In Wutan City, I started to practice the Heavenly Grade Kungfu

Chapter 127 Xiao Yan VS Nalan Yanran (Part )

Looking up slightly, what appeared in front of Xiao Yan and Xun'er was the bluestone steps that stretched to the end of their sight. At first glance, it looked like a ladder leading to heaven.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Xiao Yan looked up and gazed at the ancient stone steps that had existed for who knows how many years. He slowly closed his eyes and faintly heard the sound of a subtle sword singing from the end of the stone steps, quietly echoing among the mountains and forests, like the sound of morning bells and evening drums, which was fascinating.

At the end of the long stone steps, there are clouds and mist. Behind the clouds, there is a huge square. The square is completely paved with huge stones, which looks simple and grand. In the center of the square, a huge stone tablet stands tall. On the stone tablet, there are records The lives of previous sect leaders of the Yunlan Sect and those who had made great contributions to the sect.

Looking around the square, there are nearly a thousand people sitting cross-legged in it. These people sit in a semicircle. Without exception, they are all wearing moon-white robes. On the cuffs, there are long swords in the clouds. , floating in the wind, like a living creature, faintly carrying some weak sword intent.

At the top of the square, there are some towering stone pedestals. The steps gradually go up, and the older you go, the older you go. The stone pedestal on the highest floor is empty at this time, and no one is sitting on it. Below, there are more than a dozen old men in white robes sitting cross-legged, eyes closed and meditating. Although these old men do not have any characteristics on the surface, their bodies are like steel, no matter how the wind blows, they will not The slightest movement in the robes made people know that these old men were not simple!
Below these old men in white robes was a separate stone staircase, on which sat a young girl in a moon-white dress with her eyes slightly closed.

As the breeze blew, her clothes clung to her delicate body, revealing her perfect and exquisite figure. The girl's beautiful face, which was calm and indifferent, was none other than Nalan Yanran!
Although there were nearly a thousand people on the square at this moment, the square was completely silent. Apart from the whistling of the wind, there was no other sound.

Occasionally, a slightly stronger wind blew across the square, and suddenly, white robes were fluttering everywhere, as if clouds were descending from the sky. Such a scene was quite shocking at first glance.

Sometimes, there was a sudden sound of breaking wind in the air, and then human figures appeared on the tops of the towering trees. When the camera glanced over, I realized that there were quite a few human figures standing on the tops of some giant trees around the square.

Fa Ma, Jia Xingtian, even Nalan Jie, Mitel Tengshan and other heads and younger generations of other families also rushed here.

Of course, Xiao Yang and the Little Medical Fairy are also here.

Looking at the thousands of Yun Lan Sect disciples whose sword spirits and auras were connected as one, Xiao Yang couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Yun Potian is indeed extraordinary... He can be called a great man of his generation."

What Xiao Yang said was not groundless. If one integrates the sword intent into the fighting spirit and passes it down through martial arts, those who practice martial arts will naturally develop the sword intent.

Such attainments in swordsmanship are far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Based on his attainments in swordsmanship alone, Xiao Yang was sure that Yun Potian had at least reached the Dou Zun level. No wonder he had made such a great name for himself in Zhongzhou back then.

Even the ancient tribes had heard of it.

Moreover, this also guarantees the lower limit of the sect's disciples' achievements.

Even if he is not gifted, as long as he follows the steps and practices the skills seriously, he can inherit some of Yun Potian's sword skills. When facing enemies of the same level below the Dou Zun level, he will at least not be at a disadvantage.

However, this also leads to the fact that those who are not talented enough are unable to comprehend the sword intent that truly belongs to them. In a way, this can be considered a defect.

But forget it, the power of sword intent, which involves the soul level, can be comprehended by very few people.

As the ninth generation leader of the Yunlan Sect, Yun Yun can be considered the most talented person in the Yunlan Sect in the past hundred years.

If Xiao Yang had not found a different way, using the method of spiritual communication and his own sword intent as a guide during the dual cultivation, Yun Yun would never have been able to comprehend her own sword intent.

The sword intention, the knife intention, and the fist intention are essentially just a kind of martial arts will.

Ever since the ancient Dou Emperors all ascended to heaven ten thousand years ago in order to fight against the evil tribes from outside the domain, there has been a certain degree of gap in the inheritance of the Dou Qi cultivation system.

The soul skills of ancient times have been lost, and there are very few records about the cultivation of the realm of sword intent.

Xiao Yang even wondered if Yun Potian was able to comprehend the sword intent because he had inherited the knowledge from some sword masters from ancient times?

Because from the following text, even the Sword Master, the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, one of the four pavilions, did not explicitly say how powerful the sword he possessed was.

On the contrary, the Yunlan Sect has always been clearly mentioned in the original work about sword intent.

Moreover, it is clearly stated in the original book that Yunshan is the eighth generation sect master. So, based on the average lifespan of Douhuang powerhouses, Yun Potian lived nearly a thousand years ago.

And a thousand years ago, that was the era of Xiao Xuan, Gu Yuan, and Emperor Hun Tian!
Together with the first generation ancestor of Fenyan Valley, Fentian, and the master of Danta, there are five top Dousheng powerful men in the world!
One can imagine what a turbulent and magnificent era it was, with talented people competing with each other!

To be able to make a name for himself in Zhongzhou in such an era, to let the ancient clans know his name, and to spread his fame across the continent...

Xiao Yang has reason to believe that Yun Potian must be a Dou Zun powerhouse, and he cannot even rule out the possibility that Yun Potian is a Dou Zun of five stars or above.

As for Yunshan’s poor performance, that is Yunshan’s problem.

Anyone who could establish a school of thought in such an era was definitely not an ordinary person.

If we have to say that the gap is huge, then the first ancestor of Fenyan Valley is one of the five strongest fighters at the peak of the Douluo level and a close friend of Xiao Xuan.

But now, this generation of Fenyan Valley Master Tang Zhen is just a five-star Dou Zun.

The gap between a nine-star Douluo and a five-star Douluo is much bigger than the gap between a Douluo and a Douluo Zong.

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The wide square was quiet, and time passed quietly in silence.

Above the sky, the huge sun slowly climbed to the top, and its warm sunlight poured down, filling the entire top of the mountain.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came quietly from the bluestone steps outside the square and reached the ears of everyone present.

All the Yunlan Sect disciples in the field suddenly opened their eyes and fixed their sights on the end of the bluestone steps!

On the stone platform, Nalan Yanran also opened her eyes.

The footsteps were getting closer and louder, so much so that a dozen old men in white robes on the stone platform also opened their eyes and looked at the same place.

Far above the sky, the sun suddenly shone down. Through the cover of misty clouds, it happened to hit the end of the stone steps. There, a tall and thin figure finally appeared slowly in countless sights.

Under the gaze of nearly a thousand eyes on the square, the young man in black robe carrying a huge black ruler on his back walked up the last step.

The young man's eyes swept across the huge square without joy or sorrow, and finally stopped on the beautiful woman on the stone platform who also cast a pair of bright eyes.

He lifted his steps lightly, then put them down, and took three steps forward in this way. Only the sound of low footsteps floated in the quiet square.

After three steps, the young man raised his head, stared at the woman, and spoke lightly.

"The three-year period has come, Xiao Yan of the Xiao family, come to keep the appointment!"

Plain and simple words slowly echoed above the huge square, and at the same time, a girl in green clothes quietly came to the top of the big tree where Xiao Yang was.

"Sister Xun'er, Elder Ling."

Xiao Yang turned his head and looked at the other old man in blue clothes beside the two of them: "Old Hai, these days, the Xiao family has moved from Wutan City to the Black Horn Region. Thank you for your hard work."

Hai Bodong smiled and waved his hand, saying, "What's so hard about it? The three major families in Wutan City were swept away, and not only did the remaining market become the property of the Miter family. In addition, all the various industries left by the two major families over the years also belonged to the Miter family, and there was also an additional trade route to the Magic Beast Mountains.

All I did was to escort the people to Black Seal City.

Moreover, as soon as we reached the border of the Black Horn Region, someone was already there to meet us. There were two other Dou Wangs on the way. With a Dou Huang accompanying us, the journey was smooth and there was no danger at all.”

At this time, Nalan Yanran also slowly stood up, staring at Xiao Yan with bright eyes, and her cold voice was like an iceberg snow lotus, also slowly echoing over the entire square: "Nalan family, Nalan Yanran, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Behind Yun Yun, the pale blue Dou Qi wings fluttered, and the whole person was hovering above the square. The pressure from a peak Dou Huang powerhouse almost swept across the entire square.

It has been nearly two years since Yun Yun was forcibly taken away by Xiao Yang.

For such a long time, the two of them had practiced dual cultivation so many times. If Yun Yun had not made great progress in her cultivation and experienced such rapid improvement and incomparable double pleasure, how could she have willingly fallen under the control of Xiao Yang?
How can there not be enough reward if you give up your dignity and shame and devote your body and soul?

The greatest advantage of the dual cultivation method lies in this.

"In today's battle, both of you can do whatever you want.

Regardless of the outcome of this battle, after this battle, all past events and grudges will be written off."

He slowly grasped the Xuanzhong ruler in his hand and pointed it diagonally at the ground with a sound of oppressive wind. The strong wind he brought up blew away the dust on the ground.

Nalan Yanran stretched out her hand and grasped the hilt of the sword at her waist, and an equally strange light green long sword slowly came out of the sheath.

The sword blade was tilted, and the sunlight shone down, reflecting a cold light.

Never leave your sword; this was the request that Yun Yun made to Nalan Yanran after getting Xiao Yang's instruction.

In order to repay her master Yunshan for raising her, Yun Yun left the Yunlan Sect and became Xiao Yang's woman.

But he was still worried about his only disciple.

In this regard, Xiao Yang turned a blind eye and pretended not to see anything.

Are you kidding? If Xiao Yan can't even beat Nalan Yanran, how will he face the Soul Palace, the ancient demons and the ancient clan geniuses, and even the Soul Emperor in the future?
In this life, because of Xiao Yang's existence, Xiao Yan's path will definitely be much smoother, and he won't have to carry such a heavy burden alone anymore.

But correspondingly, Xiao Yan would experience much less hardships.

Baojianfeng comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.

Although Xiao Yang did not approve of enduring hardships without any effort, he had to admit that without the many life-and-death tests in the original novel, there would be no Xiao Yan's fighting power that was superior to his peers and invincible among the same level.

Let’s not talk about anything else for now. Because of Xiao Yang, Xiao Yan’s signature skill, Buddha’s Wrath Lotus, is still nowhere to be seen.

Nalan Yanran looked into the pair of dark eyes and sighed, "I'm sorry, now that I think about it, what I did back then was indeed excessive.

But, I should say, it was also an outburst of my years of resentment!

Xiao Yan, maybe you don't know, or maybe you have never taken this engagement to heart...

You know what? Before you became a waste, I was always compared with you and was always forced to work hard to cultivate.

But I have to admit that your talent is so high that it makes me despair... An eleven-year-old fighter, this is something I can never reach.

But when the news came that you had become a waste, my first reaction was anger.

If you become a waste, then what is the meaning of all my efforts over the years? What is the point?
Three years ago, after I resonated with the Gate of Life and Death and was established as the Young Master of the Yunlan Sect, this resentment and anger finally reached its limit.

So, I decided to break off the engagement.

Before this, all the efforts I made were to be worthy of you, the so-called future husband!

Therefore, Xiao Yan, I am more intolerant and unacceptable than you yourself, "Xiao Yan has become a waste who cannot cultivate Dou Qi." This matter itself! Do you understand, Xiao Yan? ! "

Nalan Yanran's eyes were shining with a sword-like edge, and a cold and fierce aura rose from her body -

"But now, I finally understand that the person I should resent is never you, Xiao Yan."

Nalan Yanran's cold voice echoed in the square, but inexplicably, it seemed to have something more.

"because--

It was never us who decided this marriage, but our two grandfathers.

But this is exactly the funniest part.

I am the young master of the Yunlan Sect and the future successor. Xiao Yan, you were promoted to a fighter at the age of eleven...

No matter what, our future will never stop at Dou Wang.

But, just two fighting kings can easily decide our future and life."

The corners of Nalan Yanran's mouth raised a cold arc. At this moment, the cold and sharp aura on her body seemed to be strengthened by three points: "A mere Dou Wang wants to decide my life and future...

Nalan Jie, even if you are my grandfather, you are not qualified!"

Not qualified!
Just five short words came out of Nalan Yanran's mouth, and a long sword sound, like the cry of a phoenix in the sky, came from the sword in Nalan Yanran's hand!

A unique edge belonging to a swordsman, at this moment, burst out from Nalan Yanran's body!

"Zheng!" Under the guidance of the sword intent, the swords of countless Yunlan Sect disciples in the field were quietly unsheathed, and then fell from the sky in unison and pierced into the stone slabs on the ground square!
Xiao Yang was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened!
Good guy!
Swing the sword to cut off emotions, witness your true heart, and understand the meaning of the sword!

Although the new sword intent in Nalan Yanran was immature, it did carry the youthful spirit of breaking through the clouds and mist to see the blue sky!

From this moment on, with her own sword intent, Nalan Yanran will surely practice her own "Yunlan Potian Sword Canon"!
"Come on! Xiao Yan! Let me see if you are qualified to be my opponent!"

Before he finished speaking, the sharp sword energy had already shot out!

The speed was so fast that it almost exceeded everyone's expectations!
The difference between the two in terms of comprehending the sword intent or not is almost as huge as heaven and earth, and the difference in superiority is immediately apparent!
Xiao Yang looked at this scene and couldn't help but twitch his lips: "I'm sorry, brother. It seems that this time we've gone too far."

(End of this chapter)