Yang Jian really didn't expect that this matter would be so big, and even his safety was worried.

He didn't expect Fu Dongliu to care so much about the few sword moves he had accidentally comprehended.

- This is not an epiphany, it is just left by the predecessors and picked up by Yang Jian.

Fu Dongliu was in a hurry, and pulled Yang Jian to fly into the gate of the secret realm, almost forgetting the little county lord.

It was too late to introduce this secret world to Yang Jian, Fu Dongliu exerted all his strength, swept over the peaks and mountains under his feet, and advanced a hundred miles in an instant, pulling Yang Jian and the little county lord to a peak.

Before his feet touched the ground, Fu Dongliu yelled directly:

"Star Picking Peak Lord Order! All the peak masters and elders of my Pingtian Sword Sect, please come to the Star Picking Peak Main Hall to discuss matters! Go and invite the head to come!"

It seems that the status of this senior Fu is definitely not low, and he should probably be the peak master of Star Peak.

Yang Jian naturally hadn't heard of this sect, and he only sighed slightly in his heart, after all, this was a world where the aura dissipated, and he didn't expect that there would be such a big sect left.

Yang Jian was a little misunderstood......

In the flood wilderness, the real profound and masterful immortal cultivators are at least thousands of miles away from the land, and there are hundreds of peaks and forests.

Even, if you want to be the master of the first peak and the elder of such a big faction, the cultivation of becoming an immortal is not enough, at least it is the level of a true immortal.

Without further ado, let's get down to business.

Fu Dongliu dragged Yang Jian and the little county lord to a large hall.

This hall is not very wide, it is somewhat similar to those Taoist temples that Yang Jian went to in his previous life, and there are several statues of gods in the hall, which should be the ancestor of this sect.

In addition, some futons, a few murals, and most of the pillars of vermilion lacquer have been lost, which is almost all of this hall.

"Where are the disciples on duty in the hall!" Fu Dongliu shouted, and two female disciples wearing Taoist robes and carrying long swords kowtowed forward, calling them 'Peak Lord'.

Fu Dongliu couldn't hide his excitement at this time, and shouted: "You two take this girl to settle down, take good care of it, and I'll arrange her apprenticeship when it's over!"

The two female disciples are not Fu Dongliu's true inheritance, and when they heard Fu Dongliu so solemn at this time, they naturally felt that this girl with a somewhat sad expression would worship Fu Dongliu's door, so she didn't dare to be careless, and gently pulled the little county lord out of the hall.

Fu Donghuan turned to look at Yang Jian, and the divine light that appeared in his eyes made Yang Jian's heart a little up-and-down......

"Daoyou, do you remember Brother Yang's three moves?"

"Naturally remember," Yang Jian nodded slightly.

"Okay!" Fu Dongliu paced back and forth, his eyes seemed to be thoughtful, and then he couldn't help but laugh a few times.

"Hahaha! It's really immortal, my Pingtian Sword!"

Suddenly, I heard a woman's soft snort from outside the door: "Disturbing dreams in the middle of the night, what are you doing to make an unsightly collusion!"

Fu Dongliu only laughed when he heard this, took a step back, and sat on a futon, as if on purpose, leaving Yang Jian alone in the center of the main hall and standing alone.

A white shadow came across the moonlight, green silk like a waterfall, ethereal like a fairy.

When this woman approached, Yang Jian's eyes lit up, and he praised this sentence in his heart:

'What a fairy!'

This has fairy bones, and the paramecium is dyed with light dust.

If there is no light dust fall, only fear the people in the moon.

This dustless woman fell outside the hall, but she was only wearing a pair of straw sandals, and her figure could not be described in such mundane words as 'tall' and 'slender', it was a real immortal bone, and the proportions were almost flawless.

She was wearing a bandeau white dress, as if she had been awakened from her sleep, and flew here.

But even if she is dressed coolly, who can say that she is a demon and scold her for being charming?

The long hair is scattered, and it is really three thousand green silks;

The jade foot lifted lightly, and in a blink of an eye, it was in front of Yang Jian.

"Look again, and you will gouge out your eyes. ”

This cold tone made Yang Jian immediately shrink his neck, and the woman's figure turned around, and she had already appeared on the beam of a large hall.

One small foot was casually put down, the other jade leg was curled up, and the arm was placed on the knee at will, and the end was chic and uninhibited, but this posture had another artistic conception.

"It's rude. ”

Yang Jian's eyes quickly regained clarity, and he was embarrassed in his heart, and arched his hand at the woman.

"Hahaha!" Fu Dongliu said with a smile: "This is my little junior sister, and she is also the peak master of Don't forget the peak!" Qinglian, I will explain the matter about this little brother later, and wait for the other senior brothers to come. ”

"Hmm. The Lord of Qinglian Peak just responded softly, took a wine jar casually, and drank it in small sips.

Yang Jian didn't look at it much, and sat on the futon next to Fu Dongliu, quietly waiting for the arrival of a 'senior' from the Pingtian Sword Gate.

After a while, more than 30 people gathered in the hall, half of them were white-haired old men, and half of them were middle-aged people like Fu Dongliu.

First of all, he made a Dao to a tall and thin middle-aged Daoist, calling him the senior brother in charge, and then turned to sit in front of the elders and peak masters for two Dao bows before he spoke.

"I'll make a long story short......"

At that moment, Fu Dongliu recounted the process of killing demons with his sword and getting to know Yang Jian, and also focused on mentioning Yang Jian's origin.

"This little brother was put by his master in the barren mountains and mountains to experience and practice, and the cultivation of that senior master, I am afraid I can't even think about it. ”

Fu Dongliu is protecting Yang Jian, after all, he is not the only one in the door who has the final say, I am afraid that someone will have any evil intentions towards Yang Jian.

Open-mindedness is not something that everyone has.

What if an elder would jump out and accuse Yang Jian of being responsible for the secrets of their Pingtian Sword Sect and being unfavorable to Yang Jian?

Fu Dongliu said in advance that Yang Jian 'has a very good background', and these people dare not have any more delusions.

After all, the secret realm at this time, the Pingtian Sword Gate at this time, can no longer withstand any impact.

There was silence in the hall for a while, but no one questioned Fu Dongliu, because they all heard that Fu Dongliu had something to say, so they just waited quietly.

Fu Dongliu said Yang Jian's previous punch, and the group of people immediately changed color, and many people looked at Yang Jian with complicated eyes, and found that this young man seemed to be just 'plain', but he was a little more jealous.

Fu Dongliu didn't talk much nonsense, and directly signaled the silence around, and then said to Yang Jian:

"Fellow Daoist, please give us a demonstration. ”

"Well," Yang Jian was very calm at this time, not shocked, got up and walked to the hall, closed his eyes, and slowly looked for the feeling before.

Eight or nine Xuan Gong was running, and Yang Jian had a mysterious aura wafting from his body.

The woman on the beam was originally just looking outside the hall, but when this breath appeared, she looked down at Yang Jian with a slight curiosity in her eyes.

And the other elders, peak masters, and even the head of the sect all looked a little more solemn.

Xuangong is shocking to the world, who dares to disrespect?

"I've never used a sword, so I've replaced it with a sword, so please take a closer look. ”

Yang Jian raised his hand and moved his legs, his right hand and sword fingers, swaying from side to side, there was obviously no half of the aura fluctuation around his body, but his fingertips seemed to have a ray of light.

He evolved the figure he saw when he comprehended at the mountain gate before, and every movement was intact.

The punch he threw before actually refined the essence of the three sword moves and merged them into one punch......

It's just that his cultivation has not yet arrived, and the eight or nine Xuangong is only the first level, so he was vomited blood by the backlash.

But now, it is a trivial matter to rehearse the moves used by the figure I saw.

A sword splits the ground.

A sword leveling the sky.

A sword breaks the sky!

After Yang Jian's three moves without any aura, he stood there and carefully realized it again, and he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

These three sword moves are vast and profound, so sharp, but they were created by a powerful person who has never heard of them.

In this glorious world, the endless desolation, how many such existences are there, and how many exist beyond the founder of this sword move?

Thinking of this, Yang Jian felt a little more yearning in his heart.

The monk who created such a sword move is already like this, what kind of scene should it be if an existence of such a level as Master really exerts his magical powers?

Yang Jian stood there for a long time without moving, and when he heard a few pops, there were seven or eight figures sitting on the futon behind him, vomiting blood.

The remaining twenty or so people were still meditating with their eyes closed, and their breath fluctuated and fluctuated.

Yang Jian's eyes were dazzled, and the figure on the beam fell in front of him and grabbed Yang Jian's shoulder directly.

Taking advantage of Fu Dongliu's meditation there, the Qinglian Peak Lord took Yang Jian away without hindrance, rushed out of the hall and flew directly into the sky......

Her movements were too fast, and as soon as Yang Jian came back to her senses, her figure had already appeared in the air, and she was being carried by the woman to another peak.

opened his mouth, and the night breeze poured in directly, but Yang Jian couldn't say a word.

"Don't worry, you are kind to the Pingtian Sword Sect, I won't harm you, I just want you to practice alone for me a few times. ”

Her voice was cold, but with a kind of indifference, as if it was really the fairy above the nine heavens, talking to Yang Jian, a mortal.

Is this a begging attitude?

Just calling the shots!

Yang Jian couldn't cry or laugh slightly, although he was angry in his heart, he couldn't show it, he could only record this humiliation, and then 'caught' it back like this in the future.

took a deep look at this unreasonable woman, and secretly said in his heart......

Our little cicada has grown up, and it may not be as good as you!

Alas, Master said that there should be less cause and effect, but he forgot everything about it...... If you knew this was the case, why bother to show it before?

Yang Jian was secretly vigilant in his heart, and he remembered the lesson this time.