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"I want to take you to meet someone."

Daoxuan walked steadily on the quiet path in the mountains, and his voice came out faintly.

"Is it the reclusive master from Qingyun Sect?"

"Did the questions and answers just passed the test?"

Daoxuan thought about the previous exchange, "Maybe, you have outstanding talent, and your swordsmanship is even more outstanding along the way. Now I already believe that you were the one who swung the sword three years ago."

"Originally, I wanted to hand you over to that guide, but he didn't want to show up."

"Now you are already at the seventh level of Yuqing Realm, far beyond ordinary disciples, and your future achievements are limitless. If you want to become Qingyun Headmaster, you should know that the sect will naturally love and reward disciples like you."

Daoxuan suddenly stopped and looked at the person in front of him.

In three years, the boy with his head held high has become a handsome young man with outstanding temperament.

"It's up to you to realize how much you can gain." Daoxuan pointed to the distance.

Chen Jun bowed and said, "I will definitely live up to the Master's kindness."

After saying that, Chen Jun stepped forward. Unknowingly, the forest was deep and the environment was extremely cold and quiet. He could only hear a few birds chirping.

Walking slowly, soon a vast open land suddenly appeared in front of me. In the huge open space, there stood a majestic palace with four-cornered eaves, glazed tile roof, and antique house number and red pillars, all of which seemed to tell the story of the past in this tranquility.

history.

Bursts of light smoke drifted out from the deep and somewhat dark hall. Looking from the outside, I could see only a few candles inside, and even the evergreen lamps swaying slightly and hanging in the air.

This is the ancestral hall of the ancestors. Chen Jun stayed in Qingyun and knew clearly in his heart that not far away there was an old man with white hair sweeping the floor with a broom. He was sweeping the floor seriously. He must be Wan Jianyi.

"Since ancient times, famous generals are like beautiful women, who will never let their hair grow old in the world."

Wan Jian stopped holding the broom in one hand and looked up.

"Master Master Daoxuan asked me to come here." Chen Jun directly stated his intention.

"Three years ago, was it you who swung that sword?"

Chen Jun said: "I think no one but me will accept it."

"Three years, seventh level of Jade Clear Realm, very good. If you also wielded the sword intention, it would not be an exaggeration to say that you are a genius."

Wan Jian glanced at the bamboo sword on his back in a blink of an eye, and was slightly confused, "Where is your sword? Thinking about your level, Tian Buyi should be reluctant to part with a fairy sword, or you haven't found the sword since you went down the mountain."

"I have never been down the mountain, and this is my sword."

"Like the sharp blade of a divine weapon, like the iron grass and trees, if there is a sword in the heart, there is no need to stay in the body."

In the world of martial arts, Dugu Qiufei has reached the level where he is no longer stagnant with objects and can use plants, trees, bamboos and rocks as swords. Chen Jun has set foot in the world of martial arts and defeated all his opponents. His level of sword cultivation is no lower than his own. He is fully qualified to say this.

Moreover, in front of him may be the strongest swordsman in the Zhuxian world. He explains the swordsmanship in his heart. If Wan Jianyi is still dismissive like other Qingyun disciples, then this meeting will be meaningless.

What is the difference between seeing and not seeing?

Wan Jianyi was stunned for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, his pupils opened slightly, and a flash of sharpness gradually appeared.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

An invisible sword energy suddenly appeared on his body. It was sharp and sharp. His white hair was fluttering wildly. He looked up to the sky and smiled. The sword energy suddenly shot straight into the sky, like a green dragon reaching for its claws. With a bang, it instantly tore the bright sky.

White clouds.

He was originally a genius, a man of astonishing talent and beauty.

He was extremely heroic, arrogant and conceited, and regarded the world as nothing. Only one person wearing white clothes and holding a sword killed the demon sect to the point of trembling with fear.

It doesn't matter if someone says something shocking in front of him. If you are timid, it's not worth it, but these require crazy capital.

"That's right, but what do you think of the sword in your hand?"

The laughter stopped, and Wan Jianyi's eyes were as sharp as two divine swords, shooting straight through the void, faintly bursting with sparks and scorch.

Like the gaze of a divine sword resting on a person, the burning flames and sharpness are astonishing.

Chen Jun stood tall and looked at him: "My sword can move mountains and seas, conquer demons and kill demons, sweep away thorns for me and me to pursue the path, can also protect my blue and green springs, and can drop a sword for the world.

, I am also willing to open a front line for the avenue!"

Wan Jianyi fell silent for a long time, then sighed quietly: "That's true, but the swordsman must eventually speak with his sword."

"I've wanted to try it for a long time."

"Stagger!"

There was a flash of clear light, and the bamboo sword behind Chen Jun roared into the air. Suddenly it fell into his hand. The long sword slashed far away, and a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky and earth. There was a murderous atmosphere and a strong wind.

A strong wind blew against my face, and the sword slashed from top to bottom and suddenly fell...

Outside the distant mountains, Headmaster Daoxuan looked at the peerless sword energy soaring into the sky, flashing a hint of surprise.

Tian Buyi looked at the mountain behind Tongtian Peak and frowned. Over there was the ancestor's ancestral hall. It would be easy for the sword to rise. What's going on?

But when his disciple returned after not seeing him for a long time, Tian Buyi had no choice but to find Master Daoxuan.

"Don't worry, this is an opportunity. It can only be good for him. I have another task for him. You can go back first."

Ten days later.

Chen Jun slowly walked out of the deep valley with the bamboo sword with faint cracks emerging.

Although this bamboo sword is made from the extremely tough black knot bamboo of Dazhu Peak and is stronger than ordinary weapons, it is still an ordinary soldier, how can it withstand the destruction of two powerful swordsmen.

"Master Master, Chen Jun is here to revive us!"

Daoxuan looked at the young man's figure and was slightly startled. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at the moment:

"It doesn't matter if you come out, there is still more than a year and a half before the Qingyun Seven Meridians Martial Arts Competition. Your master ordered you to go down the mountain to practice and find the magic weapon. I also have a task for you."

"Headmaster, please tell me."

"In recent days, many demon sect thieves have appeared in various places. If you can find out the reasons and the inside story carefully, it will satisfy your ambition to wipe out the evil spirits."

Chen Jun: "..."

"good!"

Dao Xuan said: "With your cultivation and background, you can go anywhere in the world, but if you encounter a big evil from the Demon Sect, you must not go against it. Don't do it by force. Your master still wants you to bring glory to him in the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Competition."

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"yes!"

After Daoxuan explained the specific secular training regulations and mission details, he waved his hand and said, "Step back and inform your master."

After seeing Chen Jun leave, Daoxuan's eyes flashed with doubts.

Ancestral Hall.

Seeing the white-haired old man who was still sweeping the floor, Daoxuan sighed slightly and asked: "What's wrong? With his swordsmanship and talent, he shouldn't have come out so soon."

Wan Jianyi shook his head, "I can't teach him, and I'm not qualified to teach him the way of the sword."

"Tian Buyi may have gathered a thousand years of luck at Dazhu Peak, and this time he got a big deal and can be his master."

Daoxuan's body trembled and he almost lost his voice, "What's wrong?"

Wan Jianyi's eyes were gloomy, "Putting aside his cultivation level, for ten days, even though I discussed the extremes of swordsmanship with him, I couldn't measure him. After that, I awarded him the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique, but he only read it twice. Three days later,

He can use it easily, and there is nothing to teach him, so what should I teach him?"

Wan Jian had a complex expression on his face, took a breath of sadness, and took out a blue atlas from his arms, "After being awarded the title of Demon Slayer, he didn't want to owe me a favor, so he gave me a copy of his own sword technique."

"I have read the whole chapter in the past few days and found that it is very suitable for our Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao. If he can continue to develop the next chapter, I believe that its quality will never be inferior to the Divine Sword and Thunder Control True Jue."

Daoxuan took the map and took a closer look.

The font on it is like a dragon and a snake, vigorous and powerful, like a sharp sword drawn stroke by stroke, with four words printed on it:

"Tai Chi Sword Jue!"