Fantasy: Heavenly Dao Revolves Around Me

When I came out of the quiet room, it was past noon.

Fang Mingjing came outside the house.

It has to be said that the environment of Zhishui Peak, the residence of the Holy Son of Sacred Land, is excellent.

The yard is full of green grass.

Under the long pavilion of trees, clusters of flowers are blooming on both sides of the road, and the road extends to the flowerbed at the end. It is an ingenious structure that can have flowers blooming no matter what season it is.

The weather at this time is still relatively warm, so the types of flowers in full bloom are also full of warm tones and bright colors.

Let's go play by the lake...

He thought so, but before he could leave, the maid Qing He hurried over.

"Miss Qinghe?"

"Little Holy Son, the Holy Master just sent someone to look for it, saying that he will go to him after you finish your cultivation."

"Go again..."

Fang Mingjing grunted.

However, he nodded to show that he knew.

He didn't procrastinate, and immediately set off down the mountain.

The Cultivation Base in Condensation Realm already has the ability to fly in the air, so he went down the mountain without much effort.

At the foot of the mountain, there was an old man in black robe who had been waiting for a long time.

"Uncle Shepherd."

"Hehe, the old servant has seen the little Shengzi."

The old man bowed slightly with a smile.

He always made the etiquette thoughtful. However, Fang Mingjing didn't care too much after seeing it too many times.

"What did Master tell me to do?"

"Didn't the Holy Son say that he was more interested in swords a few days ago? In addition, now that the Cultivation Base breakthrough has reached the Realm Condensation Realm, it's time to choose a weapon."

Uncle Mu was talking slowly while leading Fang Mingjing forward.

Chongxiao Sacred Land is huge.

If you only rely on walking, you may not see the end after walking for ten days and half a month.

However, the old man took Fang Mingjing's hand and walked as if to relax, and the scene reflected in the vision of the two of them was constantly changing.

"I've seen the little saint."

"Shepherd Elder."

"Son."

Disciples who met the two along the road saluted one after another.

Uncle Mu responded with a smile.

Although he is a Sacred Land Elder, he does not have the airs of a peak powerhouse in the Nirvana realm, and even on weekdays he only regards himself as the old servant of the Holy Lord.

"It's raining?"

The sky in the distance is drizzling.

Fang Mingjing frowned slightly.

"Holy Son doesn't like rainy days?"

"I don't like it today."

"..."

The old man seemed to pause for a moment, and said earnestly: "The change of the four seasons is the order of the world, and it cannot be changed at will."

"I don't listen."

"..."

Helpless, Uncle Mu had no choice but to wave his hand, and the Spiritual Qi, which was as majestic as the sea, directly dispersed the rain clouds in the sky.

At this time, the dojo between the two and the Holy Master was not far away.

Sacred Lord of the Sacred Land, Jiang Jiuge.

It is said that before succeeding to the position of Holy Master a hundred years ago, he suppressed a generation as the last Holy Son. Now that a hundred years have passed, the Cultivation Base has already reached the reincarnation state.

Uncle Mu waited Fang Mingjing outside the dojo and withdrew.

When Fang Mingjing was left behind and walked into the dojo alone, he found that besides the holy master Jiang Jiuge, there was also a young man with an indifferent expression.

When he noticed Fang Mingjing's arrival, the young man frowned imperceptibly, and then saluted Jiang Jiuge.

"Since the master still has something important to do, the disciple will leave first."

"Go."

Jiang Jiuge nodded slightly.

With the approval, the young man left the dojo directly, even if he met Fang Mingjing head-on, he didn't have the slightest thought of contacting him.

Until his back is gone,

"That's your brother Yu Yuan."

Jiang Jiuge walked over.

He looked like a handsome young man.

There was a slight smile on his face, his voice was clear, and the breath surrounding him was an incredible sense of tranquility.

If ordinary people saw him for the first time, they might only think that he was a quiet and gentle young man...

"..."

Fang Mingjing didn't answer, and then heard Jiang Jiuge speak with a smile in his voice: "Before you, everyone thought that he would be my new son of Sacred Land, and most Elders also had high hopes for him."

"what about now?"

"What else is there now?" He smiled and pressed Fang Mingjing's head, then turned back, "Come with me."

step out.

The environment inside the dojo has changed.

The interior is so large that it is almost impossible to see the opposite wall.

There is no one around, and there is no sound in such a huge place, creating a solemn atmosphere invisibly.

Jiang Jiuge raised his hand falsely.

Immediately, ripples rippled in the calm void, and the three phantoms gradually became solid.

Zheng!

A vortex of Spiritual Qi was set off in the dojo, and amidst the whistling sounds, three swords with completely different styles but uniformly exuding a simple and simple atmosphere gradually emerged.

"Choose."

three swords.

The size of the swords is almost the same, and the casting style is also slender and light, but the aura revealed by these three swords is very different.

One is determined to soar into the sky, and the momentum seems to be able to tear everything apart; the other is majestic, majestic, majestic and intimidating; the last one is restrained in aura, without any eye-catching.

Without much thought, Fang Mingjing reached out to the first sword.

But, when he just held the sword, boom! The sharp Sword intent on the sword soared into the sky, and the berserk Spiritual Qi resisted with a vortex-like torrent——

The sword has a spirit, although this spirit refers to only a trace of spirituality, but it will also choose the master.

"...I don't know how to flatter."

Under Jiang Jiuge's watchful eyes, Fang Mingjing muttered, then let go of his hand, and the sword fell to the ground with a thud.

Then he crossed the second sword and reached for the last.

This time it went well.

"Have you chosen?"

"Well, that's it."

he said.

One hand was on the hilt of the sword.

Just such an action,

Swish!

There was a rare look of surprise in Jiang Jiuge's eyes.

At this moment, the ground in the dojo suddenly became full of incisions for no apparent reason, and these hideous incisions were still spreading far away——

Not a Sword intent.

Nor is it Sword Pressure or Spiritual Qi...

It's just holding the hilt of the sword.

Just such a movement made the whole dojo scarred and scarred without a sound, and...

Looking at the two swords that had completely lost their momentum, Jiang Jiuge was a little dumbfounded, but he couldn't help but feel admiration.

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