Chapter 192 Young Taoist
The person has not arrived yet, but the strong sense of oppression is already rolling in.
Everyone's face changed.
This moment.
The sea was calm, and the warships seemed to be frozen on the surface of the sea, not moving at all. Everyone looked towards the distant sky, and their hearts could not help but beat slightly.
Luofu Sword Master, who was originally arrogant, bowed respectfully:
"Welcome to the Chiyang Martial Saint!"
Wow!
A moment.
The whole audience was in an uproar.
Everyone's brains warmed up and the blood began to boil. Although they had guessed a little from the visitor's self-introduction, Luofu Sword Master had now undoubtedly confirmed his identity.
Martial Saint of Chiyang.
A Martial Saint who had just made a comeback some time ago founded the Chiyang Sect and stirred up trouble in the world. The Martial Saint of Dayan personally came to the sect and divided out an area for the Chiyang Sect to use freely, giving it complete dominance.
Only then did everyone realize that Luofu Sword Master had actually joined the Chiyang Sect. They must have been promised some conditions by the Chiyang Martial Saint.
Taoist Longshan felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
The situation had already become somewhat difficult because Luofu Sword Master's sudden appearance had aroused everyone's greed again, and now it had soared to an extremely difficult mode. With the arrival of an ancient saint, he had no confidence at all.
Under the gazes.
An extremely luxurious golden carriage appeared, with a powerful person in the realm of heaven and man in front, behind and on each side. The scene of heaven and man carrying the carriage was already shocking, but the most eye-catching thing was the old man on the carriage. He was wearing a golden red robe, like the sun, his hair and beard were all red, and there was a bald spot on the top of his head, revealing his shiny head.
The bald old man lay on the carriage very comfortably, surrounded by several stunning women with charming eyes, arms as soft as willows, charming and extremely gentle.
The carriage stood in the air, and the Heavenly Realm warriors who were carrying the carriage held their chests high. Not only did they not feel the slightest bit of shame, but they were extremely proud.
How many people in the world can pull a cart for the Martial Saint?
"We pay our respects to the Martial Saint Chiyang!" The vast voices rang out in unison, and everyone bowed their heads to show respect.
The strong are respected.
It is an eternal truth everywhere.
But the people of Zhenwu Sect did not move.
Even a fool can see that the other party has ill intentions.
Luofu Sword Master shouted coldly:
"Old Taoist Longshan, the Martial Saint asked you, why didn't you answer? How dare you despise the Martial Saint?"
He was quite high-spirited and proud at the moment.
Ever since the rise of Tianjian Zhenren, his life has been extremely difficult, and he would be whipped from time to time. But now, with the support of Chiyang Martial Saint, he is no longer afraid. Even if Tianjian Zhenren is so powerful, can he be stronger than Martial Saint?
Seeing the Zhenwu sect falling into an embarrassing situation, he just felt extremely relieved.
Taoist Longshan stared at him deeply, and then bowed slightly to the old man in the carriage:
"I have met the Martial Saint Chiyang. I have never lied to you. This time when I entered the Zhenwu Palace, I was lucky enough to pass the first level of enlightenment, the Yin-Yang Fist test, but I failed the second level, the Four Symbols Palm test. I did pass a few levels of combat power by luck, and finally got some opportunities as rewards."
"But I have not been able to obtain the Zhenwu inheritance."
He spoke very sincerely and even mentioned the names of the levels.
Everyone seemed to be thinking about something.
Could it be that the changes in the fog have nothing to do with the people of the Zhenwu Sect?
Chiyang Wusheng laughed. He finally looked at Longshan Taoist for the first time since he appeared. His laughter was a little sarcastic and seemed to be a little disdainful:
"This Saint knows."
"The assessment of Zhenwu Temple is not reasonable in the first place. The nine levels of comprehension are so difficult that no one is expected to pass them. Looking at the countless evildoers in ancient and modern times, no one has been able to pass them. How can a useless person like you who has just entered the realm of heaven and man when he is nearly a hundred years old possibly pass them?"
Everyone's face changed.
Taoist Longshan has reached the level of a celestial being when he is nearly a hundred years old. He is already a top genius. If people like him are considered trash, then what are they? Even worse than trash?
Everyone in the Zhenwu sect was indignant.
But Taoist Longshan had a calm expression.
"Since the Martial Saint knows that my Zhenwu Sect has not received the inheritance, can you please let us leave?"
The Martial Saint Chiyang straightened up slightly and looked at Taoist Longshan with interest:
"no."
Taoist Longshan asked in a deep voice:
"Why?"
Suddenly, a light shot out from the pupils of the Red Sun Martial Saint. The sun was shining brightly, with overwhelming power, and its sound was vast and grand:
"Because you don't respect this saint."
Taoist Longshan's face changed, and he felt a tremendous pressure coming down on him. He seemed to see two suns appearing in the sky, one high in the sky and one very close. The terrifying pressure made him break out in a cold sweat on his forehead. He mobilized the power of heaven and earth to resist, but it was of no avail. The changes of yin and yang had no power of resistance in the face of such an absolute power gap.
“Puff.”
Taoist Longshan’s face turned red, he vomited blood and flew backwards.
Ye Qinghe and the others caught it and vomited blood together. Just the slight aftermath of the aftermath was too much for them to bear. They were angry but dared not say anything and could only clench their fists tightly.
Everyone held their breath.
Everyone had seen how powerful Taoist Longshan was just now, but now he was like a child in front of Martial Saint Chiyang. This made everyone understand the value of the ancient saints. There was an overwhelming gap in strength. There were even rumors that this was far from the peak of the ancient saints.
Taoist Longshan steadied his body and spat out another mouthful of blood. His lungs were shaking and he had suffered internal injuries.
He knows.
This was because the Martial Saint Chiyang did not take it seriously at all and just made a casual move, otherwise he would have been beaten to death in an instant. He felt a little powerless in his heart and looked at the Sword Master Luofu next to him. He knew that the Martial Saint Chiyang was just making up an excuse, and perhaps the real reason was to vent his anger on this new subordinate.
"What the Martial Saint taught is correct." Taoist Longshan lowered his head.
He has a strong character. If he were alone, he would never surrender even if the opponent was a Martial Saint. But now, he is followed by several disciples.
Ye Qinghe and He Yan's eyes turned red, and they held their anger back. The blood of each of the third-generation disciples was burning in their chests.
Luofu Sword Master laughed so hard that his mouth was wide open.
The Black Evil Blade Master and the White Eyebrow Master also laughed, feeling somewhat gloating, but at the same time extremely excited. If they could serve under the command of the Red Sun Martial Saint and be appreciated in the future, wouldn't they have a chance to become Martial Saints?
Black Evil Blade Master said at the right time:
"Your Highness, there are still people from the Zhenwu Sect who have not come out yet."
The Martial Saint Chiyang glanced over and looked at the changes in the fog ahead. His eyes gradually became somewhat surprised:
"really?"
For the first time, he sat up straight, and the beautiful women next to him also stopped what they were doing.
Black Evil Blade Master became nervous. He originally wanted to offer a token of his gratitude, but now it seems that this information is quite important?
He said quickly:
"I would never dare to deceive the Martial Saint. There is a young Taoist priest who is no more than 20 years old who has entered the Zhenwu Sect and has not come out yet. The changes in the fog may be related to him."
Hearing this.
Everyone in the Zhenwu sect was furious.
Taoist Longshan especially wished he could kill him with his eyes.
They naturally knew that the Black Evil Blade Master was talking about Ning Qi.
Chiyang Wusheng clicked his tongue twice, his eyes becoming more and more surprised:
"I can't believe that your Zhenwu sect really has someone capable?"
Originally, he just came to see if the Zhenwu Temple was still the same, to get rid of the resentment from the past, and to see if there was a chance to try the final test again. After all, the Zhenwu Temple was recognized as mysterious and ancient, and no one knew when this tradition was passed down.
But I didn't expect that there would be an unexpected gain. The fact that it could cause such a change in Zhenwu Palace showed that this person had made a great gain.
In that case, just wait.
Perhaps there is hope for a glimpse into that final test.
Thinking of this, Chiyang Martial Saint felt a little excited. Compared with other old monsters, his foundation was much shallower. If he could get the things in the Zhenwu Palace, he might be competitive enough when the great opportunity came.
"I heard that your sect has a pretty good guy named Tianjian Zhenren? Is he here?" Martial Saint Chiyang asked casually.
Taoist Longshan said woodenly:
"Senior Tianjian's whereabouts are unknown, so I don't know."
Chiyang Wusheng sighed:
"I heard that he is very skilled with the Heavenly Sword. How about this? Go and call him over. If he can satisfy me, I will let you go today and will not take your offense seriously."
Taoist Longshan's pupils contracted, but he did not move.
The pupils of those who knew the identity of Tian Jian Zhenren all flashed with anger. Ning Qi was still in the fog, so where could he find a Tian Jian Zhenren? Moreover, the Chi Yang Martial Saint in front of him obviously had bad intentions. Even if he really called Tian Jian Zhenren, what would it matter? It would only be another humiliation.
“Unwilling?” Martial Saint Chiyang narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous aura gradually rose.
Taoist Longshan stood in front of everyone and endured it alone.
Blood kept oozing from the corners of his mouth, and under the enormous pressure, he felt that all his limbs were making creaking sounds as if they could not bear the weight, as if they would fall apart in the next second.
He held his head high, his eyes unyielding:
"If you want to kill us, just come on. A great martial saint bullies the weak, and you are not afraid of being laughed at by the world!"
The Martial Saint Chiyang smiled.
"Still a tough nut to crack? That's interesting. I've changed my mind. You're not afraid of death, right? If that's the case, I'll let you watch with your own eyes as your disciples are wiped out like ants in front of you."
His words were light, but filled with coldness.
The words fell.
A giant red palm condensed and grasped towards Taoist Longshan with a force that could overturn the sky. It was like a giant compared to an ant, the two were completely in not the same dimension. Everyone was in awe of the strength of the Martial Saint, while the people of the Zhenwu Sect were somewhat desperate.
However, the crowd was not afraid.
Looking at Taoist Longshan who kept coughing up blood, everyone just hated themselves for not being strong enough.
"Old dog Chiyang, if there comes a day, I will kill you!" Ye Qinghe shouted coldly, his pupils flushed.
“How dare a mere ant compete with the bright moon?” Martial Saint Chiyang said disdainfully.
The giant palm suppresses.
Everyone held their breath.
Taoist Longshan sighed. He never expected that he would fall on the eve of the rise of the Zhenwu Sect. He had tried his best, but unfortunately, the gap was too big.
At this time.
A dragon roar resounded through the sky, shaking everyone's soul. They heard immense anger in the roar.
Everyone looked over subconsciously.
Then a white real dragon was seen rushing out from the fog, with unparalleled power and a suffocating sense of oppression. The real dragon came to the world, calling the wind and rain, the sea overturned, and the warships swayed left and right. The strong men in the realm of heaven and man were all horrified. The real dragon spit out a white streak of light, and the red giant palm that suppressed the people of Zhenwu Sect was instantly shattered into pieces.
Groan!!
The real dragon roared, and everyone was shocked.
But what attracted everyone's attention was the young Taoist standing on the head of a real dragon, dressed in white, looking extraordinary.
He said nothing, but just stared coldly at Martial Saint Chiyang, but everyone felt a bone-chilling chill for no apparent reason, as if a disaster was about to happen.
Another Ancient Saint?
But some people have recognized the identity of the person who came, and their eyes are full of disbelief.
If this isn’t the young Taoist priest from the Zhenwu Sect who has yet to appear, then who could this be?
Everyone in the Zhenwu Sect was extremely excited, and they were trembling with excitement. Taoist Longshan let out a long sigh, his eyes full of relief. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that these disciples who were still growing and strong would die with him, which would be a pity.
Taoist Longshan, Ye Qinghe and others who knew Ning Qi's identity were relatively better off. The other three generations of disciples stared with their eyes wide open, excited and shocked at the same time:
"Uncle Nine is so powerful?"
Although they didn't know how old Ning Qi was, they knew he was very young.
The next moment.
The Martial Saint Chiyang answered their questions.
"Which fellow Taoist has come?" Martial Saint Chiyang was somewhat surprised and doubtful.
He sensed a similar aura on Ning Qi, and it was obvious that he was also an ancient saint who had been resurrected. But for a moment he could not figure out Ning Qi's background. From the aura of the white dragon under the feet of the young Taoist, he knew that the man in front of him had an extraordinary control over spiritual power. Anyone with such ability could not be an unknown person.
Ning Qi ignored it.
He rode the white dragon and landed in front of the people of Zhenwu Sect. Looking at the bloodstains on Taoist Longshan's robe and his weak breath, the coldness in his eyes became even stronger.
He circulated the internal Qi in his body, transformed it into tremendous vitality, and injected it into Taoist Longshan's body. Just like a dead tree coming back to life, Taoist Longshan's condition recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Seeing this, Martial Saint Chiyang's pupils shrank again. Several names appeared in his mind, but he rejected them one by one.
"You are so arrogant, fellow Taoist!" Martial Saint Chiyang snorted coldly, his eyes gradually becoming unfriendly.
Ning Qi still ignored it.
He turned to look at the others, and Ye Qinghe had quickly told Ning Qi everything that had happened before.
Ning Qi listened.
His expression became calmer.
After being ignored repeatedly, Martial Saint Chiyang gradually lost his patience. After all, he was an ancient sage, and he had to treat even the Great Martial Saint Yan with courtesy. The reason why he was so polite was just that he didn't want to make enemies for nothing. However, Ning Qi's continuous neglect undoubtedly made him feel humiliated.
"A person who hides his head and shows his tail..." The shout has not yet fallen.
Ning Qi attacked again.
He stretched out his hand and waved it, and sky swords gathered in the air. When this signature skill was displayed, everyone was stunned, and the identity of the Taoist boy in front of them was obvious.
Tianjian Zhenren? !
But isn’t Master Tianjian an old man? How could he be so young? Could this be his true identity?
Everyone was shocked.
Luofu Sword Master, in particular, couldn't help but tremble his body. Tianjian Zhenren had become his psychological shadow, and his sudden appearance in front of him made him subconsciously move closer to Chiyang Martial Saint, but the next moment, his body trembled even more violently.
I saw hundreds of swords in the sky split into three.
One locked onto Luofu Sword Master, one locked onto Black Evil Knife Master, and one locked onto White Eyebrow Master.
In Ning Qi's heart.
All three of them deserved to die.
The undisguised murderous intent made the three people's faces change drastically, and their eyes were full of fear. The terrifying edge made them completely lose their composure. Luofu Sword Master screamed:
"Master Martial Saint, save me!"
The other two also approached Chiyang Martial Saint at a rapid speed.
The expression on Chiyang Martial Saint's face was even uglier. He didn't care about the lives of these three people, but this move undoubtedly showed that they didn't take him seriously at all. That kind of contempt made him furious.
"How dare you! Let me see who you are!"
He stepped out of the golden carriage and pointed his finger. A large sun compass suddenly appeared in front of his chest. There were many mysterious patterns on it, which were dazzling. It seemed as if there were many strange beasts engraved on it.
The compass slowly turned, and the buzzing sound resounded through the sky, making everyone's heart palpitate, and finally it locked onto a strange bird-like beast.
The next moment.
The flames suddenly increased, and accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, a golden crow appeared from the compass.
When the Golden Crow appeared, the temperature rose sharply. The sea water was evaporated in an instant, forming a huge pit. It was a spectacular sight. Three real fires spewed out from the Golden Crow's mouth, blocking the Heavenly Swords in three directions.
If Ning Qi wanted to kill him, he would save him!
Everyone's breathing was stagnant.
The duel between the two ancient saints made them feel their scalps tingling, and they would suffer unexpected disasters if they were not careful.
Ning Qi's expression remained calm.
He stood in the void, and the white dragon under his seat roared and attacked, turning the clouds and rain. Streams of water shot up into the sky and turned into cages to trap the true fire. Ning Qi activated the mysterious Small Zhenwu Seal, which had the effect of suppressing space, and the Golden Crow True Fire, which was originally coming with great momentum, was immediately blocked.
The face of Martial Saint Chiyang changed drastically. It was too late for him to change his tactics. He could only watch as the heavenly swords pressed down on him.
Boom!
The three powerful men on the Heavenly Man Ranking are certainly strong, but they are far inferior to Ning Qi.
There was no way he could fight back in front of the Heavenly Sword.
The Heavenly Sword cleans the ground.
Countless people were speechless and could only stare blankly at this scene. The sea overturned and even the seabed was exposed.
Wait until everything is calm.
Where are the three Luofu Sword Masters?
There's not even a slag left.
Everyone shuddered with fear, and looked at the young Taoist priest with awe in their eyes.
This Master Tianjian... has such a murderous nature!
It is true that hearing about it is worse than meeting it in person.
The angry roar of the Red Sun Martial Saint broke the silence:
"Good! Very good! It seems that you really want to break up with me. I don't care who you are. If I don't leave something behind today, others will think that I, Chi Yang, am weak and can be bullied in the future!"
His face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out of it. The compass on his chest began to spin rapidly, and wisps of golden-red light burst out completely.
Originally, he was just angry, but now, it is a battle for dignity.
A big sun was floating in the sky and the Golden Crow spread its wings, becoming more and more ferocious. The terrifying temperature made the warriors in the Heaven and Human Realm sweat profusely, and the other warriors felt dry mouth and tongue, as if they would be dead in the next second. They had to stay far away, otherwise they would turn into mummies in an instant or even turn into powder.
The sea water was evaporated into white mist, which was then burned away. The entire sea level was continuously dropping, and the surrounding sea water could not flow in. A horrible sea cave was formed where the two stood.
The scene was extremely horrifying, and countless people were shocked by the power of the ancient sage.
But Ning Qi was very calm.
"Anyone who insults my teacher will die."
The faint words were filled with murderous intent. The three people just now were just appetizers. The Red Sun Martial Saint was the source of everything.
The Chiyang Martial Saint in front of him was much inferior to the Baishan Taoist and the Barbarian Emperor. At best, he was at the same level as the Treasure Tree Buddha. He was already not afraid of the Treasure Tree Buddha when he was in the Zhenxuan Mountain before. Now, after so much time, his control over spiritual power has been continuously improved during the experiments with the Sword Demon, and his strength has become even stronger. Naturally, he will not be afraid of the Chiyang Martial Saint.
Yu Wangzhu was shaking, and he was giving it his all. The white dragon scales were shining, and the dragon claws were cold, as if he wanted to tear the void.
The next moment.
The White Dragon then fought with the Golden Crow.
Pitch-black cracks appeared where the two spiritual beasts were fighting, and quickly dissipated. Waves shook the sky, and the surrounding power of heaven and earth began to become disordered.
"This is the ancient saint who once appeared in Zhenxuan Mountain. I didn't expect that he is from the Zhenwu Sect! He is also the Heavenly Sword Master. No wonder the Zhenwu Sect could rise so quickly. It turns out that there is an ancient saint as its foundation!"
Someone recognized Ning Qi who had taken action on Zhenxuan Mountain and cried out in surprise.
They saw.
The White Dragon was clearly more powerful and beat the Golden Crow severely. If it weren't for the Great Sun Compass that was constantly supplying spiritual power to it, the Golden Crow would have already shown signs of decline.
But even so, it is easy to tell which one is higher and which one is lower.
Chiyang Wusheng's face was grim. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and said angrily:
"Who are you? If you are an ancient saint, you cannot enter the Zhenwu Palace. Who are you?!"
He had a terrible guess in his mind, but he also found it unbelievable.
Ning Qi just smiled calmly:
“A frog in a well.”
Martial Saint Chiyang's face turned even redder. This ridicule made him extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't help but reflect on whether there was really any secret that he didn't know.
Ning Qi performed a magic spell.
Spiritual power is unpredictable.
The so-called White Dragon and Golden Crow are actually just appearances. The most profound duel is the two people's control over spiritual power.
Now that he had figured out the details of Chiyang Martial Saint, he no longer held back.
Ning Qi's eyes were cold. Chiyang Martial Saint insulted his master and deserved to die!
Even if I can't kill him now, I have to remember this account and make him pay a sufficient price.
The breath in the body is churning.
Ning Qi’s strength has never only come from the Yu Wang Pearl.
If we put aside those secret treasures of the Martial Saint, his actual strength would be much more terrifying than that of the Ancient Saint at this stage!
The bridge between heaven and man is in motion, and the three flowers are gathering at the top of the head.
The power of heaven and earth gathered together, ignoring the chaotic environment.
Then, in everyone's shocked gaze.
One after another, the sky swords condensed into shape. Compared with the previous scene, the current scene was much more terrifying. The sky swords were as numerous as stars, densely filling the void. The endless sharp aura made even the Martial Saint Chiyang look in disbelief.
How could he not see that this was the explosive power displayed by the pure force of heaven and earth?
Ning Qi's eyes were calm and cold.
"Ten thousand swords return to their origin!"
(End of this chapter)
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