Mysterious mirror hanging high

The little beggar's face was full of viciousness, and he cursed:

"You bastard, you little bastard... I have something important to do today, so I won't argue with you. But you're just being so arrogant and even dare to chase me, right?"

He tapped the cheek of the young man in fancy clothes with the blade of the wooden sword, and the tip of the sword moved up and down the young man's body, and suddenly stopped at the young man's left foot. With a flash of black light, the little beggar cut the tendon of the young man's left foot cleanly and efficiently.

"Good swordsmanship."

Jing Yu, who was observing secretly, was slightly surprised. This little beggar didn't have any magical power at all. He was obviously an ordinary person and didn't even have the internal strength of a martial arts master.

The blade of the wooden sword was not as sharp as a sword made of gold or iron, and was very blunt. However, he was able to sever the tendons of the young man in an instant with precise force techniques, which showed that he had a high level of swordsmanship.

This kind of swordsmanship is only possessed by the leaders of ordinary martial arts sects. This little beggar looks only eleven or twelve years old, but he has such accomplishments. However, he has no internal strength to rely on, and he doesn't look like he has any status or background.

The young man in fancy clothes had his tendons cut and was almost fainting from the pain. However, the little beggar didn't seem to have any sympathy at all. Instead, he smiled and said:

"You like calling me a cripple? Then I'll let you, little bastard, have a taste of what it's like to be a cripple."

"besides."

The little beggar emphasized, "Although I can't see things clearly, I can still see the general outline clearly, so I am not blind."

"You're lucky, little bastard! If I were truly blind, I'd have gouged out your eyes. But now, I'm kindhearted and will only punish you slightly. I'll also cut off your tongue to prevent you from gossiping and offending the real big shots..."

After saying that, with a flash of sword light, the little beggar actually gouged out the tongue of the young man from Washington in front of him!

Jing Yu frowned slightly: "This kid has such a cruel temper."

However, although he did not like the cruelty of the little beggar, he also looked down on the bullying nature of the young man in fancy clothes. Naturally, he would not take any action to stop it, but just watched the situation develop quietly.

The young man in fancy clothes had his tendons torn and his tongue cut, his eyes almost spitting fire as he stared at the little beggar in front of him.

The little beggar opened his gray eyes wide and leaned in to look, his face almost touching the young man in fancy clothes. After a moment, he sighed regretfully:

"Pity."

"If you were frightened, you wouldn't have dared to seek revenge on me. But now you seem to harbor resentment. For your own protection, I can't keep you here."

After hearing this, the young man in gorgeous clothes revealed fear in his eyes, which then turned into pleading. He opened his mouth full of blood foam and sobbed continuously.

brush--

The blade of the wooden sword scratched across the neck, instantly causing a splash of blood. The boy's body gradually grew cold. The little beggar walked forward as if nothing had happened and fumbled around for a while. He took out a purse from the body of the boy in fancy clothes and limped out of the alley.

At this time, the servant standing outside the alley seemed to have sensed something was wrong, and hurried into the alley, but ran into the little beggar head-on. There was another flash of sword, and the sturdy servant had almost no resistance, and was killed by the little beggar with a sword.

Jing Yu watched all this with a cold eye, thinking to himself, "So it's just a case of gangs robbing gangs... This kid is quite skilled, I'm afraid his identity as a beggar is just a disguise."

The little beggar weighed the bulging purse in his hand, glanced at the two bodies lying in the alley, and sneered, "In your next life, remember to keep your eyes open and don't mess with people you shouldn't mess with."

"If your souls haven't yet entered the cycle of reincarnation, you can remember my name."

"The murderer..."

"That's Guan Lingxiao!"

boom!

A thunderclap exploded in Jing Yu's sea of ​​consciousness, and his head was buzzing:

"Guan Lingxiao? The son of Guan Zhen and Yang Wan?"

He had never seen Guan Lingxiao in person before, but before he was born, he heard at the "Penglai Meeting" that Guan Zhen had already chosen a name for his son, which actually coincided with the prophecy of "Sword Qi Rushing to Lingxiao".

Later, he entered [Xuanyuan Yuhuatian] for a full ten years. After he came out, he had heard that Jiange was destroyed. All the disciples who were in Jiange at that time, except Li Suxuan who had the remains of the God Transformation, were suspected to have escaped. He just thought that Guan Lingxiao and his parents had already died.

But why do they meet again in the capital of Zhao State?

"No wonder this kid looks familiar to me. Turns out he's Guan Zhen and Yang Wan's son..."

Jing Yu cast a detection spell, and the mysterious mirror in his dantian suddenly shone with golden light, and four golden seal characters appeared:

"【Sword Qi Soaring into the Sky】, Grade: Immortal Grade (Gold)."

"Specific Benefits: The possessor of this fate will have all of their orifices transformed into sword orifices, with every breath producing a clanging sound. Wielding a sword is as if divinely assisted, with all evil spirits warded off wherever the blade passes. Their speed of understanding the Dao of the Sword far surpasses that of ordinary people. After establishing their foundation, they can transform their Dantian into a [Sword Palace], generating sword energy that increases their cultivation, tempers their physique, and can even pierce through shackles, ignoring bottlenecks at smaller realms."

"Origin of fate: unknown."

"Fate status: Inactive."

"Sword energy soars to the sky, immortal destiny! The protagonist of the world!"

Jing Yu was stunned. This [Sword Qi Soaring into the Sky] was indeed an immortal destiny. It could assist both cultivation and combat. The power of the sword energy it generated would not be too weak. It was enough to allow Guan Lingxiao to fight against opponents of higher levels.

But the most powerful thing about it is that it can ignore the bottleneck of small realms.

It should be noted that even if the spiritual root aptitude has reached the level of Jing Yu and Lu Yingzhao, it is impossible to completely ignore the bottleneck of the small realm after reaching the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages. Back then, Jing Yu also spent a long time honing himself in the early and middle Golden Core stages before advancing to the next small realm.

If he reaches the Nascent Soul stage, I'm afraid he will waste even longer.

The middle to late Nascent Soul stage is a huge threshold that blocks countless talented people from the lower realm. Otherwise, Tang Wei, the [True Lord of Three Poisons], would not have refined his three sons into [Delusion Bodies]. Only after the three demons were killed by Jing Yu did he have hope of advancing to the late Nascent Soul stage.

Ignoring small bottlenecks means that once Guan Lingxiao starts practicing, he only needs to follow the steps of breathing in spiritual energy, moving the Qi around, and accumulating merits, and he can reach perfection in this realm in one go. Although he only has an immortal destiny, his practice speed can even surpass the qualifications of Jing Yu and Lu Yingzhao who have divine destiny!

"However... he did not activate this destiny."

Jing Yu thought to himself, "Although his destiny is in an inactive state, his sword talent has already begun to show signs. If it is activated, how terrifying will his sword talent be?"

He was just about to help Guan Lingxiao activate this immortal destiny, but he seemed to have thought of something, and he actually suppressed the impulse and withdrew his hand.

"If this Master had not appeared here, what would his fate have been?"

"No rush, let's observe a little longer..."