(Unlucky, I went to get a hanging injection yesterday, and my hands were like pig's trotters, and I have a photo on Weibo...... ）

The "Zhou Tian Starry Sword Array" of thirty-six people seems to have reached the most reasonable state of matching in terms of quantity, whether it is moving, swords, or changing moves, they are all highly integrated.

Thirty-six people, seventy-two hands, advance and retreat in an orderly manner, just like one person.

This is a standard that the sword array must meet in terms of form.

It is impossible to ignore the time limit of comprehensive strength, but at least it should be achieved in form.

Whoosh!

In a vacant land in the mountain behind the Shenbi Peak, the sword array is unfolded, and the lantern is gone, although the holding is still a bamboo sword, and there is no edge at all, but the potential stimulated by it is faintly rising, just like a hidden dragon in the abyss, once it takes off, there will be a difference.

Liang Qiufeng watched from the sidelines and nodded again and again. I feel that this period of painstaking training has finally received the desired effect, just like carving and polishing, little by little to remove the excess parts, and what is left in the end is the essence.

When the sword array is truly complete, it can definitely become a major killer feature of the Zhongnan Sword Gate.

On the other side, a figure fluttered by, but it was Master Lu who took the premature death. When the two of them passed by, Master Lu stopped a little curiously and looked at the young people who had evolved the sword formation.

Liang Qiufeng wanted to have a conversation and ask for opinions, but Master Lu quickly left with him, so he had to give up.

After letting the teenagers continue to practice, Liang Qiufeng returned to his residence and began to cultivate - as the master of a sect, he was actually not busy, he had always been tired of tedious, so he only made decisions on big things, and left small things to Zhang Jiangshan and them.

At the beginning of the establishment of the current Zhongnan Jianmen, there were a lot of affairs, but they were basically miscellaneous business matters, and Liang Qiufeng rarely interfered.

Regarding this point, Zuo Ming and others also understand. They didn't want Liang Qiufeng to be too distracted, as the backbone, as a person with outstanding martial arts talent, the most important thing to do was to seize the time to cultivate and improve his cultivation, which was the best choice for themselves and the sect.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is fifteen. Calculation, since the listing of the Zhongnan Sword Gate, it has been a period of time, and the Nanling area has been safe and secure, and it is extremely stable.

Zuo Ming's people, who were originally vigilant and vigilant to prevent the thirteen inferior sects from joining forces to come to Xingshi to ask for guilt, also slowly relaxed their hearts.

Prior to this, the Zhongnan Sword Gate had also sent a number of spies - it was said that it was a spy, but strictly speaking, it could not be called, and it would be more appropriate to say that it was ears and eyes.

Spread ears and eyes, spy on intelligence, but for many days, there was no news of any movement, calm and calm, nothing happened.

It seems that the thirteen sects have accepted the establishment of the Sword Gate, and they feel that the wood is already in the boat, and it is useless to make any more moves.

That's fine, and everything will be fine.

For Zhongnan Jianmen, time means a qiē, as long as there is enough time, Jianmen can really grow up, have the strength and confidence, and no longer need to be afraid.

Fifteenth, cloudy, after the rumbling thunder, the dark clouds closed, and the light rain poured down.

Spring rain, spring rain is as expensive as oil.

Seeing the rain from God, many farmers in charge of planting couldn't help but smile and talk happily.

With this rain, thousands of acres of spiritual fields have been moistened by rain, and the spiritual rice planted will definitely grow even better.

"Just when the land is drought, it rains, God is satisfied, this year will definitely be smooth. ”

Wu Shan brought a hat and looked at the rain with a smile.

"God help us. ”

Zhang Jiangshan also smiled brightly: "The time, place and people are favorable, and they have all three." Our Sword Sect is thriving this year, and it is booming, and I believe that we will soon be able to advance to the middle sect. ”

Jiang Biaoquan said: "If it can be achieved within three years, it is already very remarkable, but it is quite unrealistic." ”

Zhang Jiangshan sighed: "Actually, as long as Master Lu is willing to officially join the Sword Sect, it will be done." ”

In the Shenzhou Continent, the requirements for measuring the conditions of the middle sects are much higher than those of the lower sects. Especially in terms of strength, the requirements for hard surnames are very strict, just like the current Sword Sect, the low-end martial artists in the Light Qi Dao, there are only three or two, and it is absolutely impossible to upgrade to a medium sect.

However, as long as Master Lu joins in, with his old man's prestige and prestige, he can attract many masters to come.

In that case, it means a lot of difference.

However, Master Lu said that although he hung up the title of "Elder Taishang", and although he helped Jianmen, he would never agree with Jianmen to use his signboard to publicize it everywhere.

As a result, not many people know that Master Lu is committed to the Divine Pen Peak.

Wu Shan said: "People are precious and self-sufficient, and it is good that we can have today." Let's go, go to the field. "I took Jiang Biaoquan into the rain curtain and went to work.

Zhang Jiangshan did not move, he was mainly engaged in business and trading, and planting was another matter.

The rain went on and on, and at dusk it was dark. Occasionally, there was a roaring thunder in the sky.

Looking down from the sky, the huge South Ridge, the mountains are undulating, and after being washed by the rain, they are more and more verdant and lovely, like a piece of jade.

A fourth-order demon tiger with colorful fur lurked quietly in the mountain col, waiting for its prey to be delivered to the door.

It didn't take long for it to hear a subtle sound of footsteps, exactly what it looked like a human passing by.

Thinking of humans, the demon tiger immediately thought of delicious meat, and couldn't help but stretch out its thick tongue and lick the side of its mouth.

When the sound of footsteps got closer and closer, the two-foot-long demon tiger finally couldn't bear it anymore, and pounced on the ground, finding the direction from which the person came from according to his hearing.

This pounce is its instinctive killer weapon, and it can accurately catch the target it wants to hunt without looking at the target at all.

Its goal now is to have two people.

The two walked side by side, wearing hats and robes. If you can't see it, it looks mysterious.

For the demon tiger who came to kill with his teeth and claws, the man walking on the left snorted coldly: "Look for death!"

Swish!

The weapon on his waist is unsheathed, but it is a long knife like spring water.

The blade crossed, and the flesh separated.

The demon tiger was slashed in two in horror and cut off from his waist. It's not dead yet, and its head can still be pulled with its two front paws, trying to escape.

Running away is purely instinctive.

Because just now, the powerful aura that erupted from the target of the prey was enough to make it tremble and flee when it heard the wind.

Rustle rustle......

The sound of subtle footsteps converged from all directions, and it didn't take long for figures wearing hats and robes to appear one after another, converging in this small col like a stream of water.

In the end, there were more than 30 people, tall, short, fat and thin, all different. The biggest similarity is that everyone hides their faces and can't see them.

Inside the robe, all that was exposed was black.

So many people, gathered together, let the wind and rain blow, without a word, the scene seems extremely weird.

Bang!

The poor demon tiger was suddenly trampled on the head and turned into a blur of flesh and blood, and before he died tragically, he couldn't even scream.

Then he heard the man say in a hoarse and low voice, "Everyone is here, go." ”

Turning around and taking the lead, the figure behind him was longing and accompanied with powerful steps.

In the direction they were going, a treacherous mountain rose from the ground.

Magic Pen Peak.

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