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There is a huge gap between the Transformation God and the Nascent Soul. It can arouse the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and can move mountains and fill seas with just a few moves.

Overlapping sword shadows pressed down on Zhou An like a mountain. Each sword shadow was transformed from a physical blade fragment, with both physical and phantom shadows. The interaction between the virtual and the real was full of murderous intent.

No one expected that this battle would be so loud, and the sword light soaring into the sky could be seen thousands of miles away.

"No!" Wang Mang realized something was wrong. If the fight continued like this, one of the two sides would definitely die. But he couldn't stop it with his abilities. He could only watch helplessly, and no one present could stop it.

An old man with white eyebrows and beard sat cross-legged at the top of the city, looking in this direction, shaking his head and saying: "The young man is still too angry, and he has no worries at all. Now the sword cultivator named An will be defeated." .”

"You Wen is a member of the Wangtian Sect after all. The Wangtian Sect's swordsmanship is so profound, but losing is not considered a real loss. He lost to the Wangtian Sect, not You Wen."

"You Wen must have realized this. His talent in swordsmanship is not as good as his opponent's."

There are some things that I have seen at the beginning but are not willing to admit.

Before the sword mountain fell, a yellow sword light penetrated the sword mountain and penetrated You Wen's protective aura. A bronze knife was inserted into his forehead, and blood flowed continuously.

You Wen fell from the sky and landed heavily on the river. He was thrown to the floor like a dead fish. His body quickly dried up and decayed, as if he had been dead for many years.

Zhou An's clothes were mostly torn, and his body was covered with large and small wounds. He held a sword in one hand. He stood next to You Wen's body and looked down at him, "Why bother? If you lose, just admit it. If you don't, why not?" He killed himself."

He didn't originally want to kill You Wen, but You Wen wanted to die on his own and hit the knife edge, but there was nothing he could do.

Immediately afterwards.

He noticed that the yellow aura like a swimming dragon gathered here and continuously poured into his body, making his state of mind, body, and strength further strengthened.

"Is this luck?"

He was stunned and felt that he had gained an ability out of thin air.

Sword Fight: Ignore the suppression of sword intent, and increase the damage caused to targets who also have sword intent by 20%. 】

"No wonder the immortal cultivators in this world care so much about reputation. It turns out that there is such a relationship. The greater the reputation, the stronger the strength, and the faster the cultivation speed?"

Zhou An realizes that this world is special. No wonder there are so many people challenging him in the past few days. They all want to try for fame. Fame will bring corresponding luck, and they can become stronger when they complement each other. .

But he felt that this was a nonsense in itself and unreasonable.

But since this is the rule of this world, he has no way to change it, he can only adapt.

Not long after, two disciples of Wangtian Sect came over and took away You Wen's body in a hurry, and threatened Zhou An:

"Zhou, this matter is not over yet. You killed Senior Brother You Wen today, and our Wangtian Sect will not let it go."

Zhou An just felt a little helpless. He couldn't explain this kind of thing, and he was indeed the one who killed You Wen. "Isn't this a rift with the Wangtian Sect?"

Jian Jiu came over and whispered: "Brother Zhou, why don't you run away now? Wangtian Sect is famous for protecting shortcomings and will definitely find various ways to retaliate against you."

Zhou An sneered and said, "What am I afraid of? He You Wen seeks death on his own, and if he dies, he will die. Even if Wangtian Sect troubles me, he will not do anything openly.

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"Such a large sect still needs to save face after all."

The news spread quickly, and the entire Qingzhou and even Hezhou knew that You Wen died under Zhou An's sword.

The whole city of Wu'an was a scene of joy. Red lanterns were hung on the streets. It looked so festive that some people thought it was a festival.

Zhou An has been regarded as a monk in Qingzhou by default, so the victory of the monks in Qingzhou over the monks in Hezhou should be worthy of celebration.

Qi Fugui also held a special celebration banquet in the evening. Not many people came. Most of them were people from the palace or people they were particularly close to.

This approach also has ulterior motives.

Zhou An could tell that Qi Fugui had ambitions, but he was hiding them. He could only hide them when the time came, and he would be an idle prince in this place.

The members of the royal family are all cultivators of the Huang Luck Dao. The more prosperous the place they manage and the larger the population, the stronger their cultivation will naturally be.

The territory of Daqi is vast. The emperor of Daqi has lived for thousands of years. His cultivation has reached a period of integration. It is difficult to take another step forward. The path of fortune is related to the country and the country. The development of Daqi has reached a limit. If you want to To go further, we must explore other aspects.

And those powerful immortal cultivating sects often have powerful monks sitting in charge, and they even have the ability to overthrow the entire dynasty on their own. Generally speaking, both sides are in a state of incompatibility.

It's just that even if a cultivator has a long lifespan, there is a limit, and Huang Yundao has a huge flaw, that is, his lifespan is far less than that of other cultivators, and a thousand years is the limit.

Today's Daqi seems to be peaceful and peaceful, but in fact, there are undercurrents, and various forces have infiltrated into it, hoping to get a piece of the pie.

There are many mortals in the dynasty, but there are very few powerful monks. Most of the talented monks will join the immortal sect, and some sects with good foundation can more easily cultivate powerful monks.

This also led to the fact that there were very few, or even none, sword cultivators like Zhou An who did not belong to any immortal cultivating sect but were powerful at the same time. The dynasty itself did not have the ability to cultivate such sword cultivators and could only absorb them from outside. Most of them are unwanted by others.

For hundreds of years, the dynasty has been trying its best to change this situation, but to no avail.

Immortal cultivation sects will unswervingly ensure their own inheritance, select fresh blood with excellent talents from mortals, and inject it into their sects.

This has been a tradition for millions of years and no one can break it.

Sitting next to Zhou An at the banquet was an unfamiliar old man with white hair and a black coat. He was also an immortal cultivator, but his cultivation was not very high.

"Zhou An, this is my teacher, the current imperial tutor and the supervisor of the Immortal Mansion, Yao Xianhui. His knowledge is profound. If you have anything you don't understand, you can ask him." Qi Fugui introduced.

Yao Xianhui looked at Zhou An with a smile and said, "I heard that Brother Zhou defeated You Wen, one of the seven sons of Hezhou, today. It seems that Brother Zhou is much younger than You Wen."

"In my opinion, brother Zhou, you will definitely become a swordsman in the future."

Zhou An was not modest at all when facing Yao Xianhui's praise. He smiled and said, "Taifu, you are right. It is only a matter of time for me to become a swordsman."

Faced with Zhou An's arrogance, others were accustomed to it. Perhaps they had heard it too much and thought it should be like this.

Hearing Qi Fugui say that Yao Xianhui is very knowledgeable, Zhou An took out the broken sword talisman from his arms and put it on the table and asked: "Do you recognize this sword talisman? I want to know the previous holder of this sword talisman." who is it."

Yao Xianhui observed it for a while, frowned at first, then relaxed and said, "Although I haven't really seen this thing, I have some clues."

Zhou An was a little surprised and asked quickly: "Master, please explain in detail."

Yao Xianhui nodded and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be something that Changchun Sword Immortal Zhen Nantian carries with him."

As soon as these words came out, everyone else looked surprised. They were just guessing before, but they didn't expect that this thing was actually related to the Sword Immortal.

Zhou An further asked: "So where is the Changchun Sword Immortal now?"

Yao Xianhui glanced at Zhou An suspiciously: "You don't know?"

"What do you know?" Zhou An raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "People from my small place are not well-informed. Taifu, just tell me directly and don't beat around the bush."

Yao Xianhui said in a deep voice: "The Changchun Sword Immortal died five hundred years ago, and everyone in the world knows it. I didn't expect that you didn't know. Sometimes it's better not to just immerse yourself in cultivation."

In his eyes, Zhou An was just a swordsman who only focused on kendo and didn't understand anything. However, it was reasonable for such a person to be highly talented in kendo.

Zhou An was stunned: "Dead? How could he die? No, it shouldn't be him, but someone else."

He realized that the person who gave him the sword talisman was not the Changchun Sword Immortal himself, but someone else who just got the sword talisman of the Changchun Sword Immortal.

Maybe he is also a swordsman.

"Can you tell me how the Changchun Sword Immortal died?" Zhou An said seriously. This had a lot to do with his coming to this world. He even suspected that the long sword in his hand might be a relic of the Changchun Sword Immortal.

Yao Xianhui sighed: "This is very complicated. The death of Changchun Sword Immortal was unknown at first. It seemed that he died of exhaustion after being besieged by many people. However, Changchun Sword Immortal was upright and kind to others during his lifetime. There were many great monks. They are all his best friends.”

"But after the death of Changchun Sword Immortal, the murderer has not been found for a long time. Even Tianji Pavilion came to help with the calculation, but there was no result."

A flash of light flashed in Zhou An's eyes: "Does Master Yao have anyone to suspect?"

He knows that there is no evidence for many things, but he can see the results, but there is no evidence.

Yao Xianhui smiled, shook his head and said, "How do I know? It all happened hundreds of years ago, and is this important to you?"