He didn't want to be in the same sect as Ye Qinghan, who would be constantly harassed by Ye Qinghan all day long to determine the outcome.
A quiet sect like Changming Sect suits him.
Zhou Xingyun was not sure whether Ye Qinghan would remember grudges against him, but at least the elders of the Wenjian Sect should thank him. Without his deception, Ye Qinghan would definitely be from the Changming Sect.
So far, two swordsmen who became famous at a young age, one chose the Wenjian Sect and the other chose the Changming Sect when they signed up to be apprentices.
If the Wenjian sect doesn’t know it, the Changming sect will know how to do it.
Changming Sect is the only sect that has monks from all four realms. This sect does not focus on anything, but is good at everything.
The four cultivators at the stage of becoming gods were all not good at all. Seeing that they were interested in chatting, one of them used his fingertips to strangle a dozen water tribesmen with treacherous and changeable threads. His eyes were hollow and he attacked them.
"She can also control enemies?"
Xue Yu: "It seems so."
Too much trouble. All the water tribes controlled by those countless silk threads all turned around and rushed towards them. Mu Zhongxi tried to cut them off with his sword. There was a crisp collision sound, and the thin threads were like steel without any sign of damage. "No."
Not powerful enough.
Mu Chongxi had a sudden thought: "Which of you still remembers Ye Qinghan's hand gesture at that time?"
"How about using Wenjian Sect's sword techniques?" Wenjian Sect's main focus is to defeat all kinds of magic with one sword.
Mingxuan: "Forgot." He just looked for a place to hide. They couldn't stop the momentum. Moreover, there are really not many people who can copy other sect sword techniques.
Mu Chongxi regretted giving up this idea.
Seeing that this group of people had come up with the idea of using the sword tactics inherited from the Wenjian Sect, the Wenjian Sect had a very exciting look on their face. Chu Xingzhi waved his hand, "Don't they have their own sword tactics? That's too much."
"The Changming Sect's sword technique is too weak. In terms of effectiveness, the Wenjian Sect's is definitely better."
"Although Wenjian Sect is strong, in fact, Changming Sect is not bad either." Qin Huai frowned and said humanly, "They can definitely use Changming Sect's sword techniques to cut them off. I just don't know who among these three can succeed." The will of the Changming Sect Patriarch?"
Ye Qiao is definitely not.
So who is Mu Chongxi, who was born with a sword bone, or Zhou Xingyun?
The next second they knew who inherited the will of the Changming Sect Patriarch.
"Zheng——"
The sound of the sword suddenly sounded. Duan Chen slashed at the beast tide with a slash in his hand.
The sword intention of Taishang Wangqing.
At this moment, the killing intent was fierce, the huge impact pushed the person to a hundred meters, and there was blood mist everywhere he went.
What a fierce sword spirit.
"Holy shit." Mu Chongxi was dumbfounded, "Is this the sword technique of our Chang Ming Sect?"
"It's obvious." Xue Yu was also impressed. He stared at it for a few seconds, "The senior who split the good and the evil with a sword for a hundred years of peace, which sect do you think he came from?"
Mu Chongxi opened her mouth in surprise, "Is it our sect?"
Xue Yu nodded. The monks and demons have never dealt with each other. Later, the senior swordsman opened the crack with a sword, and all the demons that spawned from it were suppressed by the sword energy. This boundary was called the Demon Abyss. Since then, the demons have been quiet for nearly hundreds of years. .
It is rarely mentioned in the world of cultivation, but there are records in the library.
Qin Huai narrowed his eyes and became more motivated, "Ye Qinghan, if this sword were yours, would you be able to catch it?"
Ye Qinghan shook his head.
The Wenjian Sect of the swordsmanship lineage is the strongest, but that does not mean that the swordsmanship masters of the other sects are vegetarians.
Zhou Xingyun chopped down hundreds of monsters and demons in front of him with his sword. The dragons who were immersed in the battle were so shocked that they flicked their tails at them.
This kind of surprise is no less than that one day the person they thought was weak suddenly broke their perception.
A dragon boy asked in a low voice, "What kind of path does he practice?"
"Your Majesty, Wangqing." He said with a clear-eyed look.
"What about that one?" He pointed at Mu Zhongxi who was slashing and slashing with his sword, and everywhere he touched was filled with surging sword energy.
"Go forward indomitably...ask your heart?"
All in all, it is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
Why did they think that these descendants had good tempers in the first place? ? ?
"They are really good-tempered." Seeing the slander of his fellow tribesmen, Ao Yue lowered his eyelashes and said something fair: "I can't bear it until now."
This is also a kind of concentration. If they had come from the Wenjian Sect, Ye Qinghan's sword would have been coldly placed on their necks.
A few dragon boys and girls couldn't help but chat. It wasn't that they were discriminating. The main reason was that these people were too young. In the world of cultivation, which often takes hundreds of years to cultivate, they are like babies who haven't grown up.
If you think about the problem from the perspective of the Dragon Clan, you can never expect a group of five or six-year-old children to save the world.
"Fight Mingxuan and capture Fu Xiu first."
Both sword cultivators were difficult to deal with. Mingxuan's fu cultivator, who had no strength, was targeted again. As a mage, he couldn't fight with people in close combat. He was quickly pulled down and dragged to the ground.
The huge impact set off a wave, and Mingxuan was thrown down as the world was spinning. He looked at his surroundings, staring straight at the sword that was coming towards him, and suddenly raised his eyebrows viciously, "You are gone, I tell you."
