He didn't want to be in the same sect as Ye Qinghan, where there would be no peace all day long, and he would probably be harassed by Ye Qinghan to compete with him every day.
A quiet sect like Changming Sect is suitable for him.
Zhou Xingyun was not sure whether Ye Qinghan still hated him, but at least the elders from the Wenjian Sect should be grateful to him. Without his deception, Ye Qinghan might have become a member of the Changming Sect.
At this point, the two young and famous sword cultivators, when signing up to become apprentices, one chose the Wenjian Sect and the other chose the Changming Sect.
Whatever the Wenjian Sect can do, the Changming Sect can do as well; and whatever the Wenjian Sect cannot do, the Changming Sect can also do.
Changming Sect is the only sect that has had monks from all four sects. This sect does not specialize in anything, but is good at everything.
The four cultivators in the Spirit Transformation Stage were not good people at all. Seeing that they were in the mood to chat, one of them stretched out a strange and changeable silk thread with his fingertips and fiercely grabbed a dozen water creatures. With an empty look in his eyes, he attacked them.
"She can also control the enemy?"
Xue Yu: "It seems so."
It's too troublesome. All the aquatic creatures controlled by the countless silk threads turned around and rushed towards them. Mu Chongxi tried to cut them off with his sword. There was a crisp collision sound, and the thin silk threads were like steel without any signs of damage. "No."
Not powerful enough.
Mu Chongxi suddenly had an idea: "Does anyone still remember the hand gestures Ye Qinghan made at that time?"
"How about using the sword technique of the Sword-Asking Sect?" The Sword-Asking Sect's main method is to break all techniques with one sword.
Mingxuan: "Forgot." They just looked for a place to hide. They couldn't resist the momentum at all. And few people could copy the sword techniques of other sects.
Mu Chongxi regretfully gave up the idea.
Seeing that this group of people were planning to use the sword techniques inherited from the Sword-Asking Sect, Sword-Asking Sect's expression was very interesting. Chu Xingzhi waved his hand and said, "Don't they have their own sword techniques? This is too much."
"The Changming Sect's sword technique is too weak. In terms of effect, the Wenjian Sect's is definitely better."
"Although the Sword-Asking Sect is strong, the Changming Sect is not bad either." Qin Huai frowned and said something human, "They can definitely be cut off with the Changming Sect's sword tactics. I just don't know which of these three people inherited the will of the Changming Sect's founder?"
Ye Qiao is definitely not.
So who is it, Mu Chongxi, who was born with a sword bone, or Zhou Xingyun?
The next second they knew who was carrying out the will of the founder of the Changming Sect.
“Zheng——”
The sound of a sword suddenly rang out. He swung the Dust-Breaking Sword in his hand and slashed at the beast tide.
The sword intent of the Supreme Forgetfulness.
At this moment, the murderous intent was so strong that the huge impact force pushed the person a hundred meters away, and there was blood mist everywhere he went.
Such a fierce sword energy.
"Oh my god." Mu Chongxi was dumbfounded. "Is this the sword technique of our Changming Sect?"
"It's obvious." Xue Yu was also impressed by his handsomeness. He stared at him for a few seconds. "Which sect do you think the senior who split the good and evil with one sword and brought peace for a hundred years came from?"
Mu Chongxi opened his mouth in surprise, "Is it our sect?"
Xue Yu nodded. Monks and demons have always been at odds with each other. Later, a senior swordsman split the crack with a sword, and all the demons that grew from it were suppressed by the sword energy. This boundary was called the Demon Abyss, and the demons have been quiet for nearly a hundred years since then.
It is rarely mentioned in the world of cultivation, but it is recorded in the library.
Qin Huai narrowed his eyes, and his fighting spirit rose. "Ye Qinghan, if this sword was you, could you take it?"
Ye Qinghan shook his head.
Among the sword-wielding lineages, the Sword-Wenjian Sect is the strongest, but that doesn't mean the sword-cultivating ancestors of the other sects are vegetarians.
Zhou Xingyun's sword chopped down hundreds of monsters and demons in front of him, shocking the dragons who were immersed in the battle and swung their tails at them in surprise.
This kind of surprise is no less than when the person they thought was weak suddenly breaks their cognition one day.
A young dragon asked in a low voice, "What kind of Taoism does he practice?"
"The Supreme Forgetfulness." Wangqing said with a clear mind and empty eyes.
"What about that?" He pointed at Mu Chongxi, who was slashing and chopping with his sword, and wherever he went, there was surging sword energy.
"Go forward courageously... ask your conscience?"
All in all, they are not easy to deal with.
How did they think these disciples had good tempers in the first place?
"They do have good tempers." Seeing the complaints of his fellow tribesmen, Ao Li lowered his eyelashes and said something fair: "I have endured until now and have not beaten you."
This is also a kind of determination. If it were the Sword Questioning Sect, Ye Qinghan's sword would have been coldly placed across their necks.
Several young boys and girls from the Dragon Clan couldn't help but feel embarrassed. It was not that they were discriminating, but mainly because these people were too young. In the world of cultivation where it was easy to take a hundred years to cultivate, they were like children who had not grown up.
If we think about the problem from the perspective of the dragon clan, we can't expect a group of five or six-year-old children to save the world.
"Attack Mingxuan and capture Fu Xiu first."
The two sword cultivators were not easy to deal with, and Mingxuan, the powerless talisman cultivator, was targeted again. How could a mage like him fight in close combat? He was soon pulled down and dragged to the ground.
The huge impact caused a wave of waves, and Mingxuan was smashed down as the sky and the earth spun. He looked around and stared at the sword that was slashing towards him. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows viciously, "You are gone, I tell you."
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