A few months later.

Ling Yunpo once again merged man and sword into one, cutting the demon monk opposite him into two pieces, feeling full of confusion in his heart.

When will this war end?

Although the Yin Guidao monk on the opposite side had his head and body separated, he did not die on the spot. He just took advantage of the falling time to break away from the battle, pressed the fallen head back onto the broken neck with both hands, and the skin and flesh quickly grew back.

This move is the secret method of the Yin Gui Dao - the art of spreading bones and joints. Practitioners train their joints to be fully connected, and can open and close bones and flesh at will, just like freely assembling building blocks.

If the opponent's flying sword stabbed at him, he would open the bones and flesh to let the flying sword pass through, and then reassemble them, which was equivalent to completely restraining the flying sword's normal attack.

Normally, when encountering this kind of Yin Gui Dao cultivator, Ling Yunpo would add a sword technique to kill the opponent completely.

In just a few months, more than a hundred demonic monks had been defeated by him, to the point that Ling Yunpo himself was numb from fighting. Now, every time he was challenged by the opponent, he would not think about anything after entering the arena. He would just combine his man and sword and use one big move to crush them.

If the ultimate move fails to kill the opponent, he will use the Fenyun Bagua Step to get close, and then use all kinds of sword techniques to attack... So far, he has won all battles with the same level and has never met any rival.

This is because the Qingping Sword is excellent enough as my natal sword, and also because I practice sword skills day and night. If I have to divide it into a ratio, it's about 30% to 70%.

But it would be really troublesome to continue killing like this, and what Ling Yunpo really couldn't understand was: why these Yin Guidao cultivators kept coming to challenge him even though they clearly couldn't beat him, as if they were fearless of death.

Seeing that the demon cultivator on the opposite side had escaped with the secret technique of splitting bones, Ling Yunpo was too lazy to chase him. He just silently looked at the Jindan realm demon cultivator on the opposite side, as if asking them "Who else?"

Seeing that no one challenged him, he snorted coldly, turned around, flicked his sleeves, stepped on his sword and left.

The contempt of the victor.

After returning to Tianmen Peak, Ling Yunpo returned to An Zhisu's side and complained to his senior sister:

"What's wrong with this demonic monk? I've killed him before, and I've let him go before, but why are there still people who challenge me every day?"

"Master Qingheng doesn't know yet?" Sima Changyan, who was practicing sword next to him, suddenly came over and said, "The Yin Gui Dao has already designated you as the content of their trial!"

"What's the content of the trial?" Ling Yunpo was puzzled.

"I heard that the top leaders of the Yin Gui Dao spread the word." Sima Changyan explained with a smile, "It is said that in the past hundred years, the environment in the sect has been too relaxed, resulting in many useless people being successfully promoted to Jindan Zhenren, which is a huge waste of the sect's cultivation resources."

"So next, we will test the Jindan Zhenren and divide them into different levels: anyone who challenges Shushan Qingheng Zhenren and survives his attack will be eligible to take part in the test later."

"If you don't dare to challenge, or if you can't win and get killed, it means you are a waste of Jindan, and you don't need to participate in the assessment later."

Lingyunpo: ...

What, I have become the general screening standard for the sect competition?

This is really too much! When did I authorize you? Have you paid the trial fee? You just want to get it for free, right?

Ling Yunpo decided to reload the game and calm down.

"A Jing, read the file Luo Yan!"

"Hey, isn't that Wei Dongliu?" Kunlun Jing asked in surprise.

"Go read Wei Dongliu's file, and then continue to be dragged in to besiege Shushan, right?" Ling Yunpo narrowed his eyes, "I'm already numb from the sharking, what does it mean to have to fight and fight to read the next file?"

"Oh." Kunlun Jing stretched out his voice, which seemed to contain a hint of pride and unconcealable joy, "Then don't regret it."

Lingyunpo:?

What does it mean?

He was about to continue speaking when he heard Kunlun Mirror speak quickly:

[Point 3: Penglai Yuqing Temple. ]

[Character identity: Luo Yan. ]

[The Mirror Flower and Water Moon template is overwritten, and time travel is in progress. 】

After being cast into Luo Yan's magic, he finally couldn't help but yawn.

Peace is better.

The new owner of Tiangong Workshop, Luo Yan, made a symbolic tour around the workshop.

The eldest senior brother graduated, the second senior sister rebelled, the fourth senior brother died, and the master passed away. Now there are only three people left in the huge Tiangong Workshop, and if you count myself, it is really deserted.

Thinking about the recent mood of the Shushan group, Luo Yan couldn't help but sigh that the path of practicing Taoism is full of changes and twists and turns.

Most of the monks won’t be able to make it to the end, right?

Recalling his master's voice, appearance and smile when he was alive, Luo Yan fell silent again.

Forget it, I'd better go and see my wife.

Shi Liuli was wearing a small dress and writing furiously at her desk. Her hair was not done, not in a bun, nor with a hairpin, but simply tied into a ponytail at the back of her head.

Seeing Luo Yan return to the bedroom, Shi Liuli smiled with joy. However, when she thought of her disheveled appearance at this moment, the joy quickly turned into a little shyness.

"Husband," she whispered.

"What are you writing?" Luo Yan hugged her from behind and gently rubbed her shoulders.

"Financial revenue and expenditure." Shi Liuli let him do what he wanted and just sighed.

When he heard about finance, Luo Yan also started to have a headache.

The loss brought by the master's death was so great that the customer base of Tiangong Workshop has shrunk by more than half. Although Shi Liuli ran around and used his father's connections to persuade people, he could not avoid a sharp drop in income.

After all, there is no Nascent Soul cultivator. There is no Nascent Soul cultivator. It is not something that can be let go just because the client is soft-hearted and compassionate.

"Don't worry yet." Luo Yan decided to take on his responsibilities as a husband first. "Even if they don't commission Tiangongfang, who else can they ask?"

"There aren't many formation masters in this world of cultivation, and most of them are amateurs. They can only set up formations without warranty, and there are various problems with their designs. I see that they will have to come to us in the end."

"Indeed, I was too anxious." Shi Liuli pretended to smile as if relieved, and pressed the back of Luo Yan's hand, saying, "Don't worry, my husband. I'm fine."

If he had only heard the first half of the sentence, Luo Yan would have really thought that she had come to terms with it.

But after hearing the second half of the sentence, he realized that Liuli's wife was afraid that he would worry, so she pretended not to be anxious... Do you have to act in front of the king of actors?

Tears, unknowingly, filled my eyes.

"Husband?" Shi Liuli asked in surprise.

"Nothing." Luo Yan quickly raised his head and sniffed, "Oh, my neck is so sore, maybe I hugged you for too long last night and got a stiff neck."

"Then let me massage you." Shi Liuli didn't ask him "Why did you get a stiff neck when you were meditating while hugging each other?", but stood up and started massaging behind him.

Luo Yan enjoyed the soft and boneless hands kneading him, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

What more could a husband ask for than a virtuous Miss Shi like her?

However, thinking about why she became like this, Luo Yan felt sad from the bottom of his heart.

"Junior brother, junior sister, this is bad!" Third Senior Sister Liang Ruohua's anxious voice came hurriedly from outside, "Yuguang Pavilion is trying to take our share of Tiangong Workshop!"

Luo Yan:? ! !