Qingzhou.

A mountain stands among it. The mountain is not very high but the fog is long. Occasionally, there are cranes soaring, which is a fairy-like atmosphere.

Such peaks are not rare in Qingzhou, but no one dares to ignore them.

Because the name of this mountain is called Wudang!

If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals!

Just because this is the Wudang Sect, it has become the holy land of martial arts in the Qingzhou Rivers and Lakes.

Wudang Sect!

It has stood in the world for countless years, but it is a sect that has been passed down from ancient times.

Regarding the long history, even Shenwu is far behind.

The only thing that can be compared with Wudang in the world in terms of heritage is Shaolin Temple, which is also a sect in Zhenzhou.

In the Qingzhou world, it is also honored to be worshipped in Wudang.

Wudang Mountain, on the cliff of enlightenment.

A young man stood there quietly in a purple Taoist robe, his eyes were introverted, and his angular face was as strong as a knife and a chisel, as if he was motionless like a sculpture.

On the ground, a wide and thick heavy sword was halfway into the soil.

call!

The breeze floats gently.

When passing by the young man, it seemed as if something had been touched. The terrifying sword intent turned into a realm, tearing all the touched parts into pieces.

The young man did not see any movement. The heavy sword inserted on the ground rose from the ground, and the round sword body slashed into the sea of ​​clouds in front of him, instantly dispelling the sea of ​​clouds.

"The heavy sword has no edge, and it is not a good idea. It seems that you have made some achievements in this path!"

A calm voice came from behind, and a middle-aged Taoist appeared as if suddenly.

The young man turned around and bowed immediately and said, "Disciple has seen Master!"

Xuan Yin looked at the person in front of him, and there seemed to be a look of relief and regret in his eyes.

As the head of Wudang, Mo Qingchi was his closed disciple and the most outstanding disciple, no doubt about it.

It is precisely that he will overcome difficulties and establish Mo Qingchi as Daozi and as the leader of Wu Dangjin disciples.

After a while, Xuan Yin said, "The Zhengtian Sect has established a saint son!"

"I dare to ask Master, who is it?"

Mo Qingchi was stunned for a moment and asked immediately.

The Holy Son of Zhengtian Sect!

The last saint son of Zhengtian Sect fell in his hands and fulfilled his name as the Sword Saint.

Since then, the position of the Holy Son of Zhengtian Sect has been hanging in the air.

But now that Zhengtian Sect has established a Holy Son again, Mo Qingchi naturally knows what it represents.

"Stop!"

"Fang Xiu?"

When Mo Qingchi heard this strange name, he couldn't help but show doubts in his eyes.

He has never heard of this name before.

In terms of the status of Zhengtian Sect, the Son established will not be an ordinary person.

Xuan Yin said: "Fang Xiu is a genius who has only risen in the past one or two years. It took less than two years to go from a third-rate warrior to the innate extreme realm.

The rapid cultivation speed can be regarded as a shock to the past and present!"

"Master, take this truth!"

Hearing this, Mo Qingchi's pupils couldn't help but suddenly shrink.

In two years, from a third-rate warrior to the innate extreme realm.

Even he took decades to reach his current state.

Moreover, the speed of cultivation in this way is ahead of most people, and they can regard themselves as geniuses.

But now, what Xuan Yin said was that someone had completed his decades of achievements in two years. Even though Mo Qingchi had a strong heart, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"good!"

Xuan Yin nodded slightly and said with some emotion: "Fang Xiu is an outstanding martial arts talent, even this person has never heard of it!"

"and!"

"He killed the martial arts master Xi Hua with his cultivation level in the ultimate realm!"

"The combat power has also surpassed the limit!"

Innate Reverse Slaying Master!

Since Shenwu established the divine states, only Mo Qingchi has done it alone.

Now I have added another one.

Xuan Yin did not ignore Fang Xiu.

Although he has reached the realm of peerless power and is the top strong man in Jiuzhou, Fang Xiu's talent and strength indicate that once the other party grows up, it should not be underestimated.

At least in Xuan Yin's opinion, except for Mo Qingchi who could suppress the other party, the other disciples in Wudang were inferior to each other.

Mo Qingchi suddenly said, "Master is worried that he will break into the martial arts master first, but not to mention that I have broken into the master's realm with half a foot, even if I don't have one, I don't need to worry.

The master of martial arts and disciples have never been killed!"

As he spoke, Mo Qingchi's back was straight, and the sword intent in his eyes was solid as if he could break through his body and kill all obstacles at any time.

He has killed the master of martial arts!

If the other party thinks that he can suppress him as soon as he steps into the master, then he will let the other party recognize what reality is.

Seeing this, Xuan Yin shook his head and said, "You have just passed Yizhe. Your sharpness is too great and I can't understand the principle of Yin Sheng of Wudang, so I have been unable to break into the master of martial arts.

If you can restrain your sharpness, you should break through the realm and become a master!"

"The doctrine of the mean is not the way of disciples, so what about the master of martial arts? The disciple's martial arts should be broken with one sword. The threshold of the master of martial arts will definitely not stop the disciple's pace!"

Mo Qingchi said firmly.

He has his way.

Although he understood the truth that Xuan Yin said, this was not the way he was going.

"Master is here just to inform the disciples about this?"

"There's another thing!"

Xuan Yin took out a gold-edged post from his sleeve and handed it over.

Mo Qingchi took the post and flipped it out.

A terrifying fighting spirit surged into the sky and turned into a long river to try to submerge him in it.

Then a terrifying sword intent burst out from Mo Qingchi's eyes, tearing the long river of fighting spirit to pieces.

"war!"

The fighting spirit disappeared and turned into a cold sound that came into Mo Qingchi's ears.

Immediately afterwards, the posts in Mo Qingchi's hand suddenly turned into powder and scattered.

Xuan Yin said: "On the eighth day of the ninth lunar month, Shengyue Peak!"

"good!"

Mo Qingchi's eyes were no longer visible at this time, and he nodded slightly solemnly.

War letter!

He didn't expect that Fang Xiu dared to write a letter of war to him as soon as he became the saint of Zhengtian Sect.

Judging from the shocking fighting spirit just now, the opponent's strength was even stronger than he had imagined.

That fighting spirit had already touched the sword intent in his heart.

What really made Mo Qingchi care about was that the location of the challenge this time was Shengyun Peak.

The place where he fought a decisive battle with the previous saint of Zhengtian Sect was on the Holy Flowing Peak.

But he was not the one who fell on the Holy Flow Peak.

The previous saint son of Zhengtian Sect sprinkled blood from the Holy Flowing Peak, which established his name as the Sword Saint and also established his position as the No. 1 in the Innate List.

Mo Qingchi suddenly had a premonition that this battle at Shengyun Peak might be the opportunity for him to enter the martial arts master.

The grandmaster realm that had been trapped for a long time may be at the time of truly taking that step.

Mo Qingchi's eyes were cold and arrogant, and his face appeared.

"On the eighth day of the ninth lunar month, on the Holy Fallen Peak!"

"I will lend your blood to help me break through the threshold of the master!"
Chapter completed!