Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fu Qinghe glanced at them calmly, turned around, and continued to take care of the weeds in front of the grave, stamping his foot lightly.

The ground shook.

A stream of energy broke through the ground, like a plow and hoe, leaving a shallow groove.

Wherever it passed, the grass roots were shattered.

Fu Qinghe frowned.

He stamped his foot again.

The ground suddenly bulged, as if an earthworm was swimming quickly underneath, plowing the ground and revealing the roots of the grass wherever it passed.

Fu Qinghe was satisfied.

He followed the instructions, stamping his left foot, an earthworm swam in the soil, and stamping his right foot, another earthworm swam underground.

In the blink of an eye, the ground in front of the grave was swam all over.

These energy stopped in front of the tombstone, and on the other side, in front of the two brothers, stopping in front of their feet.

The area around them was all plowed.

The two of them originally had a teasing look on their faces, gently swinging the branches, frivolous and casual, but now they were tense and gloomy.

They felt the chill of the Qi, and if it attacked them, they would not be able to stop it.

They always thought that their swordsmanship had improved greatly and they could stop Fu Qinghe, so they volunteered to come and lead the charge.

But when they really came into contact with Fu Qinghe and felt Fu Qinghe's Qi, they found that it was not the case.

Fu Qinghe was much stronger than they thought.

Fu Qinghe ignored the two of them, tapped the ground with his toes, slowly floated up, and drew his sword out of the sheath in the air.

The sword light flowed like a clear spring, lightly and silently pouring onto the two pine trees.

Wait until the sword light disappeared.

The two pine trees were trimmed into neat shapes.

Every branch was neat, every pine needle was uniform, and it looked very clean and neat.

Fu Qinghe nodded with satisfaction, then squatted down and opened the wooden box at his feet. Inside were some incense, yellow paper, and a jar of wine.

He pressed the yellow paper first, then took out a roll of yellow paper, as well as some paper swords, paper trees, and even some paper elixirs that he folded by hand, and watched them slowly burn.

He opened the jar of wine without saying a word.

Suddenly, the fragrance slowly floated out, lingering.

A few wisps drifted into the noses of the two brothers.

They immediately drooled wildly, and could only swallow it hard.

They were originally greedy for wine, and they couldn't enjoy it without wine. When they smelled this good wine, they couldn't help it.

This was the good wine that Fu Qinghe got from the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

The wine in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple was all fine wines that several princes or princes tried their best to get, and ordinary people didn't have the opportunity to taste it.

The two brothers had tasted this kind of wine.

Because they had tasted it, they couldn't help drooling at the smell of this fragrance.

"Woo——!" The tall young man waved the branch, whimpered, and snorted: "Mr. Fu, you shouldn't have come back."

Fu Qinghe still had his back to them, not looking at them, not paying any attention, but slowly pouring the wine in the jar onto the burning yellow paper.

As soon as the wine was poured on the fire, the flames suddenly rose and spread, and suddenly brightened.

The sudden bright firelight illuminated his cold face and cold eyes.

The short young man also waved the branch fiercely, teasing: "You shouldn't have come back!"

Fu Qinghe ignored him.

The tall young man sighed: "When you came back, we were all embarrassed. Did you betray our Tianhai Sword Sect or not?"

Fu Qinghe said nothing, just slowly pouring the wine.

The short young man felt that he was squandering the wine, and wanted to step forward and take the wine jar away, while he hadn't finished pouring it, so that he could have a few sips.

Seeing that Fu Qinghe ignored his elder brother, he was angered by his arrogance and said in a deep voice: "Of course he betrayed!"

Fu Qinghe suddenly turned his head to look at him, his eyes slightly fixed.

His eyes were like two long swords piercing him.

The short young man felt that his eyes were bright, and two swords with cold air pierced him instantly.

He screamed and stepped back to dodge.

Unfortunately, his vision had been broken by Fu Qinghe, and even if he dodged, he still couldn't avoid this sword attack.

"Ah!" The short young man screamed, covering his eyes and shouting: "I'm blind! I'm blind!"

"Second brother!" The tall young man hurriedly stepped forward to hold him down, staring at Fu Qinghe with anger.

But he could only see the back of Fu Qinghe's head.

Fu Qinghe had turned around and was still pouring wine slowly.

The short young man kept screaming "I'm blind", and his voice was so tragic that the tall young man didn't care about Fu Qinghe, and hurriedly pulled his hand away to look at his eyes.

There was nothing wrong with his eyes.

He punched his right eye fiercely.

The short young man leaned back to dodge, and then he realized that he was not blind, but he had made a mistake.

The tall young man glared at him coldly.

The short young man gritted his teeth and turned his head to glare at Fu Qinghe: "Mr. Fu, you are so despicable, you actually sneak attacked!"

Fu Qinghe turned his back to them and said coldly: "If I sneak attacked, you two would be dead."

"Ha, what a big tone!" The tall young man shook his head and said: "Brother Fu, we are not the same as before."

Fu Qinghe said: "How could I be the same as before."

"Brother Fu, you shouldn't have come back today." The tall young man said in a deep voice: "We were ordered to abolish your martial arts."

"Just you?" Fu Qinghe raised the corner of his mouth.

This smile was full of inexplicable sarcasm, revealing disappointment in people's hearts.

Under the angry glares of the two brothers, he finally poured out a jar of wine.

"Pop!" The jar of wine was thrown aside and turned into pieces.

Fu Qinghe slowly turned around and looked at the two people. His disdainful eyes slowly turned away and cast towards the woods. He said coldly: "Since you are here, why hide your head and show your tail? Come out!"

Twelve young men and six middle-aged men slowly walked out of the woods.

The twelve young men are at the Grandmaster level.

The six middle-aged men are great Grandmasters.

A handsome middle-aged man looked at him with a complicated expression and sighed: "Qinghe, you have been too stubborn since you were a child. Why do you come back at this time and make everyone embarrassed?"

"Uncle Lu." Fu Qinghe was as calm as water: "You are going to attack me too?"

"There is nothing I can do." Lu Jingxiu sighed: "The head has issued an order to abolish your cultivation to prevent you from being an accomplice to the evil. It can also be regarded as a blow to Monk Fakong."

"Don't you think it's ridiculous?" Fu Qinghe said.

"It's ridiculous or not, anyway, we have to find ways to weaken Monk Fakong." Lu Jingxiu said: "As his attendant, of course I can't let you have an easy time."

"Yeah." Fu Qinghe nodded, no intention of speaking again.

He looked at the others and said slowly: "Why bother talking nonsense, just do it if you want to, don't waste my martial arts, just kill me directly, I will do the same, I will go all out when I draw my sword, the sword is blind, it is possible to kill you."

Lu Jingxiu said: "Qinghe, no matter how much you can cut off love with your sword, you can't kill us, right?"

What they want to do is not to kill him, but to destroy his martial arts.

After all, Fu Qinghe did not take the initiative to surrender to Fakong, but served Tianhai Sword Sect and fought with Fakong, and lost himself to Fakong.

So killing Fu Qinghe is too chilling.

But they just want to destroy him, but he wants to kill them, which is also chilling, and he is very dissatisfied.

Fu Qinghe said indifferently: "Once the sword is unsheathed, it is not up to me to kill or not."

Everyone was awed.

Of course they knew Fu Qinghe's rules and style of doing things. Once he drew his sword, he would go all out and fight to the death.

There were almost no survivors under his sword.

If he treated me like this, I'm afraid...

"Qinghe, you are not our opponent." Lu Jingxiu thought of their sword formation and made up his mind.

The six-person sword formation has now expanded to twelve people, plus the six of himself, it is a large dust sword formation with one main and two auxiliary, eighteen people.

The large dust sword formation was just developed not long ago, and its power is extremely amazing.

Not to mention Fu Qinghe, even if Fakong came in person, he would not be able to get anything good.

"Do it." Fu Qinghe said coldly.

He was already impatient.

"Do it!" Lu Jingxiu shouted.

The eighteen people flew up and surrounded Fu Qinghe, one layer inside and one layer outside, interlaced with each other, like two gears running.

Then the sword light filled the sky like lightning, thunder and lightning.

Fu Qinghe drew his sword, and the violent force was like a mountain torrent.

"Ding ding ding ding ding..." All eighteen long swords intersected with Fu Qinghe's sword, and were almost swept away by the huge force of his sword.

But the eighteen people were in the sword formation, and their strength was integrated.

As soon as the long swords in their hands loosened, once the force on their arms was overloaded, a strange force immediately drilled into their arms to help stabilize them. Not only did the long swords not fall out of their hands, but they also held them firmly, the sword light was brighter, and the sword skills were faster.

Fu Qinghe's shoulder and back were both hit by a sword, and blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes red.

The power of the large dust sword formation formed by the eighteen people was far beyond Fu Qinghe's imagination, and also exceeded their own imagination.

They originally thought that they could barely suppress Fu Qinghe, but now they found that they had suppressed Fu Qinghe steadily.

Although Fu Qinghe was at a disadvantage and injured, his eyes were still cold and there was nothing unusual. His movements were still so fast, and his sword skills were still as sharp and amazing.

He has now entered the Qi-holding Realm, one level higher than the six Grandmasters.

If it weren't for the 18 people's tacit cooperation, complementing each other, interweaving and changing positions, and dispersing the power of his sword to be borne by 18 people together, he would have broken the sword formation long ago.

"Chi Chi!" Everyone's eyes lit up, and they found that Fu Qinghe was just like that, and took the opportunity to stab him twice.

One sword was at the waist, and one sword was at the shoulder.

But what puzzled them was that although they stabbed his right shoulder twice, it still did not affect his sword speed and exquisiteness.

The wound closed quickly, and the blood gushed out violently, and then stopped.

Fu Qinghe suddenly reached out and took out a string of Buddhist beads from his chest and held it in his hand.

"Hey, this is Fakong's Buddhist beads. Brother Fu has really become Fakong's attendant. His heart is no longer with our Tianhai Sword Sect. He has completely betrayed. Uncle Lu, why not just kill him!"

The two brothers standing by and watching saw this, and the tall young man said loudly.

Lu Jingxiu was silent.

With the Buddhist beads in hand, Fu Qinghe's eyes suddenly turned cold and his sword speed doubled.

Everyone was in a panic and some were injured.

The Heart Purification Mantra allowed Fu Qinghe to enter a more mysterious and ruthless state, which was one level deeper than his usual ruthless state of mind. Once the sword intent was condensed, the power of the sword technique increased greatly, and the disadvantage was reversed in an instant.

"Don't hold back!" Lu Jingxiu said in a deep voice.

The Great Dust Sword Formation was running at high speed again, but Fu Qinghe was evenly matched and no longer injured.