Qingmingfeng
Hanging upside down on the main hall of the mountain
At this moment, a large number of monks have gathered. When Wei Han and Zhong Yushan stepped here, their eyes and consciousness swept over them vaguely.
Even throughout the Zixiao Holy Land, there are many tyrannical consciousnesses watching from a distance.
Obviously, Wei Han's level of talent, even in a holy land where geniuses are inferior to dogs, is enough to amaze the world and attract people's attention. There are many people who come to watch.
There are thousands of mountain caves within the sect!
However, the people who can set foot on these 365 upside-down mountains are all rich or noble people with strong cultivation base. If you let anyone out, they will be the top cultivators of the major sects who must be careful to serve.
So many eyes are staring at me!
At this moment, Wei Han only felt like a light on his back. He tried his best to keep calm and looked silently at the two masters sitting in the hall.
They are respectively a middle-aged man and a beautiful mature woman.
The two of them just sat on the throne in the main hall, exuding a terrifying aura, as if the surrounding void could not bear their aura and was constantly collapsing and fluctuating.
"this?"
Wei Han's pupils suddenly shrank, and a trace of surprise flashed in his heart.
The two of them should be the mysterious ancestors of Qingming Peak, beings above the legendary Yuanying who are so powerful that they reach the heavens and the earth.
But who can tell him why, the beautiful mature woman in front of him looks exactly like Chen Qingdai!
For a moment, Wei Han couldn't help but think of Qingshan County, Chen's Pharmacy, and his master Pu Xingxian.
He was 100% sure that this master looked the same as Chen Qingdai. Immortal cultivators could almost never forget each other's appearance. He could easily recall the other person's appearance even in ten thousand years. It was as if the two of them were carved out of the same mold. of.
If it weren't for their different temperaments, he would have thought he was seeing an acquaintance.
"What?" The beautiful mature woman chuckled and raised her lips, and said in a seductive voice: "Do you know me?"
"Don't dare!" Wei Han quickly bowed his hands and said sincerely: "Senior looks very similar to the next old friend, so I was a little shocked at first sight."
Facing the inquiries from senior monks, he did not dare to lie in any way.
Now his every move is under the surveillance of the other party's consciousness. If there is any abnormality in his heartbeat or pores, it will be seen if he tells half a lie, so he is quite sincere.
"Yes!" The beautiful mature woman nodded her head in disbelief and said pleasantly: "Release your sword intent!"
"yes!"
Wei Han immediately released his fourth-grade sword intent.
As soon as the earth-shattering sword intent escaped from the hall, the turtle huddled above his head and trembled slightly, as if he had encountered some huge enemy. He could faintly feel that most of the people present had a stronger sword intent close to them.
"With such mixed sword intent, this guy really has no inheritance at all?"
"Wind, fire, thunder, ice? Hiss! How did he do it? Why are so many attributes blended together without any violation?"
"Strange, strange, what kind of sword intent is this?"
Everyone whispered in shock.
Obviously, the swordsmanship masters like Qing Mingfeng were also shocked by Wei Han's messy sword intent. They may have never seen such a messy thing in their lives.
When ordinary people practice swordsmanship, they all focus on purity!
Even if one has practiced multiple types of sword intent, one or two attributes are mostly used. After all, everyone knows that the purer the sword intent, the sharper and more powerful it is, while the more complex the sword intent, the more rubbish it becomes.
But now that they saw that Wei Han, a peerless genius, secretly added many attributes to his sword intent, they couldn't help but feel heartbroken, and they all felt as if they had lost a good talent.
"Why do you mix so many sword intentions together?" The middle-aged swordsman on the throne couldn't help but smile slightly, but his eyes were full of inquiry.
"This disciple comes from a small family and doesn't understand much about the way of sword cultivation. He just randomly found some inheritance to practice." Wei Han said with a calm face, neither humble nor arrogant: "Presumably you seniors have already found out the origin of this disciple, right?"
Everyone was speechless again when they heard this.
It is not easy for Zixiao Holy Land to check the origin of a person, so they have already obtained detailed information about Wei Han. From his origin in Danghun State to his arrival in the Sea of Ten Thousand Stars with the migration team, all the information has been clearly investigated. Clearly.
Judging from the information, this person is indeed a person with an innocent background.
The Changsheng Sect is also a vassal sect under the Holy Land. It is reasonable and reasonable that he would come to be his disciple, and there is no fault in it.
But the more this happens, the more complicated everyone’s mood becomes!
Guys from a small place are so talented, where can they put their face? Compared to Wei Han, they are simply useless!
Moreover, Wei Han had such a talent but could not be cultivated. He could only waste time in a small family and even developed such nondescript swordsmanship. How could they not feel sad and regretful?
"It's a pity, it's a pity!" The middle-aged sword cultivator looked straight and said seriously: "My Qingming Peak master Jiang Yuan, whose Taoist name is Wuwu Tianzun, majors in killing swordsmanship. Are you willing to accept me as your master?"
"Once you become a disciple, you can enter my Purple Sky Holy Land, Qingming Peak Jade Butterfly, and obtain the inheritance of my peak's top "Wuwang Divine Sword". I will also wash away the miscellaneous sword intent for you. I think it will not be difficult to rebuild it with your understanding! In less than a hundred years, you will be the next peak master of Qingming Peak, how about that?"
The middle-aged swordsman finished speaking!
The beautiful mature woman on the side raised her lips and smiled slightly, and also said: "Senior brother has already set a price, so let me give you a price too! I am Xu Suwan, with the Taoist name Wu Jue Tianzun, majoring in water and space swordsmanship. If you would like to pay my respects I am a teacher, and you can do whatever you want!"
Wei Han stared back, and after a long silence, he asked: "Two seniors, can I not re-cultivate my sword sense after becoming a disciple?"
"Don't rebuild it?"
Everyone was stunned.
Wuwu Tianzun Jiang Yuan even raised his eyebrows, showing a hint of surprise.
This guy knows that the development potential of Sword Intent is limited, but he still wants to continue?
"Wei Han, do you know that the more complex the sword intention is, the less powerful it is, and it is easy to conflict with each other, and the potential is seriously limited?" Xu Suwan couldn't help but said: "As long as you wash away the old sword intention, you can embark on a broad road. With me, Qingming Peak’s tens of thousands of foundations are enough to allow you to reach an unprecedented state, so why make such a wrong choice?”
"Other people's ways are, after all, other people's!" Wei Han was silent for a while, then said with firm eyes: "This disciple does not want to stick to the path of his predecessors, and hopes to watch the thousands of swords in the world and create his own Chaos Sword. I wonder which of the two seniors is willing to accept a disciple?"
Now everyone was dumbfounded again.
As they looked at each other, they were all speechless for a while.
"It's such a pity that such a talent can't be thought of like this!"
"Young people have never experienced setbacks, and it is inevitable for them to be a little arrogant. Isn't it bad to just be so ignorant of the sky and the earth?"
Waves of discussions started coming from all directions.
(End of chapter)
