Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Zhuo Ping retracted his sharp eyes, smiled slightly, and clasped his fists and said: "I am Zhuo Ping of Tianhai Sword Sect. I wonder what sects the four young masters are from?"

"Let's fight first." Xu Qingluo drew the sword from its sheath, shook it lightly, and the sword body flashed with sparkling light: "After you beat us, let's talk about sects."

"After beating the younger ones, the older ones are here," Zhou Yang curled his lips: "It's worthy of being Tianhai Sword Sect. This is how a famous sect behaves."

Zhuo Ping laughed and said: "The four of you are very powerful in swordsmanship, but did you come to our Tianhai Sword Sect because we have grievances?"

Zhou Yang sneered and said: "What do you mean by coming to your Tianhai Sword Sect? You came to us!"

"Hmm-?" Zhuo Ping's face darkened slightly, and he frowned and said: "Come to you?"

Zhou Yang said unhappily: "You Tianhai Sword Sect disciples are really arrogant and arrogant. You think we are annoying, so you want to deal with us."

Zhuo Ping turned his head and looked behind him.坖

Seven Tianhai Sword Sect disciples stood behind him, looking at each other in bewilderment. They were not aware of the situation at the time.

The eight people at the time were seriously injured and had all found a place to heal.

The shoulder injury seemed to be just a superficial injury, but it was crucial for a swordsman. If he was not careful and did not recover well, it would greatly affect his swordsmanship.

And the shoulder was connected to the tendons, and tendon injuries were the most difficult to heal. Even with a panacea, it was not that easy.

Zhuo Ping turned back and smiled: "Then I want to apologize on behalf of the disciples. Please forgive me, four gentlemen."

Zhou Yang snorted: "Fortunately, we still have some ability to protect ourselves and our swordsmanship is okay. Otherwise, if it were someone with weaker martial arts, he would have been injured or even disabled by your Tianhai Sword Sect disciples."

"Not to the point of being disabled." Zhuo Ping shook his head.坖

Zhou Yang sneered: "Those eight guys are so angry that they have no place to vent. How could they let us off easily!"

Xu Qingluo said: "Otherwise, we don't have to stab your arms. If we don't let them get away from the wound, they might not give up, or even kill us and die with us. You Tianhai Sword Sect disciples, don't mess with you, don't mess with you!"

She shook her head repeatedly, with a look of disapproval on her face.

Zhuo Ping's face was ugly.

I knew that the disciples were a little impetuous and arrogant, and I tried my best to restrain them, but after all, they were only elders, not the headmaster.

When the headmaster Leng was there, he could still suppress them, and it wasn't too much. Now that the headmaster Leng is gone, the headmaster Zhao not only does not suppress them, but caters to them.

This makes the disciples more unscrupulous and more domineering and willful, which is really not a good thing.坖

It's a pity that I am an old elder and have never been trusted by Master Zhao. He has always wanted to drive me out of the position of elder and promote his own confidant.

So he didn't listen to my advice at all, but was very impatient, thinking that he was too old-fashioned and conservative.

The current Tianhai Sword Sect is no longer the Tianhai Sword Sect of Leng Feiqiong's era. It is strong enough and there is no need to hide one's strength, keep a low profile, or be depressed.

Swordsmen should move forward bravely. Without the domineering spirit of moving forward, how can they practice swordsmanship well and forge the mind of swordsmen?

As an elder, I can't go against the master, I can only stare blankly.

Now I finally see the consequences. I have provoked a powerful opponent for no reason. This is asking for trouble!

Xu Qingluo shook the sword again, and the light was bright: "Elder Zhuo, are you going to fight?"

"Okay!" Zhuo Ping suppressed his anger and regained his calm.

Once in action, the sword is the only thing that matters. All other emotions and thoughts are thrown away. The heart and the sword, the spirit and the sword are united, and the qi and the sword are united.

"Please teach me." Zhuo Ping drew his sword out of its sheath, and his spirit and energy were instantly connected with the long sword, as one.

He is the sword, and the sword is him.

The seven young men behind him suddenly became solemn, their eyes shining.

The Tianhai Sword Sect has profound sword tactics and invincible sword techniques, but sword techniques are practiced by people, not learned and practiced by seeing.

They know that they have a bright future, provided that they work hard to practice and practice to the level of Elder Zhuo.

Xu Qingluo looked solemn and nodded gently.

As expected of an elder of the Tianhai Sword Sect, he is much stronger than the eight young masters of the Tianhai Sword Sect in front of him.

The degree of unity of the sword and the god alone is far stronger. This is the accumulated power of time, which should not be underestimated.

"Swish!" Zhuo Ping thrust out his long sword, and a white mist seemed to appear in the void, covering the long sword, incredibly fast.

"Ding..." Xu Qingluo swung out a clear light, and the sword tips collided.

Zhuo Ping's expression was solemn, and he thrust out again.

Once he wielded the sword, his mind was not distracted, and he had no sorrow, no joy, no anger, and no grief. His heart was like a sword, moving forward bravely and piercing everything.

But when the tip of his sword stabbed halfway, his shoulder hurt, and then it became soft and weak, and his palm could not even hold the hilt of the sword.

He knew it was not good, and hurriedly reached out with his left palm to catch the falling long sword, and was about to thrust it out, but his left shoulder also hurt, and became soft and weak again.

"Ding..." The long sword fell and trembled on the blue brick, and the bright sword body trembled weakly.

Xu Qingluo returned the sword to the sheath, clasped his fists and said: "Elder Zhuo, thank you."

Zhuo Ping's eyes moved away from his long sword, his mind was disconnected, and he looked up at Xu Qingluo with a sense of loss.

His eyes were full of scrutiny.

There are probably only a few swordsmen in the world who can reach this level, and they are definitely not unknown people. 坖

Who could it be?

He said in a deep voice: "Is it Master Leng in person?"

Xu Qingluo laughed and said: "Leng Feiqiong?"

Zhuoping stared at her with his eyes, unblinking, not missing the slightest change in his expression.

Being able to stab his own shoulders with two swords was due to the opponent's extremely fast swordsmanship. Moreover, it was probably because he knew the Tianhai Sword Sect's swordsmanship very well and was familiar with his own sword-wielding habits.

The only person in the world who meets these two conditions is Leng Feiqiong.

Leng Feiqiong also knows the art of disguise, and she is extremely skilled in the art of disguise. Changing it like this to tease herself is also in line with her behavior.坝

A young man hurriedly stepped forward, took out the porcelain bottle from his arms, and sprinkled the powder on Zhuo Ping's shoulder where blood was pouring out.

Zhuoping ignored him and just stared at Xu Qingluo.

Chu Ling snorted: "Isn't Leng Feiqiong the only one in the world with great swordsmanship?"

Zhuoping stared at Xu Qingluo and said, "Isn't it really the leader Leng?"

Xu Qingluo showed a playful smile and said: "Master? Isn't she no longer the leader of Tianhai Sword Sect?"

Zhuoping said solemnly: "Headmaster Leng is the former head of our sect."

"I have been famous for Leng Feiqiong for a long time. When I came to Shenjing this time, I also wanted to compete with her to see how strong her swordsmanship is." Xu Qingluo said, "Is she much better than you?"

Zhuoping said solemnly: "The difference between cloud and mud."

Xu Qingluo nodded: "That's good. If I really want to be like you, it would be so disappointing. The Tianhai Sword Sect is already disappointing enough."

Zhuoping's face turned red.

He felt as if he had been slapped twice.

It was really a big joke that the dignified elder of the Tianhai Sword Sect could not block the two swords of an unknown master.

How can Tianhai Sword Sect have the dignity to claim to be the best sword sect in the world?

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Are the four young masters staying in Shenjing all this time?"

"Leave tomorrow," Xu Qingluo said, "I'll be back in a while, and then I'll learn a few tricks with Leng Feiqiong."

"Does your Tianhai Sword Sect have any more powerful swordsmen?" Zhou Yang asked.

Zhuoping said slowly: "It's not in Shenjing City."

Zhou Yang suddenly looked disappointed: "Let's talk about it next time we meet."

Xu Qingluo clasped her fists and said, "Sorry, I won't send you far away."

Zhuoping slowly raised his hands and made a fist. This was already the limit of his strength. With this movement, the blood that had been slightly stagnated surged out again.

He turned around and left with the seven people, sighing secretly.坝

It is indeed not the cold leader.

After all, having been together for so long, Master Leng would definitely feel it.

He felt that sword energy had been condensing on his shoulder, and the injury was getting worse, so he accelerated his steps, returned to a house, and began to perform exercises to heal the injury.

However, his injuries did not slow down. Instead, they continued to worsen. Eventually, he could no longer move his hands at all, and even his internal organs were damaged. These two auras dissipated after three days, and he was already lying on the bed.

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