Sword Master Ling Tian

Under the Lingzhi Peak, Xiao Ari broke free from Ling Tian's big hands, his face flushed, and he groaned for a long time before he dared not raise his eyebrows and said, "Well, shouldn't I call you Sixth Junior Brother in the future? Unexpectedly, you are so powerful. "

"You can be my brother."

When Ling Tian heard the sound, he couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, what are you laughing at, I...I'm serious, strength is always respected here, and I can't accept you calling me a little senior sister." Xiao Ali's face turned redder.

"Haha, well, you can call it whatever you like."

Ling Tian pursed his mouth, there is no reason to refuse her.

"Hey, that's good."

Ling Tian looked at Xiao Ari who was no longer stressed, and his smile was really much cuter than before.

"Ari, you go back to the device pavilion yourself first, I still have something to deal with."

Little Ari nodded his head, "Well, I'll go back and report to Master!"

With that said, the little Ari set up the escape light by himself and flew into the sky.

Ling Tian turned around and looked at the peak of Tongtian Mountain that seemed to be close at hand, as if lying in front of him, the fighting spirit in his heart gradually rose.

Just now, he vaguely heard others say that Qin Mingyue had already been to the Tibetan Martial Arts Hall, and had also obtained the second-ranked martial arts supernatural power.

He was in retreat for a month, but almost forgot about it.

Now, give it a try.

Going straight to the so-called Holy Sword Mountain, there are quite a few disciples in this mountain at this time, but most of them are meditating and practicing on the platform under the mountain, or they are learning from each other in the arena.

There are big and small arenas everywhere here, and you won’t be punished by the sect if you learn from each other at this time.

Ling Tian did not return to the device pavilion, but directly fell down the Sacred Sword Mountain, followed by many people watching the excitement.

After all, Ling Tian was the first to represent the other five Dao in the front of the Qi Pavilion, and every movement he made now made people curious and concerned.

The Tibetan Martial Arts Hall is on the halfway of the Holy Sword Mountain. Any disciple can enter once every six months to find the exercises he needs.

Ling Tian lifted the hem of his skirt and prepared to go up the mountain, but his eyes suddenly condensed on the mountain road.

Immediately, his brows frowned suddenly.

"Um, Ling... Brother Ling, you are here..."

"I, our..."

It was Zhang Jing Ranmin and Liu Min who flew down from the mountains head on.

But at this time the three of them were wounded, and none of them had weapons in their hands.

"what happened?"

Ling Tian's face became cold, and he had already thought of something in his heart.

"It's nothing, really, we just go to the Tibetan Martial Arts Hall to try our luck and find a few more exercises."

Ran Min scratched his head.

"Zhang Jing, you say."

However, Ling Tian glanced at Na Ran Min and looked at Zhang Jing in the middle. Among the three, he seemed to have the heaviest injury, with a deep blood mark on his face, which looked like a sword injury. The chic and handsome face of the noodle swordsman.

"I... Ran Min was right. We are all right." Zhang Jing pursed his lips, not daring to look at Ling Tian's eyes.

"If this is the case, then the brotherhood between us will be cut off at this point and goodbye."

Ling Tian snorted, turned and left.

"Ling Tian, ​​we, our swords have lost!"

"I don't want to hide it from you deliberately, but I don't want to cause you trouble. Everything is our own disappointment."

Seeing that Ling Tian was really angry, Liu Min rushed down and grabbed Ling Tian.

"Huh, huh, trouble?"

Ling Tian shook his head, "You have waited so long to be born and die in the secret store of the outside world, when did I dislike you and wait for trouble?"

"Can you let me know everything for the end?"

"Although it is Jiuxiao now, remember that no matter where you are, I Ling Tian treats you as brothers. I can tolerate your injuries and disability, and even cost you your lives, but you are not allowed to be bullied."

"No one can do it!"

Zhang Jing and the three looked at each other and exhaled: "It was... the third senior brother Yu Sen from Jiange did it."

"He Yu Sen is currently in charge of the sword pavilion's gongfa pavilion. When the pavilion master is no longer there, we need his permission to borrow the kungfu."

"But I don't know why he made things difficult for us, but he didn't allow it. Later, I found fault everywhere. After a few conflicts, I couldn't bear it, so I agreed to them and learn from each other, but I lost."

"As a bet, all three of us lost our weapons."

Ran Min's big hand was trembling, and he cursed: "At that time, I understood that his Yu Sen and the others had already focused on our weapons and spirit treasures. Grandma's, if it weren't for their high cultivation base, how could Laozi? Can you lose to them?"

"Is Yu Sen?!?"

The big hand in Ling Tian's sleeve moved, "Jiange, it seems that if you don't clean it up, it really kicks my nose on my face."

"Go, I want to see what they can do and take your weapons."

Ling Tian suddenly turned around, and he was not going to the Tibetan Martial Hall. He first solved the sword pavilion, who didn't know what to do!

At this time, under the mountain road, many people had quietly gathered around, but now they saw Ling Tian stepping on the pill pavilion and going to the sword pavilion, and they were all excited.

This guy is really crazy enough.

"Who is Ling Tian?!"

But at this moment, behind the crowd, a low drink suddenly sounded.

This voice was overpowering by Emperor Wu, and the volume was extremely loud. Everyone looked away after hearing the words, but the voice of discussion fell silent for a moment.

Because the person who spoke was the third brother of Jiange, Yu Sen!

At this time, he brought a group of Jiange disciples to come, judging from the gloomy expression, he was afraid it would be a bad thing.

This Yu Sen originally and Dan Ge's Linzhi secret song, almost everyone knows, just now Ling Tian stepped on Linzhi, Yu Sen must know this.

In this way, it looks like a good show is about to be staged.

"Ling Tian, ​​he is Yu Sen of Jiange!"

Seeing the menacing crowd walking out, Liu Min whispered in Ling Tian.

Ling Tian nodded slightly and stood up.

"I am Ling Tian!"

He looked at the group of people in the sword pavilion. Yu Sen, headed by him, was dressed in a dark blue shirt and not very handsome, but his figure was tall, with a long sword on his back, and his whole body was filled with a radiance far stronger than the power of the soul, and there was a cloud of glow behind him Rotating around is undoubtedly the first-order Wuhuang.

And it seemed that it had been a while since he had stepped into the realm of Emperor Wu.

Behind him, there were five people, one of whom was a newcomer to Emperor Wu, and the remaining four were all the cultivation bases of Yuanshen Peak, and Yu Weiyang was among them.

"Big Brother, he is the Ling Tian I told you about, hum, after a month of shrinking in the Qi Pavilion, he finally came out!"

Yu Weiyang hummed behind that Yu Sen.

It turned out that Yu Sen was also from Crimson Villa, and was Yu Weiyang's own brother.

No wonder this Yu Weiyang was so rampant after arriving at Jiuxiao Yunhai Pavilion.

"Hehe, you are that Lingtian? I heard that you went to the Pill Pavilion Lingzhi Peak to go wild?!"

Yu Sen and others hugged their shoulders, hearing this, they were also looking at Ling Tian.

But apart from feeling that Ling Tian looked good, he didn't think there was anything special, and his cultivation level was not high.

But Ling Tian did not answer.

He had already seen that Yu Sen took the initiative to find himself because of Lin Zhi.

"Hehe, why, so scared to speak?"

"I'm telling you, just now when you were on the Lingzhi Peak, you also ruined the sword of my sword pavilion disciple. As the third brother of the sword pavilion, I must not let you fanatics do whatever they want."

"Today, if you don't give me a friend..."

However, before Yu Sen finished speaking, Ling Tian waved his hand to interrupt him, "Is the weapons of my three brothers in the hands of you and others?"

Yu Sen was startled, and the three Yuanshen peak martial artists behind him raised their heads and said: "Yes, it's in our hands, why, that's because they lost the game and lost it to us!"

"Ha ha……"

The corner of Ling Tian's mouth moved, and directly under the gaze of everyone, he flew up to the nearest ring, and then looked at Yu Sen and the others with consternation.

"In that case, there is nothing left to say."

"Don't you want an explanation?"

"That's right, I Ling Tian will never let any dog ​​bully my brother."

"Whoever wants to say something, you can come up and try!"

"Last one, I will get one."

"The last group, I Ling Tian, ​​I will get you a group!"

There are many people under the Holy Sword Mountain, and it would be better to want to stand up.