Liangchen suppressed his thoughts, but continued to ask casually on the surface: "What is the strength of the three people in the Golden Core Realm? What is the chance of our people winning?"
"Although the Opening Heaven Sword among the three Jindan swordsmen is at the peak of the early stage, its sword power is very powerful and is known as splitting the sky and splitting the earth. It is said that not only does it have no opponent at the same level, but it can also fight with the Jindan mid-stage sword.
Evening Wind Sword is also the best in the mid-term. Although the sword's intention is soft, it should not be underestimated. It is said that Yanyu Jian, who is in the late Jindan period, has one foot on the threshold of Yuanying. He has learned Fengyu swordsmanship, and his moves are fierce and continuous. He is the first person below Yuanying in Tianjian Mountain. "
"But among the three, the most troublesome one should be the Open Sky Sword." The master of Beifeng put down the tea bowl in his hand and frowned.
"Oh? Why is it that the most difficult person is the one with the lowest level?" Liangchen immediately added tea and asked following the words.
"My sect is good at sword formations, and also practices divine forging. It takes a lot of energy in the early stage and is always weaker than those from the east. The Open Sky Sword has a strong sword intent, so I am a little worried about his first few attacks. "The master of Beifeng explained.
"That's it." Liangchen nodded.
"In these five battles, except for the first two battles of the Golden Core stage, I am a little unsure, but I am somewhat confident in the next three battles." The master of Beifeng paused meaningfully as he spoke, and then continued: "But I have also been prepared. , the first one to fight this time is a closed disciple of me. I have given him a treasure for temporary use. Although it is a little difficult to win, it is not difficult to remain undefeated. It is not difficult to get a draw. This will be fine in the next few battles. beated!"
"The Peak Master has thought carefully! No wonder the sect leader sent me here but left everything to you to arrange. I am indeed experienced and confident. I will definitely return victorious from the East-West battle this time!" Liangchen suddenly felt something in his heart when he heard this. The opponent was Ye Kai, but there was no wave on his face and he kept praising him.
"Haha, from now on this world will not all belong to you." The master of Beifeng was praised by him, and the last trace of dissatisfaction in his heart disappeared, and he burst out laughing.
While the two were drinking tea and debating, a group of monks with swords in strange costumes were sitting in a cave somewhere in Fenlong Ridge.
The sword-wielding monks were arrayed in purple robes, and an old man sat in the middle. He was the blue-robed ancestor of the Sword Sect.
"I would like to report to the master, everyone from the east and west sects has arrived and moved into the mountains." A disciple entered the cave and bowed to report.
"Go down." Zihu Poguang waved his hand, then turned to bow to his ancestor: "Ancestor, everyone from the East and West Sword Sect has arrived."
"How are the arrangements inside?" The old man in green nodded and asked.
"Ancestor Qi, our people are already making arrangements, everything is under control, but... there is something I don't understand." Zi Hu Po Guang hesitated to speak.
"Say!" said the old man in green.
"With the help of the ancestor and the help of the demon king, it would be easy to kill these people. Why do we have to go to all the trouble to plan a murderous person with a borrowed knife? Isn't this unnecessary?" Zihu Poguang asked in confusion.
"With the strength of the few of us, it is easy to kill all these people, but if we attack rashly, if a trace of news leaks out, it will be really difficult for the two old thieves to settle their differences."
"So in order to make the subsequent plans easier, it is worth waiting one more night. After all, our magic power has not been restored, and the devil cannot be fully trusted!" The old man in green looked forward, his eyes empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
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At the same time, a hundred miles away from Fenlong Ridge, there was a faint black mist that was erratic in the night. The black mist sometimes penetrated the land and sometimes floated up, like a ghost that could not be traced.
The black mist penetrates into the ground every tens of miles, and then emerges from another place. Although its movements seem irregular, looking down from the sky, you can see that it is centered on Fenlong Ridge. A ghost head pattern with a radius of several hundred miles was drawn.
When the painting of the ghost head was completed, the lingering black mist penetrated into the ground and never appeared again. At the same time, the remaining black mist in the sky also disappeared and became empty.
And in the attic in the center of the ghost head, Liangchen, who was sipping tea, suddenly felt startled, as if something trembled in his heart.
But it only took a moment, and this feeling disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
"What's wrong?" Beifeng Peak Master seemed to feel something strange about him and asked.
"It's nothing. I just feel a little uneasy in my heart. I'm afraid I'm the first to participate in the sword sect's battle, so I'm a little worried." Liangchen sent out his spiritual thoughts to sense the surroundings but found nothing. He shook his head with a self-deprecation and answered.
"Haha, I have made arrangements for this battle. Everything is under control. Don't worry too much." The peak master of Beifeng looked at him and seemed to think of himself a long time ago.
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And thousands of miles away, an old man in red robe appeared in a mountain shrouded in clouds and mist.
He looked at the sky in front of him, where the wind was as fast as knives, the rain was like a curtain, and there was a faint flash of lightning. Then he looked at a solitary peak in the distance that reached straight to the sky. He said with some excitement:
"Wind, rain, thunder and lightning! The four-season formation of the magical sky!"
"I didn't expect this formation to be so powerful after being used for thousands of years!"
"I never thought I would see this formation again in this life!" As he said that, he took out a light yellow token. It looked like jade but not jade, or wood but not wood. The word "Qing" was engraved on it. He held it gently and held it. The wind and rain stopped for the first ten feet, and he jumped straight into the rain curtain.
As we approached the peak, we heard a loud shout: "Who is coming?"
A group of disciples guarding the mountain appeared in the wind and rain. They were secretly shocked when they saw the old man in red robe who almost broke into the mountain gate.
"Old friend of the Sword Sect! Come and see the Heavenly Man." The old man looked at a few people and said calmly.
When the leading disciple heard that he dared to call his master by his name and call himself an old friend, his expression suddenly changed. He stared at the faintly brilliance token in the old man's hand, but his heart was turned upside down.
"Didn't the Sword Sect disappear long ago?"
"Is that token Kuai Qing Ling?"
Not daring to express many questions, he bowed and asked: "Can I ask the name of the senior, so that the junior can inform me!"
"Ancestor Mieyang!" The red-robed old man replied softly.
These four words fell into the ears of several people, but they were no less than thunder in the sky!
At that time, the Sword Sect was also one of the few sects in Zhongzhou, but since the two ancestors of Yin and Yang were killed by the Sword Ancestor, and the remaining disciples fled far away like trees and hozens, why did they suddenly come back from the dead and appear in front of them!
It is said that the Dao Sect had a deep relationship with the Jintian Sect back then, so the token in his hand must be Kuai Qing Ling!
The leading disciple thought rapidly in his mind and lowered his head even lower:
"Old Ancestor, please wait a moment while I, the junior, ask the disciples to greet you!"
