Five days later.
Southern Xinjiang Shenzhou, Luoying City.
In early spring, the bustling Luoying City is bustling with activity.
Carriages of all sizes passed quickly through the city gate, and the cries of various goods were loud in the streets and alleys. Sellers could be seen everywhere busy with poles on their shoulders.
At this time, an elegant and refined scholar walked into the city gate and walked towards the core area of the city center.
He has a tall and thin figure, a clear face, and is dressed in a blue robe. He stands with one hand behind his back. He exudes an elegant and indifferent air, without any sharp edge of swordsmanship.
Bo Qing...or Kendo Hongyuan!
"Tap..."
Hong Yuan walked slowly on the blue stone avenue with a calm expression. No one could tell that he had experienced many battles and killed many martial saints a few days ago.
While he was integrating into the life in the world of mortals, he was looking back at the differences between himself and the past.
The first one, and the most obvious one, is that his sword body has been upgraded from a sixth-order saint to a seventh-order saint in one fell swoop, and his strength has undergone an earth-shaking change.
The sixth-order saint and the seventh-order saint are far from being comparable, not only because of the difference in strength, but also because of their status.
The seventh-level saint can also be ranked among the major forces and is the backbone. He can be regarded as a figure in the Five Divine Continents and the Endless Sea!
Previously, perhaps some people in the Ji clan would have had problems with Hong Yuan because he was only a sixth-level saint, thinking that he was not worthy of the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint.
But when he became a seventh-level saint, especially after he shined brightly in this battle, anyone who saw him and the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint would call him a talented man and a beautiful woman. And this is one of the reasons why Hong Yuan needs the sword to break through the seventh-level saint quickly!
The second one is the transformation of the origin of Tianhe Paradise's Immortal Aperture. From producing Qingti Immortal Yuan to producing a higher level Red Date Immortal Yuan.
Using the Red Date Immortal Yuan to activate magical powers and sacred artifacts is dozens of times more powerful than using Qingti Immortal Yuan to activate magical powers and sacred artifacts. And this is also an important factor that makes it difficult for saints to challenge each other.
And with the transformation of the origin of the Tianhe Paradise Immortal Aperture, the time flow rate has jumped from the original 1:70 to 1:150.
Although it is not as good as 1:600 after the transformation of the Destiny Demon Realm, it is still quite rare.
…
All kinds of thoughts quickly flowed through Hong Yuan's heart and were summarized.
After a while, he compared the sword body with the demon body, and instilled their data into the "Dream Meditation Battle" space to control them to fight.
Miserable failure!
The sword body was violently beaten by the demon body, but it only lasted for a quarter of an hour.
Everything was fine at first, especially after the sword body used "Reverse Current River Protective Canmeng Robe" and "Five-Finger Fist Dream Sword", it once suppressed the demon body and hit him.
But once the demon body activates the fairy cave, the situation of the battle is reversed in an instant!
"The gap is a bit big."
"The identity of Tianming is a big reason, but the sword body has not found its own way, which is also a big problem."
Hong Yuan lowered his eyes, divine light flickering in them.
He walked through the crowd and through the streets with ease, heading towards the inner city of the Ji clan step by step.
Compared with the sword body and the demon body, Hong Yuan spent more energy on the demon body. He knew very well that the demon body was the foundation of the great road. The sword body is just a way to protect the Tao.
Therefore, for the exploration between the two, the demon body is much deeper!
The rapid progress of the sword body during this period is only due to the fact that the main body needs to become a saint.
Therefore, the sword body was far inferior to the demon body, so Hong Yuan did not feel anything wrong.
Right now, the sword body is also facing a crisis: Shouyuan!
"Oh, I really didn't expect that it was the Great Sage Fengxi who attacked me that day."
"Isn't the flood flooding the Dragon King Temple? It's really helpless..."
Hong Yuan sighed softly and looked inside at the dying Qingyuan Baolian in the blessed land.
That day, in order to save his life, he desperately activated the "Devil Disintegration" on the sword, and briefly reached the level of an eighth-level saint.
But the only thing connected with the body's longevity is the demon body, and the sword body recklessly activates the "disintegration of the demon", which suddenly leaves a big problem.
There are still about a hundred years left in the sword's lifespan, and the Qingyuan Baolian is almost exhausted.
If he wants to make up for the longevity of the sword body, he must first rescue Qingyuan Baolian.
Just when Hong Yuan was thinking a lot, the inner city of the Ji clan arrived.
At this moment, the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, who was teaching Hua Menghuang the swordsmanship in the Colorful Butterfly Garden, felt something in his heart and suddenly raised his head.
…
The sun is shining brightly and the spring breeze brings coolness. The flowers are blooming and their fragrance is overflowing.
In the Butterfly Garden, there are streaks of purple energy flickering, white mist surging around the edge of the formation, and occasionally a red glow passing by.
In the expectant eyes of Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, a figure loomed in the thick white mist and walked out slowly.
Close.
The figure got closer and closer.
Bang bang, bang bang.
A strange pounding heartbeat sounded. Butterfly Sword Martial Saint put down the white jade book in his hand, stood up quickly, and stared blankly at the thick white mist, staring at the figure that haunted her.
Finally, the fog cleared, and Hong Yuan's handsome face appeared.
"Rimin, I'll be back..."
Before Hong Yuan finished speaking, Butterfly Sword Martial Saint swooped towards him, hugging Hong Yuan tightly like a baby swallow returning to its nest.
Feeling the fragrance of the beauty in his arms, Hong Yuan stopped talking and gently stroked Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's hair with a gentle look on his face.
rear.
Hua Menghuang, who was as graceful as a fairy in the bright moon, looked at his two masters hugging each other, quarreling with each other, and quickly covered his face with both hands.
But her fingers were not closed together, and through the gap, she could clearly see the postures of the two masters.
"Hey... didn't the second master just leave for nearly half a month? Why is the master so nervous?"
"Is it possible that something big happened to the second master? But why didn't the master tell me? I don't understand."
Hua Menghuang's face turned red. Bingxue was smart and she quickly figured out the joint.
But as long as the two masters don't mention it, she won't take the initiative to mention it. She believed that if she should know, the two masters would tell her.
Just looking at the two masters hugging each other in front of him, Hua Menghuang smiled inexplicably.
ahead.
Flowers are blooming and the fragrance is overflowing.
The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, who is tall, has a beautiful face, and has a colorful butterfly sword across her waist. To outsiders, she looks like a high-ranking snow lotus. She can only be viewed from a distance, but not up close.
But now, she was lying extremely docilely on Hong Yuan's chest, with a shy look on her face.
She exhaled like blue and said in a warm and soft voice: "Qing Lang, what are your plans for the future?"
As she spoke, she looked at Hong Yuan with watery autumn eyes.
Thumb thump——
Hong Yuan's heart felt inexplicably soft.
Feeling these changes, he instantly woke up from this gentle land, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he was quite shocked inside.
He is not a junior brother. Whether he was incarnation as "Han Jiuming" or "Ye Gufan", he had met beauties such as Kun Rong, Han Kui and Ye Xiner, and he devoted all his efforts to maintain their relationship. Those feelings.
However, there had never been a moment when he felt the throbbing so intense! ! !
"Without a woman in my heart, I draw my sword to the God of Nature."
"It's bad, am I really moved? Don't act it out for yourself."
"My roots are Hong Yuan, not Bo Qing!!!"
Hong Yuan took a deep breath of air and felt his scalp numb.
At this moment, he actually felt that the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint was more troublesome than the Great Sage Fengxi.
Although all kinds of thoughts were rolling through his heart, the expression on Hong Yuan's face remained unchanged. He said softly:
"I have repaid the kindness shown to me by the Daxuan Dynasty, and I have a clear conscience. From now on, we will live our lives well."
"Right now, we should prepare for the opening ceremony in September. Even if Meng Huang cannot win the first place, we cannot let her fall out of the top three."
…
…
The tenth day of April.
The Southern Xinjiang Divine Continent suddenly became lively, especially the Ji clan.
This is because the eighth generation ancestor of the Ji clan is celebrating his 5,000th birthday and has invited all the major monks in southern Xinjiang!
Jian Shen Hong Yuan, who lives in Luo Ying City, also received such an invitation letter, and he was among the first batch, so he attached great importance to it.
Originally, Hong Yuan didn't want to attend in person, he just wanted to get a gift.
But the Ji clan valued him so much that he was too embarrassed to refuse.
To a certain extent, his impressive achievements in the Sea of Clouds Battlefield in the Eastern Wilderness Continent have not been ignored.
"Qinglang, do you think this blue palace dress is suitable for me to wear?"
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint was wearing a beautiful dress and turned around gently in front of Hong Yuan. She looked good in an instant.
She blinked her bright eyes and asked Hong Yuan.
"It's beautiful. Li Min is the most beautiful." Hong Yuan nodded with a smile.
But Butterfly Sword Martial Saint stood there thinking for a moment, and then continued to choose a dress.
After a while, she wore a purple skirt and asked Hong Yuan if she looked good. Hong Yuan still nodded patiently.
However, Butterfly Sword Martial Saint still continued to choose dresses...
The inner city of the Ji clan.
The inner city is very vast and has various terrains.
There are purple bamboo forests, lakes and magnificent palaces.
now.
On the shore of a beautiful lake, the scenery is picturesque, with weeping willows like smoke, sacred trees, brilliant flowers, petals like rain, and fragrance.
Several young saints of the Ji tribe were walking here and talking to each other.
"Sister Qingshang, will Jiang Yi also attend this grand banquet of our ancestors? He is just a useless son-in-law, and he has delayed Sister Qingying's future for nothing!"
"That's right. Originally, Sister Qingying could be called Shuangfeng together with Sister Limin, but because of this useless Jiang Yi, Sister Qingying's reputation plummeted, and she even stopped at the level of a sixth-level martial saint. It's really I'm furious."
"Oh, I can only say that Sister Qingying was harmed by Uncle Zhong. How old is she? And she is still married to her on the fingertips."
"It would be great if Sister Qingying broke off the engagement. However, this is also Jiang Yi's problem. Why can't he, a mere warrior, not know how to advance and retreat?"
"Stop talking. The more you talk, the angrier you get. If Jiang Yi was half as good as Bo Qing, I wouldn't be so angry!"
Ji Qingshang couldn't help but clenched his fists as he listened to the words of his partner beside him.
Especially after hearing the comparison between Bo Qing and Jiang Yi, the anger in her heart became even stronger.
In her opinion, if her sister Qingying is not involved by Jiang Yi, then even if she cannot catch up with the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, she will not fall too far behind.
Not long after, a handsome and mighty man came towards them.
This person's name is Ye Zhihai, he is the direct son of the Ye clan of the four major families in southern Xinjiang, and he is a seventh-level martial saint.
His entire body was filled with thunderous radiance, and his hair was all sparkling, intimidating his peers in southern Xinjiang, like the sun was shining brightly in the sky.
The most important thing is that he has a bad relationship with Hua Qingying!
"Sister Qingshang..." Martial Saint Zhihai looked at her with a smile on her face, which made people feel like spring breeze.
When Ji Qingshang looked at Zhihai Martial Saint, his resentment towards Jiang Yi became even deeper.
Now the ancestor's birthday banquet is not a stage for their younger generation to compete?
Once her sister Qingying lags behind again, let alone catching up with the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, she may be surpassed by the younger generation.
And all of this was caused by Jiang Yi, a useless son-in-law.
"Damn Jiang Yi, not only is it a drag on Sister Qingying's practice, but he is also a waste. It really pisses me off!!!"
…
That night.
The fifth thousand birthday celebration for the eighth generation ancestor of the Ji clan has begun. Luoying City is extremely lively. Heroes from all walks of life come to visit and heroes gather together.
Five thousand years old, not to mention it is extremely rare among the human race. Even among the demon clan, he is an extremely rare old man with a long life.
This is a true quasi-emperor old antique, the heritage of the human race!
"Fifth thousand birthday, haha..." Hong Yuan smiled slightly.
At the end of the sea of clouds, palaces and palaces rise, and there are also jade towers floating in the sky, just like a fairyland.
One after another, great cultivators came by boat and became famous. This reminded Hong Yuan of attending the meeting in the legendary Yaochi.
"The Western Desert Tribulation Divine Monk is visiting."
"The Thunder God of the Southern Border Ye Clan will arrive."
"The Black Gold King of the Beiyuan Gold Family has arrived."
…
Big shots appeared one after another, the scene was huge, and all kinds of divine chariots were shimmering with glow.
Even the ferocious wild beasts that pull the cart are descendants of dragons, dragons, and phoenix birds, which is very extraordinary.
The juniors of the Ji clan all raised their heads and looked up, following the martial arts examples on their way to practice, and verifying their own Tao and Dharma.
Gradually, when the name of Hongyuan Sword was heard, the juniors of the Ji clan became noisy.
"The Lord Jiaojian of Donghuang Academy has arrived!"
Hong Yuan wore a blue robe and stepped on a water-blue stegosaurus, appearing calmly.
Although his appearance was extremely gentle, the juniors of the Ji clan couldn't help themselves, and all of them were extremely excited.
Because they know what kind of horrific achievements this water blue sword dragon has caused in the sea of clouds battlefield, and how many saints have been hated by them.
"It's unbelievable. Is that Senior Bo Qing? Isn't it rumored that he is in seclusion to recuperate? I didn't expect that he looks full of energy now." The junior Yuki clan exclaimed.
"This is how I, a swordsman, should be. I must, absolutely, must. One day, I will also be famous across the five continents!" A swordsman held the sword in his hand tightly, with ups and downs in his heart.
"Oh, comparing people to each other is so irritating. This guy Jiang Yi, why do you have the nerve to be so calm? Can't you learn from Bo Qing? You are so shameless!" Ji Qingshang glanced at Jiang Yi behind him, Teeth itching with anger.
At this moment, Jiang Yi, the famous good-for-nothing son-in-law of the Ji clan, was picking up a fairy fruit in the corner and eating it, looking at Hong Yuan's sword with solemn eyes.
As for the cold looks beside him, he didn't care at all, he only saw Hong Yuan's sword.
"A lotus in the eternal blue sky..."
"The seventh-level body fights the eighth-level overhaul..."
"You are worthy of being the master of Dream Seed. Come to think of it, you are the protector of the Tao!"
Jiang Yi took a bite of the pulp, and the clarity in his eyes instantly dissipated, returning to a look of dementia.
After Hong Yuan entered the hall, he felt something in his heart and glanced in Jiang Yi's direction.
"Good-for-nothing son-in-law? I knew this five thousand birthday banquet would not be that simple, tsk tsk." Hong Yuan laughed in his heart, "I'm afraid it's some old monster who rebuilt it."
But soon, Hong Yuan put away his gaze and stopped paying attention.
No matter how strong he is, can he be as strong as his immortal martial arts?
As long as you don't block the road to eternal life, Hong Yuan said you love whatever you want.
(End of chapter)
