Super Elation Under the Sun

On the night with the bright moon shining brightly, Li Fuyao traveled far away with Yujian.

Only a moment later, there was a hanging sword woman in front of the little mouse's cave. She raised her head and looked at the white mark in the sky. It was not conspicuous in the night, but he could see clearly.

The figure of the woman came to the cave in an instant, and she saw the male and female rat monsters, her expressions were plain.

The little mouse had only seen a swordsman like Li Fuyao who was not bad-tempered, but he didn't think that all swordsmen in the world were like Li Fuyao. For a while, he didn't rush to speak.

The thin woman saluted and whispered: "This sword fairy...fairy, but the companion of the master sword fairy?"

She habitually called women Master Jianxian, but fortunately, she quickly changed her name.

The little mouse was grateful for his daughter's wit.

The Hanging Sword Woman was silent for a moment, and asked straightforwardly: "What is the style of his saber?"

Although the little mouse is a low-level demon cultivator, he is not stupid at all. With just this sentence, he can determine that this woman does not know Li Fuyao. If he does not know him, would he be an enemy?

So the woman spoke, but the little mouse didn't speak up for a while.

The thin woman asked, "Dare to ask if this fairy is the enemy of the Master Sword Immortal?"

The woman knew the scruples of these two people, and said frankly: "There is no enemy of the swordsman in the world."

Words reveal sincerity.

Although the tone is cold.

The little mouse was determined, and after thinking about it for a while, he said: "Master Sword Immortal has many swords, it seems there are seven handles in total.

The woman frowned and said, "Seven handles?"

The swordsman in the world, who is not a sword in his hand, can be obtained in the world, why, this is a blacksmith with so many swords?

The little mouse whispered: "Vaguely remember that there are a few swords called Shili Mingyue..."

Then the little mouse said all the styles of Li Fuyao's swords, but some swords had only been seen once, so he didn't see it clearly, and naturally he couldn't say it clearly.

The woman nodded, and it was not difficult for them both.

After getting what she wanted to know, she threw the sword away, and Yujian wandered away.

The thin woman whispered: "Daddy, we shouldn't have said this."

The little mouse said helplessly: "Daddy really doesn't want to lose you."

The tone of helplessness can explain a lot of things.

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As a real swordsman in the upstairs realm, in fact, no matter what, it would not be too difficult to find Li Fuyao.

I just don't know why, these days, no matter where Li Fuyao appears, although she will definitely be there, the time will deviate a lot, and it must be later.

It was just like in front of the two rat monsters just now, if she really wanted to see Li Fuyao, she would directly pursue her with the sword, and after keeping it for a long time, she would be able to appear in front of the young man.

What should I know at that time, is it better to just ask the deity with a mouth?

It was just that she followed Li Fuyao leisurely, not knowing what she wanted.

The fish belly was white on the side that day, Li Fuyao's sword was almost a thousand miles away, and the bright moon under his feet was already shaky, so he could only choose to land.

In a mountain.

Water hits the rock.

Song Bai Sensen.

Li Fuyao was lying on a certain rock, watering and washing his face, with a relaxed expression.

I don't know why, suddenly sleepiness hits, leaning on the stone, and even drowsy.

And in the sky, the female swordsman standing in the sea of ​​clouds with the sword, hovering in the sea of ​​clouds, slashed out towards the northwest with a sword, and the sword energy swept across the clouds, tumbling.

She looked into the distance and sneered: "Get out."

A Spring and Autumn Realm demon cultivator who was hundreds of miles away was severely injured by her sword.

Looking at this side, his face was shocked.

Then he didn't stay for a moment, his figure had already been swept away.

This climber realm swordsman who appeared in the demon land inexplicably was really not easy to provoke.

And the temper is very bad.

While the demon cultivating far away, there was a red-haired man standing on a certain mountain over the sky.

The guy who was said to be the first person under the monster land and sea, holding the sword, felt the sword energy, and was about to move.

A monk in the demon land, as long as it is in the ascent to the stairs, no one dares to say that he can beat him. The swordsman dominates in the same realm, he really wants to see how the female swordsman is invincible.

Behind him is Xiqiu, who is also wary in his eyes.

Xishan doesn't need to turn his head to know what Xiqiu is thinking. He carried the knife and said: "Courage is commendable, but it is naturally foolish to carry the knife to face an opponent whose realm is many times higher than you."

Xiqiu hummed, and then asked, "Isn't it a good thing that there are two ascending swordsmen in Demon Land?"

Xishan smiled and said: "Where are the two people, besides this woman, isn't the other young man the same?"

Xiqiu was startled, and then a little lost. On the city head that day, he was the first person to be knocked down by Li Fuyao, and he was one of the few people who survived. For that young man, he knew clearly. , He must be a very extraordinary swordsman, but if it can be said to climb the stairs, it is simply nonsense.

"Before Chao Qingqiu left the demon land, he must have given him a life-saving talisman. Even if the great monsters in the sea wanted to kill a young swordsman, they were afraid that Chao Qingqiu would come to him in the future. Therefore, this life-saving talisman is naturally The weight is extremely heavy by the time you board the building."

Xiqiu asked, "Is that uncle not going to make a move?"

Xishan looked at Xiqiu, and said softly, "What I want to find is a fair battle. If I attack that woman today, and nothing else, the waves will not be small. In the end, if the life-saving talisman used me What do you think about it?"

Xiqiu laughed in a low voice: "Uncle is also a little scared."

Xishan said calmly: "Zhao Qingqiu's methods are scary and not ashamed."

"You go to that bitter cold place this time, pay attention to everything, there is no support from the clan, this trip is really a journey of life and death, but don't take that young man too much. If you really want to pick one, pick one of Hu Yue's little cubs."

Xishan's speech was plain, and seemed to be stating some usual things.

In fact, for Xishan, these things are not special, they are all very common.

Xiqiu nodded, there were some complicated emotions in his eyes.

Xishan is not prepared to say anything more. For some things, he has already said what he can say, and the rest can be realized by himself. If he fails to realize it, he cannot practice.

On the road of spiritual practice, what others can do for you, but not so much as to drag you to run on this road.

It takes a lot of effort to lead.

Xishan looked up at the majestic sword aura.

Compared with the one in Qingqiu that day, it was much weaker, but it would never be said to have no power.

It's just that Chao Qingqiu has seen swords made by Chao Qingqiu. It's hard for anyone in the world to see the swords of others.

Finally standing on the top of the mountain, Xishan waited until the sword energy slowly dissipated, but he didn't make any cuts.

It's just that the fighting spirit is unabated.

He still watched the woman swordsman go with his sword.

It was said that it was the imperial sword to leave, but in fact it was still within a hundred miles. Once a demon cultivator above the morning and evening appeared here, it would hardly be said that it was a sword.

The mighty sword energy hovered around a hundred miles.

She is like an old farmer hoeing farmland, working hard and not letting half of the birds eat her own crops.

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After Li Fuyao woke up, he continued to go south. On the road thereafter, he never encountered any climbers, but there were several fierce battles. One time was a siege by a number of Taiqing, and that fierce battle Li Fuyao fought to exhaustion. After killing the two, he was also seriously injured. In the end, I don't know why, the other three surviving Taiqing fell down somehow.

The surviving Li Fuyao found a place to heal his wounds, and another month passed.

He didn't know that, not far behind, there was a female swordsman who climbed the stairs, following him all the way.

Especially some demon cultivators in the Spring and Autumn Realm were forced to retreat by her sword. Very few people died under her sword, and at most they were seriously injured.

One day after that, Li Fuyao approached a relatively prosperous small city, because it was already close to Beihai, and the architectural style here was closer to mountains and rivers. Li Fuyao stopped swaying, and put Qingsi and Mingyue in the sword box, and wrapped them in cloth strips. Into the city.

I was surprised when I entered the city. This city was actually built after the pattern of Luoyang City. Luoyang City, as the imperial capital of the Yanling Dynasty, was one of the few male cities on the other side of the mountain and river. I don’t know how much time it took to build it. How many people have been recruited.

It's just that Luoyang City was built by ordinary people, but this small city was built by Demon Xiu, so naturally it was much faster, but it was similar in layout, and it was still much different in details.

After Li Fuyao entered the city quietly, he didn't say anything. He settled down in a small inn. There are many human monks in this small town called Feiyu City. There are many different kinds of people in the city.

Because the human race has many wild repairs, it doesn't look like a demon city, nor is it like a sect on a mountain in the mountains and rivers, but it is really a city between the secular.

Li Fuyao had the final say, now the mountains and rivers should have begun to spring, which is a good time for all things to recover. Although it is still cold and windy, it is actually much better than before.

After half a decade, there is a unique festival in the city that belongs to this flying fish city. It seems to be because a certain high-level demon cultivator has taken care of the city's wild cultivators. He has repeatedly shot back the arrogant demon cultivator outside, Ye Xiu We are grateful for his merits and choose to hold a celebration every year today.

The previous celebration was just an expression of gratitude. Over the past few decades, new things have gradually emerged. For example, at this time of the year, there will be competitions in the city so that the monks will compete on the stage, regardless of life or death. Comparable.

In the end, standing on the high platform will be rewarded with the largest sect in the city, the Flying Fish Sect.

It is strange to say that the city lord of Flying Fish City is a demon cultivator with a mild temperament, but he is not in the city almost all the time, but this Flying Fish Sect is completely human cultivator, without any shadow of a demon cultivator.

The Flying Fish Sect came forward to resolve major events in the city when the Flying Fish City Master was away.

Fortunately, there have been no major incidents in these years, and I am very safe.

Today's celebration ceremony is held by the Flying Fish Sect. This year's color head is a good sword that cuts iron like mud.

Now the sword is hanging on the tower, and it will be whose sword when whoever laughs last.

In fact, this year's color head is also quite controversial. In previous years, the color head is mostly some good quality artifacts that are not used to kill the enemy. There are many wild cultivations in Feiyu City, but in comparison, there are not many wild cultivation skills.

After all, no matter how close this is to mountains and rivers, it is still the territory of demon land.

This sword seems to be an unpopular thing.

In previous years, after the lottery hangs on the tower, it is bound to attract a lot of people to come and watch. Most of the crowds are coveting this. But this year, there are not many monks who appear on the tower. Most of them are watching the excitement. There is no interest in this sword.

There is a wine stall not far from the tower. The stall owner is an elderly monk. His realm is only before Qingsi, which can be said to be very low.

Wine is not a good wine, but it is guaranteed not to be mixed with water.

The price is also cheap.

But even if it is, it is often said that drinks are dull and tasteless.

In fact, this is mostly the case in the world. No matter how fair your price is, no matter how good your drink is, there are always a few people who will pick bones in the egg.

The old monk who sells liquor is a good-tempered old guy. Perhaps he suffered a lot when he was young, and he no longer has any temper when he is old. He is happy to see anyone.

No, there is a strange guest here at the wine stand today. Others drink either a jar or a pot, but this one is good and only needs a bowl. Who should make sense?

If you encounter some bad-tempered bosses, maybe even if you want to turn your face, don't tell the wine if you don't sell it, maybe you still have to make faces for the guests.

The old monk had a really good temper. When the young man smiled and asked if a bowl of wine could be sold, the old monk smiled and brought a bowl of water and wine that was not good at all.

Water and wine water and wine, but there is really no water in his wine.

After sitting down with a large package, the young man took a sip of the wine, neither cursing the wine as a bowl of wine and half a bowl of water, nor complimenting the wine against his will.

It's just that the line of sight has been on the sword on the tower.

The wine stall business is deserted, and now it's just a young customer.

Seeing that he should be a good-tempered offspring, the old monk smiled and picked up a bench to sit next to the young man. He disagreed and asked, "Isn't the young man from Feiyu City?"

The young man nodded and said with a smile: "Traveling around, I happened to encounter a great event in the city, so I wanted to stay and have a look."

The old monk chuckled, "The son has an idea about that sword?"

It's straightforward, too straightforward.

The young man was taken aback, and then asked in hindsight: "What do you say?"

While questioning again, the young man drank the wine in his bowl in one gulp and said with a smile: "One more bowl."

The old monk's wrinkles seemed to be flattened, and he felt that this young man was really good.

It's not like a young child who has just entered the arena.

There are rivers and lakes in the rivers and lakes of the mountain, but there are no mountain monks like them?

After clearing his throat, the old monk said with a smile: "In the previous martial arts competitions, the winner can get a magic weapon, but you have to know that everyone has different ideas and different ways of practicing. Not every monk is right. That Caitou has thoughts, so what if he wins but has no idea about the magic weapon? It is naturally changed hands. With so many cultivators in this city, there are always one or two favorites but they are not good at it."

The young man took a sip of his wine and ordered other food by the way, and said with a smile: "The old man meant that I have to spend money to buy this sword?"

The old monk smiled unabatedly, "Like us wild cultivators, those who practice swords are the most unwelcome. The combat power of these guys is often higher than other monks in the same realm, but compared to orthodox swords. The scholar has to be a hundred and eight thousand li away, learns four differences, and is poor. This time the color head is a sword, but there are a few wild swordsmen in Feiyu City? Really will be affected by those swordsmen. Xiu take the sword? When the time comes, the sword will still belong to the monks from good backgrounds in the city, but they have a **** to use the sword, don't they have to sell it?"

"Those poor guys can afford to pay?"

"At that time, if the son wants, he can get a relatively fair price."

The young man put down the wine bowl and looked at the reminder with a smile: "The old man seems to have forgotten one thing. If I am interested in that sword, isn't it a swordsman? Since I am a swordsman, what? Can you afford that sword?"

The reasonable words of the young man made the old monk embarrassed for a while, especially since he had bluntly belittled Ye Xiu who had practiced swords before.

Those guys, although they didn't learn the killing power of a swordsman, they really didn't have a good temper.

But soon the young man laughed again, "I happen to be the guy who doesn't practice swords, but has ideas about swords."

The old monk breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with lingering fear: "The young man is panting, but he is scared to death."

The young man smiled and asked, "If you pay for it, what price is probably a fair price?"

The old monk thought for a while, and then said: "According to the temperament of the Flying Fish Sect, in the past, those magical artifacts were worth at most one Demon Pill of the Clear Realm. Nowadays, there are not many people who want this sword. It can be won."

Compared with mountains and rivers, Demon Land is much simpler. Demon Pill is the most straightforward and simple thing.

The value of the magic weapon transaction is embodied in the demon pill.

Li Fuyao nodded. After entering the city, he has basically found out what's happening in the city. The largest sect, Feiyu Sect, is also a group of wild sects. The cultivation methods inside can be described as diverse. The lord is a wild cultivator from the Taiqing realm. , The top ten masters located in Feiyu City is the second, no one is its adversary except for the mysterious city lord.

Since the sect master is only in this state, the things that can be taken out are naturally not much better.

The old monk sighed: "In this year's martial arts competition, those cultivators of the Taiqing realm will not take action. Wu Wu in the Qingsi realm won the championship last year, and this year should not end."

"Those who are considered famous should not be able to end up under pressure."

"Sword training is destined not to win the crown. As long as the son is prepared with the demon pill, the sword will be in the hands of the son."

The young man knocked on the desk and asked, "Is there a way?"

The old monk was surprised: "The son is really interested?"

The young man didn't say much, but took out a small cloth bag, and when it was thrown on the table, it made a lot of noise.

The old monk tremblingly opened the bag, revealing the demon pill inside.

Colorful.

Six demon pills in total.

After the young man finished his last sip of wine, he smiled and said, "Thank the old man to bring the sword."

Then got up and left.

The old monk held these six demon pills, and muttered blankly: "Look at it."

The grand event in Flying Fish City was held a few days later as scheduled. Since this year's prize is a sword, there are many more sword practitioners participating this year.

Many people are greedy for that sword.

It's just that in the end, everyone is guessing who the sword will fall. Anyway, they think it was those who practiced the sword to win the championship, less!

The conference lasted for three days. The last one who won the championship was a cultivator who was already optimistic. It was Wu Wu's younger brother, Wu Muyun, who won the first prize. After winning the first prize, Wu Muyun shot that handle as usual. No one thought about it, but this time it went smoothly.

The sword was hung out, and someone immediately offered to take it away. The five blue silk realm demon pills were not at all ambiguous.

No one cares about who is bidding, anyway, when the money arrives, the sword is shot.

So the sword was easily taken away.

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The young man reappeared at the wine stall beyond the city gate after half a month.

This time, when he appeared, the old monk poured a bowl of wine and brought it up, whispering: "The sword the son wants is done."

Although the voice is low, there are many emotions in it.

The young man took a sip and rubbed his hands and said, "Let's see."

The old monk took out this sword from somewhere in the stall and said with a smile: "This sword has five blue silk realm demon pills."

How many demon pill was originally spent, and how to get it, should not tell this young man, but since this young man is also magnanimous, he doesn't bother to hide it.

A blue silk realm demon pill, if the young man wants to go back with a cheeky, let him go back, he can't do this business for nothing, anyway, it can be regarded as a person's face, but it is not bad.

If the young man continues to be open, the old monk doesn't mind making a real deal with him.

The young man drew his sword out of its sheath and saw the two characters engraved on the sword.

"Block the clouds."

The young man flicked the sword slightly, and then smiled: "It's a good sword."

The old monk said a sincere thing, "The sword is good, that is, I think it is good if I fancy it, otherwise the five demon pills are not worth it."

Li Fuyao said casually: "The demon pill that was not spent was given to senior."

Then the young man hung the sword around his waist and was about to get up and leave.

It turned out to be the act of waiting for the sword to travel far? !

The old monk hesitated whether he should speak about the business.

With the sword, the young man who didn't mind being taken advantage of had already got up, and had no thought of staying at all.

The old monk hadn't opened his mouth yet, and the young man had already disappeared.

Leaving Feiyu City, the young man tore off the cloth strip of the sword box behind him. After dozens of miles out of the city, the young man stopped by a stream.

The scenery here is superb, with few people, it is a good place to kill people and make more money.

The young man stood by the stream, looked at the distance, and suddenly smiled: "Since it's all here, if you don't come out, you can't take the sword by hiding."

As soon as the voice fell, several saber monks appeared sparsely not far away.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a gloomy look. He looked at the young man in a blue shirt, "Leave the sword and people can go."

The expression was flat and his voice was cold.

All the sabre monks all looked here.

The young man in such a situation even looked at them leisurely, stretched out his hands and counted: "Seven people, seven swords, just right."

The middle-aged monk sneered, this guy really thought he was some kind of hermit master?

How dare to make such a gesture.

But before he could speak, the young man removed the sword box behind him, revealing the seven-handed sword inside.

The fierce sword aura spread between them.

Ten miles, bright moon, tall buildings, grass gradually green, sword nineteen, cloud cover and the last blue silk.