Disciple's rebellion

Li Du saw that the person who crippled his spiritual vein was Li Phosphorus, the successor of the Shuishen faction, his pale complexion turned even paler.

Li Du's lips trembled when he heard Ning Jie's reply, and he said, "There is no Weiwu Xianzun in the Liangling sect."

He seemed to have regained his confidence, and shouted vigorously: "Senior Brother, there is no Weiwu Immortal Venerable in the Liangling Sect, he is lying to you!"

Wang Yi was even more gloating now. He closed his fan, poked Li Phosph's arm, and said with a smile, "Could it be that all of your disciples from the Shuishen School are idiots like him?" Wang Yi sighed twice. : "Brother Li, Mr. Wang is very worried about the situation where you will take over the Shuishen faction in the future."

Twenty years ago, the Red Spirit Secret Realm, which had been closed for thousands of years, was reopened, and all the immortal cultivators flocked to it, striving to obtain the treasures of the fairy world in the Red Spirit Secret Realm.

But among tens of millions of people, only a 15-year-old boy obtained the treasure in the Red Spirit Secret Realm.

Moreover, if the young man hadn't taken the initiative to split the enchantment of the fairyland, half of the immortal cultivators in the human world would probably die in the secret realm of the red spirit.

Ten years later, the demon clan was in turmoil and invaded the human world wantonly, and the poison of chaos in the demon world also invaded the human world.

Many monks were poisoned by the chaos, and their spirit veins were completely crippled, and they had no resistance to the demons' attack.

At this time, a 25-year-old boy was born out of nowhere, to collect chaos, drive away demons, and return peace and prosperity to the world.

Since then, no one dared to call the boy's name, and everyone respected him as the Immortal Venerable Weiwu.

Hearing this, Li Du immediately forgot the dignity of Wang Yi's status, and roared angrily, "Even if the Liangling Sect has this Raoshizi Weiwu Immortal Venerable, he is wearing a blue school uniform, not the woad blue school uniform of the Liangling Sect!"

In fact, he already knew Ning Jie's identity, but he still wanted to struggle.

Maybe not.

Right!

He wasn't wearing a woad school uniform.

Li Phosphorus's face turned black from anger before, but now he is ashamed and ashamed.

It would be fine to say that it is a small sect that does not know about Immortal Wei Wu, but the disciples of Shui Chen Sect who are close friends with Liangling Sect don't know about Immortal Wei Wu, which really disgraces Shui Chen Sect.

At this moment, Li Phosphorus moved to kill, a silver light flashed, and there was no such person as Li Du on the ground.

Everyone couldn't help looking at Li Phosph's hand. The ring on his hand had a flash of inspiration just now. It must be that Li Phosphus had just used his spiritual power to open the punishment tower of the Shuishen faction and imprisoned Li Du in it.

Seeing this, Ning Jie frowned slightly.

Each of the five sects has its own punishment tower.The Punishment Pagoda is dedicated to disciples who behaved badly, but generally speaking, bad behavior refers to things such as murdering teachers and other outrageous things.

Relying on the name of being a disciple of the Shuishen Sect, Li Du committed crimes everywhere, bringing shame to the sect.

But the biggest punishment is to abolish the spirit vein and expel the master.

Locking him into the penalty tower and destroying his soul is really too much punishment.

Moreover, the main reason why Li Phus imprisoned Li Du in the penalty tower was not because Li Du acted as a minion to ruin the reputation of the Shui Shen faction, but because he didn't know his master.

Thinking of this, Ning Jie frowned even deeper.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw a blue light coming, and immediately a group of Liang Ling faction appeared in front of Ning Jie.

Seeing Bai Liang approaching, Ning Jie restrained his expression, and bowed to Bai Liang: "Disciple Ning Jie sees the master."

Wang Yi and Li Phosphorus are also juniors, when they saw Bai Liang coming, they put away their weapons and saluted Bai Liang.

Bai Wei nodded slightly, and said lightly: "Ning Jie, this is a family affair of the Shuimen sect, so don't talk too much."

As soon as Ning Jie heard it, he knew that Bai Wei already knew what happened here just now.

Bai Wei had already spoken, and it was really inappropriate for him to say more, so he had no choice but to say yes.

Bai Wei cast a glance at Li Phosphorus, and continued: "Besides, your master is not someone who can be called by any cat or dog. It is not an exaggeration for the Shui Shen faction to do this."

Li Phosphorus tried his best to restrain his expression, but his face was still a little dark.He bowed to Bai Wei and said, "It's the Shuishen Sect's lax discipline, and this disciple will definitely give an explanation to the Liangling Sect."

There was no expression of joy or anger on Bai Wei's face. Instead of answering Li Phosphate's words, he said calmly to Ning Jie, "Ning Jie, I would like to return to the team."

Ning Jie clasped his fists and replied, "I don't want to."

The atmosphere suddenly became icy.

Just when Wang Yi and Li Lin thought that Bai Wei would get angry, they heard him order He Yin, the eldest disciple behind him: "He Yin, you give Ning Jie the jade pendant and the key to the Qiushan Pavilion."

He Yin answered Bai Liang with a yes, and immediately walked out from behind Bai Liang, took out his purse, and handed over the silver, jade pendant and keys to Ning Jie.

Ning Jie accepted the purse, and saluted Bai Wei and He Yin: "Thank you, master, and senior brother."

He Yin didn't answer, and walked behind Bai Wei coldly.

Bai Wei said: "This is the first time you have attended the Fairy Gate Conference. Alone, although you can gain more experience, you also need to take care of yourself."

Although there was no ups and downs in the tone of voice, it was obvious that he cared and spoiled Ning Jie.

Ning Jie saluted and said, "Disciple, thank you for your care."

Bai Wei nodded slightly, and immediately led Liangling Sect disciple Yu Jian to Qiushan Pavilion arranged by Shuishen Sect.

Li Pho had never been treated like this before in his age, and his face turned pale and pale.

He raised his eyes to look at Ning Jie, and walked away without saying hello to him.

Wang Yi glanced at Li Phosphate's back and shook his head helplessly, then turned around and apologized to Ning Jie: "Brother Li has such a bad temper, I hope Brother Ning is not to blame."

Ning Jie didn't care about Li Phus' attitude, he just shook his head lightly: "It's nothing."

After all, Li Phosphorus is the son of the head of the Shuishen Sect. Since he was a child, he has followed Li Tiao to walk among the five major sects. He has never lost his name in the martial arts competitions of the Immortal Sect. He is a veritable son of the Immortal Sect.

And I was not favored by the head of the sect back then, if it wasn't for the master's tough attitude, and later I went to Xueqiu Mountain to obtain the Danyan God Grass, then I reluctantly let the head retreat temporarily and became the master's disciple.

Although he has gone out to practice in the master's school these years, he has never participated in a large-scale competition like the Xianmen Conference.

It's normal for Li Tiao to despise himself as a mediocre person in the name of a master's disciple.

Seeing that Ning Jie had a very good temper, Wang Yi leaned forward and said, "So, Brother Ning, see you at the martial arts competition at the Fairy Gate Conference."

Ning Jie clasped his fists and replied, "See you at the Fairy Gate."

After Wang Yi finished speaking, he turned around and caught up with Li Phosphate, hooking his neck and joking with each other.

Ning Jie turned around, helped the old man pack the last pot of peonies, took out the money bag, handed it to the old man, and said with a smile, "I want a pot of peonies, a pot of peach blossoms, and rose seeds."

The old man hastily declined: "The Immortal Lord has helped the old man snatch back the peonies. If the Immortal Lord likes them, I can send the Immortal Lord a few pots. You don't need the Immortal Lord's money."

Ning Jie handed the money bag to the old man, and said with a smile: "Old man, not to mention that this is what the junior should do as a disciple of the immortal sect. These flowers are the exit gift that the junior wants to give to the junior master. These money It is also the reward that this junior got for helping out demons for the first time. Therefore, this money is of great significance to this junior, so please be sure to accept it.”

As soon as the old man heard it, he knew that the money must be accepted, so he had to accept it.

The old man put the money away, then took out a bag of roses and a pot of peach blossoms, and handed them to Ning Jie.

When Ning Jie looked at the full roses, he knew in his heart that the old man had given too many rose seeds.

Just when I was about to decline, I heard the old man say: "Xianjun, you give me money, it is your respect to my master, and I give you a rose, it is my respect to you. I am considerate of you, please be considerate and considerate of me. .”

Ning Jie sighed, put these things into the spiritual bag, and thanked the old man: "Thank you for your kindness, but the younger generation is so disrespectful."

Seeing that Ning Jie accepted it, the old man nodded in satisfaction, and then he said curiously: "But I can see that what the fairy wants is not the old peony, but peach blossoms and roses. Forgive the old man for being rude, these wild things , will the master sent to you by Xianjun offend Zunyan?"

Ning Jie lowered his eyes.

He thought of Mi Chen's astonishment when he saw Lan Qiangwei for the first time on Xueqiu Mountain and his reluctance when he left.

Since he went down the mountain to train, he has never seen someone love Qiangwei so much.

Thinking of Mi Chen's surprise when he saw Manshan Qiangwei's eyes, Ning Jie couldn't hold back, and the moment his brows and eyes relaxed, a smile appeared from the corner of his lips.

Ning Jie didn't intend to hide his joy, and said to the old man with a smile: "These mountains and fields are treasures bestowed by heaven for us master and apprentice. Out of these precious peach blossoms and roses."

As soon as Ning Jie finished speaking, a bell rang from Qiushan in the distance. This was the sound of Qiushan preparing to start.

Ning Jie stood up. He cupped his fists and said goodbye to the old man: "The autumn mountain has opened, and the younger generation is about to enter the mountain. After this farewell, I wish the old man good health."

After saying that, Ning Jie took out the fairy ship that Mi Chen had left for him, mobilized his spiritual power, and headed for Qiushan.

However, he did not forget to leave the extra money for the rose seeds to the old man.

When Ning Jie walked away, the old flower seller slowly collected the flowers and pushed the cart to a corner.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, he waved his sleeves and put all the flowers into the spirit bag, and then slowly tore off all the old skin on his hands and arms.

He turned to look at Qiu Shan who was heading towards Ning Jie, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, a whistle sounded, and a puff of black smoke disappeared from this corner.

Above the sky, the aura is unified, and tens of thousands of disciples from various sects rush to Qiushan.

Under the ground covered by the houses, magma rolled up, and the black shadows like crows covering the sun slowly rushed from the demon world to the autumn mountain where the immortals gathered.

Ning Jie put away the spirit boat, showed the membership jade pendant and key to the people in Qiushan Pavilion, and entered the room prepared by Bai Wei.

In a room, Ning Jie opened the sound transmission jade pendant, and said softly: "Master, this disciple has arrived at the Qiushan Pavilion, please rest assured, Master. When Master leaves the gate, the disciple will meet you with roses and peach blossoms everywhere."

After Ning Jie finished speaking, he fondled the sound transmission jade pendant, and waited for the light blue aura of the sound transmission jade pendant to dissipate before putting away the sound transmission jade pendant.

After collecting them, Ning Jie used his spiritual power to catalyze the rose seeds and peach blossoms he bought.

dong dong~

Ning Jie withdrew his spiritual power, waved the flowers and seeds back into the spiritual bag, and replied, "Please come in."

He Yin pushed the door open after hearing Ning Jie's answer.

He Yin frowned when he entered the door: "What are you doing?"

In the afternoon, it was the first session of the Xianmen Conference.

Coincidentally, the No.1 Ning Jie met was Wang Yi who met on the street.

Wang Yi still saluted as if he met him by chance on the street, and made a daughter's salute.

He folded his fan and bowed to Ning Jie, and said with a smile while saluting: "Brother Ning, fate!"

Ning Jie cupped his fists and smiled back: "Brother Wang, fate."

Wang Yi opened his fan with a snap, and said charmingly, "Brother Ning, I think you don't like my pity and pity."

Ning Jie flattened his right hand lightly, and smiled elegantly: "Brother Wang, please."

As soon as Ning Jie finished speaking, Wang Yi threw the folding fan in his hand into the air, and the originally elegant plaything instantly became huge like the wings of a fierce falcon.

Immediately, under the urging of spiritual power, the huge wings revealed their sharp blades and stabbed towards Ning Jie.

Ning Jie condensed his spiritual power to counteract the spiritual power thrown by the iron fan, and immediately moved the sword, lifting the sword to block the iron fan.

But Wang Yi obviously used the iron fan as a boomerang.

Ning Jie's sword had just hit Wang Yi's iron fan, making a piercing sound.

Wang Yi activated his spiritual power again, urging the iron fan to circle and cut towards Ning Jie's abdomen.

Ning Jie also expected the iron fan to turn around, so he raised his back and kicked the fan aside while avoiding the iron fan.

In the first round of spiritual power competition, Ning Jie won.

Wang Yi sucked the iron fan that had been cut into the ground into his hand, and immediately swiped at Ning Jie's neck with the fan.

Ning Jie noticed it, and immediately dodged sideways, but Wang Yi activated his spiritual power to change the position of the fan in his palm, and then spun it towards Ning Jie's neck again.

At this time, the benefits of the short blade are reflected.

Ning Jie directly threw the sword to the ground, concentrating his spiritual strength in his hands, clasped his hands together to draw a circle, abruptly changed the fan's posture, and finally stroked it out, turning the iron fan to attack Wang Yi.

Wang Yi turned around to avoid the fan's force, but before he could use his spiritual power to close the fan, Ning Jie's sword was resting on his neck, and the fan was directly inserted into the ground.

When Ning Jie's sword rested on Wang Yi's neck, Wang Yi raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, spread his hands and said, "Brother Ning has a good skill, I lost."

Ning Jie just wanted to say that he would accept it, but before he took the sword away, he saw Wang Yi clamping the spine of his sword with his fingers, and said in amazement: "Ordinary iron sword!"

Although this competition doesn't seem to use too much sword power, Wang Yi's every move and style is full of spiritual power, coupled with the spiritual power of his own fairy weapon, if he wants to fight, he needs Ning Jie to move forward. The sword in his hand was filled with more spiritual energy.

But Wang Yi's offensive was too hasty, and Ning Jie didn't care about pouring a lot of spiritual power into the sword at all, so he could only use the spiritual power he poured this morning.

Fortunately, Wang Yi likes to be simple and brutal, and directly use spiritual power to crush, which makes the end of the battle quicker. Otherwise, this sword will not even be able to match half a cup of tea with his fine iron fan.

On the high platform, Xie Zhi couldn't help admiring: "Good skill, worthy of being a disciple of the Liangling Sect."

Bai Wei seemed to have expected that Wang Yi would lose a long time ago, nodded lightly, and replied: "Thank you for your absurd praise, Sect Leader."

Among the five sects, the one with the most skill is the Sword Flower School. The heads of the Sword Flower School all praised it so much. It seems that Ning Jie's martial arts skills are indeed stronger than Wang Yi's.

As soon as Xie Zhi said this, Fan Liao calmed down a little because of Wang Yi's initial defeat. After all, the five major factions have competed so many times, and Wang Yi is known for his spiritual power.

But he still couldn't hold back and said: "Brother Bai, who is this disciple? Why haven't I seen your little disciple?"

Bai Wei looked at Ning Jie under the court, and the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Master Fan, don't worry, you will see more in the future."

Compared to Xie Zhi's focus on moves and Fan Liao's focus on winning or losing, Li Tiao discovered the key point.

Li Tiao frowned and said: "His sword turned out to be an ordinary martial arts sword."

As soon as these words came out, Huang Cheng, who had been drowsy from drunk, woke up, and the four masters all looked at Bai Wei.

Huang Cheng thought very quickly, and replied: "Could it be that he is the only disciple of your junior brother?"

Bai Wei picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said calmly, "Except for him, do you think any disciple of the Liang Ling Sect doesn't have a sword at this age?"

In the morning, He Yin walked up to Ning Jie holding a sword and Liangling disciple uniform, and asked, "What are you doing? Why is your spiritual power so unstable?"

Ning Jie knew that He Yin would definitely notice if he used his spiritual power, but he didn't expect He Yin to know that he had spent a lot of spiritual power as soon as he entered the door.

Ning Jie sighed in his heart, stood up, and replied: "Brother, I am plating the sword with spirit."

Except for Mi Chen who got his own sword from a secret realm at the age of 15, the rest of the Liangling Sect disciples all got their swords from the Refining Peak at the age of [-].

Now Ning Jie has not yet reached his birthday, and Mi Chen has not yet left the customs, so the Immortal Gate Conference has been held, but Ning Jie has not yet had his saber that really belongs to him.

But none of the disciples of the Hundred Families of the Immortal Sect who participated in the Immortal Sect Assembly did not have a good spirit sword, let alone the swords in the hands of the five sects like Li Phosphorus.

those sabers,

Either it was tempered by the elders who specialize in refining weapons within the sect, using the inner guts of demons and monsters to accumulate and temper them.

Or, like Mi Chen, he obtained the self-generated spirit sword from the secret realm.

If you don't have these two, and you don't want your weapon to be shattered in the battle, the only way is to bless it with spiritual power.

The spirit sword itself is pursued and used by immortal cultivators because of its powerful spiritual power.

If the sword has no spiritual power, it is just an ordinary weapon.

Therefore, if you want to turn an ordinary weapon into a spiritual sword, the way is to use your own spiritual power to coat the sword.

The person who adds the spirit has strong spiritual power, even if it is an ordinary practice saber, it is comparable to many spirit swords blessed by demon pills.

However, the recovery of the spiritual power of the immortal cultivator is limited, and it is impossible to output a large amount of spiritual power to ordinary swords.

Moreover, the difference between a spiritual sword and an ordinary sword lies in the longevity and consumption of spiritual power.

Therefore, no one is willing to waste a lot of spiritual power to study how to attach spiritual power to ordinary swords for a long time.

He Yin frowned, picked up the spiritual sword on the tray and handed it to Ning Jie: "This is Elder Fu Lin's spiritual sword, Master specially asked me to give it to you."

Ning Jie shook his head: "Thank you for the kindness of the sect master and Elder Fu Lin, this spirit sword should be forgotten."

He Yin frowned even deeper: "If you don't use it, your sword will not exceed an hour tomorrow."

Ning Jie let out a breath, he stroked the sword full of spiritual energy, and said: "Brother, I once told Master that I will only use the sword he picked for me in my life."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Ning Jie said in a low voice: "Brother, I'm sorry."

He Yin withdrew the sword with a cold face, and said: "You master and apprentice are not sorry for me, but this is not the only thing."

After saying that, He Yin pushed his clothes forward, and said: "If you want to find peace these few days, you should change into regular disciple clothes for the competition in the afternoon."

After He Yin finished speaking, he took his sword and was about to leave, but when he came to the door, he turned his head and said, "Ning Jie, I know that you are now eager to seek the approval of all the immortals in the world as the disciple of Elder Wei Wu. But you must remember, confident It will become arrogance and admiration, and under the huge admiration, it will bring endless abyss."

But his self-confidence will never become arrogance.

Because there will always be a teacher in his heart who is beating him.

Ning Jie withdrew his sword and said to Wang Yi, "Brother Wang, I have accepted it."

Wang Yi took back the iron fan, and his smile deepened: "Brother Ning, you have been taught." He put the fan on his chest, fanned the wind slowly, and said, "Brother Ning, do you know that I am looking forward to seeing you and Li Come on brother."

Ning Jie replied with a light smile: "Yes."

At this time, a flash of sword light flashed by, and the black shadow like a bird quickly sneaked into the ground like insects and ants.

The sky was drizzling, and it began to rain lightly.

On the top of the autumn mountain, a beautiful figure stands.

If you look closely, her intricate hibiscus purple lower skirt is covered with frost.

Unfortunately, quietly.