Ask about the Immortal Way

Chapter 2078 A letter

"Greetings to Uncle Master."

"Greetings to Master Huan..."

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Huanhen landed in front of the palace and put away his light. He was dressed in a tight suit, tied up his long hair, and carried a long sword. He was elegant and his eyes were as sharp as a sword, like a swordsman walking in the rivers and lakes.

The spirit sword is sheathed, which is a special sword-keeping technique.

When the disciples of Qingyang Temple saw him, they bowed and saluted with awe on their faces.

These disciples also feared Li Yufu and Shen Chen, but the two kinds of awe were different. They feared Huanhen more than respected him. Anyone who had seen his performance on the battlefield would be full of fear of him.

In the Storm Realm, Huanhen's reputation was no less than that of Master Li Yufu and Tiangong League Leader Shen Chen.

He adheres to the way of killing with swords, and is like a fish in water on the battlefield. He leads the way in every battle, rushing into the enemy's formation with his sword. The sword flashes, blood and limbs fly, and fresh lives are taken away in an instant, leaving behind corpses, but he does not change his expression.

Whether it is the enemy or the friendly alliance, seeing this scene will be terrified.

Countless corpses fall under his sword. It can be said that he is a strong man who has walked out of the sea of ​​blood.

Those disciples are extremely respectful, dare not breathe, and lower their heads and dare not look at Huanhen.

Huanhen knows his reputation, but has no intention of changing it. This is his way, and he does not need to care about the eyes of others.

If the enemy is afraid of him, it is a good thing to be afraid before the battle.

He has a stern expression, just a faint "hmm", and walks past these disciples, showing a very cold performance.

If it were not for the younger generation of the same sect, he would not even bother to respond, but the more such performance, the more at ease the other party would be.

Even the disciples of Qingyang Temple felt great pressure when facing Huanhen. If Huanhen suddenly became as kind and amiable as other teachers one day and taught them earnestly, they would only feel panic.

Huanhen restrained his sword intent and walked to the gate of the palace. Just as he was about to trigger the ban and go to see the master of the temple, a flash of light suddenly appeared on the pendant hanging on his waist.

His expression moved slightly, and he stopped walking. He was a little surprised, and then his figure flashed and disappeared.

After Huanhen left, all the disciples felt relieved, and did not dare to discuss the teacher, and each dispersed.

At this time, Huanhen flew to a peak on the side. The height of this peak was comparable to the main peak where the palace was located, but there was a large formation near the top of the mountain, which concealed this place. From the outside, it was just an ordinary mountain.

The top of the mountain was built into a regular platform as a competition platform for the disciples of Qingyang Temple in the future.

There were two people standing on the arena, Shen Chen and Jian Nu.

"Senior Brother Shen, how are you?"

Huanhen landed and bowed to Shen Chen.

He was Shangguan Lifeng's apprentice. Qin Sang and Shangguan Lifeng were equals, so Li Yufu recognized him as his junior apprentice.

However, after Shangguan Lifeng's death, Li Yufu and Shen Chen had taught Huanhen a lot. Although he was called Senior Brother, Huanhen always treated him as a teacher and was very polite.

After paying his respects, Huanhen turned his head to look at Jiannu. He noticed Jiannu as soon as he arrived here.

Jiannu stood there quietly, and he couldn't even sense the fluctuation of his spiritual power, as if he was a mortal. However, Huanhen could feel a special charm from Jiannu, and immediately determined that this person must be a sword cultivator!

A strange color flashed in Huanhen's eyes. This person was as deep as the sea, and he couldn't see through him. His cultivation must be higher than his own. When did such a sword cultivator appear in the Storm Realm?

Because the amount of Qingling Qi is limited, it is necessary to carefully consider who to give it to, judging each person's talent, character, etc., and give it to the person with the greatest hope of breakthrough.

More than 90% of the current Storm Realm's Divine Transformation cultivators have broken through with the help of Qingling Qi, and have received its grace and cause and effect. These people have appeared on the battlefield and their names are well known, and they cannot be hidden.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some people have quietly broken through, fearing the Changyou Clan, and hiding. Not everyone can put the overall situation first. No matter what the situation is, it is inevitable that some people will have different intentions.

Huanhen doesn't care about the origin of Jiannu. His instinctive reaction is that he finally met a fellow expert who can verify the sword way. The spirit sword behind him moves in response to his heart, and the sword rings.

Sensing Huanhen's fighting spirit, Shen Chen smiled, "Why don't you pay homage to Senior Jiannu!"

Although he and Jiannu are both in the Divine Transformation Realm, Qin Sang calls him a fellow Taoist, and his attitude towards Jiannu is obviously unusual, so he calls him a senior.

Unless Master Tianyue has special instructions, Jian Nu doesn't care about red tape and won't say much.

When Shen Chen first heard the name "Jian Nu", he was slightly surprised. After all, who would use the name of slave to belittle himself?

But to Huanhen, this name has a different meaning. He who calls himself a sword slave must have only the sword in his heart. He is a pure sword cultivator!

"Meeting Senior Jian Nu!"

Huanhen's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his fighting spirit increased instead of decreasing. The whole person was like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

Shen Chen knew the temperament of this junior brother and had expected this. He looked at Jian Nu, "Senior Jian Nu, this..."

Jian Nu said cheerfully: "I was just about to exchange sword skills with friend Huanhen!"

Shen Chen nodded, flashed away from the ring, and landed on the viewing platform next to him, and was about to fully open the ring formation.

On the ring, only Jian Nu and Huanhen were left.

The two were ten feet apart, looking at each other.

Huanhen was wearing a strong suit and carrying a sword. The spirit sword was vibrating behind him frequently, and the sound of the sword was deafening, as if he couldn't wait to kill the enemy for his master.

In the sound of the sword, his momentum continued to accumulate, rising step by step, merging with the sword's will, and his edge became stronger and stronger.

On the other hand, the sword slave was wearing black clothes, with his feet slightly apart and his arms hanging naturally, and his sword could not be seen.

His eyes were somewhat cloudy, and there was no sharpness in them. He just looked at Huanhen calmly, like an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life looking at a young man who had just started out.

‘Buzz buzz buzz…’

The sound of the sword resounded throughout the arena.

Suddenly, Huanhen opened his eyes slightly, and his momentum finally reached its peak, and the sound of the sword stopped abruptly.

With a clang, the spirit sword was unsheathed, and the sword light suddenly appeared, like a pool of autumn water, dazzling and dazzling.

At this moment, Shen Chen, who was watching the battle on the viewing platform, suddenly changed his expression, and suddenly stood up, his face full of shock.

The sword light dimmed, and never left Huanhen's back from beginning to end. The spirit sword was only half pulled out of the scabbard, and then it froze there.

The spirit sword had not been unsheathed, and Huanhen stood there without moving a step, staring at the front, where there was a sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at his forehead, less than three inches away from him!

At the moment when he was about to draw his sword, he suddenly felt a great crisis coming, but before he could control the sword to counterattack, the sword appeared in front of him.

Huanhen had no protective treasures, only a sword, and the sword intent that was everywhere around him was his most proud means of defense.

The sword intent formed the strongest barrier, which could resist any attack from the enemy. As long as the attack was approaching, it would meet the opponent's most fierce counterattack. It was faster than any protective treasure and was trustworthy.

But when facing the sword slave, the sword intent barrier failed. The sword easily passed through the sword intent barrier and appeared in front of him so abruptly. His protective sword intent had no reaction, or it was too late to react.

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If the sword slave had not shown mercy, the sword might have pierced his forehead and pierced his head.

Huanhen knew that this was the sword of the sword slave, but he did not see when the sword slave sacrificed the sword and what sword technique he used.

Huanhen tried to find excuses for himself. If it wasn't for the sparring, and Jian Nu didn't stop, he would definitely be able to control the sword to resist, and he wouldn't be completely powerless to fight back. But Huanhen deduced over and over again, and the conclusion was the same. He might be able to block the first sword, but it would be difficult to block the second sword!

The battle between the incarnation monks was mixed with the competition of heavenly power. The one with higher cultivation could suppress the opponent with heavenly power.

Huanhen knew that his cultivation was not as good as Jian Nu's, and he was prepared for this, but the opponent clearly did not use the slightest heavenly power.

This was a fair sword fight, and he lost, so thoroughly.

'Bang! '

The spirit sword returned to the sheath, and Huanhen lowered his head, "I lost."

The shock in Shen Chen's eyes had not disappeared. Huanhen was definitely not the opponent of Jian Nu, but he didn't expect that this battle ended so quickly, and Huanhen couldn't even take a sword.

No wonder the master valued Jian Nu so much!

Shen Chen even had some doubts about whether Liuli Fairy and the chief of the Changyou tribe were the opponents of Jian Nu.

Just as he was about to fly to the ring, a figure appeared beside him. It was Li Yufu.

"Brother..."

"I saw it," Li Yufu nodded, his eyes shining, and he sighed, "Master uncle is really surrounded by no false people!"

Shen Chen deeply agreed.

The two landed on the ring, bowed to the sword slave, and looked at Huanhen.

Huanhen did not notice their arrival, and stood there motionless. The spirit sword had been taken back by the sword slave. Huanhen lowered his eyes, as if he was recalling the previous battle, immersed in it, and the sword intent on his body was floating.

Seeing that he seemed to have gained something, the sword slave nodded secretly, and he was a promising talent.

After a while, Huanhen finally woke up. Seeing Li Yufu, he quickly saluted, "Greetings to the master of the temple, I am sorry for my rudeness."

Li Yufu smiled and nodded, and saluted the sword slave solemnly, "Junior brother Huanhen is devoted to pursuing the way of swordsmanship, but he has no famous teacher. Could you please give me some advice? We will be grateful!"

Huanhen showed an earnest look. He believed that the way of swordsmanship should be unstoppable, but he would not be blindly arrogant. Any strong swordsman is his teacher.

The sword slave glanced at Huanhen, turned around and walked out of the arena, "If you want to learn swordsmanship, follow me."

"Thank you for your guidance!"

Huanhen bowed and followed quickly.

Watching them leave, Shen Chen sighed and looked at Li Yufu, "Master is in seclusion? I wonder if there is anything else to say?"

Li Yufu nodded, his lips moved slightly, and he said something in a voice transmission.

Shen Chen looked solemn and nodded frequently.

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South of Zhongzhou, slightly to the west, there are countless islands on the sea, where the Changyou people live.

The islands are distributed regularly, and some can form an island chain. The Changyou people can form a solid defense line by deploying their army here.

In the past, there would be fierce beasts running out of the filthy land, but they only appeared occasionally, and usually only one each time, which would not cause too much damage, and the Changyou people who practiced nearby could surround and kill them.

Until that fierce beast group attack, the Changyou people suffered heavy losses, and later discovered the Storm Realm, the Changyou people stationed their army here.

The Storm Realm organized several counterattacks, but every time it forced the Changyou people back here, it could not continue, and would be attacked back by the Changyou people, and the battlefield has been pulling back and forth in the sea between the two places. Now the Changyou people are in power and have occupied the Western Wilderness again.

Beyond the first layer of island chains, there are two places similar to the gathering of archipelagos behind, and the Changyou people can retreat again and again, and the depth of the battlefield is unmatched by the Storm Realm.

Countless people in the tribe suffered casualties during the attacks of ferocious beasts. After hundreds of years of recuperation, they are gradually recovering.

Outside the three-layer island chain, there is a vast continent, which is the richest and most core area of ​​the Changyou tribe. Most of the famous families are here, as well as the ancestral temple of the Changyou tribe.

The Ancestral Temple is the most important holy place in every alien tribe. The ancestors are worshiped in the temple. The aliens believe that only by worshiping their ancestors devoutly can the ancestors guide them to find the road.

This continent is called Shengmuyuan. Legend has it that the ancestors of the Changyou tribe once bathed in a holy lake here.

There are countless rivers and lakes in Shengmu Plain, and there is abundant rainfall. Almost 60% of it is water. The remainder is composed of many swamps, wetlands and rainforests, and there is very little truly dry land. The land is divided into pieces by water flow, and when viewed from above, it looks like an archipelago in the sea.

This is exactly the environment that the Changyou tribe likes. The Changyou tribe is born with magical powers to control water, and mortals are also born to like water.

The holy lake is the holy land of the Changyou people, and the ancestral temple is built in the center of the holy lake.

The chiefs and elders of the Changyou Clan are responsible for guarding the ancestral temple. Unless something big happens, they will not leave the holy lake easily.

The patriarch's mansion is located by the holy lake, and the patriarch is retreating in the mansion at this time.

In a certain quiet room, an oil lamp burned quietly.

The leader of the Changyou clan sat cross-legged under the lamp. The light produced a plume of white smoke, which was inhaled into his nose.

Lamp oil is a special spiritual object. After burning, it emits a refreshing fragrance, which has the effect of calming the mind and assisting in spiritual practice. It is also a very rare treasure in the Changyou clan, and only the clan leader and clan elders are eligible to enjoy it.

Zhu Yan and the imperial clan under his command are often brave, good at fighting, and physically strong. The Changyou clan is no exception. Most of their clan members are powerful and majestic.

This clan leader is short and thin, only half the height of a normal Changyou clan member. His cheeks are almost concave, making his cheeks look more like a sharp-mouthed monkey. His four ears on both sides are extremely large, and his appearance is quite strange.

While he was meditating, the head of the Changyou Clan flapped his ears slightly, and suddenly opened his eyes, and the quiet room seemed to be bright for a moment.

The ban on the quiet room was touched by outsiders. The leader of the Changyou clan felt that he was the third son he valued most. He had made an explanation before retreating, and others did not dare to disturb him at this time.

He frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Father!"

The patriarch's son's voice was a little panicked, as if he had encountered something terrible, "A man asked me to give a letter to my father, saying that he would wait for him outside the Holy Land!"

The eyes of the leader of the Changyou clan narrowed slightly. His son also had the first level of Kongjing realm. Who could make him so panicked that he would obediently deliver the letter regardless of disturbing his own cultivation?

The door to the quiet room silently opened a crack.

The patriarch's son held a talisman letter in his hands. Suddenly, he felt a light touch on his hand, and the talisman letter flew into the quiet room.

The leader of the Changyou clan opened the talisman letter, looked at it twice, and his expression suddenly changed.

He stood up slowly, thinking about something in his heart, his face was uncertain, and finally his expression returned to calm, he walked out of the quiet room, and said to the third son who was standing beside him respectfully: "Keep this matter in your stomach."

The patriarch's son trembled all over, "My son, obey!"