Dress up as a male match to cultivate immortals

The long sword was coming so fiercely that Ye Zhengliu flinched, but he had no time to dodge it.Just when he was yelling inwardly, feeling that he would be crippled even if he didn't die, the long sword stopped suddenly and froze his figure above his head.

The originally galloping sword light was instantly restrained to the sword body, but it didn't hurt him at all.Ye Zhengliu cursed secretly in his heart, but quickly took a few steps back, and then looked over with a full face of wariness.

The long sword remained unchanged from just now, and the young man holding the long sword also maintained the same posture just now with no expression on his face.Just after Ye Zhengliu thought the shadow had frozen, the young man suddenly flicked his wrist and retracted the long sword to his side.Then there was another sudden slash, and it slashed straight to the position just now.

After repeating this several times, Ye Zhengliu realized that the shadow had been repeating the same movement.But he had just watched Ye Zi's real sword practice in front of Yuping, and now seeing this simple slash, he felt a little bit less interested.It's just that the shadow doesn't seem to dissipate, and it repeatedly draws and withdraws the sword on its own.And the futon under the shadow also gradually exuded aura, which kept the shadow lingering, which gave Ye Zhengliu a headache.

He didn't dare to go close, if the shadow of Qingfeng was inattentive and really fell towards him, it would be a disaster.Seeing that the sky began to turn slightly pale, thinking of Ye Zhengliu, who was going to Zangzhen Pavilion to pick treasures today, he couldn't calm down a little.

Pulling out the White Deer Sword behind him, Ye Zhengliu threw out several protective treasures on his body. After thinking for a while, he aroused [-]% of his spiritual power, and slashed at the phantom.

As soon as he made a move, Ye Zhengliu felt something was wrong.Perhaps it was because he had seen it too many times just now, and he felt that when he drew his sword, it was somewhat similar to that phantom.And the sword light on the White Deer Sword has a tendency to restrain itself.But just when Bai Lujian saw that he was about to hit the phantom, and the blade was about to touch the phantom, the phantom was slightly startled, and then avoided it lightly.

Ye Zhengliu was shocked.

The treacherous footwork made the phantom move a few steps away in an instant.Afterwards, Xu Ying immediately backhanded his sword, and slashed straight at the White Deer Sword that he hadn't had time to retract.

Xuying's long sword came swiftly and violently but extremely restrained. When the two swords collided, Ye Zhengliu didn't even see the shadow of the long sword clearly, but felt a shock in his hand. on the ground.

Xu Ying nodded slightly in Ye Zhengliu's direction. Although his face was expressionless, Ye Zhengliu still understood what he meant.

Come again!

This time, he still used [-]% of his spiritual power, concentrated his energy, and imitated that phantom with both hands holding the sword and slashed suddenly, a shadow that faded to nothingness surged away from the sword.Ye Zhengliu felt his heart tremble. Seeing that the sword shadow was the first to meet Xu Ying's long sword, he felt as if he understood something in an instant, but the figure of Ye Zishi dancing the sword was once again in his mind. emerge.

Only this time, he discovered that where the sword of the move went, there were countless sword shadows densely woven into a sword net, and on the tall trees beside Ye Zishi, there were There are countless densely packed fine marks.

Sword intent?Ye Zhengliu's heart moved, but he followed the phantom in surprise, and slashed out with his sword again.

He knew that the first step in the introduction of sword cultivation is sword intent.Just like the beginning of Dharma cultivation is Qi refining.Even though he relied on his body's foundation of eighth-level swordsmanship before, he would be confused even when dealing with people in the foundation stage.The reason is that he has not comprehended the original intention of the sword cultivator and forcibly relied on the power of the sword itself.

That's like a Dharma cultivator, although he has a very high level of cultivation, but he doesn't know how to read formulas and can only rely on his physical body to fight hard against the enemy.This kind of battle often kills one thousand enemies and damages oneself by eight hundred.

Excitedly holding the White Deer Sword in his hand, Ye Zhengliu smiled gratefully at the cold-faced man, and then practiced a few more times.It wasn't until the sky became clear that the phantom flashed and disappeared into the futon.

Carefully putting away the futon, Ye Zhengliu suddenly showed a strange expression on his excited face.Thinking about the past few days, he sat on the futon that turned into Leng Junjianxiu at every turn, his face turned red, and then he smirked and changed the futon into the wooden ring alone.

After returning to the bedroom, he changed into some light clothes. As soon as Ye Zhengliu went out, he saw Nanxingjin waiting in the courtyard, with Huang Zheng and Linghui behind him.Ye Zhengliu was slightly taken aback. After seeing the silver medicine box in Nan Xingjin's hand and his hesitant expression, he smiled at the crowd, and then stepped forward and saluted Nan Xingjin politely, "See Master!"

"Get up." Nan Xingjin put his hands together, and saw that although Huang Zheng and Linghui were standing behind him, their eyes were already looking at Ye Zhengliu with sparkling eyes, but they knew it was not the time to speak, so they nodded towards Ye Zhengliu Nodded, "Zheng'er has come to see you many times, you go first." After a slight pause, he still sighed in his heart, and said with a smile, "Thank you for the teacher, Zhengliu."

"A disciple should be filial to his master," Ye Zhengliu chuckled, thinking in his heart that this was the credit of Yuan Bao's fat bird, so he made up his mind to give it a Lingzhu to taste next time we meet.Seeing that Linghui and Huang Zheng didn't speak, but their eyes had already drifted outside, they knew that they couldn't wait any longer, so they apologized to Nan Xingjin again, and hurriedly took the bilin lottery and walked out with the two of them.

The Zangzhen Pavilion is on the back mountain of Huixian Peak, with seven floors in total, and there are elixirs, formulas and various magic weapons in it.When the three of Ye Zhengliu arrived, they saw that the Zangzhen Pavilion was like a painting building, hidden among the towering ancient trees. It looks like a fairyland on earth.

"There is a large formation here to protect each other." Seeing Ye Zhengliu looking at the phantom of the phoenix bird, he was very surprised, Huang Zheng whispered, "This is the seven-star chain formation formed by the two elders of Cangzhen Pavilion. The big formation, after entering the cabinet, there are still countless small formations. If someone takes more than two items, they will be killed immediately on the ground."

"So powerful?" Linghui exclaimed, but her pretty face wrinkled, "But if you kill it immediately, isn't it a bit overbearing?"

"Desires are hard to fill, and there is a limit to everything. The things in the Zangzhen Pavilion are treasures accumulated by many elders of the Pingzhi Sect from traveling around. If the disciples of the sect disregard the rules of the sect just for their own greed, they should not keep it." Huang Zheng looked in his eyes. As soon as it got cold, a trace of determination appeared on his usually gentle face, "The two elders of Cangzhen Pavilion, in order to protect this great formation, gave up the opportunity to advance to the Nascent Soul and suppressed their cultivation base in the Golden Core .”

In this world, it is extremely difficult for Jindan monks to advance to Nascent Soul, even the Pingzhi Sect, there are only five Nascent Soul monks.What these two elders gave up back then was far more than endless longevity.Thinking of the current state of the Pingzhi Sect, Huang Zheng's eyes were filled with sadness, "In the war against the devil, the ancestors, elders and almost half of the disciples of our sect, for the stability of Jincheng and the immortality of our sect, but At the price of losing your soul, you earned that glimmer of life."

It was the sacrifices of countless people back then that earned Jinling Village special treatment and endless resources later.Now that many years have passed in peace and stability, the disciples of the Pingzhi Sect only remember the present wanton happiness, and few of them remember those ancestors.

No one remembers how many fellow disciples perished in order to keep the orthodoxy back then.No one remembered how much blood and regrets lay behind this abundance of aura and brilliant flowers.What is left in vain now are mostly unfulfilled desires.

"We will all protect the sect." Ye Zhengliu was silent for a while before smiling at Huang Zheng. "The ancestors of the sect want the orthodoxy to be immortal, so we will protect the orthodoxy of the Pingzhi sect." The pavilions in the palace were hidden by ancient trees, revealing a little solemnity. Ye Zhengliu's eyes fell on the quietly guarding Xufeng, "Do your best."

And after he finished speaking, the Xufeng in the distance suddenly rose into the sky.The gorgeous quilt feathers spread out instantly, and after flying around the Zangzhen Pavilion, they suddenly fell down, tightly covering the entire pavilion with a huge trailing tail.Afterwards, the phantom gradually faded away, and as the phantom disappeared, an old monk with white hair and childlike face stood not far from the three of them.

Seeing the surprised looks of the three people, the old monk smiled kindly on his face, inspected the three of them, and then showed a bit of satisfaction in his eyes, "God bless Pingzhizong!"

The three of Ye Zhengliu looked at each other. Although they didn't hear the old monk's words clearly, they knew that this must be the guard of the Cangzhen Pavilion.So Qi Qi stepped forward, first bowed politely, and then each took out the bilin sticks.

But the old monk didn't seem to care about Bilin's lottery. After a glance, he pulled out a small khaki shield and put it on the door of the building.After the door of the building opened, he led the three of them into the building without saying a word.

Ye Zhengliu saw that the old monk directed Huang Zheng and Linghui to different floors, and was surprised in his heart. Then he saw the old monk turned around and looked into his eyes, but he was more dignified, "Dare to ask this person?" Friends, where are you from?"

Seeing Ye Zhengliu startled suddenly and looking over with a face full of surprise, the old monk sighed deeply, with endless power revealed between his opened and closed eyes.

"Fellow Daoist is not from this world!"