"That's all."
Lu Yun could only rest assured that with the abilities of her second senior brother, as long as she didn't encounter any old monsters, she wouldn't suffer any loss.
After digesting a bunch of secrets, Lu Yun stayed at Wentian Peak to practice.
As the leader said, it only took five days for the agreement to be signed and the nine sects to discuss a charter.
They will hold a Dao Dao Conference in the Hidden Sword Sect. All disciples of Jindan and above in the nine sects can participate. Finally, five people will be selected, and then an elder will be selected from each of the sects where these five people belong.
Use the skills of the juniors to seize this opportunity, and prevent those elder-level figures from having to fight for a qualification.
As the extra sixth person, Lu Yun attracted a lot of attention.
On September 3rd, the Hidden Sword Sect’s grand formation opened, and today is the day for the other sect disciples to come.
Lu Yun followed her senior brother and looked at the people on the mountain road, feeling suddenly stressed.
"Don't worry, my senior brother will also participate this time, and I will definitely beat them to death."
Hooking Lu Yun's neck, Ji Hongxi smiled and talked loudly, not forgetting to seduce the female disciples around him.
Lu Yun's teeth were sour and she slapped the other person's arm away.
Baiyao was still in seclusion, Yun Shuiqing could not easily leave the Hidden Sword Sect, and Wentianfeng had no choice but to go to Ji Hongxi.
During these days, the Hidden Sword Sect recalled many disciples who were away from home.
Lu Yun was the youngest of the generation, and most of the disciples from the previous generation had left the mountains and lived in the world of mortals. Their return this time also caused quite a stir.
"Sister Shangguan is here."
There were mutterings around her, and Lu Yun also felt Ji Hongxi stand up straight and wink in that direction.
Shangguan Li, a contemporary of Ji Hongxi, a disciple of the Fourth Elder, a woman with outstanding appearance and cold personality.
Cultivation, Golden Elixir Dzogchen, the leader of that generation.
In the words of his senior brother, the more challenging someone is, the more he wants to challenge him.
No, he abandoned himself and smiled playfully in front of Shangguan Li.
Lu Yun stood there, and she felt Shangguanli's eyes pass over her body and then rest on Ji Hongxi's body.
There was a small arc on the ice-like face.
Lu Yun confirmed that she was right, so he was really interested in his senior brother?
"Who is Lu Yun!"
Lu Yun, who was eating a melon, was caught off guard and was hit on the top of her head by a melon.
Lu Yun followed the sound and saw that the guests had arrived on the mountain road.
The person shouting was a man. Lu Yun looked at the man's butterfly-like clothes and guessed the man's identity.
Disciple of Lishuijian.
"I am."
When Lu Yun walked out, she saw the man ducking beside her and holding her down with one hand.
All the momentum from the Golden Core stage was released, forcing some of the surrounding disciples to retreat.
Seeing this, the visitor sneered, his eyes slightly contemptuous, which meant: "That's it?"
Many disciples were so stimulated by this look that they stood firm and refused to leave.
There were many disciples gathered today. Some retreated, while others broke through the obstacles and walked step by step to Lu Yun.
The first one to come was Feng Yuyao.
She stood next to Lu Yun, staring at him with cold eyes. She didn't say anything, but she was confronting him with her outward aura.
Then, Song Xiao, Liu Ru...
One by one, people whose names Lu Yun remembered stood up. They came with passion under the threat of the other party, and looked determined and unwilling to give in.
Behind what was supposed to be an empty space, a giant net appeared.
There are many people in the foundation building stage and even in the Qi refining stage.
The disciples of the Hidden Sword Sect are like swords. No matter what kind of sword intention they practice in daily life, the sword intention in everyone reaches a resonance here.
The sword intentions intertwined and collided, and finally merged together, and the sound of the sword suddenly sounded.
The high-spirited buzzing sound echoed over the Hidden Sword Sect, attracting the attention of many people.
The clouds and mist broke, and when we looked up, many people took a breath.
A fuzzy giant sword formed in the sky. If you look closely at the sword body, you will find that it is composed of the swords of many disciples.
This giant sword has a tip made of Han Jiangxue, a hilt made of Wu Huo, and a needle at the back of the tail hidden in the most inconspicuous place in the middle, yet no one dares to underestimate it.
The disciple is single-minded and condenses the sword with his sword. This sword can kill people.
The guests' expressions became astonished.
You know, the people targeted were the disciples of the Golden Core Stage, and the people who responded were all the juniors of the Hidden Sword Sect.
Led by Ji Hongxi, the disciples of the previous generation seemed indifferent, but if you look carefully, their sword intent wandered around the giant sword and could blend in at any time.
"I'm Lu Yun." Lu Yun repeated, and she took a step forward. The step was slow but fell steadily.
"I wonder if senior brother has any advice?"
The girl scolded her with a cold voice and a slight smile on her face, but her eyes were full of coldness.
The sharp sword intent on Lu Yun's body was like a taut bowstring, ready to strike a shocking strike at any time.
"I don't know what senior brother has to say!"
Someone was repeating Lu Yun's words, and the sound spread like a wave, reaching the ears, deafening.
Behind Lu Yun, the disciples raised their heads with firm eyes.
They may be weak or timid, but behind them is the sect, and with the name of the Hidden Sword Sect, they must not fall. They subconsciously follow the figure upright as bamboo in the front, and use their will to focus their swords.
Small waves joined in, and in the blink of an eye the waves turned into huge waves.
A single spark can start a prairie fire. In this vast fire, swords are like martyrs, carrying an indomitable momentum.
No one said anything, but everyone understood.
Those disciples are responding to the challenge.
If you want to fight, come and fight. If you have a sword, you can fight.
The sword is falling.
The disciple locked by this sword was as white as paper, as if he had seen a ghost.
The sharp sword intent pierced his body, causing his arms to tremble with pain. A huge force was on top of his head, and he could not move forward an inch.
What he faced was not a human being, but a pure and unsullied sword. The power of the sword was overwhelming and unstoppable.
He suddenly let go of the hand that was pressing on Lu Yun and retreated, panic appearing on his face.
Facing Lu Yun, who was supposed to be weak when he was far away from her, he shifted his gaze, wanting to avoid the sharp edge temporarily.
It was this weak step of retreat that completely disqualified him from facing Lu Yun.
"hehe!"
I don't know where the laughter came from.
It's so ridiculous that a person who wants to show off his power on her territory ends up being taught a lesson by a group of little guys who are not as good as him.
Laughter swept through, Lu Yun also laughed, his back slowed down, and the sword condensed by many disciples slowly dissipated.
At this moment, no one dared to underestimate Lu Yun or the Hidden Sword Sect.
Receiving many admiring glances, Lu Yun lowered her eyes like an old monk in meditation.
She was in the limelight again. She was wondering if she should run away. She was afraid of too many people.
"Everyone, please come this way."
Shangguan Li's voice sounded, as cold as ice, and the reception was handed over to Shangguan Li.
In the following days, there were more and more people from the Hidden Sword Sect.
Even on the Wentian Peak, which had always been quiet, there were more people who came to visit Yuntian on orders from their master.
She had no time to hide, and there was no progress in her practice for the time being, so she simply wandered around the town at the foot of the mountain.
All the nine major sects came, and even the Holy Land, where no one visited all year round, came, and it was a Holy Son.
In the teahouse, Lu Yun listened to these words, propped up her chin and looked at all the living beings below.
The birth of the Holy Son shows that things in this world are really bad.
Lu Yun had some impression of the Holy Son.
In the original text, there are many beautiful men around Feng Yuyao, most of whom are interested in Feng Yuyao, but this holy son’s holy heart has never wavered.
The two have a pure friendship, and at this moment, Lu Yun is witnessing this friendship.
