"Is there still a chance for a comeback?" Monk Bua thought in his mind, "With the character of the country's leader Ning Guyu, there will definitely be his people in the square. The reversal of the strength of the Sword Academy and the Academy in the Five Academy Competition, this It was revealed in front of everyone.”
"This alone is a failure in doing things!"
A little cold sweat broke out on Monk Bua's forehead.
Ning Guyu has never had a good impression of people who are unfavorable in doing things. As the leader of the country, he can tolerate others who fail to perform well on the surface, but he cannot tolerate incompetent people.
Monk Bua frowned, and there was a jade slip in his right hand hidden in his sleeve.
Activate the jade slip, and a message pre-stored in the jade slip is sent out.
"The Sword Academy is about to encounter a catastrophe."
This jade slip can summon the foundation of the Sword Academy, the three teachers of Monk Bua - the Taoist sword, the Buddhist sword, and the Confucian sword.
In the distant Tianyuan Prefecture, a white-haired old man wearing a Taoist robe looked up at the sky.
"Future generations will have their own misfortunes and blessings. I am on my way to find the right path and will not go back."
Off the coast of Qingmingzhou, on an island shrouded in clouds and smoke all year round, men hold swords as pens and use vegetation and mountains as rice paper, sometimes writing words and sometimes sketching pictures.
"When the Sword Academy is in trouble, I should be there, but that was the Sword Academy two hundred years ago. The current Sword Academy is your Sword Academy, what does it have to do with me?"
After the man spoke, he used his sword as a pen again. Suddenly, he frowned and felt a little uncomfortable.
Shaking his head, he said: "That's all. Don't remember the grudges of the past to future generations."
The man put the sword in front of his chest and concentrated his energy. After a moment, he swung the sword messily, like a writer swiping his brush and ink.
A sword energy scroll depicts the scene of the Sword Academy two hundred years ago, and then floats into the sky, flying towards Xuanwen Sword Academy.
Xuanwenjianyuan back mountain, cave.
A skinny, bald boy wearing a cassock, with a sword across his knees.
He slowly opened his eyes and closed them again.
"Clumsy!" Hong Da's ancient voice echoed in the cave.
The jade slip in Monk Bua's hand shook, and the anxiety in his heart eased a little.
As long as the teacher is still there, the Sword Academy is safe.
In the sky, the imitation version of the map of the wild world appeared in ink color, slowly becoming real.
The secret scene appears!
The first thing they looked for was where Lin Ming was.
However, there was a divine inscription with the word "quiet" on Lin Ming's body that shielded the heavenly secrets, making it impossible to locate him for a moment.
Monk Bua tried for a long time, but there was no response.
People around him looked at him with blank eyes. He felt uncomfortable and simply closed his eyes.
Wisps of energy stirred up in his body.
It looks like he is sitting on the chair calmly, but in fact, his aura is connected in a thread, and he is constantly looking for it through the replica version of the map of the wild world.
After a quarter of an hour, there was no result.
People around were talking a lot.
“Can’t find anyone with this picture? It’s indeed a fake version, and it’s too low-grade.”
"Xuanwen Sword Academy should not have let Xuanwen Sword Academy host this competition of five academies. It was really not done well, and it was a joke to the people of Jing and Bian."
"Hey, no wonder the Academy has been unwilling to integrate into the Sword Academy for so many years. Senior Li Jingtao is very old, so he probably doesn't like their Xuanwen Sword Academy and never thinks that the Sword Academy is authentic."
"After this time, I also think that the Sword Academy is not good enough."
Monk Bua's face became even more ugly.
At the same time, within the secret realm, Lin Ming and others walked out of the sky and left Yafeng Mountain.
Arriving at the foot of the mountain, Lin Ming frowned when he saw patches of blood.
"There's something wrong with these bloodstains. There's a stronger smell of blood wafting from a distance."
"Perhaps it was left behind when the three people from Xuanwen Sword Academy escaped." Long Zhan pointed to the place where the smell was strongest.
"Most of the Sword Academy's manpower stayed behind to intercept the three of them?"
"It doesn't look like it. The blood spattered irregularly and was quite messy. It didn't look like a knife slashing, but rather like claws and fangs tearing apart a person's body."
"Perhaps he encountered a ferocious beast in the secret realm." Lin Ming turned his head and looked at Yu Qianqian and the little monkey.
The two showed off their cuteness at the same time, one smiled sweetly and the other scratched his chest.
Lin Ming shook his head and looked away.
At this time, a messenger flying sword quickly shuttled over.
It hovered in front of Lin Ming, and a familiar voice floated out:
"The academy is in trouble, follow Feijian and come quickly."
Lin Ming's ears twitched slightly.
The little guy raised his paw, "This is the voice of Sister Wu Sheng."
"Something's wrong. If it were just her, she wouldn't say that the academy is in trouble." Lin Ming frowned, "There must be some change that we don't know about."
"What is the approximate cultivation level of the person who sent you the message?" Long Zhan asked.
"Is there any problem in the late stage of Miaowu Realm and its peak?"
"It's okay. Knowing my cultivation level, I can help calculate the distance. The range of the message to the Flying Sword Master is limited. If you listen to her wishes and make sure to go back and forth, then you can basically lock it within ten miles."
For a warrior in the Body Forging Realm, ten miles, even a mountain road, is not too far.
The messenger flying sword floated and sank, glowing faintly, as if urging Lin Ming.
At this moment, the second flying sword of communication appeared, speeding from the far sky, mixed with the sharp sword energy, and directly destroyed the first flying sword of communication.
"Quick! Crush the jade token and escape from the secret realm."
It was also Zhao Wusheng's voice, but the contents were completely different. Lin Ming was even more confused.
Long Zhan remained silent and looked at Lin Ming.
The little guy, the little monkey, and Yu Qianqian no longer talk too much.
Lin Ming pondered for a moment and pointed to the place where the first communication flying sword came from.
"There must be something going on, we'd better take a look."
After a pause, Lin Ming turned to look at Long Zhan, "If something unexpected happens soon, you will be the first to crush the jade token, and then save your own life and go out to deliver the news."
Long Zhan shook his head and said: "No..."
Lin Ming raised his hand and interrupted: "You have to do it even if it doesn't work. You were poisoned and your abdomen was injured. You haven't fully recovered yet. You are the only wounded soldier here."
"I..." Long Zhan was speechless, hesitated for two seconds, and nodded.
The group of people ran quickly and almost reached ten miles away.
What you see upon entering is quite strange - among the dense mountains and forests, a deserted land with a radius of more than ten feet is particularly eye-catching.
Among them, the plants were withered and yellow, the ground was scorched black, and scattered blue flames were burning.
"The summons Feijian came from here, but there is no trace of anyone here."
Lin Ming closed his eyes, and the word "Guan" appeared between his eyebrows.
Within a radius of 50 feet, no slightest movement or detail could be hidden from his mind.
After a while, Lin Ming opened his eyes and frowned, "There was no aura left, and no clues were found."
"What exactly did Sister Sheng find?" Lin Ming bent his right index finger and pressed the knuckle against his chin, "Are the others with her?"
At this time, the little guy was curious and waved his paw to attract water to extinguish the blue flames.
There was a moment of silence, and an illusory ghost head with three eyes emerged from the scorched black marks on the ground.
"Ah!!!" The little guy was startled and pulled Lin Ming's shoulders.
At this time, it recognized Guitou, the culprit who destroyed its hometown——
Three-eyed clan!
The little guy was so frightened that he flew behind Lin Ming's neck. He trembled and murmured: "The three-eyed devil..."
