The Global Human Body: Starting with Tom the Swordsman

On the flying boat were several bald monks.

At this time, a large number of people came towards them, including Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and greeted them with smiles.

"Fellow Taoists, why don't fellow Taoists of Pure Land Temple come down?"

one asked.

"We heard that the inheritance of Jianshou Peak has not been broken. We wanted to go to Jianshou Peak to pay our respects, but we were persuaded by that disciple to come down. Several Taoist friends from Jingtu Temple are still unwilling to give up."

The monk who came explained.

"That's true. There is a female sword cultivator of the second level on the mountain. She is the daughter of Lord Fenglei Sword. This time, she will also participate in the swordsmanship meeting."

"Haha, then it looks like I'll have to give in when I meet this girl at the kendo meeting."

A group of people communicated, and the flying boat in the sky finally came down under the persistence of the disciple, and was taken into the robe by a monk.

A few monks smiled and walked over to greet them and said:

"Jingtu Temple has met fellow Taoists."

There was not the slightest hint of hesitation on his face as he was stopped by persistence.

Everyone also smiled back.

Jian Shengchun was the only one who looked at these people with strange expressions on their faces.

It feels like I have already moved a small bench and sat with a bag of melon seeds and peanuts in my hand, waiting for the good show to start.

Chapter 191 Flying Swords in the Bazaar

The Pure Land Temple seems to be the chief culprit that caused Fengleijian Lord Feijian to lose his spirituality and his life.

This thought flashed through his mind, and Jian Shengchun's expression became more and more strange.

The monk of Jingtu Temple gave him a strange look, not knowing what he was doing, and he didn't care.

After exchanging greetings from the members of the great faction, someone said to the disciples:

"Go to the market and have a look. If you need anything, or you don't need it, you can go and exchange it with fellow Taoists in the market, lest some treasures fall into the dust."

Among them, the disciples of the Pure Land Temple are included.

.......

Bai Wu controlled the sword light and flew towards Jianshou Peak.

For three months, he walked a little bit in this practice world by himself, and finally figured out a little bit about what happened back then.

Whether it's the Pure Land Temple that damaged the senior brother's Taoist heart, or the list of Jianshou Peak disciples that was exposed somewhere back then, and the battle that many senior brothers participated in, what kind of monsters appeared...

Tongtian Palace is the most arrogant firm and sect in this land, and its Tongtian Express is also the most well-informed.

It's just that this query is not free, and the price is enough to make ordinary monks feel pain.

Of course, Bai Wu is not a prostitute.

After he convinced others with virtue and repeatedly asked if you want the sword, Tongtiangong chose to help him inquire about the events of the year for free, and refused to ask for his sword no matter what.

It can only be said that there are still many good people in this world.

The final results of the inquiry all point to the two sects of Jingtu Temple and Shoutu Temple.

Behind the battle of the monster invasion, leading thousands of monsters to invade, there is also the shadow of the red dragon back then.

Bai Wu only felt that his heart was on fire, and he couldn't wait to release it.

Under the exuberant heart fire, the aura of the flying sword dancing in the flames became more agile and pure.

A beam of sword light came from outside the sky, fell into the top of Jianshou Peak and disappeared.

The monk at the foot of Jianshou Peak looked suspiciously at the disciple of Jian Yi who was in charge of blocking people, and someone asked:

"Why don't you stop this sword light?"

The disciple of Jianyi Sect rolled his eyes, did he have hairy brains to stop this senior?

"That's the person from Jianshou Peak, why should I stop him?"

"Is there anyone else on Jianshou Peak?"

Others were amazed.

"How strange, our Jianyimen didn't say that there is only Zhao Ying left in Jianshou Peak."

The top of Jianshou Peak.

Seeing that Bai Wu had finally returned, Zhao Ying greeted her happily.

The market at the foot of Qingshi Mountain was very lively, she wanted to go and see it, but it was difficult for her to leave alone on the mountain.

"How is your sword practice?"

Bai Wu asked gently.

"I haven't broken through the three realms yet, but the distance is not too far. Uncle Shi, your vision is too vicious. I can't even notice the problems you pointed out."

Speaking of this, Zhao Ying was a little excited.

She hadn't broken through the realm for many years, but with just a few pointers from my little uncle, there was actually a sign of a breakthrough.

"Okay, let's take a break for the remaining few days."

Bai Wu nodded and walked towards the bedroom.

For some reason, he became more and more attached to this little bed.

Zhao Ying immediately walked towards the market down the mountain.

The market was very lively, stretching for several miles along the foot of the mountain, and monks gathered from all directions.

Although her name was very famous at this time, very few people in the market could recognize her.

"Snow Leopard Snow Leopard, a snow leopard from Mount No. [-] of Rick Mountain, doesn't need spiritual money, just pearls."

"Lingji Lingji, a Lingji that has been trained for two and a half years, is versatile, unique in shape, and has an exclusive dance mode, which can be triggered by giving it a ball..."

"The bath water of Fairy Meiyu, I am her younger brother, with real name verification! At the same time, fairy socks are sold, and there are all kinds of them."

"Golden watermelon, golden watermelon, the skin and flesh of the watermelon are made of gold, you can find fault with me if you split it with a single knife!"

"The latest signature of Ka Po, a famous lyricist of Confucianism, two lines shocked the world! Let me read two lines, everyone listen:

'But the snow, it floats into my eyes...'

Everyone listen to this mood, invincible! "

The market was very lively, but Zhao Ying, who was cash-strapped, just wandered around and had no intention of buying.

Suddenly, a stall surrounded by monks carrying swords caught her attention.

Walking over to have a look, only to find that this is actually a stall selling swords. A monk in ordinary clothes is sitting in front of the stall with his eyes closed. Six swords are placed on the stall for others to observe.

"These are all flying swords. It looks like they are all sword pills made of excellent materials and painstaking efforts. You are willing to sell them?"

Someone commented.

"It's just that these flying swords seem to be lacking in spirituality?"

The monk opened his eyes and said:

"Good eyesight, these flying swords are the flying swords that the sword cultivators sacrificed for our human race to fight against demons. I don't want these flying swords to be dusty, so I took them out to let these flying swords continue to contribute to my human race.

The spiritual damage was only due to the death of the former master. "

Hearing this, some people around the booth showed fiery expressions. These flying swords are of excellent quality, and they only need to be warmed for a few years to exert their power, which is better than the swords they forged themselves.

And some sword cultivators showed strange expressions in their eyes.

As a sword cultivator with inheritance and sect, if the sword cultivator of their sect dies, someone will take back the flying swords. How can this person have so many flying swords without owners.

Zhao Ying, who was outside the crowd, looked at these flying swords and was already stunned.

She tentatively called out to the sword on the stand:

"Liuyun?"

On the stall, a flying sword with cloud pattern that was all over white lit up inconspicuously, as if it was struggling, but unfortunately, it could only do so much under the great damage of spirituality.

But this is enough for Zhao Ying to confirm its identity——

Uncle Huanyuanjing's Flying Cloud and Flying Sword!

The other swords...Feiluan, Chanting, Attacking...

The corresponding names of flying swords appeared in her mind.

She immediately separated from the crowd, walked to the stall, and asked the monk how to sell the flying sword.

She had to invite these uncle's flying swords back no matter what.

"Little girl, you can't afford it."

The man just glanced at Zhao Ying, then shook his head.

"You haven't said the price yet, so you know I can't afford it?"

"My flying sword, each one needs a fresh corpse of a third-level monster, can you do it?"

The people in front of the stall nodded. Compared with the value of these flying swords, the price is not outrageous.

Zhao Ying froze. She was only in the second realm, so how could she kill the monsters in the third realm?

But she can't do it, my little uncle can definitely do it!

"You keep all these flying swords, I will let my elder come, he will definitely be able to do it."

"Heh, I won't keep it for you. I have six swords. Could it be possible for your elders to kill six three-level monsters in one day?"

The sword seller monk sneered.

"OK."

Zhao Ying left a word and immediately ran towards Jianshou Peak.

Hearing her words, many monks gathered around the booth burst into laughter.

What do you mean by being a Great Demon of the Three Realms?

In today's practice world, which monk dares to say that he can kill six three-level monsters in one day?

Chapter 192 Not only did I kill, I also wanted to kill them all!

Zhao Ying rushed back to Jianshou Peak with her fastest speed, and rushed into Bai Wu's bedroom.

"Little Martial Uncle, I saw the flying swords of the Martial Uncles."

Bai Wu suddenly opened her eyes, and she turned to look at Zhao Ying:

"where?"

"It's in the market at the foot of the mountain."

Immediately, Zhao Ying only felt that her perception was spinning, and she couldn't tell the north from the south.

When she opened her eyes again, she was already standing outside the market.

"Take me there quickly."

The figure of Bai Wu was anxious.

Zhao Ying immediately walked towards the sword stall with a white mist.

In just a few moments, someone was exchanging prices with the sword seller monk.

"Can I exchange this sword with you for a mantid at the peak of the Second Realm?"

Where is the big monster of the three realms so easy to hunt and kill, people with this strength don't lack this sword.

"no!"

The monk selling swords refused expressionlessly.

Suddenly, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy appeared in front of the stall at some point, and was about to reach out to touch the swords on the stall.