The sword comes out like a dragon and rustles like a shooting star.
A sword light came from afar, shattering the vast sea of clouds.
The mountains, which had always been shrouded in clouds and mist, were swept away by the cold light like chasing the stars and the moon in an instant, revealing the lush green forest peaks within.
Kenzhai has arrived.
The monks standing on the mountains, some standing in the clouds, or standing on the ground, all raised their heads and looked at the countless sharp sword lights flying towards them like meteors.
There are also spirit boats and spirit beasts in the sword studio, but most of the time, these sword cultivators fly directly with their swords.
Although he was only flying with a sword, his aura was no less than that of other sects.
The overwhelming sword light came flying towards him, but it was another kind of amazing momentum.
The fifty disciples of the Sword Studio all came with swords, and they were not scattered. It seemed that they had already made an appointment, and they landed together on an open space in the mountains. After landing, they stood silently holding their swords.
The Nascent Soul cultivator led by Jian Zhai also landed where all the Nascent Soul Lords were.
There is no doubt about this.
"Hey, it's you who are here, Boring, Boring." Zhenjun Fengting, who was dressed in red, saw the people coming from Jianzhai and said hello, but the content of the greeting was not very friendly.
Dressed in dark blue robes, with half-black and half-white hair hanging casually, he looked like he was only in his twenties. He glanced at Zhenjun Fengting expressionlessly, with a cold and sharp look in his eyes.
Zhenjun Fengting swallowed subconsciously. The next second, when he realized that he was actually afraid, the fair face of the young man in bright red clothes seemed to be on fire. He snorted coldly and turned his head to follow the one-armed man. Towards the sea of clouds.
Isn't he afraid of this guy from Kenzai? Who knows that this guy has a notoriously bad temper. He will strike him with a sword whenever he disagrees, but Kenzai actually sent him here. What did he want to do? Come here to fight. ?
Master Yijian of Jianzhai glanced at Master Fengting coldly, jumped his fingers slightly, glanced at the few Nascent Soul Masters standing around, and snorted coldly as well.
The long white eyebrows of the white-browed old man from Qianji Pavilion trembled slightly when he smiled, and the whisk in his hand shook slightly, "Yijian Zhenjun, you are well."
The monks of Qianji Pavilion are the most independent and friendly among the Eastern Continent. The old man with white eyebrows opened his mouth. Lord Yijian softened his expression and nodded towards the old man with white eyebrows, "Senior Baimei."
"Speaking of it, the only two Taoist sects Sanqing and Chiyang have not arrived yet." True Lord Bishui smiled softly, and the hem of his palace clothes swayed in the wind, like rippling blue waves.
The sharp-edged sword eyes of True Lord Yijian suddenly turned to look at True Lord Bishui, and the expression in his eyes changed slightly.
True Lord Bishui covered his lips and smiled, a gentle smile overflowing with a hint of teasing.
"coming."
The white-browed old man shook his long white eyebrows, and the snow-white whisk swayed in the wind, like threads of flowing clouds.
All the Nascent Soul cultivators looked sideways at the rolling sea of clouds in the distance.
There was the sound of a roc singing, piercing the clouds and riding the wind.
"Oh? It just so happens that Sanqing has arrived." Hearing this, True Lord Bishui showed a look of understanding on his face, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew wider.
"I don't know who the Nascent Soul cultivator led by Sanqing this time will be?" Zhenjun Fengting, who had just been frightened by Zhenjun Yijian, turned to look at the sea of clouds, heard Zhenjun Bishui's words, and his tone was meaningful.
Uh-huh!
Seeing another cold light, True Lord Fengting felt choked. He turned around and continued to look at Yunhai with a stern expression on his face. Why was this True Lord One Sword not so cruel to others?
The white-browed old man chuckled, looked at the big roc coming on the wind, and said, "After all, it's not the one that fellow Taoist Yijian is waiting for."
Hearing this, the look of anticipation in True Lord Yijian's eyes dimmed slightly, and he snorted as if nothing had happened.
As for True Lord Bishui and several other True Lords of Nascent Soul, who knew the inside story, they all looked at True Lord Yijian sympathetically.
Yuanying Zhenjun's spiritual consciousness is so sharp, Yijian Zhenjun naturally received the looks in the eyes of several fellow Taoists. His face turned dark instantly, and a faint sharp sword aura filled his whole body.
The surrounding True Lords froze, and moved their spiritual energy around without moving their expressions.
And just when the undercurrents of several Yuanying True Monarchs here were surging, the roc of the Sanqing Dao Sect had also landed. After landing, the roc that was originally as big as a small mountain turned into the size of a sparrow and landed on a Confucian. On the shoulder of the young man in a shirt, he even rubbed the young man's cheek very intimately.
The monk in the Confucian shirt was not upset at all. He held the smaller roc on his shoulder and walked toward the place where the Yuanying monk was.
"This time we are here, Fellow Taoist Yun Lan." The old man with white eyebrows was the first to greet him, looking kind and kind.
When True Lord Yunlan saw the old man with white eyebrows, he straightened his originally lazy posture slightly, rolled up his sleeves and saluted the old man with white eyebrows, "Senior Baimei."
The white-browed old man chuckled and seemed to have a good temper.
Coming to the side of several Nascent Soul True Lords, True Lord Yun Lan first laid his eyes on True Lord Bishui, with a smile on his lips, "Sister Bishui, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are getting more and more beautiful, by the sea. , It really nourishes people!”
As soon as he saw the visitor, the always smiling face of Zhenjun Bishui froze slightly, it was actually him who came!
Even after taking several steps back, he was still the first person to greet him. True Lord Bishui showed a hint of helplessness in his brows. What do the various sects think about this year's ancient battlefield? Can't they send some serious people?
With a cold face, Zhenjun Bishui turned his head stiffly and looked at Yunhai.
True Lord Yunlan didn't care at all about True Lord Bishui's cold face. The smile at the corners of his mouth grew wider. He praised Lord Bishui several more times in a loud voice, and then looked at True Lord Yijian.
"Fellow Daoist Yijian, you saw it was me coming, but were you disappointed?"
The lowered eyes of True Lord Yijian suddenly opened, and he looked at True Lord Yunlan with eyes as sharp as swords.
True Lord Yunlan clicked his tongue twice, and looked at the other Nascent Soul cultivators with a smile. After greeting them one by one, he did not calm down. Instead, he approached True Lord Bishui and greeted them warmly.
The white-browed old man looked at the scene in front of him, his long eyebrows trembling with laughter. It was interesting and interesting. Although the hexagram calculated on a whim that day has not yet come true, this trip to the ancient battlefield will definitely not be boring.
It was not until the next day, one day before the opening of the ancient battlefield, that Chiyang Dao Sect arrived belatedly.
Zhenjun Fengting retracted his gaze from the sea of clouds and looked at the magic weapon that looked like a palace in the clouds not far away, approaching the rising sun with great momentum.
"The Chiyang Dao Sect is always the last one to arrive, and every time he uses the Sun Palace, he is afraid that others won't see it." Zhenjun Fengting squinted at the shining golden palace, half-smiling but not smiling. The way.
The remaining True Lords all closed their eyes and sleeves and said nothing, but there was a meaning in each of their eyes.
"Fellow Taoists, I've been waiting for a long time. I, the Chiyang Taoist Sect, have arrived."
The sound is like thunder, rolling from the palace in the clouds.
True Lord Bishui frowned slightly, and True Lord Yunlan smiled faintly.
True Lord Yijian and One-Armed Guest remained expressionless, True Lord Fengting curled his lips, and True Lord Qingling lowered his eyes in silence.
Only the old man with white eyebrows said, "Fellow Taoist Huaiyang."
