Are there really such experienced people in the secular world?"
Su Qingqing said this and turned to look at Li Xiaoliu: "How about Sixth Junior Brother, you also go and try it?"
"I can't do that!"
Li Xiaoliu immediately shook his head. His spiritual practice was going smoothly, so why would he have to suffer in the secular world?
But you can't say this directly.
He immediately thought, "Junior Sister is gifted and intelligent. I am still a little behind her."
"That's true."
"Fourth Senior Sister, I've already belittled myself so much, can't you comfort me a bit?"
"This isn't an insult, it's clearly the truth..."
“…”
The two of them were having a great time bickering with each other, and Xiang Sheng was watching from the side, smiling but saying nothing.
In the blink of an eye, half a day passed.
Xiang Sheng stood up and looked out into the distance. He saw a sword-shaped tower looming among the clouds and mist.
"We've arrived at Sword City."
Su Qingqing also stood up, looked towards the tower, and said, "This is a holy land for sword cultivators. Ninety-nine percent of the cultivators coming and going in the city are sword cultivators. The experiences left by the predecessors in various places in the city are countless.
"Junior Sister, you have an extraordinary ability to comprehend things. Go and experience it carefully. Perhaps after this journey, you will be able to fully comprehend the sword intent that you have only just begun to grasp."
Xiang Sheng smiled shyly upon hearing this, "Thank you for your good wishes, Senior Sister."
A quarter of an hour later, the spirit boat fell from the sky and stopped outside the Sword City formation.
When the door opened, Su Qingqing took Xiang Sheng and the other two downstairs.
Liang Haoming, who had just emerged from the Spirit Boat cabin, saw the three people's backs. Although his expression remained unchanged, his eyes darkened. He asked, "Who left first?"
The disciples on the deck looked at each other, and no one dared to speak.
Senior Brother Liang is not easy to offend, but the people from Wuming Peak are not easy to mess with either.
Seeing that no one answered, Liang Haoming's face looked a little unhappy, but he did not make any trouble.
He flashed and came directly to the Spirit Boat Formation Control Room and asked respectfully:
"Uncle Master Yan, I wonder which of these junior brothers and sisters got off the boat just now. I'm really curious. Could you please tell me?"
Yan Changfei, who was resting with his eyes closed in the room, raised his eyelids and said with a faint smile: "It's okay to tell you, he is a disciple of Wuming Peak.
Why, do you want to make some friends? My uncle is free these days, so I can help you make some connections."
When Liang Haoming heard the words "Nameless Peak", his expression changed immediately. When he heard the second half of the sentence, he looked even more panicked and quickly refused.
"No... no need! Thank you for your kindness, uncle. I was just curious for a moment. Thank you for your answer, uncle. I will leave now."
Yan Changfei looked at Liang Haoming's fleeing back and shook his head slightly.
The Yuan Sword Clan has truly declined. Is a disciple with such a frivolous mind qualified to inherit the true teachings?
Thinking of this, his gaze penetrated the formation and fell on Xiang Jianjue who was standing next to Li Changting who had not yet gotten off the boat.
He Fang returned to the sect from the Demon Rift Valley, and this was the first time he saw Xiang Jianjue in person.
"Is this the disciple that Junior-Junior Brother Changting was determined to protect, even at the cost of damaging his foundation, twenty years ago?"
"He has a calm personality and is neither humble nor overbearing. He is a good candidate, but unfortunately he still misses Master Dongzhou and refuses to become his disciple."
"Brother Lin, pinning your hopes for the sword lineage's revival on him is too risky..."
Yan Changfei had a high level of cultivation and was spying through a formation, so Xiang Jianjue naturally didn't notice anything. He was still secretly talking with Li Changting at this moment.
"Brother, we've arrived at Jiancheng. Can we talk now?"
"Silly boy, it's not that my senior brother is hiding it from you on purpose, and I don't know the reason.
Fengqing Sect just encountered trouble, and the Pantheon is trying its best to sow discord between the East and West Continents. Now it is safest for you to stay in the sect and meditate in peace.
But yesterday, I received a message from my master, asking you to come to Jiancheng for training, and I couldn't refuse. I asked my master why, but he was evasive, saying he had his own reasons.
Xiang Jianjue's brows knitted slightly as he listened, but soon relaxed. He replied in a voice transmission, "Uncle Lin saved me from danger and will definitely not harm me. I came here specifically to challenge the Sword Tower."
"That's right. Master and the others have their own plans. Why should we think so much?"
Li Changting hooked his arm around Xiang Jianjue's shoulders and chuckled, "I promised your master that I would take good care of you. Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you."
He nodded to Jian Jue and then looked a little melancholy.
Twenty years ago, the East Continent Channel was the site of a major battle. The entrance to West Continent is still sealed, so people can only leave but not enter. I don't know when I can go back to visit my master...
At the same time, Xiang Jianjue's long-missed master had already arrived at the foot of the sword tower.
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