"Zheng Xianxian...come here, come here..."

As such sounds continued to echo, a sword light rippling with terrifying pressure passed over the top of Thirty-One Peak.

Although this sword beam is small, it is like a real comet passing by. The cold energy of the stars even causes the temperature in Xuantian Thirty-one Peaks to drop sharply.

Its arrival directly aroused the spiritual energy reaction of the Xuantian Sect's mountain-protecting array. Auras of spiritual light flashed continuously in the air, and the domes of light that were usually hidden in the void suddenly appeared in outline.

"Who has such a terrible sword?"

"Who is Zheng Xianxian, and why is his name so familiar?"

"Are you going to die? You don't even remember the name of the sect leader."

"Who dares to call the formation like this? Is he the enemy of the sect leader?"

The thirty-one peaks of Xuantian Sect were shaken, and many disciples were shocked and their expressions changed.

Even when the world of cultivation is in turmoil, there are still many monks in many sects who are just waiting to die. Not to mention that after the Three Saints formulated the Taoism, many monks in the sects have even forgotten it in the past ten years.

Got the taste of fighting.

"It's really arrogant!"

Several loud shouts shook the heaven and earth.

The next moment, streaks of cold sword light shot through the air, and bursts of cold sword intent made many inactive monks in the Xuantian Sect break out in cold sweat.

"Is it Gufeng?"

"This sword light came from Gufeng. Is it the sword of that crazy woman?"

"What is she going to do?"

As the sword light continued to rise into the sky, the vast sword energy merged into one, and when the gathered sword light began to surge towards the direction of the lonely peak, many monks in Xuantian Sect reacted.

Hundreds of sword lights formed a curtain of light, pressing towards the lonely peak in a mighty manner.

Lu Shenliang and Wang Li stood on the edge of the stone platform facing the thirty-one peaks, quietly watching the sword lights.

He Lingxiu stood behind the two of them very low-key.

The swords of ordinary monks of the Xuantian Sect were naturally mediocre in her eyes, but it was undeniable that the momentum of a sect with so many monks wielding swords was indeed somewhat fierce.

The sword rays shot forward one after another, seeming to stab the entire solitary peak into pieces.

"Lu Shenliang, have you lost your mind and gone crazy again? You dare to stab the mountain guarding formation with your sword without shouting and screaming here!" A sharp shout sounded from a distance of several miles, and the person who made this sharp shout sounded

The man stepping on a huge black-gold sword was none other than Zong Hengyuan, who had visited Gufeng not long ago and was called Master Hengyuan's uncle by Wang Li.

So many swords were pressing down on the lonely peak, but Lu Shenliang still looked calm and calm. Facing Zong Hengyuan's question this time, she frowned slightly, "The swords stabbed the mountain-protecting formation, did I hit it?"

?”

Zong Hengyuan was stunned.

"Did you get stabbed?" Lu Shenliang asked seriously.

Zong Hengyuan still couldn't keep up with her rhythm for a while, and didn't know how to answer this sentence.

"Didn't you speak loudly just now and now you can't speak?" Lu Shenliang asked strangely.

Zong Hengyuan's breath suddenly stopped, and anger appeared in his eyes, "The thorn didn't hit, but..."

"But, if I didn't stab it, it means I didn't want to stab the mountain-protecting array with my sword at all. What are you shouting about!" Lu Shenliang sneered, "I want to stab the mountain-protecting array. Isn't it bigger than a mountain-protecting array?"

If I can't stab it, is it as bad as your sword?"

"I..." Zong Hengyuan hesitated, then became furious, "What did you say!"

"Are you deaf too?" Lu Shenliang pointed at him with a finger and said word by word: "I...said...your...sword...gang...is...poor!"

"You!" Zong Hengyuan's face was so red that he almost bled.

"What are you doing? You don't dare compete with me in sword-gang competition. You fly around with such a big sword-gang all day long. It's okay to frighten low-level disciples. How can you still frighten others? How can you frighten others all day long?"

You fooled others, and you even fooled yourself into believing that you were really powerful?" Lu Shenliang retracted her finger, pointed at him, and said sarcastically: "I'm not calling you, so why are you jumping up here?"

Although He Lingxiu remained silent, she was greatly admired in her heart.

Both are dialogue geniuses, but Wang Li is a real thief, while Lu Shenliang is obviously domineering and has a completely different style.

"Brother Zong, please step back!"

A voice that seemed a little old sounded.

"Uncle Liu, don't say anything." But before the old voice could say the second sentence, Lu Shenliang's voice had already sounded, "Don't rely on your old age to show off your skills. It's not you I'm calling."

It was an old man with a silver sword on his feet.

The silver light of the sword gang under his feet was very bright, as if countless transparent gems were inlaid in the sword gang.

The old man's face was originally purple, but when Lu Shenliang said this, his face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, "You, a junior, don't know what is good and what is good!"

"Yes, I don't know what is good and what is evil." Lu Shenliang smiled faintly, "But I can still tell the difference between spiritual energy and stinky smell. Do you still want to shout after shit has been poured on your head?"

"you!"

The old man was so angry that his whole body was trembling, "You go directly to Wuxiao Mountain Gate. If you commit the crime below, call the sect master by his name and be disrespectful to the teacher, you must know that I can punish you!"

"Really?" The elixir light suddenly appeared on Lu Shenliang's body.

boom!

This group of monks who came with swords and swords were instantly filled with aura, and they all retreated hastily.

"What are you doing? I don't want to blow up the golden elixir." Lu Shenliang suppressed her smile and said calmly.

He Lingxiu was dumbfounded. She only felt that Lu Shenliang was really a goddess, not a nymphomaniac.

"Then look, where am I?" Lu Shenliang directly refused to let the old man speak. She was originally the most talented person in the Xuantian Sect, and now she had a clear mind. Even if they quarreled, they could not get along with her at all.

She compared, "I am in Gufeng. As disciples of Xuantian Sect, you should know that Gufeng is the sword testing peak designated by the ancestor of Xuantian Sect, and it is also a sword competition platform."

As soon as she said this, the Xuantian Sect monks who were shouting angrily on their swords suddenly fell silent.

"What do you mean?" He Lingxiu was puzzled. She felt that the faces of these Xuantian Sect monks were a little strange, so she couldn't help but send a message to Wang Li.

"My senior sister is really a genius." Wang Li couldn't help but praise Lu Shenliang first, and then explained: "The lonely peak is far away from the other Xuantian Thirty-one Peaks. In the past, this was originally the Xuantian Sect's sword-testing peak. It inspires people here.

Jian Gang conforms to the rules of the sect. If there were Xuantian Sect disciples who could inspire Jian Gang here and threaten the Thirty-one Peaks, the masters in the sect might be very happy. There is an unparalleled person in the sect.

In addition, Gufeng is also the sword competition platform of Xuantian Sect. According to the rules of Xuantian Sect, here you can have fair sword competitions and fight with other monks in the sect, regardless of their status. That senior sister

It would be disrespectful to call the sect master elsewhere, but here, it is not against the sect rules to invite the sect leader to a sword show and call him by his first name."

"Awesome." He Lingxiu immediately felt that he couldn't mess with senior sister Wang Li.

It's one thing to have great cultivation, but it's another thing to be able to make reasonable use of the rules.

People who have both are really easy to kill.

"Zheng Xianxian, are you coming?" Lu Shenliang shouted again: "If you dare to wash away the turbid air on the lonely peak, don't you dare to compete with me in sword competition according to the sect's rules?"

"shut up!"

A female cultivator in her thirties shouted sternly, "The sect leader is practicing Qingmu Jian Gang in seclusion, how can he have time to calm down with you!"

"Then if he doesn't come, you will come?" Lu Shenliang was not angry, but looked at the female cultivator quietly: "What's your name?"

The female cultivator suddenly paused.

Just when Lu Shenliang looked at her, the sword under her feet naturally shrank back.

She did not answer Lu Shenliang's words at this time, but said sternly: "Lv Shenliang, you only know that you are terrifying with your self-explosion golden elixir. We only compete with normal monks in the sword competition, how can we compete with the unconscious ones?"

Monks competing with swords?"

"The rules established by the founder of Xuantian Sect do not prevent people from self-exploding golden elixirs, nor do they say that disciples whose souls have been damaged cannot compete with swords here." Lu Shenliang glanced at the female cultivator with disdain.

, said: "If you don't dare to compete with me in sword competition, don't humiliate yourself. If you bother others to compete in sword competition, the sect's rules have their own punishments."

"Senior Sister Lu, it's just that in our Xuantian Sect's sect rules, we don't invite people to compete in sword competition. Others must comply with this." At this moment, a young monk in white shirt was facing Lu Shen seriously.

Liang Liang bowed and said: "The sect leader is still in seclusion to practice swordsmanship. It is up to him to decide whether he should respond or not. Senior Sister Lu, it is not appropriate for you to keep shouting and inviting you to fight. Even if the sect master should not respond to you, you will not

Ying is arrogant and unreasonable. What's more, according to what you mean, Senior Sister Lu, if you invite people to compete in sword competition at will, then shouldn't the young monks among our sect masters also be able to invite Junior Brother Wang Li to compete in sword competition at will?"

"..." Wang Li suddenly had a headache.

Can this also be used to lay down a sword?

He knew full well that Lu Shenliang was about to let out a bad breath, so he kept a low profile and didn't say a word, but the fire was still able to burn him.

"Your Xuantian Sect is not good at anything, and it ranks first in internal fighting." He Lingxiu suddenly gloated, "And this senior brother of yours seems to be more scheming than you."

"You want to compete with Wang Li in a sword competition?"

Lu Shenliang, on the other hand, became interested. She looked at the young monk in white shirt and said, "What you are saying is that if Zheng Xianxian can't come out to compete with me this time and I don't give up, you will find me right away."

Wang Li competes with swords?"

The young monk in white clothes raised his eyebrows slightly, and he saluted seriously again, saying: "We are all disciples of Xuantian Sect, and we don't want to make it so embarrassing. Senior Sister Lu, you are using your power to overpower others. I just agree with you, Senior Sister."

Just thinking about it.”

"It's a good idea." Lu Shenliang said thoughtfully, "If I remember correctly, your name is Li Daoqi? You seemed to have been to Gufeng with Zong Hengyuan last time, and you were with Wang Li before.

It seems that among the monks who started at the same time, you still have the best relationship?"

The young monk in white shirt nodded and said, "Senior Sister Lu is right."
Chapter completed!