How can this be?
He is a direct descendant of the Kunlun Taoist sect, and his cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul Great Perfection. Unexpectedly, he could not detect this person's energy. The middle-aged Taoist frowned slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his heart.
At this moment, Su Ming drank the tea and said, "Why are you looking for me?" His voice was unhurried, gentle and peaceful, but it contained an unspeakable domineering tone.
At the same time, the tension between the two people disappeared like snow, the surrounding space was restored, and the fish in the lake woke up, shook their heads, and swam away with their tails swung.
Regarding his question, the middle-aged Taoist didn't answer the question, "I'm Kunlun Qingxu, how dare I ask my friend's name!"
It's him?
There was a ripple in Su Ming's mind. He had heard of this person's name. When he went to the capital to climb the ladder to compete for the position of national master, this person also participated.
However, Taoist Qingxu is a direct disciple of the Kunlun Taoist sect and is also the Nascent Soul Dzogchen. However, he did not get the first place in the process of climbing the ladder to heaven, and his ranking was not very good, only getting the fifth place.
In fact, if they were to fight in a fight, Taoist Qingxu would never lose to them.
But, what is he doing here?
While his mind was spinning, Su Ming slowly spoke, "Poor monk Pudu Cihang, Taoist Qingxu, if you don't practice pure cultivation on your Kunlun Mountain, what do you want to do here?"
At this time, Taoist Qingxu also drank all the tea in his hand, put down the tea cup, and turned his attention to Su Ming, "Before, I was chasing the demon demon. Just now, it was to see the sword, but now, I am chasing you. More interested.”
At this moment, Taoist Qingxu's calm mind stirred up trouble again. How could he forget the battle for the ladder two years ago? At the beginning, he came down from the mountain under the orders of his master just to become the Great Zhou Imperial Master and lay out the plans for the Kunlun Taoist Sect.
It's a pity that he failed that time. He failed miserably. It didn't matter that he didn't become a national master, but he was not even in the top three! Although Master doesn't care, Kunlun Taoist Sect won't care either.
After all, fighting for the National Master was just a casual move for Kunlun. It didn't matter whether they had it or not. After all, they were the bosses in the world of immortality. They were so superior that even if the dynasty changed, they would not have much to do with them.
However, after the great changes of heaven and earth, the exhaustion of spiritual energy, and the beginning of the age of great strife, the importance of the mortal dynasty immediately became apparent. In addition to their Kunlun Taoist sect, Shaolin, and the Demonic Sect have all begun to enter the world and cooperate with the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
After all, when the Great Zhou Dynasty swept through the world of immortality and reestablished order with the three major sects, the two sides also had the basis for cooperation. However, Pudu Cihang was not a member of the three major sects, but he was able to surpass the others and ascend to the position of national master.
This matter has already spread throughout the entire world of immortality through Feng Manlou's mouth, and the edict issued by Da Zhou also confirmed this.
Over time, even if he didn't care at the time, this incident still planted a thorn in his heart. Since he set out on the road, he has never lost. In Kunlun Mountain, he is the direct disciple and the youngest Yuan Yuan. The infant cultivator is the most likely real person in the world of immortality to set foot on the path of Yuanshen in the past century.
But on the ladder list, he is only fifth.
Until now, when he heard the words Pudu Cihang, he felt a wave of excitement in his heart. Although it was slight, it still disturbed his thoughts.
"oh?"
Seeing the change in his expression, Su Ming knew that he recognized him.
The Kunlun Taoist Sect is one of the most powerful sects in the world of immortality and is the leader in the Taoist sect. However, their direct disciples have lost to an unknown person. It is impossible that there is no grudge in their hearts.
Although Su Ming also wanted to learn more about the Kunlun Taoist Sect, now was not the time to investigate. His top priority was to unblock as much luck as possible and look for opportunities to advance to the Yuan Shen.
In this world, only power truly exists.
As for the Kunlun Taoist sect, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
However, Taoist Qingxu was still looking at Su Ming with stern eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.
With a wave of his sleeve, Su Ming put all the small couches and tea sets on the deck into the storage ring, and issued an order to expel guests, "You saw the sword, you drank the tea, and you got to know the person. There are other poor monks." It’s important, just let it go.”
He doesn't want to deal with people from the Kunlun Taoist sect now, let alone that this person still has a grudge against him and his intentions are unclear. Taoist Qingxu was a Nascent Soul Dzogchen and a sword cultivator like him, so he was extremely difficult to deal with. Even if Su Ming tried his best and used his body, he might not be able to kill him completely.
However, Su Ming wanted to leave, but Taoist Qingxu didn't want him to leave.
Taoist Qingxu stood up slowly, looking at him with a look of pity on his face, "Why are you in such a hurry, Imperial Master? Although your sword is good, it's a pity that such a divine sword fell into your hands, but it was like a pearl covered in dust. What a pity. "
A naked provocation, unconcealed malice, Su Ming's eyes were as cold as ice frozen thousands of feet in the winter, full of murderous intent.
"Really?" After the words fell, the surrounding air suddenly solidified, the lake surged, layers upon layers of mountains formed, and thin cold light suddenly appeared, like foam, like a dream, like dew like lightning.
"The Sword Comes"
What the heart feels, the color of heaven and earth changes.
Powerful pressure suddenly filled the entire space, and the surrounding lake water was directly frozen by this intense chill. Even though he had been prepared in his heart, Taoist Qingxu was still extremely surprised.
This monk is stronger than he thought!
"Monk, you surprised me!" Taoist Qingxu was not surprised but overjoyed, with a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.
The next moment, an age-old sound of drawing a sword sounded in the void. This sound is very ancient, very vicissitudes of life, not as sharp as an ordinary magic sword, but gives people the depth of a rich history.
As the sound of the sword sounded, a magical sword came out of nothingness. With just a flash, the true form was revealed. The end of the sword was majestic and majestic, and the body of the sword was engraved with cloud patterns and dragon seals, which contained profound true meaning.
The sword body is mottled with frost patterns, and the delicate hilt is tied with a lotus pendant. The aura is flashing, and strands of cold light and frost are derived from the sword body.
"Crack, click." Sen Han's sword energy was so domineering that it directly penetrated the solidified space and submerged into the lake. The spring breeze turned into rain. Instead of intensifying the cold air, it was absorbed by the sword energy, and the lake surface within a ten-mile radius returned to normal.
"Draw your sword!" Taoist Qingxu looked at Su Ming and provoked him again.
Su Ming raised his sword eyebrows, and a force rose up from the ground. He locked onto Taoist Qingxu from a distance, and said in a cold voice, "You have to pay a price for looking at my sword!"
As soon as the words fell, Zhanye suddenly appeared in the void, and with a sudden twist, he turned into thousands of sword lights, layer upon layer, overwhelming mountains and seas, and the Milky Way hanging upside down, looking down at the world.
At the same time, the building ship under their feet was also put into the storage ring by Su Ming. With a flash of sword light, the two of them left the small lake at the same time and arrived high in the sky.
The battle is about to break out!
