Marquis of Grand Xia

Moshan Jiyufeng, in front of the Daotai, knew his way, and behind him, there was not much abnormality in the appearance of a awakening strong teacher.

This is the forty-seventh. Except for the young man in golden clothes, everyone else failed to insist on more than five strokes.

The time limit is approaching, and it is difficult to change the results.

"please"

Seeing the young man coming in front of him, Qi Huan reached out and politely said.

"please"

Ning Chen responded, waving his right hand, the blue light shining, Tai Shi appeared in front, slowly falling.

The Daomen Divine Soldier appeared, the sword was swollen, the moment he held the sword, the presence of all the strong teachers in the scene, the expression changed.

A completely different breath emanated from Ning Chen's body. After one step, the person in front of him disappeared.

With a loud bang, he shook the blade, and the qi was scattered, violently shocked.

Everyone was shocked by the power of a sword, but they saw a sudden change in the sword's momentum.

Qi Huan's expression condensed, and he focused on coping with it.

The quick attack and defense in a flash, the dazzling eyes, have not recovered, and seven strokes have passed.

Unwilling to end there, Qi Huan and Shen Sheng drank, and the real body around him spurred the power of the world, and the continuous flow of air gathered to forcibly block the blade.

Jian Feng was restrained for an instant, a shocking palm, surging out, destroying the power of decay, without leaving half of the emotion.

I was shocked to see that at this moment, Fate released the sword in his hand, flew out of the figure, avoiding the palm power, and immediately swept back again. The sword fell for a moment, re-held the sword, and Qi Huan returned to the moment, breaking through the real barrier.

The exquisite control on the sword, the glory in the eyes of the powerful teachers in the rear constantly flashing.

It turned out that the sword could be so strong.

Qi Huan was full of breath after the sword approached him, and Zhenyuan blocked the sword front again, and the ninth move came out.

Zhang Yuan condensed the power of the eight directions, spreading hundreds of feet, an unavoidable and unavoidable trick, and plundered again.

However, the look of the destiny did not change, the pace stepped, the water was light and dark, and the method of quickly integrating the shadow body was popular in the move, avoiding the palm of the hand.

Qi Huan saw this, his eyes narrowed, and after the ninth move, the tenth move appeared.

There is no reservation, a shocking vulgar palm, a vision in the void, a green lotus appears in the world, the whole world collapses instantly, the pattern disappears, and the power of immortality is undoubtedly revealed.

"A sword is invisible"

Knowing the destiny and concentrating, concentrating and concentrating the sword, condensing on one point, and cutting a life in the wild waves.

A sword came out, and a sword came afterwards. The sword in the air cut across the same trajectory and separated the palm of the world.

Yu Lizhi saw Yihong seeing the blood, and Ning Chen slid a few feet away to stabilize his figure.

"Acceptance"

Ten strokes have passed, Ning Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, put away the sword front, calmly said.

Qi Huan nodded, and the indifferent look eased a lot, politely, and turned back.

The shocking battle, the ultimate in martial arts, the pinnacle of the sword, the splendidness, so that a powerful person who teaches can't get back to the gods for a long time, the mood is difficult to calm down.

On the stage of "Your Name", the ink master said.

"Ningchen"

"From today on, you are my ninth personal disciple," Mozhu said calmly.

Ning Chen bowed and said nothing.

Under the stage, the young man in Jin Yi clenched his fists clenched, his eyes flickering, and he concealed it well.

The ninth disciple of the Lord Mo was determined, and everyone congratulated them. After being polite, they left one after another.

Master Mo glanced at his ninth disciple, his expression did not see much change, he nodded, and the glow of Xiaguang disappeared.

"Brother Nine, come with me," Qi Huan stepped forward, a gentle look on his face, said.

"Yep"

Ning Chen nodded, beckoned towards the little girl not far away, and followed.

"Is this child?" Qi Huan surprised.

"After the benefactor" Ning Chen responded.

Qi Huan nodded slightly, without asking more, and continued to lead the way.

Moshan, a fairyland-like place on the earth, is not surrounded by high mountains, but is more like a traversed mountain range, surrounded by many peaks.

Around the peak of the message, the eight peaks are already inhabited, and Ning Chen was taken to the ninth peak and arranged for his residence.

On the ninth peak, the bamboo forest is dense. In front of the bamboo forest, there is a house made of green bamboos. It is very spacious.

"Nine Master Brother, Master Master may summon you in the past two days and pass on your cultivation method. Before that, take a good rest," Qi Huan said softly.

"Thank you," Ning Chen nodded.

After arranging the former, Qi Huan did not stay any longer and returned to his fifth peak first.

Yin'er sat on a small stool, kicking his calf back and forth, whispering, "Ning Chen, does Master Mo really know the way to get back to life?"

"At least, he is the most likely person," Ning Chen said calmly.

"Oh" Yiner said softly.

Simply tidy up the room, Ning Chen walked out of the bamboo house, looked at the bamboo forest in front of the house, thought for a while, waved his hand, a green bamboo flew.

Looking up and down, Ning Chen turned over the green bamboo, pointed at Ning Jian, and cut it away from the middle, and immediately cut off the branches and leaves above.

Seeing this, Yiner ran forward curiously and stood beside to watch.

"What are you doing?" Yin'er puzzled.

"Make a sword for you," Ning Chen replied.

"Bamboo" Yin'er was surprised.

"Your cultivation is still shallow, and the sword made of magic materials is too heavy to fit you." Ning Chen responded while cutting bamboo.

"Oh" Yin'er responded softly, standing and watching quietly, wondering what his first sword would look like.

Not long after, in Ning Chen's hands, the green bamboo had been cut into a sword shape, and it did not look strange.

"Not good" Yin'er pouted, dissatisfied.

"Wait"

Ning Chen whispered back, his sword fingers across his left palm, blood suddenly dripped, staining the entire green bamboo sword front.

The little girl was shocked, and when she was about to speak, she was shocked by her vision.

But on the green bamboo sword, the red flame rises, the blood and the bamboo sword slowly merge, and the entire blade gradually changes from blue to red.

After counting the interest, the flames dissipated, Zhu Jian appeared in front, exquisite sword shape, without reducing Ling Rui's spirit.

In Ning Chen's hand, the light flashed, the wound healed, and Zhu Jian handed Zhu Jian to the girl, calmly saying, "Do you like it?"

Yin'er took Zhu Jian, his eyes were bright, his small face smiled like a flower, he nodded and said, "Like"

"No matter what happens, this sword can't leave the side, understand?" Ning Chen urged.

"Good" Yin'er responded wisely.

"I have already told you how to practice swords. You must work hard to persevere. You ca n’t be lazy. There are no shortcuts in the world. The same is true of swordsmanship. "Miss yourself" Ning Chen taught seriously.

"Uh" Yin'er nodded.

"Okay, it's getting late. Let's take a rest first. From tomorrow morning, we will start practicing sword," Ning Chen said.

"it is good"

Yin'er responded again, turned back to the house, and rested.

Ning Chen stood outside the bamboo house, looking at the other eight peaks in the distance and the middle peak of the message, a thought flashed in the deep eyes.

Mozhu preached, and did let him know a lot of things that he didn't know before, especially the explanation about the three realms of virtual, real and true in the fairyland, which gave him a lot of inspiration.

Among the powerful men in this realm he met before, Mu Changge and Nu Chang are undoubtedly in the virtual realm, and Chao Tianxi was too heavy to hit the Pluto Enchantment and was not in the heyday state, making it difficult to judge its cultivation. for.

Xuan Luo, still in view of the situation of the World War I, has at least the strength of the early stage of reality, before it is sealed, it must be stronger.

His current strength, after unlocking the seal, should be able to fight on equal terms with Qi Huan's early strongmen in the early stage of the realm. If he is in the middle of the virtual realm, he may have to pay a high price.

However, once Huang Quan's magical ban was lifted, it was difficult for him to hide the magical power from him, so it was absolutely impossible to make this choice until it was a last resort.

The moon rises and the night goes by. In the early morning, Yin'er gets up to practice the sword. One move and one move is the simplest foundation.

Ning Chen stood and watched, and reminded him when his sword deviated.

"Young Master Nine, Master Zun calls you to come to Yufeng Peak"

At this moment, a familiar voice rang at the ninth peak and passed into Ning Chen's ears.

Ning Chen heard the words, his eyes flashed a faint color, looked at the little girl who was practicing sword, and said, "Yin'er, I will go to Yufeng Peak, and I will come back soon, you continue to practice here"

Yin'er looked back, wiped the sweat on the small face, said softly, "Okay"

After the instructions, Ning Chen didn't delay any more, and his feet moved, turning into streamers and skimming towards the peak of the message.

Mo Xingtai, sitting in a white robe, was sitting underneath. Five young men and women stood still. Qi Huan stood at the second on the right. After seeing Ning Chen coming, he nodded slightly.

"Worship Master" Ning Chen respectfully salutes.

"Old Nine, what do you do when you enter my door?" On the platform, Mozhu asked.

"Eternal Life" Ning Chen bowed his head.

Lord Mo nodded and said, "I have seven methods and two scriptures. Among them, seven of them, your seven brothers and sisters have learned it. , Are you willing? "

"Thank you, Master Ning," Ning Chen responded.

Only on the face of Mo Zhu was there a smile of gratification. With a wave of his hand, the colorful glow of the sun dropped, and an extremely complex secret of cultivation practice did not enter Ning Chen's spiritual consciousness.

After a moment, the ink master closed his hand and said, "Practice well, if you don't understand anything, you can ask your five brothers and sisters"

"Yes" Ning Chen said softly.

"Go down" Mozhu waved his hand and said.

"Yes"

Ning Chen once again saluted and immediately got up and left.

"Let's go back too," Lord Mo said calmly.

"Disciple quits"

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After the six left, on the stage, the vicissitudes of the ink master closed again, hiding all thoughts.

After staying away from the peak of the message, Qi Huan looked at the silver-clad woman next to her and reminded him, "Sister eight, you have been practicing too fast recently"

The silver-haired woman stopped and whispered, "Thank you Brother Wu for reminding me, I will pay attention"

"Your strength attribute is exactly the opposite of Brother Nine, or you can ask him for help," Qi Huan suggested.

The silver-clad woman was silent for a long time, and sighed, "Now he is too weak to contend with the power of the yin in my body"

There was a trace of emotion on Qi Huan's face, and he said, "I can't think of it, you are the last to get started, but the speed of cultivation is the fastest one"

"Maybe this is life"

The woman in silver answered, and immediately walked forward.