The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

At jiyufeng, in front of the Daotai, Zhiming came. In the rear, a strong man of Da Jiao came back to life with no abnormal look.

This is the 47th place. Except for the young man in golden clothes, all the others failed to insist on more than five moves.

The time limit is coming, and it's hard to change the outcome.

"Please"

seeing the young man coming in front of him, Qi Huan reached out and said politely.

"Please"

Ning Chen responds with a wave of his right hand. The green light is shining in the middle of the movement, and the Taishi appears and falls slowly.

At the moment of holding the sword, the strong men of all the religions in the field changed their looks.

Completely different breath, emanates from Ning Chen whole body, after one step, the person in front of you disappears.

With a clang sound, the palm shakes the edge of the sword. The Qi of the sword is scattered and shakes violently.

The power of the sword shocked everyone, but the sword turned suddenly, and it was hard to discern the speed of the light.

Qi Huan's face was fixed, and he focused on dealing with it. With the advantage of cultivation, he was extremely quick.

In a twinkling of an eye, the speed of attack and defense is dizzying, and the seven moves have passed.

Unwilling to end this, Qi Huan drank in a deep voice. His whole body moved the power of heaven and earth, and a steady stream of air gathered to forcibly block the edge of the sword.

The edge of the sword is restrained for a moment. It is amazing. It is surging out. It has the power to destroy the withered and decadent. It doesn't leave half a face.

At this moment, Zhiming released his sword, swept out his figure, avoided the palm force, and immediately swept back again. The sword fell for a moment, and he grasped it again. At the moment of Qi Huan's return to Qi, he broke through the barrier of Zhenyuan.

The control power of the exquisite sword can be seen in the eyes of the powerful people in the rear.

It turns out that the sword can be so strong.

Qi Huan's breath was enough when he reached the front of the sword. Zhenyuan stopped the sword again. The ninth move appeared.

Zhang Yuan condensed the power of the storm in all directions, which spread to hundreds of feet, and once again swept out with an unavoidable move.

However, Zhiming's face doesn't change. He steps around, and the light of the water is out. He quickly merges the shadow body method. He is popular in the move, and avoids the power of the palm.

Qi Huan sees this, Mou son one coagulates, after the ninth move, the tenth move follows this life.

There is no reservation at all. With an astonishing palm, there is a vision in the void. A green lotus appears in the sky and the earth. The sky and the earth collapse in an instant. The array pattern is clear and the power of stepping on the immortal is obvious.

"A sword is invisible"

a sword that knows one's fate and concentration, condenses at one point, and cuts a life path in the raging waves.

When a sword comes out, another sword comes after it. The sword of breaking the air crosses the same track and separates the shocking palms.

Yu Li to, a Hong see blood, rather Chen body slide out several Zhang far, steady body shape.

"Accept"

ten moves have passed, Ning Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, put away his sword, and calm down.

Qi Huan nodded, and his cold look eased a lot. He politely turned back.

The heart shaking battle, which was the best in martial arts and the best in sword, was so wonderful that a strong man of great religion could not recover for a long time.

"Your name" on the stage, the ink Master said.

"Ningchen"

"from today on, you are the ninth disciple of my family," Mo Zhu said calmly.

Ning Chen bows and says nothing.

Under the stage, the young man in golden clothes clenched his fists, and his anger flashed away in his eyes, which was well concealed.

The ninth disciple of Mohist master was chosen. Everyone congratulated him one after another. After being polite, he left one after another.

The master of ink took a look at his ninth disciple. He couldn't see much change. He nodded and disappeared in the glow.

"Nine younger martial brother, come with me." Qi Huan came forward, his face showed a gentle color and said.

"En"

Ning Chen nodded, waved to the little girl not far away, and followed.

"Who is this child?" Qi Huan was surprised.

"After benefactor" Ning Chen should say.

Qi Huan nodded slightly, did not ask any more, and continued to lead the way ahead.

Mo mountain, a fairyland like place on earth, is not surrounded by high mountains. On the contrary, it is more like a broken mountain, surrounded by many sub peaks.

Around Jiyu peak, all eight peaks have been inhabited. Ning Chen is taken to the ninth peak to arrange a residence.

On the ninth peak, there is a dense bamboo forest. In front of the bamboo forest, there is a house made of green bamboo, which is very spacious. Compared with the mansions of dignitaries in the world, it is not too much.

"Nine younger martial brother, the master may summon you these two days to spread your cultivation method. Before that, have a good rest," Qi Huan said softly.

"Thank you" Ning Chen nodded.

After arranging the former, Qi Huan did not stay any longer and went back to his fifth peak.

Yin'er sits on a small stool, kicking his legs back and forth, and says in a delicate voice, "Ning Chen, does Master Mo really know how to bring the dead back to life?"

"At least, he is the most likely person," Ning Chen said calmly.

"Oh," she said softly.Simply tidy up the room, Ning Chen out of the bamboo house, looking at a piece of bamboo in front of the house, think about it, a wave of hand, a green bamboo fly.

Looking up and down, Ning Chen turns over the green bamboo, points to Ning Jian, cuts it from the middle, and immediately cuts off the branches and leaves on it.

Sound son see, curious, ran forward, stand beside to watch.

"What are you doing?" The sound son doesn't understand a way.

"Make a sword for you" Ning Chen returns a way.

"Bamboo ah," said yin'er in surprise.

"Your cultivation is still shallow, and the sword made of divine materials is too heavy for you," Ning Chen said while cutting bamboo.

"Oh" sound should be a light, standing on one side quietly watching, I do not know what kind of his first sword will look like.

Soon, in Ning Chen's hand, the bamboo had been cut into the shape of a sword. It didn't look strange.

"Not good-looking" voice pouted, dissatisfied with the way.

"Wait"

Ning Chen replied in a soft voice. His sword finger crossed his left palm, and his blood ran down and dyed the whole green bamboo sword edge red.

Little girl a surprised, just about to speak, was shocked by the scene in front of her.

But on the green bamboo sword, the red flame rises, the blood and the bamboo sword slowly merge, and the whole sword edge gradually changes from blue to red.

After a few breath, the flame dispersed and the sword appeared sharp. The delicate shape of the sword did not reduce the spirit of Ling.

Ning Chen hand, Guanghua a flash, wound healing, spin soon Zhu Jian handed wench, calm way, "like?"

Yin'er takes over Zhu Jian, with big eyes and a small face. She nods and says, "I like it"

"no matter what happens, this sword can't leave me. Do you understand?" Ning Chen exhorts a way.

The "good" sound is very clever.

"The method of practicing sword, I have said to you, we should try our best to stick to it and not be lazy. There is no shortcut to everything in the world, so is practicing sword. If you want to be quick, you can't do it. Don't think about opportunism, otherwise, you will miss yourself." Ning Chen seriously teaches.

"Well," she nodded.

"Well, it's getting late. Let's have a rest first. Get up tomorrow morning and start practicing sword," said Ning Chen.

"OK"

the sound answered once again, turned back to the room, cleaned up and had a rest.

Ning Chen stands outside the bamboo house, looking at the other eight peaks in the distance and the message peak in the middle, a flash of thought flashed in his deep eyes.

Mo Zhu's preaching really made him understand many things he didn't know before, especially the explanation of the three realms of emptiness, reality and truth in the fairyland, which gave him a lot of inspiration.

Among the strong men he met before, Mu Changge and nu Chang were undoubtedly in the void, while Chao Tianxi was too hurt to judge his accomplishments because he broke through the border of Hades.

Xuanluo, as in the first World War on that day, had at least the strength in the early days of reality. Before he was sealed, he would be even stronger.

His current strength, after unlocking the seal, should be able to fight on an equal footing with Qi Huan, a strong man in the early stage of the virtual world. If he fought against Qi Huan in the middle stage of the upper virtual world, he might have to pay a high price.

However, once the divine prohibition of the yellow spring is solved, it is difficult for him to hide his evil spirit from the ink master. Therefore, he must not make this choice until he has to.

When the moon sets and the sun rises, one night goes by, and in the early morning, yin'er gets up to practice his sword.

Ning Chen stands at a side to look at, when its sword goes out to deviate, then voice reminds a sentence.

"Ninth younger martial brother, the master called you to send a message to the peak"

at this moment, a familiar voice sounded at the ninth peak and spread to Ning Chen's ears.

When Ning Chen hears the speech, she looks at the little girl who is practicing the sword and says, "yin'er, I'll go to Jiyu peak, and I'll be back soon. You continue to practice here"

yin'er looks back, wipes the sweat on her face, and says in a delicate voice, "OK"

after the advice, Ning Chen doesn't delay any more. He moves at his feet, and turns into streamer light and sweeps towards Jiyu peak.

Mo Xingtai, a white robed Mo master sitting, below, five young men and women standing still, Qi Huan standing in the second on the right, saw Ning Chen coming, slightly nodded.

"Meet the master" Ning Chen salutes respectfully.

"Lao Jiu, what did you do when you came to my door?" On the platform, the ink master asked.

"Longevity" Ning Chen bowed his head.

Master Mo nodded and said, "I have seven dharmas and two sutras. Seven of them have been learned by your seven senior brothers and sisters. The Taiyin Sutra and your eight senior sisters have also achieved a little. Only the last Taiyang Sutra has no one to practice. Would you like to?"

"Thank you for your Dharma," Ning Chen said.

Ink master's face just shows a smile of satisfaction. With a wave of his hand, the colorful rays fall down. An extremely complex cultivation secret is lost in Ning Chen's spiritual knowledge.

A moment later, master Mo stopped and said, "practice hard. If you don't know anything, you can ask your five senior brothers and sisters"

"yes" Ning Chen whispered.

"Go down," the master waved and said."Yes"

Ning Chen saluted again and immediately got up and left.

"You also go back," Mo Zhu said quietly.

"I'm leaving"

five men and women leave with a respectful salute.

After the six left, on the stage, the ink master's eyes closed again to cover all his thoughts.

After leaving Jiyu peak, Qi Huan looked at the silver clad woman beside him and said, "eighth younger martial sister, you've been practicing too fast recently"

the silver clad woman stopped and said in a soft voice, "thank you for reminding me, elder martial brother five. I'll pay attention to it"

"your power attribute is just the opposite of younger martial brother nine. Maybe you can ask him for help," Qi Huan suggested.

After a long silence, the woman in silver sighed, "now he is too weak to fight against the power of Taiyin in my body"

Qi Huan's face showed a trace of emotion, and said, "I can't imagine that you are the fastest one in the last step"

"maybe this is life"

the woman in silver answered and immediately stepped forward Let's go.