If Ling Feng wanted to obtain the Canglang Sword Code, he should refuse this marriage offer.
But if you refuse the marriage, you will inevitably break away from the court. Now, the Netherworld Palace has not been eliminated, and he does not want to lose the help of the imperial court. And from an emotional point of view, Liu Xueyan was the first woman he got to know. Although she was a bit temperamental, she was quite nice and liked herself. She even asked her master, Fairy Miaoyu, to help her several times. Ling Feng had no objection to marrying her.
Therefore, Ling Feng said: "Senior Brother Shen, just tell me that I am in seclusion to condense my true energy and it is not appropriate to leave. You have to go to the trouble of accepting the imperial edict for me."
The main reason why he did not accept the order in person was to delay the wedding and leave room for him.
Shen You looked a little stunned. He didn't expect Ling Feng to be willing to give up the competition for the candidate for the head position. But he felt that Ling Feng was an unparalleled talent that only appeared in hundreds of years. If he took over the position of leader, he would very likely revitalize the Canglang Sword Sect! Therefore, he couldn't help but persuade: "Junior brother, do you really want to stop thinking about it? With your martial arts talent, it is impossible for several senior brothers to compete with you."
"I only seek martial arts, and power is like a floating cloud to me."
Ling Feng smiled and said, it's not that he doesn't like power, but in this world martial arts is supreme. If he can become a strong martial artist, both good and evil and the imperial court will have to bow down. Why should he abandon the fundamentals and pursue the inferiors? As for the Canglang Sword Code, even if the sect does not pass it on, he can redeem it from the system in the future.
After hearing this, Shen You could only sigh: "It's up to you!"
A quarter of an hour later, the main hall of Taicang Peak.
After listening to Shen You's summons, the imperial envoy Gao Hong knew that Ling Feng wanted to delay the wedding, but he was not angry. Although he did not accept the order in person, as long as he was willing, it meant that Ling Feng still loved the court. Moreover, it takes a long time to condense the true energy, and this is indeed not the time to get married.
Not long after the imperial envoy Gao Hong and his party left, Ling Feng suddenly came to Taicang Peak and asked to see the master, Taicang Zhenren.
In the back hall, Master Taicang said: "Are you here because of the marriage?"
Ling Feng nodded and said: "That's right, master master. In addition, I also want to ask the master master to teach you the follow-up skills of Canglang Ten Thousand Swords."
He had already reached the seventh level of the Canglang Ten Thousand Swords Diagram before, but because he had no follow-up skills, he had not broken through to the eighth level. At this time, he knew how useful the power of the soul was in condensing true energy. Naturally, he wanted to seek a breakthrough and increase the speed of condensing his true energy.
Master Tai Cang was slightly surprised. He did not expect that Ling Feng's soul cultivation had reached the seventh level of perfection. However, he then thought, if he didn't have this kind of soul cultivation, it would be impossible to kill Ye Tianya, the demon general! Ling Feng has already redeemed the Canglang Ten Thousand Swords Map. As long as he reaches the realm of cultivation, he can naturally learn the next level of skills without spending additional contribution points to redeem. Therefore, he used his soul to pass on his skills and passed on the subsequent skills to Ling Feng.
Ling Feng closed his eyes, meditated on the technique, and digested and understood it bit by bit.
After a while, Ling Feng opened his eyes and temporarily remembered the technique.
At this time, Taicang Zhenren said: "Master Nephew Lin, don't worry about the marriage. The matter between you and Liu Xueyan is still finalized, and you are still qualified to be the candidate for the head."
Ling Feng did not think about this, but asked: "Uncle Master, how is the war in the north?"
Although he has great confidence in Master Yuancang, he is still a little worried. Even the seven weaker tribes of the Southern Barbarians have half-step Martial King warriors, and it is impossible for the Canglang Tribe to be without them.
Taicang Zhenren smiled and said: "The situation is very good. Thanks to you for ending the war in the Southern Wilderness ahead of schedule, the imperial court has sent many experts to the north. It won't be long before the Canglang tribe is defeated."
Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good!"
Immediately, Ling Feng said goodbye to Master Taicang and returned to Tianyuan Peak to practice the Canglang Ten Thousand Swords.
Not long after, the system prompt sounded: "Congratulations to the player, Canglang Ten Thousand Swords broke through level 8: 1/640000, and the soul attribute increased by 30 points."
At this time, Ling Feng's soul attribute reached 641 points. The eighth level is the realm of sword souls, which requires the fusion of seven souls to improve.
The seven souls are located at the seven energy nodes of the human body. They are very weak at first and need to be nourished by Qi and blood before they can be condensed and formed, and then they can be integrated.
However, Ling Feng did not immediately start cultivating the seven souls. His top priority was to condense the true essence. Although his speed of condensing true energy is much faster than that of ordinary half-step martial arts, it will take a long time to condensate twelve times, so he needs to hurry up.
Therefore, he continued to practice the Nine Transformations of Condensation, compressing and condensing the true essence.
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At this time, there is the northern grassland, the capital city, and the Qianyuan Palace.
A Canglang guard came in, clasped his fists and said: "Great Khan, the commander-in-chief has sent an urgent report. The Chu army suddenly attacked. The Chahar Grassland has fallen. The commander-in-chief has led the army to retreat thirty miles to garrison."
Yuan Zhengnan's complexion suddenly changed. If the Chahar Grassland failed, there would no longer be natural dangers in the desert and Gobi. The Chu army could march straight in and hit the capital city. At this time, the situation has reached an extremely dangerous situation. He was silent for a moment and said: "Go to the temple to invite the high priest!"
The high priest is the top expert of the Canglang tribe. At this time, the Underworld King's undead army is still fighting the decisive battle with the Barbarian Bear tribe, and only he can save the Canglang tribe.
Half an hour later, a middle-aged man wearing a white priest's robe walked into the Qianyuan Palace, cupped his hands and said, "I've seen the Great Khan!"
The Canglang Temple has a transcendent status, and many powerful martial artists come from the temple. Therefore, the high priest has a distinguished status, and his status can be said to be not lower than that of the Great Khan. He can only salute with his hands.
Yuan Zhengnan said: "There is no need for the high priest to be polite, please sit down quickly!"
The high priest was not polite. He sat down with a calm expression and said, "If you have anything to say, Great Khan, please tell me."
"Now that the Chu army has broken through to the Chahar Grassland, the next line of defense cannot stop the Chu army for long. Please ask the high priest to personally help!"
Yuan Zhengnan said with a sincere expression. He really had no choice but to mobilize all the troops he could, including almost all the powerful warriors from the Canglang tribe. But the Canglang tribe's background is far inferior to that of Dachu, and the number of powerful people in the Wuzong is quite different. Even though they had the advantage in strength, they were forced to retreat step by step.
The high priest was silent for a moment and said: "Okay!"
Although the temple is transcendent, it is based on the Canglang tribe. At this critical moment, he must take action.
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A moment later, Chahar Grassland.
The grassland was littered with corpses and rivers of blood. Chu soldiers dressed in black were cleaning the battlefield and collecting weapons, armor and other trophies.
Then the corpses are disposed of. The corpses of our own soldiers are buried on the spot, and the corpses of the generals are sent back. And all the corpses of the enemy soldiers were piled up and prepared to be burned to avoid the plague.
Not far away, a woman in black armor looked at the mountains of corpses with a complicated expression. Although it was not the first time for her to see so many dead people, she still felt a little heavy. On this battlefield, human life is of the least value, and the war is far more cruel and bloody than the battles she has experienced before.
Next to him, a middle-aged man in black armor came up and said, "Junior sister Ye, don't think too much, master asked us to gather at the camp!"
Ye Xiuyun turned around and saw Zhou Zhijie, nodded, and left with him.
After a while, the two came to a large camp.
At this time, dozens of inner sect and true disciples of the Canglang Sword Sect stood together, while the three peak masters Yuancang, Xuancang and Hancang sat in front of them.
At this time, Master Yuancang said: "Your training has been completed. Junior Brother Hancang will lead you back to the master."
Ye Xiuyun asked: "Master, isn't the battle over yet? Why are we allowed to go back?"
Master Xuancang said coldly: "What follows will be a decisive battle between Da Chu and the Canglang tribe. It is very dangerous and not something you juniors can participate in!"
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