Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

A middle-aged man raised his voice and said, "Master Fakong, what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Fakong said, "I created this swordsmanship by integrating several swordsmanships. What do you think, Mr. Lu?"

Lu Yuanfeng, the top master of the Wuchang Sword Sect.

As the top master of the Wuchang Sword Sect, his swordsmanship is of course amazing. He was also a famous swordsman in Dayun.

After staying in Zhenlongyuan for twenty years, time has made him old. He is already middle-aged, and his handsome face has been weathered by the years.

Lu Yuanfeng nodded slowly: "This is the first time I have seen such a magic sword. It is amazing. I admire it."

Fakong smiled and said, "But although my swordsmanship is amazing, it may not be the opponent of the dragon. We still need everyone to work together."

"Master, can't stop the dragon?" Lu Yuanfeng asked solemnly.

Fakong shook his head and said, "It's hard to say since we haven't competed."

In fact, judging from the future situation, his sword can hurt the dragon, and it can seriously injure it and then fall back to Zhenlongyuan.

But this matter is of great importance and cannot make any mistakes.

More importantly, the clairvoyance cannot be relied upon, there are too many variables. The future I see now is that I can stop the dragon, but when it really happens, will there be any changes?

To be foolproof, we must be cautious and mobilize all our strength to intercept the dragon.

The Little Western Paradise has become more and more solid, and my domination of the Little Western Paradise is getting deeper and deeper.

This is all thanks to their faith that is constantly pouring in, strengthening the Little Western Paradise.

The weaker the Great Western Paradise is, the less power I can exert, and I am even less sure about dealing with the dragon.

That is a positive cycle.

So I need our Long Yuan, and I also need a Long Yuan with fewer people.

My eyes turned to Yunjing and fell on the seventh floor of Feiyun Tower, a restaurant in Yunjing.

Feiyun Tower was extremely quiet. The first floor was full of people of all kinds, and the seventh floor was either rich or noble, because there were private rooms, and it was also very quiet.

Eight old men sat at a round table by the window.

Everyone was wearing brocade and embroidered robes, and everyone was stroking a piece of beautiful jade, which was warm and shiny.

We had just ordered the dishes, and while the dishes were still coming down, we had some free time to chat.

"Old Xu, Old Zhou, have they heard about Zhen Daqian?"

"Is there a dragon coming out of Zhen Daqian?"

"He heard about it, too!"

"Hey, your nephew's friend is working outside the palace, and he got some news from me." An old man in brocade robe stroked his beard and smiled, shaking his head and said, "It's a pity, I'm very tight-lipped, I only leaked a little bit, the rest is vague, does Old Zheng know?"

"He knows a little bit."

"Keep it a secret, tell me quickly."

"Yes, tell me quickly, what's going on? Is the dragon really going to be born?"

"That's a good thing, right?"

"Hey, Old Zhou, you're sober now, right?"

"Old Zhou, if the dragon is really a good thing, why is there no Zhen Quyu? Why does the little prince have to stay here all the time!"

Everyone thinks that Zhen Daqian is guarding some extremely vicious people, and we are all either rich or noble, and we know even less news, and we know the reason why Zhen Quyu exists.

But we have always been skeptical, thinking that the court was deliberately setting up a trap to deceive people, and it was actually the real Tailing.

Because it involves the dragon vein, it is called Zhen Quyu.

Now I know that my guess is correct, and there is really no dragon on Zhen Daqian.

"Will there be no trouble if the dragon comes out?"

"That's less trouble. Dragons are ferocious and weak. They may only regard you humans as ants. It is said that any low-level player in the world is its enemy. When it comes out, it can kill people if it wants to and stir up trouble if it wants to. Who can control it?"

"It's really troublesome."

"Can anyone really control it?"

"If it can be controlled, why send so few top low-level players to guard it? You heard that the low-level players who suddenly disappeared in those years all retreated to Zhen Daqian."

"With so few people, there should be a chance of failure, right?"

"It's still possible."

"Hmm? It's still possible!?"

"You heard that the monk Xinli personally took action that time and mobilized the top low-level players of Fakong and Xiaoyong to help."

"The monk Xinli..."

"It's not this monk Quyu!"

"The monk Xinli actually came out in person It moved, it seems that the dragon is really powerful. "

"It is said that once it leaves Zhen Daqian, it will inevitably cause great suffering to all living beings."

"Hehe, is it possible that Cheng can still escape from your Yunjing?"

"It is just Yunjing, Shenjing and Tianjing have escaped, think about it, Zhen Daqian, but it has been suppressed for so long, how can it let you Xiaoyun go?"

"What if you want to delay and run?"

"Do you think that the monk Xinli can definitely control the dragon!"

"Yes, the monk Quyu is not only profound in Buddhism, but also in Buddhist mantras. He also has supernatural powers, so he can definitely suppress the dragon!"

"Add your Xiaoyun's top low-hand, and Fakong and Xiaoyong's low-hand, it will definitely work."

"Will we fight each other first?"

"... It is really impossible."

We stopped worrying about Xiaoyun fighting with Fakong and Xiaoyong's low-hand, after all, they have a deep hatred.

That kind of blood feud can't be put aside for a short time, or even forever, it will be a matter of life and death.

"You can live, without the Faithful Monk."

"No matter how powerful the Faithful Monk is, I'm afraid he can't eliminate the hatred."

"The divine monk's Buddhist teachings are profound, and they will surely dispel our hostility."

"Old Zhou, the divine monk is a human or a god."

"You will wait and see!"

Xinli saw the outside and nodded with satisfaction.

I secretly sent people to spread the news, and it seems to have worked.

My eyes turned to Shenjing again, listening to the discussions outside Wangjiang Tower, and the discussions in my restaurant.

It was the same in Tianjin.

The dragon became a hot topic of discussion, and everyone was talking about it.

People played their own tricks, and few people looked up ancient books to understand the habits and cruelty of the dragon.

The more people understood the dragon, the more frightened they felt.

The dragon was more cruel than imagined. Once it flew out of Zhen Daqian and wreaked havoc in the sky, it would cause many people to suffer.

It was said that it would definitely be my turn. Once I touched it, I would definitely not be lucky enough to escape, but I would definitely die.

The weakness and ferocity of the dragon made the thick atmosphere permeate everywhere, and people felt more and more that it was dangerous.

All the wishes of everyone fell under the control of Xinli.

Xiaoyun, Quyu and Xiaoyong's low-handed hands were not famous, but in terms of reputation, Xinli was the most famous.

Moreover, our low-handed hands were organized by Xinli, which made people have high hopes and expectations for me.

Quyu felt the surge of Longyuan, and felt the wishes of all living beings from Longyuan, and suddenly became excited.

I will definitely satisfy everyone's wishes and suppress the dragon, then I will definitely gain huge merits, and thus push the Vajra God Art back one or even two levels.

Maybe my Vajra God Art level is not enough, that time, even so few people, I alone, can suppress the dragon with bare hands.

That is the weakness of the Vajra God Art.

I retracted my gaze and looked at everyone again.

Everyone stood up and stared at me covetously.