The rise of the sect: I am the most enduring child in the world of immortality

"Master Gu, my lord is scheduled to come tomorrow, please welcome him in advance."

In the Feitian Gate, there is a magnificent and simple hall, in which two people are sitting.

The withered and thin one is Gu Xuan, and in front of Gu Xuan is the beautiful girl in purple gauze.

Although she only had the early level of warrior cultivation, she was not timid in the face of Gu Xuan, who had already reached the perfect state.

On the contrary, he gave orders casually, a little arrogantly.

There was a cold look in Gu Xuan's eyes. He was old and close to the limit of the martial arts realm. In addition, after breaking through to the martial arts realm, he was already a strong man in the surrounding area. No one dared to show him such a look.

But this young and beautiful woman gave him such an order, which was quite disrespectful to him.

If he hadn't been concerned about the real strong person behind him, he would have exploded long ago.

After a pause, Gu Xuan did not give a reply immediately, but gently sipped the tea in the cup, and then said: "Since a senior in the real world is here, Gu Xuan should personally greet him."

While speaking, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Zisha Meiji nodded: "That's the best. By the way, I heard that there is a good player in your sect named Swordsman Shuangjue Ye Yang. He is very good. Our young master once specifically named him and gave him a chance to see him."

Gu Xuan frowned, and Zisha Meiji saw this and said: "Why, but you don't want to? I don't know how many geniuses want to see my young master, but they can't do it. This is a great opportunity, he can Don’t miss it.”

"Fairy, calm down, it's just that Ye Yang..."

…

Spring March.

Feitianmen.

Gu Xuan, wearing a ceremonial crown and a crimson blue head robe, stood at the door with the senior officials of Feitian Sect and waited quietly.

After a while, a giant ship flew down from the dusk clouds in the distance.

The giant ship covered the sky, like a giant beast, flying down from the sky and landing on a mountaintop.

Then a huge man wearing golden armor and bright light armor stepped out of the boat.

His face was like copper, and he had a long beard under his forehead. He was quite powerful. He glanced around and saw that under the blazing sun, everyone in the Feitian Sect had been waiting for a long time, but he did not show any arrogance.

Instead, he said rather kindly: "Fellow Taoist Ancients, there is no need to be so solemn. Let everyone disperse."

As soon as he finished speaking, a handsome and handsome young man emerged from behind him. He was wearing a white robe, his hair was tied with a white jade hairpin, and he was holding an extremely ordinary, extremely ordinary long sword in his hand.

It's so ordinary that it doesn't have any special features.

The two of them walked side by side, and a group of people couldn't help but look at each other. Who is this young man? He dared to stand side by side with this powerful real person.

…

The quaint main hall is filled with clouds and mist.

Gu Xuan sat face to face with the mysterious purple-faced real person.

Gu Xuan hurriedly asked for advice. It was difficult to find a strong person in the real person realm in the surrounding area. It was rare to meet a strong person in the real person realm who was willing to talk.

Naturally, he had a senior on his left and a senior on his right, and he asked all the confusion about breaking through the realm of real people one by one.

The purple-faced master stroked his beard gently, his face was kind, and he did not act like a master. When he encountered the questions asked by Gu Xuan, he also gave him a few tips. After a conversation, Gu Xuan gained a lot.

Feitian Sect has always had very few strong people in the real realm, and only the first ancestor is the real person who is Jiedan.

Although there is a corresponding understanding of breakthrough realm passed down, after all, it is just a family talk.

Now after asking for advice from the other party, he feels that he has benefited a lot from the many experiences of breaking through to the realm of real people.

The purple-faced master was also quite satisfied with Gu Xuan's learning attitude, but the man in front of him was old, seriously injured, and had a broken arm. The possibility of making a breakthrough was slim.

"Having such a Taoist heart is naturally a blessing for monks like us, but we should also take care of the funeral arrangements and not have any obsessions."

After the two of them finished talking, the purple-faced master took a sip of tea, said a sentence slowly, and then said no more.

As a person gets older, his meridians become fragile and his flesh and blood lose their vitality. This is the natural law of the natural cycle of the human body.

The older you get, the less likely you are to make a breakthrough.

Gu Xuan naturally heard what he meant, but still thanked him.

After all, he has reached the life limit of the warrior realm. After practicing for a lifetime, even if he is shattered to pieces, he will try to break through the threshold of the real person realm at the end of his life and see more beautiful scenery.

"Thank you, Master, for your guidance. I am very grateful to you."

"Senior, I heard that you came to Feitianmen this time for a sword fight?"

The purple-faced man nodded and said: "Yes, my young master has traveled all over the world and has reached the critical moment of condensing the sword's heart. Along the way, every time he visits a sect, he has chosen monks under the age of sixty to compete with each other. So far, it has been He defeated 365 sects and fought against 432 people without losing a single one!"

"hiss!"

Hearing this, Gu Xuan couldn't help but take a breath. The first thing he was surprised was that the other party's cultivation at the level of a real person was actually calling a young man the title of Young Master.

What is that person's background?

What was surprising in the end was that the young master actually defeated 365 sects without losing a single one. He must have a very high level of swordsmanship.

"Senior, what do you mean..."

The purple-faced master nodded slightly and said: "My young master loves swordsmanship and is extremely talented. Only when he is passionate about swords can he be passionate about practice. We heard that there is a man in your sect named Ye Yang, who is known as "Sword Master". It’s not vulgar.”

"Although his cultivation level may be a little low, he can just be used as a whetstone for my young master. If he can master a few tricks and learn a few secretly, it will be his blessing."

Gu Xuan frowned slightly, what the Purple Face Master said was quite rude, he said: "Master, it's not that the sect is unwilling, but that Ye Yang has been killed by thieves during this period, and his meridians have been cut off, so he can't take action. ”

He knew that the other party wanted to use Ye Yang as a whetstone to sharpen the heart of the sword.

But it is not easy to be a whetstone, and it is easy to be injured by the energy of the sword, so he politely refused.

The purple-faced real person frowned slightly. Although he didn't show any emotion, it was terrifying for a strong person in the real world. Just for a moment, the surrounding room turned white, and the temperature suddenly dropped more than twice.

Gu Xuan said quickly: "There is another master of swordsmanship in our sect. The third elder, Ge Canhong, has been immersed in swordsmanship for many years. He can fight for him."

The purple-faced master frowned slightly: "You are talking about the old monk holding a black sword. I have seen him. He is indeed a swordsman genius, but he did not master the sword art when he was young, so his progress in practice was delayed."

"Although he has condensed his sword heart, after all, he is old and his sword heart has been vicissitudes of life. It is difficult for him to advance as bravely as a young monk. This is not in line with my young master's sword heart."

"In addition, he has reached the seventh level of the warrior's Ningqing realm. The realm is too high. It is difficult to sharpen the sword's heart against my young master."

Gu Xuan said: "This is not difficult, just let him suppress the realm."

The purple-faced master nodded: "This is a good suggestion. If we can get something, we will definitely have treasures to give."

…

Ye Yang was practicing hard in the courtyard. During this time, a big change occurred in the Feitian Sect. A powerful person from the real world came to visit, and many protectors and disciples went out to join in the fun.

Ye Yang was not a person who liked to join in the fun. After practicing in the Shouzhuo Pavilion, he called out the scaly demon elephant, took out a few spiritual stones and threw them into the demon elephant's mouth.

The demon elephant stuck out its tongue, licked its lips, and felt the rich spiritual energy contained in the spirit stone. It opened its mouth and ground the spirit stone with its fangs, looking excited.

The Flying Turtle has already recovered since he used the plasma boiled from the Purple Silver Peach Tree.

At this time, it was paddling its limbs in the air, and there was a faint blue-purple electric light flashing and crackling on its body, which was quite extraordinary.

After exhaling in one breath, white air billowed behind Ye Yang, and the air flow was like an arrow. The surrounding branches trembled when it shot out, and the whole world made a thunderous cracking sound because of his every breath.

At this moment, Ye Yang opened his eyes, and golden-red pupils were revealed in his eyes. Two rays of sword light shot out from the eyes, with a cold light.

The setting sun was setting, and the dusk clouds rolled in and out over Feitian Gate, casting a layer of sunset light over the old persimmon tree in the yard.

Winter has passed, and the awakening of insects is coming.

Tiny insects have begun to appear in the courtyard. Ye Yang is holding a wooden sword in his hand. Every time he draws the sword, an insect the size of a sesame seed falls to the ground a few meters away.

This is the sword-skilling skill of passing through lice and flies on the wall with a hundred steps. Within a hundred meters, the lice will fall without being moved by the wind, and the flies will die without bleeding on the wall.

It is one of the several plateaus in the practice of swordsmanship from the differentiation of sword light to the completion of sword practice.

On this day, Ye Yang received a notice from the leader Gu Xuan, saying that he was asked to leave the sect temporarily and go to Feitianmen's Fangshi to observe Fangshi's cultivation progress.

Ye Yang was quite surprised. After all, the establishment of the market was not within his scope of responsibilities.

However, he simply packed his luggage, took the Sun Flying Turtle with him, and left the Feitian Sect.

His destination this time was the newly opened Tao'anfang City of Feitianmen and Fengyulou.

Tao'anfang City was the location that Feitianmen and Fengyulou decided upon after much deliberation. It is located next to Feitianmen's Taohuawu, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and on the banks of the Niumo River, with beautiful scenery.

Along the way, we were surrounded by beautiful surroundings. It was early spring, and when we passed by Taohuawu, we saw from the sky that the mountains and plains were covered with pink peach blossoms, stretching for dozens of miles in an endless stream. The wind blew and peach petals were flying everywhere.

This place was once converted into Poison Veins by the Five Poison Sect. Over the past few years, it was remodeled by the Feitian Sect and regained some of its former glory.

Nowadays, there are endless peach blossoms in ten miles, and beautiful peaches, melons and fruits are spread all over the mountains and plains.

Ye Yang drove Zhuri Feigui down in front of Taohuawu, and walked out as if there were monks guarding him.

He was short and fat, wearing a green shirt and a melon hat on his head. He held two broad knives in his hands. Although he looked clumsy, he was actually quite agile. He put the knives away, cupped his fists and spoke loudly to Ye Yang.

"Who is in front of you? This is the realm of Feitian Sect. If you are not invited, stay away quickly."