The First Sword of the Earth

"What realm is this? Sword Fairy?"

"There is something about the Dao inheritance of Wudang Mountain. Such a young three-generation disciple can actually have a late-stage cultivation of the gods, and his swordsmanship is even more amazing."

"A sword that cannot be underestimated."

"How can swordsmanship not be Taoism? This is a bit interesting, tsk, a bit interesting."

"No matter how strong the swordsmanship is, it will still be no match for Taoism. Not to mention anything else, there has been a reappearance of swordsmanship in the middle of Sichuan. Taking people's heads from a thousand meters away is like a sniper in a movie."

"It's nice to say, but isn't it just as flashy?"

The whispers mixed with various accents gradually quieted down as the Taoist priest in charge of Maoshan got up.

In fact, most of them were just young monks discussing. Those Taoist masters and Taoist priests with a little more experience, after Wang Sheng demonstrated the sword skills, except for a few swordsmen who were moved, the other Taoist masters rarely showed emotion.

On the contrary, Li Shiwu sat upright among the Taoists, and his previous depression was swept away.

A scallion-like thumb stretched out in front of Wang Sheng's face, shaking gently in front of Wang Sheng; Wang Sheng and his senior sister looked at each other, and saw that the senior sister was much more relaxed than a few minutes ago.

Let's listen to the words of the head of Maoshan Daocheng:

"The Wudang Seven Star Sword is well-deserved in its reputation, and the methods of various mountain methods are also quite impressive.

Today, I, Maoshan, boldly invite you to come here. The main reason is to make the inheritance of Taoism as complete and perfect as possible.

Daoism has been extinct for thousands of years, and the world doesn't know it. If you don't believe it, many Daoist methods also have gaps. Today is a good opportunity for all parties to investigate and make up for omissions and confirm each other.

Next, there is no need to be restrained, and you can ask each other for advice.

But there is one thing, if you want to learn from each other, please stop, don't hurt the harmony of our Taoist family. "

After saying that, the Taoist priest made a bow, and lightly shook the whisk in his hand. Suddenly, dozens of Maoshan disciples in black Taoist robes entered the arena, responsible for maintaining order everywhere.

Everyone seemed to be a little 'shy'. The place was quiet for nearly a quarter of an hour before the two priests got up and walked towards Dao Cheng beside them, and soon started chatting with each other.

Someone started, and the people who had already been eager to try immediately moved towards the target they had already chosen. On Wudang's side, several Taoist priests also came to visit together.

The pool of water finally came alive.

The young disciples were actually just spectators, and they didn't dare to talk too much on such occasions. They just listened to the conversation of the Taoist priests, and occasionally they could gain something.

Originally, these Taoist priests all came to Wang Sheng for advice on 'Sword Dao', but because of their own seniority, and because Wang Sheng sat in the back, they could only talk to the two Taoist priests here in Wudang Mountain.

Wang Sheng didn't care about other things, just sat there with his eyes closed and rested, accumulating all the spiritual thoughts in his body, and didn't check outside.

The senior sister next to him gently pulled Wang Sheng's arm, Wang Sheng opened his eyes and followed the senior sister's slightly raised chin.

The young Taoist priest with bright eyes, burly hair, and casual attire, who had ridiculed Maoshan Daocheng and Wudang Daocheng before, was staring at this side with burning eyes.

Wang Sheng frowned first, thinking that this guy was looking at his senior sister, his face suddenly became a little stern.

This guy is planning on his senior sister?

However, Wang Sheng soon discovered that the little Taoist priest with a bristly head had his eyes fixed on him...

This makes people shudder a little.

The burly-headed Taoist seemed to have finally made up his mind, and walked towards Wang Sheng, who was more than ten meters away.

The two bearded priests next to this person looked at each other, each showing a little chuckle, and did not stop him.

But just as the burly-headed Taoist priest took two steps, a few Maoshan disciples in black Taoist robes approached. The leader bowed his hands to the Taoist priests here, and his clear voice immediately attracted him. Attention from everyone around.

"Disciple Liu Yunzhi from Maoshan wants to ask for advice on the Dao of Dragon and Tiger Heaven Sect's talismans. Shi Qianzhang, a well-known scholar from your sect, can you compete with this disciple again!"

Maoshan, Liu Yunzhi.

Longhu Mountain, Shi Qianzhang...

Inexplicably, Wang Sheng felt a little impressed by this name. It seemed that he had seen it a few times in his previous life in the position slightly lower on the heaven list or the earth list, but his impression was not very deep.

But Wang Sheng is quite familiar with Liu Yunzhi from Maoshan, after all, he met him once in the street during breakfast.

Liu Yunzhi is one of the thirty-six disciples of the future, the best among the three generations of disciples of the Maoshan School. Because of his handsome face and extraordinary temperament, he will have a large number of "Internet fans" in the future.

Naturally, Wang Sheng could see that Shi Qianzhang should have come to find him to compete with him, but he killed Liu Yunzhi on the way, so there is no role for him for the time being.

Wang Sheng made a move to show his own state of swordsmanship before, one is for the name of Wudang and his master's reputation in Wudang Mountain, and the other is that he doesn't want his senior sister to show his face, and he never thought that he can become famous today.

If things like fame are useful for cultivating Taoism, he might as well find a beautiful cliffside after returning to Wudang Mountain and start a live broadcast to practice swords.

But Wang Sheng wanted to compete with this snarky Shi Qianzhang.

He is a person who has died once, and he also knows how chaotic some dark corners of this peaceful and prosperous world will look like after more than ten years of celestial forces fighting each other...

Compared with the priests who were practicing in the mountains, perhaps Wang Sheng understood better what the real life-and-death struggle was.

This kind of point-to-point discussion is really a good opportunity to increase actual combat experience and understand various Taoism.

Therefore, Wang Sheng felt a little regretful when he saw that the burly-headed Taoist was stopped, although he was not at all timid about Shi Qianzhang's provocation.

Under Dao Dao's gaze, Shi Qianzhang curled his lips indifferently, before the Taoist leader of his own sect answered Liu Yunzhi, he spoke directly, with a somewhat lazy tone.

"Why, are you still not convinced by the defeat last time?"

"Ah, I'm naturally a little dissatisfied, so I want to compete with you again."

Liu Yunzhi's face was calm, but he didn't evade his previous defeat at all. He stared at Shi Qianzhang calmly, "After the last fight, I always felt a little bit unwilling, which has affected my daily practice. I hope you can do it again today." Don't hesitate to teach me, regardless of victory or defeat, I will never be entangled with you again."

Shi Qianzhang turned his head and looked in Wang Sheng's direction, seeing that Wang Sheng was resting with his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

I heard this young Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain mumble: "Anyway, I'm not afraid that the sword-playing buddy from Wudang Mountain will run away. It won't take long to fight with you again. Come on."

swordplayer...

The corner of Wang Sheng's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything, and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

Let's see Zhenzhang later.

The Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain did not stop them, while the other Shi Qianzhang's fellow disciples showed smiles on their faces.

They have long been familiar with Shi Qianzhang's temperament, and they are quite confident in Shi Qianzhang's strength.

Even the few Maoshan disciples who followed Liu Yunzhi looked a little unhappy at this time, but they seemed to know Shi Qianzhang's strength, and they just stood behind Liu Yunzhi to support their senior brother, and no one said much.

Learning how to fight is also a part of this Daoshu exchange. If these two 'disciples of the great sect' want to fight, no one will stop them.

On the contrary, all the eyes in the arena came together, and many people walked closer, fearing that they might not be able to see clearly later.

The old Taoists sitting upright in front of the main hall also looked at this place at this time, and seemed to be looking forward to it.

Longhushan and Maoshan are both very important Taoist inheritances in the Taoist sect, and Liu Yunzhi and Shi Qianzhang are the leaders of the younger generation of the two schools, and have been awarded the complete Taoist inheritance of the two schools.

The fight between these two is really not a trivial matter today.

On a larger scale, it can be seen as a battle for the ranking of the talisman sects, and on a smaller scale, it is also a contest between two leaders of the younger generation with outstanding cultivation.

A few minutes later, in the open space in front of the Chongxi Hall, Shi Qianzhang and Liu Yunzhi stood opposite each other, standing seven or eight meters apart on the flat stone floor full of scratches engraved with time, each with their own vitality constantly gathering around them.

Shi Qianzhang should be less than 20. At this time, when he adjusted his breath, his whole temperament changed, and his eyes became a little sharper, but there was still the same arrogance in his bones.

With his eyes full of spirit and Baohua restrained, Shi Qianzhang's cultivation is actually at the late stage of concentration?

Wang Sheng, who had just opened his eyes, couldn't help but be a little surprised by the cultivation of this high-ranking disciple of Longhu Mountain.

The vitality of the world has just recovered for two and a half years, and those of the younger generation of monks who can enter the state of gathering gods are actually considered talents.

At this time, Wang Sheng was able to achieve the state of the late stage of concentrating the gods. It was because he had made a lot of preparations before the vitality of the world was opened, and his master helped him to open up the meridians all over his body. With "Seven Star Sword Array", this is a steady breakthrough.

A young disciple like Liu Yunzhi who has practiced since childhood and has been vigorously trained by Maoshan is only in the middle of the concentration stage at this time.

If you look at it this way, if this Shi Qianzhang is not as talented as his senior sister, it should be because of the magic of Longhushan's Taoism.

Leaving aside Shi Qianzhang's cultivation level and his not-so-remarkable appearance, let's just talk about his attire, burr hair, jeans, gray short sleeves with slightly exaggerated patterns on the front and back, and those pair of clothes are expensive at first glance. The brand-name running shoes...

This guy really can't make a simple comment.

When Shi Qianzhang stood there, he felt a sense of 'disobedience', which also made the Taoist priests onlookers feel a little abrupt.

On the other hand, Liu Yunzhi is much more 'normal' - dressed in Taoist robes, with long hair ending, and a gentle face, standing in the arena with circulating breath, his long hair fluttering slightly, indescribably chic and elegant.

Shi Qianzhang put his hands in his butt pockets, seemed to enjoy the gazes from around him, and asked leisurely, "What's the competition this time?"

"Naturally, it's the method of talismans," Liu Yunzhi shook his left hand lightly, and there were a few thin yellow papers between the index finger and middle finger, on which were ancient talisman patterns drawn with cinnabar.

The corner of Shi Qianzhang's mouth twitched, not hiding the disdain on his face.

He reached forward with his left hand, pinched out a crumpled black paper talisman, and snapped his fingers lightly. The lines carved on the talisman flashed lightly, and the black talisman was burned up in a blink of an eye.

There were four bright lights flickering in the flames, which turned into four 'talisman bags' more than ten centimeters long, which were tied with cloth belts to the outside of Shi Qianzhang's easily accessible arms and thighs.

Blue, red, black, and yellow four-color talismans, each with a thick stack.

With just this one move, the entire audience fell silent.