Chapter 272 Annoyed and Bored

Deep in the sea of ​​clouds, outside a cloud-shrouded palace. Long Ruo was sitting on a tall hill with a condensed expression. Here it rises from under the sea of ​​clouds. But the part protruding out of the sea of ​​clouds is only a small part.

A silver-white sword light appeared in front of him, hanging three inches in front of him, circling and wandering.

And Long Ruo's brows were always wrinkled. Staring at the sword in front of him, thoughtful.

And at this moment, if there is a person who is proficient in spiritual law here, you can definitely see him in his soul. There are three bright and brilliant golden runes, casting a ray of light and shadow on the sword.

The brilliance flickers on and off, as if to thoroughly analyze the sword,

And at this moment, the silvery white sword almost completely turned transparent in Long Ruomu's eyes.

Suddenly, an insignificant thin sword energy burst out from the sword body.

Long Ruo was slightly startled, and withdrew his soul thoughts, and the three golden talismans in Yuanhun also shrank their light beams. With a flick of the right finger, there was only a light 'ding' sound, and the 'broken blade sword' was thrown tens of feet away. Restrained by a faint force, he never fell under the sea of ​​clouds.

"What a Broken Gold Sword Intent, but it ended up falling short again—"

Frowning, Long Ruo looked at his right hand. I saw a thin scar on the tip of the finger.

His martial arts are not as good as spiritual methods, and he only has the realm of Wu Zong. It can be physically strong, combined with a huge soul power, but it is not an ordinary third-order spiritual weapon that can be injured.

But the sword just now left this wound on his finger with ease.

Can't help but look sad, he has been comprehending this Broken Gold Sword Intent for more than eight months. At the beginning, it was advancing by leaps and bounds, but after nearly half a year, it was always stuck at the last step.

It should not only be due to my own understanding of martial arts, but also due to the natural obstacles between the spirit and martial arts.

This journey of sword cultivation is really not easy.

As he was meditating in his heart, Long Ruohu felt something in his heart. looked down. I saw a figure climbing up from below. But they don't step on the rocks, but walk on the ground.

Obviously unskilled, with a shaky figure and slow speed. But every step that is taken is extremely stable.

The 300-foot-high hill is not steep, but it took this man nearly a quarter of an hour to reach the top of the mountain step by step.

The brows and forehead are covered with fine sweat. However, this young man's face was full of satisfaction.

Long Ruo also rejoiced on his behalf, and chuckled lightly: "Congratulations to Patriarch Junior Brother, now you are in the realm of Heaven. You will live for thousands of years, and you will no longer be in the same rank as ordinary people."

The ancestor laughed wildly when he heard the words: "I have practiced in the world for seven years, and in this cloud palace, I have been cultivating hard for the past few years, and now I have finally taken this step. But now the realm is not stable, maybe tomorrow I will start again Fall back."

Then he looked at the silver spirit sword in front of Long Ruo and said, "Brother is still comprehending the broken gold sword intent? It seems that he really wants to learn the method of sword cultivation, cultivate the second soul, and gather the sword embryo sword intent? I don't know now How's it going?"

"It is precisely to cultivate the second soul. I must thank the Patriarch for this matter! Thanks to you, I found this broken-edged sword for me. Although there is little progress, it is expected that within two or three months, there will be some progress." Achievement."

Long Ruo smiled, and put away the silver-white spirit sword with a flick of his sleeve. Then he turned curious and said: "Brother Patriarch came here, you should not come here to ask me about the progress of the cultivation of this Broken Gold Sword Intent. What's the matter, why not speak up? You and my brothers and sisters have different friendships, so don't be polite."

"I really want to ask senior brother how your sword intent has been enlightened. There are still more than three months before the dragon gate will open and the day when the martial sage will take a picture. Therefore, my uncle ordered me to ask how my senior brother has entered the realm. Inner breakthrough—”

The ancestor laughed wildly, and then changed his tone: "There is one more thing, I need to inform the senior brother. But the senior brother ordered a disciple of the fourth generation to pay attention to the news of the grand son of Qian Tianshan Zongshou? This person wants me to bring you a message , said that it was just three days ago. That son, Zongshi Zongming and Zong Hao, had already killed Zongshi Zongming and Zong Hao, officially ascended the throne, and became the second generation demon king of Qiantian Mountain."

Long Ruo's eyes shrank slightly immediately, and his eyes were full of surprise: "You mean Zong Shizong Ming, all of them died at his hands?"

Even if the ancestors were crazy, they said that Zong Shou would inherit the position of Demon King. There were no deaths of these people, which surprised him.

He also knew about Qiantian Mountain a few days ago. Knowing that the descendants of the clan's direct lineage, the forces in Qiantian Mountain City are intertwined and deeply rooted.

Zong Shou wanted to get them to give up their position as the Demon King, with the help of his subordinates. There is still a chance of success.

But it is absolutely difficult to get rid of these three people.

"I don't know that's all. Brother, have you heard of Xue Moyan? It is said that the Xue family is the most outstanding rising star among the younger generation in the cloud world."

Seeing Long Ruo's eyes flicker, it is obvious that he has heard of this person. Zu Renkuang stopped introducing him, and said indifferently: "Three days ago, this person died together with Daoist Master Wuye of the Taoist sect, Li Hujichang of the Xuansu sect, several Xuanwu masters and the spiritual master of the Yangyang realm. On the Heaven Sacrifice Altar in Qiantian Mountain. It is said that Zongshou personally beheaded it. Even Zongzheng, the clan uncle of the Tianhu Zong Clan, was also defeated by Zongshou—"

"This is impossible!"

Long Ruo stood up suddenly when he heard the words, his eyes were full of surprise and suspicion. How could Xue Moyan be beheaded by that cripple who was unable to practice because of the barriers of heaven and man?

Even if he was wrong. Since Zong Shouna had just reached the realm of a martial artist ten months ago, it was absolutely impossible for him to become so strong in less than a year.

Dao Mingzong Wuye and Xuansuzong Jichang are also outstanding. Not to mention these three people, even any Xuanwu Grandmaster. You can easily pinch this Zongshou to death with one finger.

"I was amazed at the beginning, too! Even the head teacher once issued a talisman to inquire."

The Zu Renkuang was not surprised by Long Ruo's gaffe, and smiled slightly and shook his head slightly: "Later, I had someone investigate carefully, and found that the people who were present at the festival that day were all ambiguous. Or bragging desperately, It is said that Zongshou's eldest son is high-strength, and the Tianwei Wuzong is not his opponent, or he is secretive and refuses to say more. What is even more surprising is that there are even strange rumors in that city. It is said that Zongshou killed four of them at the age of eight. The first sixth-level monster, it drove away the Yin Jiao in the evil spirit ditch at the age of ten. There are many others, forget it and see for yourself—"

Speaking of this, Zu Renkuang directly threw a jade slip over, and Long Ruo took it in his hand. After only watching halfway, there was a hidden smile on his face: "So, when this son was ten years old, he was already at the same level as us—"

The Yin Jiao in the Xie Linggou was of the same level as his spiritual pet, the seventh-rank Black Jiao, gathered by Yin and evil forces. Ordinary seventh-rank powerhouses, in front of him, can only die. To be able to force it back, the strength is naturally strong.

But immediately afterwards, Long Ruo's eyes showed a slight sense of caution: "Looking at what this son did that night, he was indeed decisive and ruthless. He built his own clan, and his methods are even more extraordinary. I still underestimated him a little bit at the beginning. After having this son, there must be another expert to help—”

"It's really amazing. At such a young age, I have such scheming. When I met in Yunsheng City, I saw some clues. It's a pity that it's an obstacle between heaven and man, so I can't practice."

The ancestor shook his head wildly and sighed, quite a pity. Then he thought about it again: "As for the master behind this son, hey! After the change of offering sacrifices to the Temple of Heaven that day, there is one thing that is extremely strange. Whether it is Yunxia Mountain, Lieyan Mountain, or Xueshi and Dao Mingzong, Xuan Suzong. All the news we got came from the rumors in Qiantian City not long after. No one could know what was going on at the altar of offering sacrifices to heaven. They were all pulled out by others. I guess the person who guards the back of the sect is not only powerful, but also able to subdue that sect government. His own power must also be extremely tyrannical. Maybe it is also for the thing of the Yinlong Valley Make a move. As for this Zongshou, it may indeed have some strength, but the deaths of Xue Moyan and the others are expected to have nothing to do with it. Those rumors are mostly just to deceive people's eyes and ears. Speaking of which, Senior Brother, this Yinlong Valley, this is what our Zong decided to do. Leave it alone?"

Long Ruo couldn't help nodding his head slightly, what Zu Renkuang said coincided with him, and he guessed the same way. After hearing this, he smiled even more: "Why don't you care about it? No matter how noisy the sects are about the things in your own territory, the final profit must be a share of my Lingyun Sect. Why jump out at this time and become The target of all sects? Let’s wait for the matter of gathering at the Longmen of Longshan Mountain to finish. If we can see the photo of the Martial Sage, we will definitely benefit from it.”

"Do you want to take a picture of Wu Sheng? I may not be able to get a spot to enter the inner sect this time. I may not be able to see it,"

The ancestor frantically touched his nose, showing a wry smile. Standing up, he was about to say goodbye when he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way! Senior Brother Long, I heard that you recently had some friendship with Han Nishui from the Xuanling Sect of Shangxiao. Recently, it is said that this person has been disgraced because of his marriage, and his situation is worrisome. Originally, this person, It is to use the power of Shangxiao Sect and Danquan Sect to exert pressure on Xuanshan City. However, I heard that just two days ago, Xuanyuan Tong, the owner of Xuanshan City, also broke through to the realm of heaven. It is said that there are two big sects who intend to Invite this person to get started."

Long Ruo couldn't help being startled again, and then his expression became gloomy again.

What was said to be good, unexpectedly happened again. For a while, he was out of mind, and he couldn't be completely calm until he sent Long Ruo away.

The vague sense of disharmony in my heart is getting stronger and stronger. My heart was faintly irritable, and I couldn't restrain my mind for a long time.

It was Zong Shou again, who felt more and more that this person's affairs were somewhat out of his control.

Even if he released the broken-edged sword in front of him again, he still couldn't calm down to comprehend it.

Speaking of which, the broken-edged sword in front of him was originally obtained by the son of Qian Tianshan, so it is really annoying.