The heavens: pushing across all realms

Wuliang Sword Sect’s Jinghu Palace?

Feng Ji's heart skipped a beat. Isn't this the place where Duan Yu obtained the Xiaoyao Sect's Beiming Magical Skill and Lingbo Weibu?

"It's such a coincidence. No wonder I felt inspired and chose this world."

Feng Ji couldn't help but chuckle, and Zhong Ling looked back at him.

Seeing his handsome face, his smile was both kingly and domineering, yet also free and natural, which was indescribably beautiful.

At that moment, her pretty face turned red, and she quickly turned her head away, shouting, "Are you leaving? It's too late to see the excitement."

Feng Ji immediately followed her up the mountain.

Zhong Ling peeked at him from time to time, and the more he looked at him, the more he felt that he was handsome, handsome and extraordinary.

But she couldn't tell Feng Ji's age. He was obviously young in appearance, but he had a calm demeanor and a vague majesty of a king.

This kind of momentum should not be possessed by young people.

However, this kind of temperament has a fatal attraction for girls who have never experienced anything in the world.

Although Zhong Ling was doted on by her mother since she was a child, her father didn't actually love her very much.

In the eyes of her father, there was only one mother, and she was ugly, so he often beat and scolded her.

She actually longs for father's love deep down in her heart, so she has some Electra complex.

Men like Feng Ji are naturally very attractive to her.

The two of them went up the mountain. Feng Ji was not a talkative person, and Zhong Ling was a little shy to talk to him. The whole journey was actually dull.

When we arrived at the mountain, we saw steaming clouds and mist in the distance, and an ancient building stood in the mountain.

Zhong Ling finally couldn't bear the silence and couldn't help but said: "That is the Wuliang Sword Sect. Do you know the Wuliang Sword Sect?"

Feng Ji nodded slightly: "I've heard of it."

"Hehe, your accent is not from Dali, so you must not know clearly. I told you that the Wuliang Sword Sect is divided into the East Sect and the West Sect. Every five years, they compete for the right to enter Jinghu Palace. I often compete with Laifu Er and Jin Xier made a bet about which one of them would win, hehe."

She snickered, looking very cute and youthful.

Feng Ji couldn't help but be infected by her youthful vitality, and regained some of his youthful vigor.

Then he smiled and said: "Then who wins more?"

Zhong Ling rolled his eyes and said, "I won't tell you. Why don't we make a bet and place our bets separately to see which one of them can win?"

Feng Ji laughed and found it interesting: "Is there any chance of winning?"

"Of course there is, otherwise what's the point of gambling?" Zhong Lington suddenly shouted.

Feng Ji smiled and said: "Then what do you mean by lottery?"

Zhong Ling rolled his eyes, his thoughts almost written on his face.

She thought to herself that she was very familiar with the Wuliang Sword Sect, and she was very aware of the strength of the two sects. She was determined not to lose this bet.

Then this lottery prize must be heavier in order to take advantage of it.

Then he chuckled and said: "What a lucky draw, I don't have many friends in Dali. You have to play with me for three years. In these three years, you have to play with me wherever I go."

Feng Ji couldn't help but laugh. Although this lottery sounded overbearing and overbearing, he could also feel the loneliness in Zhong Ling's heart.

At that moment, he also understood why Zhong Ling became a good friend when he saw Duan Yu.

I think it has to do with the fact that she has no playmates and feels lonely.

"Then what if you lose?"

Zhong Ling immediately widened his eyes, placed his hands on his hips, and shouted, "How could I lose?"

Feng Ji smiled: "As long as it's a gambling game, there are winners and losers. Otherwise, what if it's just me who loses, but you lose and you don't have an explanation? How is that okay?"

Zhong Ling snorted: "Then tell me, what do you want? I'll tell you first, we won't bet money."

She is young and has lived in a deep valley for a long time, but she also knows that money is hard to come by.

Feng Ji laughed and teased her: "If you lose, you will be my little wife."

Zhong Lington suddenly blushed, but he was not angry. Instead, he looked coy and shy.

"You...what are you talking about?"

She hurriedly used her internal energy and flew quickly towards Jinghu Palace.

Feng Ji couldn't help but smile in his heart, and felt that it was really good to be young.

At the same time, I also have a firmer belief in my heart, and I must look forward to the method of immortality for a long time!

Immediately, his figure flashed and he followed him.

Zhong Ling was always paying attention to him, and was happy when he saw him following him, but was embarrassed to talk to him, so he just accelerated again.

After a while, the two of them arrived at Jinghu Palace.

There were only a few disciples guarding the outside of Jinghu Palace.

Zhong Ling quietly opened a window, jumped up and got into the hall.

She turned over and jumped up onto the beam, and immediately smiled at Feng Ji, her little face full of pride.

Feng Ji chuckled and shook his head. His figure flashed and appeared silently on the beam like an afterimage.

This move was so fast that Zhong Ling didn't even react. It shocked her so much that she stumbled and almost fell.

Feng Ji had quick eyes and quick hands and wrapped his arms around her waist.

He felt that the little girl's slim waist was not even as thick as his thighs.

The scent of a girl's body came to his nostrils, making Feng Ji feel slightly swayed.

He couldn't help but secretly laugh in his heart. He had been emperor for many years, but he was still fascinated by women.

However, he also knew that in Yitian World, he followed the path of refining energy and did not indulge too much in sexual activities. In fact, when he was in power, he only had a few concubines such as Zhou Zhiruo, Dai Qisi, and Yin Li.

Therefore, let alone indulgence, it can probably be regarded as abstinence.

With the terrifying level of his Qi and blood, when his lust comes up, he is naturally more terrifying than ordinary people, so it is not an exaggeration to use abstinence to describe him in the Yitian period.

At this moment, Zhong Ling was held in his arms, and she also felt a strong masculine aura coming in, making her heart beat fast. She felt an indescribable new and shy feeling. She just felt that it would be great to lie in his arms like this forever. .

Feng Ji smiled and asked, "Are you okay?"

He used his inner power to make a sound, and only Zhong Ling could hear it.

Zhong Ling suddenly came back to his senses, his face turned red with embarrassment, he stood up hurriedly, hesitating and speechless.

Feng Ji smiled, grabbed her hand, and pointed downward.

Zhong Ling couldn't help but look down at her white palm, which was nestled in his hand, feeling surprised, happy, ashamed and annoyed.

"How could he be so frivolous to me?"

There was a slight struggle at the moment, but Feng Ji seemed not to notice, still holding her weak and boneless hand.

Zhong Ling took a peek at him and found that his expression was as usual. He was just looking at the hall below and didn't seem to care about him.

Immediately, his shyness faded a little, and he said to himself: "He didn't mean it, he was just worried that I would fall again."

At that moment, I felt happy again, and then I followed his gaze and looked down into the hall.

But in the hall, facing the main door, there was a middle-aged man in his forties sitting, with several disciples standing behind him.

Sitting on the lower left side was a middle-aged woman of about the same age, with two disciples standing behind her as well.

On the lower right side, there is a group of people sitting, old and young.

The man in the host's position stood up, clasped his fists at the young and old people on the lower right, and said with a smile: "Thank you friends for traveling thousands of miles to watch the ceremony of our Wuliang Sword Sect. This sword competition, which is held every five years, can It is an honor for our school to be witnessed by all of you.”

Having said this, he looked at the middle-aged woman at the lower left corner and said with a smile: "Junior Sister Xin, since the disciples of the Bei Sect left Wuliang Mountain thirty-five years ago, only our two sects, the East and the West, have competed in sword fighting."

"In the past thirty-five years, our two sects, East and West, have won and lost each other. However, my East sect has won four times, and the West sect has only won twice. This time, Junior Sister Xin only brought two nephews here. I want to come to these five Have you trained two outstanding disciples during this year?"

On the beam, Zhong Ling whispered to Feng Ji: "The person who spoke is Zuo Zimu, the head of the Wuliang Sword East Sect, so I will bet on them."

She was smart enough to say which side of her bet would win, just in case Feng Ji heard that Dong Zong had won four times and bet on Dong Zong.

Feng Ji glanced at her. The little girl's eyes were evil and full of intelligence.

"Then I can only choose Xizong?"

Zhong Ling chuckled and said, "Anyway, you can't choose the same thing as me."

Feng Ji smiled, seeing how cute she was playing clever, he couldn't help but scratch her soft and juicy face, and said with a smile: "You are quite clever."

"ah--"

Zhong Lingtong's pretty face turned red from embarrassment, and he hurriedly covered his cheeks to prevent him from touching her.

Feng Ji also realized that this move was a bit rude. He immediately took back his palm with a smile and changed the subject: "I don't choose Xizong."

Zhong Ling was shy, but after hearing this, her attention was diverted and she quickly said: "That won't work, you can't choose the same one as me."

Feng Ji smiled and said, "I didn't say I would choose the same one as you."

Zhong Ling was stunned: "Then what do you choose? There are only East Sect and West Sect here."

Feng Ji laughed: "Isn't there another Beizong?"

Zhong Ling couldn't help but frown: "Didn't you listen to what Zuo Zimu said? The Beizong left Wuliang Mountain thirty-five years ago. If you choose the Beizong, they won't come to participate in the sword competition."

Feng Ji smiled and said nothing, "They took action."

Zhong Ling quickly looked around and saw that on Dongzong's side, Zuo Zimu had sent a disciple named Gong Guangjie to fight.

On the Xizong side, Xin Shuangqing sent a disciple named Chu to fight.

I saw two disciples moving their hands in the hall, the sword light was fast and the sword skills were agile.

Gong Guangjie's sword style was vicious and fierce. Although the disciple surnamed Chu was quite adaptable, he fell into a disadvantage in the blink of an eye.

In the hall, Zuozi Mu stroked his beard and smiled, seeming quite satisfied with Gong Guangjie's performance.

The head of Xizong, Xin Shuangqing, had a gloomy look on his face.

In the blink of an eye, Gong Guangjie used a falling step. It looked like he was about to fall, but in fact it was a move to show the enemy's weakness.

Many people in the crowd saw this clever move, but there was a young man who burst into laughter, causing everyone to frown slightly and glance at the young man.

The young man was about eighteen or nineteen years old. He was handsome and not tall. He must be a native of Dali.

But seeing that he was handsome, elegant, and like a dragon or a phoenix among people, everyone was secretly wondering who this person was.

At this time, among the two sword fighting men, Gong Guangjie showed his enemy that he was weak, and the man surnamed Chu was immediately fooled and attacked with a strike.

Gong Guangjie suddenly stood still, and with a change of sword technique, the situation was instantly reversed. The tip of the sword was immediately pressed against the throat of the man named Chu.

The man surnamed Chu suddenly turned pale, his face full of dejection.

Gong Guangjie smiled proudly, sheathed his sword and stood up, clasping his fists and saying: "Junior Brother Chu, I accept the concession."

Junior Brother Chu crossed his fists and walked behind the gloomy Xin Shuangqing without saying a word.

Zuo Zimu stood up at this time and said with a smile: "Junior Sister Xin, my Dong Sect won this battle."

Xin Shuangqing snorted, stood up, and said: "Xizong's skills are not as good as others. Come back for advice in five years."

With that said, he was about to get up and leave.

Zuo Zimu didn't stop him, but glanced down to the right, looking at the young master who was laughing just now.

He looked coldly at the moment and said: "This young master seems to be quite disdainful of the bad guy's 'Falling Step' move just now? May I ask your name?"

The young master stood up and said with a smile: "My surname is Duan, and my name is also the word "honor". When I see him falling, I naturally laugh, but there is nothing disdainful about it. If others fall, I will laugh too."

Zuo Zimu thought about the name Duan Yu, but he really didn't expect it to have such a name in the world.

His expression turned cold at that moment, and he said: "You are laughing for no reason. You must have other opinions about the swordsmanship of my Wuliang Sword Sect. Guangjie, people are laughing at you for being clumsy, why don't you ask for advice?"

Gong Guangjie also stood up immediately, looked at Duan Yu, and shouted: "Please enlighten me!"

Duan Yu shook his head and said with a smile: "What should I teach you? I don't know martial arts."

Gong Guangjie stared at Duan Yu and said to himself: "You don't know martial arts, how dare you laugh at me?"

At that moment, he suddenly took action, and with a snap, he slapped Duan Yu on the face.

Suddenly, Du Yu was beaten so hard that he fell off the chair, and half of his face was swollen.

Gong Guangjie's sudden attack shocked everyone.

But what surprised everyone even more was that the young master really didn't know martial arts and didn't even try to dodge.

"Pfft——"

On the beam, Zhong Ling couldn't help but laugh.

Everyone was immediately shocked and raised their heads to look at the beam.

Only then did I realize that there were two more people on the beam.

Zuo Zimu, Xin Shuangqing and others were all shocked, secretly wondering when did these two people climb on top of us?

I and others are so ignorant that if they suddenly make a sneak attack, wouldn't we be in danger?

"Bold, who are you! How can you get into my Infinite Sword Sect!"

Zuo Zimu immediately shouted loudly.

Zhong Ling secretly thought it was bad and quickly whispered to Feng Ji: "No, we have been discovered. Don't move around. Look at me."

But he saw her grabbing four or five small colorful snakes from her cloth pocket, waving them towards the people below, and threatening: "You don't care who I am, that fool told you my surname, my surname, I won’t tell you.”

Feng Ji couldn't help but laugh. This girl actually carried a poisonous snake with her. She was a master who liked to play with poisons.

He couldn't help but think that Dali, Yunnan, was located in the southwest and was full of poisons. I was afraid that people here would get their hands on poisons.

At the same time, he also thought of a question.

"This place is Wuliang Mountain, and the Langhuan blessed land is in the mountain. However, Wuliang Mountain is so big, where can I find the Langhuan blessed land?"

He glanced at Zuo Zimu and others below, and his heart moved slightly.

"These people are all natives of Wuliang Mountain. If we mobilize them to find them, it will save much more time and effort than me."

"Well, I'm new here, and I need people to do everything. This group of people is quite good at running errands."

Thinking of this, Feng Ji also started to laugh, and immediately jumped to the ground without even saying hello to Zhong Ling.

"Does Wuliang Mountain belong to your family? Why can't we go up?" Feng Ji said with a smile.

Zhong Ling also quickly turned over and jumped down, and couldn't help but said: "What are you doing here? I can tell you that Zuo Zimu's martial arts is not weak, and I may not be able to protect you."

As she said that, she shook her sleeves and saw a gray shadow crawling out. It turned out to be a small mink.

She showed a threat and said: "I can tell you, if you want to fight, you must be prepared to die. My mink is extremely poisonous. If you are bitten, there is no way to save it."

Feng Ji didn't expect that she would stand up for him, so he couldn't help but smile and patted her little hand.

Suddenly, a venomous snake bit him, but before he could touch Feng Ji, he was hurriedly pulled away by Zhong Ling.

She said to Feng Ji: "Be careful, these snakes are highly venomous."

"If you were poisoned, I wouldn't have anyone to play with for three years."

Feng Ji smiled and said: "The bet between us is not over yet."

"Why isn't it over? Dong Zong won, I won."

Feng Ji smiled: "Isn't there another Beizong?"

"Ah? Where is the Northern Sect?" Zhong Ling was stunned.

Although the conversation between the two was unpleasant, Zuo Zimu and others were confused when they heard it.

I really don’t understand why Dong Zong wins and I win.

When they suddenly heard Feng Ji talking about Beizong, Zuo Zimu and others' expressions darkened.

"Are you two disciples of the Northern Sect?"

Feng Ji did not deny it, but smiled: "Master Zuo has a good eye. Feng Ji, the leader of Xiabei Sect, came to Wuliang Mountain today to find the East Sect to take back Jinghu Palace."

Zhong Ling was shocked: "You...are you from the Wuliang Sword Sect? Hey, didn't you say you have no family or sect?"

Feng Ji chuckled and gave her a headache. He thought to himself, you silly girl, what are you doing to expose me now?

He pretended to be a disciple of Wuliang Sword North Sect, so of course he wanted to occupy Wuliang Mountain.

Secondly, he must conquer this group of disciples of the Infinite Sword Sect and serve him.

Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing were both shocked.

There are still descendants of the Beizong disciples who have disappeared for almost forty years?

Not only them, but also the martial arts people invited by Zuo Zimu were shocked.

Everyone looked at each other, and then interest showed on their faces.

Unexpectedly, there would be internal disputes within the Wuliang Sword Sect. Today, we have seen a lot of this.

Zuo Zimu shouted suddenly: "Impossible, what evidence do you have?"

Feng Ji smiled: "What evidence do you want?"

Zuo Zimu was stunned and secretly said that Beizong had disappeared for forty years. What evidence could there be?

At that moment, he couldn't help but said: "Please tell me about your master's inheritance."

Feng Ji smiled faintly: "My master had a weird temper and refused to tell me the past of our master. He just asked me to come to Wuliang Mountain before he died, defeat the two sects of the East and West, take back the Jinghu Palace, and unify the Wuliang Sword Sect."

"Shameless talk!"

Behind Zuo Zimu, his junior disciple Rong Ziju couldn't help but roared and stood up.

Just listen to him say: "Since you said you are a disciple of my Wuliang Sword Sect, you should know the swordsmanship of my Wuliang Sword Sect. Come on, let me learn your swordsmanship of Wuliang Sword!"

Feng Ji chuckled and said, "That's quite simple."

At that moment, he suddenly swayed, and everyone felt that Feng Ji's figure was gone.

The next moment, Feng Ji pointed his sword at Rong Zijou's forehead.

Rong Zijuan's face turned pale and his head was covered in cold sweat.

He didn't expect Feng Ji to be so fast. He couldn't react at all and was already pointed at the head by the sword.

Zhong Ling couldn't help but clapped her hands and shouted: "Wow, Feng Ji, you are so powerful, haha, old man, if Feng Ji had a sword in his hand, you would be dead."

Zhong Ling's words brought everyone back to their senses with horror.

Suddenly everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Feng Ji. He was so young and such a master, but none of them had ever heard of him.

When did the Wuliang Sword Sect produce such a master?

Zuo Zimu and others were stunned and couldn't believe it.

How can a Northern Sect disciple be so strong?

"Wait, why are you using the swordsmanship of my Wuliang Sword Sect?" Zuo Zimu shouted hurriedly.

It was true that Feng Ji had struck too quickly, and they could not see Feng Ji's sword moves clearly, so they denied it.

Feng Ji chuckled lightly, retracted his fingers, and said with a smile: "When did the swordsmanship of the Wuliang Sword Sect have its own sword moves? Aren't they all learned from the Wuliang Jade Bi? Where did the Wuliang swordsmanship come from?"

"The swordsmanship that I, the Beizong, have learned on my own is the Infinite Sword Technique. Any sword move I make is the Infinite Sword Move!"

"If you are not convinced, just go up together. Don't worry, I won't use the sword, I will refer to the sword, it's the same."

Zuo Zimu, Xin Shuangqing, and Rong Ziju looked at each other.

The two sects of the East and West were originally like fire and water, but suddenly a disciple of the North sect appeared.

They immediately became angry with the enemy and unanimously spoke to the outside world.

Zuo Zimu who saw this immediately shouted: "In that case, we have learned the lesson!"

While he was speaking, he raised his sword and stabbed Feng Ji's heart with a golden needle move.

On the other side, Rong Ziju also immediately raised his sword and slashed horizontally.

Xin Shuangqing was scanning the formation aside, looking for an opportunity.

The three of them took action together, but the next moment, they heard three screams.

But he saw Feng Ji moving slightly and tapping three fingers in the air!

His iron finger skill has already entered the innate stage, and his finger power bursts out in the air, just like sword energy.

boom! boom! boom!

After three sounds, blood burst out from the shoulders of the three people, their bones shattered, and their bodies fell out like rag bags.

Feng Ji retracted his fingers with a smile on his face.

"This...what kind of kung fu is this?"

"What amazing finger strength!"

"Isn't it a sword finger?"

"Unheard of."

Everyone started talking in low voices, and everyone had a look of horror on their faces.

Zuo Zimu vomited blood and shouted: "You..."

puff--

Another finger force shot through the air, and with a pop, the innate energy shot through the floor beside Zuo Zimu.

The power of that finger actually made the bluestone floor penetrate more than three feet!

Zuo Zimu's heart suddenly became cold and he couldn't help but look at Feng Ji.

But Feng Ji slowly retracted his finger and said with a chuckle: "There are no rules. You want me to call you the leader from now on. Do you understand?"

Everyone's breath suddenly stagnated, and they felt that this person had an unspeakable domineering aura, crushing everyone in the audience!

Even the young master Duan Yu was shocked.

Even his uncle, the Emperor of Dali Duan Zhengming, could not possess such power and domineering power.

This...who is this person?

Could it be that he is the royal family of the Song Dynasty?

Or maybe he is the prince of Liao Kingdom?

For a moment, they made random guesses in their minds, but no one dared to look at Feng Ji.

The power of one finger is so powerful that it intimidates everyone!

Zhong Ling was also shocked and stunned.

She knew that Feng Ji was not weak in qinggong, but she really didn't expect that he had such powerful internal strength!

But... didn't he pick it up on the roadside himself?

How did he become a great master in the blink of an eye?

Also, is what he just said true or false?

Is he really a descendant of the Northern Sect of the Infinite Sword Sect?

For a moment, Zhong Ling's impression of Feng Ji suddenly became blurry.

I just feel that this man's whole body seems to be shrouded in fog, making it impossible to see through or guess.

But there was an urge that made her want to know more deeply.

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