.

Qiantianpai’s competition today is over, Mu Yu has won eight victories, and his competition today is also over.

"Brother Feng Dao, I really looked away. I didn't expect the genius and nephew to have such a talent." Bo Yang Taoist said to Feng Haochen with admiration, but his eyes stayed on Mu Yu.

"Brother Daoyang is polite, but the nobles have such a kind of physical cultivation, which makes people admire." Feng Haochen said.

Mu Yu and Gu Yi Tian looked at each other, and Gu Yi Tian had a strong fighting intention in his eyes. He seemed to regard Mu Yu as a huge enemy. Mu Yu also stared at Lonely Sky, and Feng Haochen made him try not to be embarrassed. After all, the Qiantian School wants to revitalize the martial arts, and the Luochen School has no such plan. People who admit it can do it.

However, Mu Yu didn't plan to abstain when he and Qiantian were dispatched tomorrow. He also wanted to test how good the physical training is. It doesn't matter whether he wins or not. Accumulating experience is the most important thing.

One of the two black horses will win.

At night, Master was meditating, and said that he would go out for a walk, but he didn't know where to go. Mu Yu also left the room. There were too many things happening during the day today, and there was one thing that kept him at ease.

Tian Ran said that a mysterious person came here and wanted to be detrimental to his master. He probably went to Qingsong Taoist first. Now I don't know where to go, maybe in Qingsong Taoist, he decided to check the situation of Qingsong Taoist himself.

Based on his cultivation during the foundation period, monitoring the Qingsong Taoist people is really a matter of death. Fortunately, he has an unknown ability, that is the technique of wood control. This ability makes him very convenient to act. He came to a forest, looked around, and made sure that there was no one before merging into the trees, and then headed towards the place where the green pines lived.

It is very simple to find where the Qingsong Taoist lives. Although the Qingsong faction is large, the residence of the leader is naturally extraordinary. Muyu simply followed several disciples who served the leader to easily find the Qingsong Taoist's room.

This is an elegant garden. There is a pond in the courtyard. There are also swimming goldfish. Next to it are a few peach trees, and Muyu is hidden in the peach trees. The Qingsong Taoist had not returned yet. He deliberately controlled the peach tree so that it tilted the branches towards the window. The window was open, and everything in it could be seen clearly.

After a long time, the Qingsong Taoist finally returned to his room. There were already disciples waiting in the room, changing clothes for him, and another disciple came in to wash the feet of the Qingsong Taoist.

"You go down first!" Daosong Qingsong put on plain clothes and said to the two serving disciples.

"Yes, the disciple quits!" The two disciples retreated and took the door.

Qingsong Taoist walked to the window and suddenly looked at the peach branch in the window, startled Mu Yu. He thought he had been found. But the Qingsong Taoist didn't think too much, and he quickly looked away. He looked at the moon outside the window and wondered what to think about.

For a long time, the Qingsong Taoist walked back, then sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate. Muyu watched him breathlessly and breathlessly, calmly saying that the mysterious man might come to the Qingsong Taoist. If it wasn’t for this evening, then he would have to spend one night in vain. He will have a test tomorrow!

I don’t know if Tianran’s girl is also nearby. Muyu thought of the unreliable girl, and she was speechless in her heart. The girl also had nowhere to come. She swayed around and asked someone about Jianying Chen’s whereabouts, which probably caused that person. Attention.

Muyu didn't wait, because the blue Taoist suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and I don't know when the room was already standing. Muyu was shocked. He didn't know when that person appeared there!

"who are you?"

The Qingsong Taoist was shocked. He stood up and looked at the uninvited guest in front of him. The other party suddenly appeared in this room, not knowing the way in which it came in, so abrupt, even he didn't notice it.

This man looked very young in red. He was only 17 or 18 years old, and he was very handsome, but the fluctuations in his spiritual power made the Qingsong Taoist feel extremely palpitated. If the other party is not the Jindan period, does this mean that the young man in front of him is in the infant period?

how can that be!

Mu Yu didn't dare to make any movement in the tree. He looked at this young man in a daze, so young, was that mysterious person he said? If this kind of cultivation practice really came to Master, then Master would really be more aggressive.

"You are the tallest person here? Unfortunately, no one guides. It's too difficult for you to reach Yuanying." The young man in red said lightly.

"Your Excellency is so profound, what is the reason for coming here?"

Qingsong Taoist felt that he was threatened. The young man appeared like a boulder pressed against his chest. He had been in the cultivation world for so many years, and no one felt so terrible to him.

The man in red smiled: "What am I doing here?"

A horrible breath suddenly enveloped the entire room, swept like a violent wind, and wrapped the Qingsong Taoist in it. For the first time, the Qingsong Taoist felt his insignificance. As long as the other party moved his finger, he seemed to die. The feeling of powerlessness filled the whole body of Qingsong Taoist, making him unable to resist any thought of resistance.

The breath of the young people in red only appeared for a moment and disappeared, and the whole body of the Qingsong Taoist was soaked in cold sweat.

"You, are you a young infant?" The Qingsong Taoist stepped back incredulously.

"I'm afraid you have been trapped in Jindan Jiuzhongtian for at least ten years? How about we make a deal?" the young man in red said slowly.

The Qingsong Taoist took a deep breath, slowly calmed down, and then asked, "While you have cultivated into the sky and stepped into the realm of Yuanying, what can I offer you?"

"I can help you break through to Yuanying." The young man in red looked at the Qingsong Taoist and slowly spit out these words in his mouth.

"What!" Qingsong Taoist suddenly stunned. He thought he had heard it wrong. This man can help him enter the dream of the infant period? Isn’t this a fool’s dream?

The Qingsong Taoist was in a state of turmoil. He had been trapped in Jindan's Nine Heavens for ten years. He always felt that he could not see through the mystery of Yuanying Realm. He is now a giant in the realm world, admired by thousands of people, and there is no regret for anyone in this life.

Only he himself understood that the situation that was clearly within reach but was always a little bit painful. The ultimate goal of each comprehensionist is to hit a higher level. He always feels that he has touched the barriers, but he has never been able to break through that layer of window paper.

"The direction of your cultivation has always been wrong. No one has directed you. You can only be trapped in Jindan Nine Heavens in your life." The man in red continued, "I can help you achieve what you want, so we need to do Transactions."

There are countless thoughts flashing in the minds of the Qingsong Taoists, and it is really a tempting thing to become a baby in the infancy. However, it is not easy to understand the powerlessness. He slowly calmed down. He was not a fool. As a benchmark in the realm world, he was very clear-headed: "What do I need to pay?"

"You, be my servant." The young man in red slowly said.

Qingsong Taoist's face changed slightly, and then he hummed: "It's impossible! How can I be so humble to the point that my majestic master? You still find someone else!"

Let Qingsong Taoist be a servant? If you let other people in the realm know that this young man in red will be crazy. What is the identity of Qingsong Taoist? He was the first person in the Mo Yun Mountains. No one in the entire cultivation world dared to disrespect him, but this young man in red wanted to accept the Qingsong Taoist as a servant?

"It seems that you still don't understand what I mean. Let's put it another way, the real people of Jiuhua in the Mo Yun Mountains are almost the same as your cultivation. If I go to take the head of Jiuhua School as a servant, then you Qingsong School will not exist. Necessary. All of your proud disciples will die in the foundations of your life, so I will give you a chance to choose, and you will take your way to the end without cherishing it." The young man in red said coldly.

"If I succumb to you, what is the significance of the Qingsong faction's foundation?" The Qingsong Taoist felt that he was insulted, and the Qingsong faction's admired master of his tens of thousands of people wanted to become a servant of others? It's ridiculous!

"You have a daughter named Qingmei, and it doesn't seem to be in your room at the moment." The young man in red turned his head and said very casually.

The Qingsong Taoist shook suddenly, and when the young man in red talked about the word Qingmei, he suddenly became calm.

"Qingmei--how did you treat my daughter?" The Qingsong Taoist opened his eyes and he began to panic. Qingmei is everything for him, and anyone who is a father will not ignore his daughter.

"It depends on your choice."

"Despicable!" Qingsong Taoist exasperated.

"On cultivation is not as good as you for me, I don’t need to use your daughter to threaten you. Your daughter is just another bargaining chip. You don’t obey me. The one left to you is only a dead end. You are not afraid of death, but you have been in the realm of cultivation for so many years. I’m afraid there are many offenders? How many people will blame your daughter after you die? I won’t need to do anything at that time, and someone will naturally deal with your daughter for me.”

The young man in red snorted and did not need to take hostages to threaten his strength. He mentioned Qingmei just to tell the Qingsong Taoist, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Once the Qingsong Taoist had an accident, his daughter would be in a worrying situation.

The Qingsong Taoist burst into white, and the words of the young man in red pierced his heart like a sharp knife. He made the Qingsong School bigger in one hand, and there were naturally a lot of offenders. In order to sit firmly in the chair of the real leaders, he also did a lot of shameful things. Although everyone respected him on the surface, many people remembered him more or less.

For example, he created the rules for the selection of colleges, monopolizing all the talented disciples, so that other schools could not get the talented disciples at all. The other schools hindered his cultivation and dared not to speak, if he died, then his daughter Will never be better off!

Qingsong Taoist's tight body collapsed suddenly. He sat heavily on the chair. He was more than 80 years old. In his later years, he got a pearl on his palm. He loved it very much. That was his heart. Qingsong school is gone, he can build again, but there is only one daughter. He loves his daughter even more than his life.

He sighed, as if he had grown older for a dozen years, his white hair fell down, and his heart was struggling.

On the one hand, his dignity, he has always existed above ten thousand people in the cultivation world, but now he is required to become a servant of a young man in red, he will not do such a humble thing even if he dies! But on the one hand is his daughter. As a father, he has no choice.

The young man in red is a cultivator of the infant period. If he wants to kill someone, how can he take his own life for his cultivation? He can die, what about Qingmei?

"thump!"

The Qingsong Taoist fell to his knees, and his body was trembling. It was unwilling and humiliating. In the past, only others had bowed and bowed in front of him, but now he is kneeling in front of a young man because he is not as good as others.

"Please let me go of my daughter." Qingsong Taoist knocked his head heavily.