Feng Kuang dispersed the flowing clouds, and a figure as bright as the skylight came out. He was wearing gorgeous clothes, a crown on his head, and his eyes were sparkling. He descended into Qingping Valley like the Eternal Lord.

In an instant, he seemed to have some feeling, and he looked at Zhao Mang who was watching in front of the gate.

“Here I come…”

Zhao Mang looked calm, the inheritance of that person was of great importance, the Chiling Immortal Sect would not turn a blind eye to it, nor did they want to see the Jiuxiao Immortal Sect get it and strengthen its strength.

"Give me the stuff."

Taoist Yan Cheng went straight to the point with an indescribable sharpness. He came here specially, one step ahead of Taoist Ruhuan, to Qingping Valley, intending to intercept Chen Sheng's inheritance. It seems that he succeeded.

"well……"

Zhao Mang sighed, as if he was in a dilemma. He was anxious and said, "Then how can I explain this to the Jiuxiao Immortal Sect?"

He roughly knew the man's plan, which was to set up a fight between the Chiling Immortal Sect and the Jiuxiao Immortal Sect so that he could profit from it.

On the surface, he and the Jiuxiao Xianzong are in the same group, so he has to put on a comprehensive show, or he can use this alliance to great effect.

"Come and join my Chiling Immortal Sect, what are you afraid of?"

Taoist Yan Cheng saw that Zhao Mang's mind was wavering and he had surrendered, so he softened his words. He not only wanted to take Chen Sheng's inheritance, but also planned to seize the power of Qingping Valley.

"It won't work. There's no point in jumping back and forth."

Zhao Mang refused.

He didn't believe in either of these two immortal sects. Getting entangled with them would be like courting death.

"You won't give it to me? If you fight, your life will be in danger, and most of Qingping Valley will be destroyed in this battle."

Time was running out, Taoist Yan Cheng was worried about the people coming from Jiuxiao Immortal Sect. Zhao Mang was wavering and not very firm, so he increased the intensity and his words were clearly threatening.

"Senior, you are too aggressive."

Zhao Yunting didn't know the twists and turns of this game, but he always felt that there was something hidden in it. Perhaps he should speak up and make something happen.

"You are a good disciple. You will have a chance to achieve a Golden Core True Person in the future."

Taoist Yan Cheng had no idea of ​​Zhao Yunting's thoughts. He took a look at him and felt that Zhao Yunting was looking at plants and stones in a calm and indifferent manner, as if he was unhappy and wanted to stomp them to death or kick them away. It was extremely simple.

"It's not that I don't want to pass on Chen Sheng's inheritance to Jiuxiao Xianzong, but I can't afford to offend him."

On the surface, the matter involved the survival of the sect, and Zhao Yunting's life was on the line. Zhao Mang looked worried and finally gave in.

“Buzz…”

He turned his hand over, and on his palm was a sword, pitch black and cold as ice. Its murderous aura could kill ghosts and gods. It froze the light of the sky in broad daylight.

On the sword body is a jade slip of inheritance. It is small, but it contains endless precious knowledge.

"stop!"

Taoist Ruhuan arrived and saw this scene. Zhao Mang had a sad face and a submissive look, like an envoy of a defeated country, offering a letter of surrender. Opposite him was Taoist Yancheng, who was about to take over Chen Sheng's inheritance and the iron sword.

He was anxious and shouted loudly, regretting that his escape method could not transcend the constraints of time and space and escape instantly.

"Give me!"

The shout was like thunder and as sharp as a blade.

Taoist Yan Cheng didn't even think twice and snatched the jade slip and iron sword from Zhao Mang's hand. He retreated a hundred feet and went away.

"How did you hand it over?"

Taoist Ruhuan came to Qingping Valley and looked at Zhao Mang with a rage in his heart. How could he bear to see the duck that he had already caught fly away?

"Fellow Daoist, why didn't you come earlier? You scared me."

In response to this, Zhao Mang looked like a bullied person. Qingping Valley was indeed inferior to the power of the Immortal Sect.

"Stop talking nonsense and take the things back."

Taoist Yan Cheng was reluctant to scold him because he would need Zhao Mang in the future, so he had to at least save face.

"Whoosh"

It is not so easy to obtain Mr. Chen’s inheritance.

In the empty sky, three figures flew across the sky, and finally, Taoist Huan and Zhao Mang blocked Taoist Yan Cheng in a mountain forest.

"Daoist friend, harmony is the most precious thing."

Taoist Yan Cheng stood still, with an air of transcendence about him, and his words were light, which made him even more free and easy.

"Did you ever say this when you were forcing me before?"

Zhao Mang murmured something, which was neither loud nor weak, just enough to be heard within the circle of three people.

Taoist Yan Cheng's forehead darkened, and he said confidently: "Qingping Valley is weak, which is your weakness. You naturally don't have the qualifications to be tough."

Zhao Mang’s fighting ability is not bad, but his background is a flaw. It’s not about the hierarchy, but he doesn’t have that kind of foundation. Even if he steps into this field, he is still inferior to others.

"What about me?"

Taoist Ruhuan stepped forward, looking very angry, and pressed directly against Taoist Yancheng, saying, "Hand over the things, and I will let you go."

Qingping Valley was afraid of offending the Chiling Immortal Sect, but his Jiuxiao Immortal Sect was not afraid and had been in a strong state for generations.

"What if not?"

Taoist Yan Cheng had no way to refute, but he would not let go of this inheritance. Now that he had it in his mouth, there was no reason for him to spit it out.

"boom"

Taoist Ruhuan expressed his position. It was very simple. A force of energy emanated from his body, as powerful as the sun, covering all directions and attracting layers of spiritual energy to transform into mist and clouds, making him look like a noble and inviolable god.

"I've long wanted to learn a little bit about your methods."

Taoist Yan Cheng didn't even frown, his calm face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice and snow, and he was the first to take action.

He pushed forward with his palm, his sleeves fluttering, full of agility and elegance, but the power contained in it was heavier than a mountain.

"Bang"

Since it was a weighing, Taoist Ruhuan did not dodge, but also pushed forward with the same hand. The two of them hit each other hard, and there was a huge and violent airflow, sweeping across the mountains and forests.

"clang"

Suddenly, Taoist Yan Cheng drew his sword.

It was Chen Sheng's iron sword. Perhaps it was forged using the sword-cultivation method of Yunjian Peak. He felt it was very easy to use and had an unparalleled sharpness.

It seemed as if his spirit and energy overlapped with Chen Sheng's, giving him an invincible posture.

In short, this sword strike was swung without any sword techniques, relying only on magic power, but it still gave him an indescribable sense of smoothness.

“Swish…”

The sword light was cold and murderous. No matter how powerful the Taoist Ruhuan was, he was no match for it and was cut in half by the sword.

He rolled his body to avoid the sword, but was still hit by the sword. He was not seriously injured, but his clothes were torn, which was very indecent.

"You and I joined forces to suppress him."

Taoist Ruhuan was furious. Taoist Yancheng used Chen Sheng's iron sword to chop him, which not only damaged his face, but also was a silent mockery, making him, the "real owner", very angry.

"clang"

After saying that, he raised his sword and charged forward. His figure changed from being graceful and agile to being heavy and solid, with a murderous intent, and it was obvious that he was enraged.

He performed a sword technique called Tianya Wugui, which was extremely erratic and sharp. The sword light was flying everywhere, and it could kill people even through the void.

"kill!"

Zhao Mang roared and charged into the game. His background was not as good as that of the Jindan Zhenren of the Xianzong, but he was still a strong man of this level and should not be underestimated.

Light and shadow intertwined, and in a two-on-one situation, no matter how powerful Taoist Yan Cheng was, he still suffered a loss.

He swung his iron sword across the air, blocking Taoist Ruhuan, but Zhao Mang seized the opportunity and struck him on the heart with a palm, causing him to spit out blood.

"Don't think he has returned just because he has a sword."

Ruhuan said proudly to others.

Chen Sheng held an iron sword and fought in the Dalung Mountain, killing all the older generation of Jindan Zhenren. To be honest, they were scared, so in the last hundred years, they did not dare to force him too much, for they were afraid that he would go crazy one last time.

Unfortunately, Taoist Yan Cheng is not Chen Sheng. Even with this iron sword in his hand, he still does not have that invincible power.

"Return the inheritance."

Zhao Mang added.

"Are you going to fight to the death?"

Taoist Yan Cheng did not show any weakness. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, held the iron sword, and confronted Taoist Ruhuan and Zhao Mang.

"this……"

Hearing about the fight to the death, Zhao Mang took a step back and turned to look at Taoist Ruhuan. He couldn't make the decision and he also took good care of his body.

"If you want to die, I will grant your wish."

Taoist Ruhuan was in a dilemma and did not want to fight to the death, but one, he was unwilling to give up Chen Sheng's inheritance, and two, Zhao Mang was watching him. If he retreated, he would lose face and look down on the Jiuxiao Immortal Sect, so he had to persist.

However, his expression was no longer calm, but solemn, knowing that a fierce battle was about to begin.

“Boom…”

Taoist Yan Cheng let go of his anger, his robes fluttered like clouds, he looked motionless, but it was as if he had come into contact with the will of heaven, with an awe-inspiring divine power.

He took a step and thousands of mountains shook. He raised his hand and spiritual energy turned into a tide, rolling out continuously.

The sky shook and a pillar of heaven condensed. It was thick and tall, suppressing the layers of sky and rushing towards Taoist Ruhuan.

"Bang"

Taoist Ruhuan put the two fingers of his right hand together and drew them forward. A ray of brilliant divine aura floated out. It did not have any strong power, but it entangled the pillar of heaven and shattered it.

"clang"

The pillar of heaven collapsed, spiritual energy boiled, pouring out like river water, and there was mist and haze in the air. Suddenly, the sound of a sword chanting was heard, loud and cold.

Taoist Ruhuan felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, but it was too late. Taoist Yancheng used some secret technique to stimulate the charm of the iron sword. With one strike of the sword, he regained his former sharpness.

"puff"

Taoist Ruhuan's shoulder was pierced directly, and blood splattered all over the sky. Strands of sword intent invaded his life, and in an instant, his face turned pale.

The sword chanting sounded again, Taoist Yan Cheng pressed forward step by step, and his sword was so sharp that it turned into an eternal night, trying to bury him.

“Damn it!”

Taoist Ruhuan cursed softly and activated his skills to suppress his injuries. The eyes on his pale face turned dangerous.

"clang"

His attainments in swordsmanship were not weak. At this moment, he poured his magic power into the sword and put all his strength into it. With one swipe of his sword, the sword light was like a dragon, passing through layers of sky, as if it could become invisible, and suddenly reappeared, making it extremely difficult to defend against.

"Pointing Hand"

Taoist Yan Cheng stood still, pointing the hilt of his sword at the vast earth, as if he had set up a platform to command generals. The spirits of the mountains and rivers appeared one by one, turning into divine generals who ran in big strides.

Tian Ya Wu Gui's sword intent was very powerful, and he killed many divine generals, but he finally collapsed after being worn down by many enemies.

The platform for selecting generals remained standing, the earth's energy was surging, and the gods and generals were like a forest, rushing madly towards Taoist Ruhuan.

"kill!"

Taoist Ruhuan shouted loudly, and the sound of killing shook the sky. His aura became stronger and stronger, and it was obvious that he had used some secret technique.

He wielded the sword alone and killed his way through the generals' platform like a sword god. With every step he took, he struck with the sword, and the sword intent was so strong that it turned into substance.

"clang"

finally.

He came in front of Taoist Yan Cheng, turned the sword, and the huge sword intent twisted like a thunder magnetic force, giving rise to a trace of destructive power, and pounced forward fiercely.

Too close.

Taoist Yan Cheng had no way to avoid it and had to face it. He swung his iron sword and stood between heaven and earth like a black mountain, resisting the flood.

"puff"

The sword intent, as ferocious as a raging tiger, hit the iron sword and paused for a moment, but still rushed forward and crushed Taoist Yan Cheng.

His robes were immediately stained red with blood, and his body was covered with scars of varying sizes, like a piece of jade that had rolled over gravel, full of flaws.

"Hahaha……"

Taoist Ruhuan laughed loudly. Seeing his enemy so miserable, he was still happy even though he himself was also burdened with a lot of burdens.

With this in mind, his sword moves became more and more sharp and smooth, like drawing a thread, one after another, without stopping.

"Don't you think I can be deceived?"

This smile undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. Taoist Yan Cheng felt pain both physically and mentally. His eyes glowed slightly red, and his attacks became more ferocious.

Anyway, this battle became more and more brutal towards the end, with the two men killing each other fiercely, each wanting to see their opponent in trouble.

“It was a really intense fight.”

Zhao Mang stood aside and watched coldly. The Immortal Sect's foundation was indeed extraordinary. When the two of them fought, the methods they used were endless, which opened his eyes.

“Help me!”

Taoist Ruhuan turned around and saw Zhao Mang standing there in a daze. Thinking of the life-and-death fight on his side, he couldn't help but roar.

"Whoosh"

As soon as he finished speaking, Taoist Yan Cheng had already escaped. In the fight between him and Taoist Ruhuan, with the interference of Zhao Mang, he could not withstand it. Anyway, he had already got the benefit, so there was no need to fight to the death.

"When a desperate dog jumps over the wall, I won't chase him anymore..."

Zhao Mang had no intention of chasing after him. No matter who the inheritance and the iron sword fell into his possession, it had little to do with him.

"That's too cheap for him."

Taoist Ruhuan naturally refused, and pulled Zhao Mang along to kill them together. They traveled hundreds of miles, but watched Taoist Yancheng's figure gradually disappear.

"He actually let him get away."

He said angrily.

"The inheritance of the predecessors is not so easy to obtain."

Zhao Mang didn't care. He comforted Taoist Ruhuan with a few words and returned to Qingping Valley.

"who!"

This way.

Taoist Yan Cheng was very satisfied. Even though he was injured, he was still very happy. It was all worth it to get Chen Sheng's inheritance and the iron sword.

Suddenly, he felt a creepy feeling in his heart, as if he was being stared at by some terrifying creature.

He looked up and saw a man walking out on the path in the forest. He was tall and straight, wearing a gray Taoist robe, and there was a natural air about him.

This is the demeanor of a hermit, but his face was full of horror, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

(End of this chapter)