Qingyun Signed in for Three Hundred Years, and I Became a Peerless Sword Fairy

For the past few days, the divine monk Faxiang has been staying at Qingyunmen.

Looking at the void, even though three days have passed, there is still no sword intent dissipating, and I am even more shocked.

It seems that this sword will will not completely dissipate without more than ten years.

With such a character, I am afraid that the entire cultivation world will not be able to find a second one!

Hearing the words of Faxiang Divine Monk, Taoist Priest Qingwei pondered slightly, and prepared to take him with him.

Since the one who doesn't reject seeing people, he shouldn't mind sending out the Dharma face one more time.

After making the decision, Daoist Qingwei still didn't leave immediately.

Instead, he entered Tongtian Palace, bathed and burned incense, and adjusted his state to the best before preparing to worship the mountain.

According to him, meeting such a person must be so solemn.

And the others saw it, discussed it, and imitated Taoist Master Qingwei, expressing their respect for Jiu Jianxian.

On the side, Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan watched this scene, the corners of their mouths twitched.

Is this... the respected Supreme Elder they have seen in the past?

Sighing in my heart, it seems that Brother Feng's strength is too strong.

Otherwise, several Supreme Elders would not be so cautious.

Soon, everyone got ready, and they left Tongtian Peak together and headed towards Zhenmo Peak.

Early in the morning, Daoist Qingwei had already ordered that all Qingyunmen disciples be confined in their rooms today and not allowed to go out.

In doing so, Wu Fei didn't want other disciples to see the scene of them going to Zhenmo Peak en masse to be seen by his disciples.

If they see it, there will probably be some rumors.

At this juncture, they dare not completely expose the identity of Jiu Jianxian.

Soon, they arrived at the foot of Zhenmo Peak.

A group of people who did not choose Yukong walked up step by step, with solemn expressions.

Daoist Qingwei and the others, as experts in the cultivation world, have practiced for at least a thousand years.

At this moment, they bowed in the direction of Zhenmo Peak as if on a pilgrimage, and then took a step forward.

Every time they took a step, they all looked dignified, not daring to make too much noise, for fear of disturbing something.

Half a day later, the group finally arrived at the top of Zhenmo Peak.

At this moment, Jiang Feng had moved the rattan chair to the edge of the cave and continued to lie down.

A wooden table was placed beside him, with a few small dishes on it.

These were naturally made by Lin Qingxue for Jiang Feng.

After Lin Qingxue became a teacher, the only item that Jiang Feng handed down to Lin Qingxue that did not belong to the Qingyun Sect was probably the [Eight Treasure Recipe].

From then on, when Jiang Feng wanted an appetizer, he didn't have to do it himself, he just had to greet Lin Qingxue.

The moment Daoist Qingwei stepped onto Zhenmo Peak, Jiang Feng had already sensed it.

However, he didn't care about it, he casually put a few peanuts in his mouth, then took out the Purple Void Gourd and took a sip of wine, the day was very leisurely.

At this moment, Daoist Qingwei and the others who stepped onto Zhenmo Peak naturally saw Jiang Feng who was half lying on the rattan chair and drinking non-stop.

At this moment, Jiang Feng's breath was extremely flat, but with an extremely unique temperament, as if it was an ethereal dao rhyme.

Daoist Qingwei looked at Jiang Feng carefully, but no matter how sensitive they were, they couldn't find any mana fluctuations on the other party.

Not to mention seeing Jiang Feng's cultivation and strength at this time.

"Senior brother... this wine sword fairy..."

Daoist Xuanlong looked at this scene with a little doubt in his eyes.

As a strong man, shouldn't he have his own strong breath?

In the realm of comprehension, a powerful person will faintly exude an aura of a strong person.

But the Jiu Sword Immortal in front of him has no aura at all, he looks like a mortal, and the difference between him and the legendary Jiu Sword Immortal is too great!

"I know what you want to say. Indeed, every strong man has a unique breath of a strong man, and the strong man is coercive."

Looking at Jiang Feng's figure, Daoist Qingwei showed an extremely solemn look in his eyes.

The wine sword fairy in front of him may be stronger than he imagined.

Could it be that the Jiujian Immortal in front of him, his strength is not only perfect, he has reached the legendary Dharma Aspect Realm!

However, didn't the master say before his death that it is impossible for the existence of the Faxiang Realm to exist in this world?

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Without thinking too much, Daoist Qingwei led the crowd and slowly came to Jiang Feng's side, bowed and said, "Qingyunmen Qingwei, with all of you, and Tianyin Temple's Faxiang Divine Monk, pay homage to the Jiujian Immortal!"

In fact, in the world of comprehension, those who have mastered it come first.

With Jiang Feng's current strength, it is not an exaggeration for Daoist Qingwei and others to call him senior.