Chapter 430 The New Leader of the Dao League? Qualifications, Yue Qingping: Yichengzi, Take My Three Heavenly Swords!

Starry night, stars twinkle.

Two figures, a man and a woman, passed through the night sky in a hurry. The man was extremely burly, and looking at him gave people a strong feeling of strength. The woman was very slim, with exquisite curves, especially her beautiful legs, which were more beautiful in the moonlight.

These two people were Yi Chen and Lin Luo who left Hailong City for Qingping Mountain.

"Master Yi, what changes did you say on Longhu Mountain that would lead to such a tragedy? A super sect that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years and is the leader of the Lu Dao Sect just disappeared like this."

At night, everything was silent. The purple-haired girl seemed to be a little bolder. She couldn't help but move closer to Yi Chen. At this moment, they were almost walking side by side.

"I don't know. The last time I went to Mount Longhu with you, fellow Daoist Lin Luo, I did bury a little thing in Mount Longhu. But both Your Majesty and I thought that this was just to make Mount Longhu uncomfortable for a while and suffer a little setback. We never expected that it would end up like this."

In front of Lin Luo, there was nothing to hide. Yi Chen told Lin Luo the origin of the evil bone.

Of course, when the Taoist was giving a brief account, he also moved closer to the beautiful woman beside him, and the speed of their flight slowed down a lot.

Just when the atmosphere began to become strange, a voice of surprise suddenly sounded in the air, and a floating blessing ship was seen coming towards them in the airspace on the side.

At this moment, on the deck of the blessing ship, a young man in white clothes was waving his hands and shouting on the bow:

"Master Yi! Master Yi!"

Yi Chen: "..." Ning Feixue, you thief! How dare you ruin my good deeds~

The person who shouted in surprise on the bow, who else could it be but Ning Feixue, who wears such a flashy white dress every day?

Along with Ning Feixue's shout, a silver-haired old man in gorgeous clothes suddenly appeared in front of the bow.

"Master Yi, is this person your old friend?"

Seeing someone, Lin Luo quietly stepped back half a body, and asked quietly with a little distance from Yi Chen.

"Yes, I have met this person several times before, and he is a very interesting friend."

The silver-haired old man looked at the figure in the sky, and seemed to recognize Yi Chen's background. He waved his hand, and the protective magic shield on the blessed ship that resisted the strong wind suddenly cracked.

"May I ask if this is Master Chengzi of Yinlongguan? I am Wan Shanlian, the great elder of Qinglian Sword Sect. If you don't mind the simplicity of my blessed ship, you may as well come up and have a chat."

The silver-haired old man's cultivation is three points stronger than Lin Luo, and he immediately opened his mouth and invited loudly.

Yi Chen and Lin Luo looked at each other, and finally Lin Luo smiled and said, "Since there is an old friend of the Taoist priest up there, why don't we go up and have a cup of tea and rest?"

The atmosphere was ruined, Yi Chen thought for a moment and boarded the Fuchuan with Lin Luo. After a chat, he learned that this person was also going to Qingping Mountain.

If Yi Chen remembered correctly, the Qinglian Sword Sect was a sword cultivation sect that leaned towards Taoism. It seemed that the destruction of Longhu Mountain had a great impact on the forces belonging to Taoism, and people were in panic, so they took today's action.

"Perhaps your majesty can speed up the progress of conquering Zhongzhou."

"Now that Longhu Mountain has exploded, the Taoist sect has lost its pillar of support and has no choice."

"I'm afraid they went to Qingping Mountain with the intention of clinging to Yue Qingping and hoping to surrender, but Yue Qingping is a person with a dull personality, and it's not that easy to cling to the thigh of the world's number one female Zhenjun."

"Otherwise, the forces of the Zhongzhou Taoist Alliance will have only two choices, either to surrender to the Qin or to the Buddhist sect of Zhongzhou. Obviously, these are the difference between a pile of shit and a bigger pile of shit for the Taoist forces."

Yi Chen's mind turned over a lot, and he suddenly remembered the name this person called him when he invited him. It was not his most famous name, the Qin State Master Yichengzi, but the Yinlongguan Zhuchengzi.

"Could it be that the Qinglian Sword Sect intends to attach itself to my Yinlong Temple and want to follow its lead?"

"Yes, that makes sense."

"It's a dispute with the Buddhist sect over the orthodoxy. If you bow to the Buddhist sect, it's better to surrender directly to the Qin Dynasty. At least you have to find a thicker thigh, otherwise what if the backer explodes one day."

"But if they do this, it will be easier for people to poke their backs. If they are like the Taoist Alliance before, they will attach themselves to the Yinlong Temple and respect themselves as the leader, then everything will make sense in terms of law."

As soon as this idea came up, Yi Chen couldn't hold back his thoughts.

"Fuck, opportunity, Yichengzi, Yichengzi, you are really a genius!"

Three years ago, a small Taoist came to the foot of Longhu Mountain for the first time and made a grand statement at that time.

"Longhu Mountain, my Yinlong Temple can replace it!"

Yi Chen had never seen much of the world at that time. After seeing the grandeur of the Tianshi Hall, he immediately reflected on whether he had spoken too loudly before.

But now it seems that his initial reflection was wrong.

"Master, don't you want to make my Yinlong Temple flourish? I wonder if you can rest in peace in the nine springs if I sit in my Yinlong Temple, the leader of the Longhu Mountain Taoist sect?"

Practicing is not only about fighting and killing, but also about human relationships.

Being a whore is a necessary means.

Accepting the rest of the forces of the Taoist League and submitting them to his Yinlong Temple, this detour is much better than directly submitting to Daqin.

What? You said that the master of Yinlong Temple is the national teacher of Daqin? I don't want to listen, anyway, they submit to the master of Yinlong Temple, not Daqin.

"With the Hidden Dragon Alliance in one hand and the Dao Alliance in the other, I can definitely extend my tentacles of plundering "merit" to every corner of Zhongzhou and Dongzhou."

"With the Dao Alliance, the Buddhist forces will be alone and the day of unification of Zhongzhou can be put on the agenda."

Clenching a fist is holding power, and holding power is also clenching a fist!

In order to quickly and easily get the deep red dots and fulfill the master's last wish, Yi Chen suddenly became more relaxed towards Wanshanlian.

Ning Feixue's call of "Master Yi" was like the ping-pong diplomacy of the previous life, which opened up an opportunity. The two of them had a good chat under the affection of the man and the concubine.

Yi Chen even decided to go directly to Qingping Mountain with Wanshanlian.

However, for the initiative, neither of the two old foxes spoke out their thoughts first.

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Wan, I wonder how this young friend Ning Feixue ended up on the flying boat of the Qinglian Sword Sect? If I remember correctly, this person should not be from the Qinglian Sword Sect."

Looking at Ning Feixue, who had become a tea pourer in the field, Yi Chen patted Ning Feixue's shoulder with affection, making him grimace in pain.

When talking about this matter, Wan Shanlian felt angry, and he said helplessly:

"Master Yi, our family is unfortunate. I have two granddaughters, one named Bai Lian and the other named Bai Rong. The two little girls went out to travel in the white dragon fish costumes. I don't know what kind of magic potion this kid fed them, and they actually gave themselves to him."

"It really makes me angry!"

When it came to the emotional part, the silver-haired old man also slapped Ning Feixue on the other shoulder.

With a bang, Ning Feixue was so painful that tears almost came out.

Who did he offend?

"Grandpa, Lianmei and Rongmei and I are truly in love. The commitment was a misunderstanding. Lianmei and Rongmei and I went to a cave to hide from the rain on a stormy night. Guess what, there was a snake demon hiding inside, wanting to eat the three of us."

"Can I, Ning Feixue, tolerate the snake demon's temper? When Lianmei and Rongmei and I worked together to kill the snake demon, I accidentally punctured a pink gland in the snake demon's body with my newly acquired flying sword technique. You know what happened next."

Ning Feixue said with a shameless face.

"If it weren't for this, you would have been a dead soul under my control. How could I accept you as my personal disciple?"

Looking at Ning Feixue's lazy appearance, Wan Shanlian said unhappily.

But he had to admit that Ning Feixue was indeed very lucky. He had encountered many adventures in just three years. Now his merits have been promoted to the eighth level of the True Person Realm. If he takes another step up, he will prepare for the promotion to the True Lord.

"Grandpa, Brother Feixue is a very good person~"

A delicate voice was heard, and at this time, a girl in a white skirt and white silk stockings and a girl in a black skirt and black silk stockings walked out together. The two of them took Ning Feixue's arm and refused to give in to the silver-haired old man.

Yi Chen: "...." Damn it, I am still at the stage of not meeting the king, how did Ning Feixue do it~

With a helpless bitter smile, Wan Shanlian, who was very considerate, asked Yi Chen to drink tomorrow, and handed over the space to Yi Chen, Ning Feixue and others.

Everyone drank under the stars, and the sound of cups was the sound of memories.

Ning Feixue once again boasted about the fight between him and a Taoist priest at Yaoguandu.

Compared with him, his Taoist companions Bai Lian and Bai Rong were less free and easy, more restrained, and not as casual as before when the Buddhist disciples were preaching.

After all, they can now deeply understand the weight of the Taoist priest back then.

That was a person that even their grandfather, who they regarded as a god, had to be careful to please.

Time passed quickly and could not be retained, just like the money in the purse, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When he looked back, ten days had passed.

Qingping Mountain, one of the three mountains in the world, appeared in front of Yi Chen.

To Yi Chen's surprise, many cultivators gathered on Qingping Mountain and sat in meditation in front of the mountain.

"Wan Shanlian, the great elder of Qinglian Sword Sect, wants to see Qingping Zhenjun."

The old man who had accompanied Yi Chen for ten days, a silver-haired old man, was awe-inspiring. He flew out from the floating blessing ship and bowed respectfully to the towering Qingping Mountain.

Unfortunately, the voice sank into Qingping Mountain, like a mud cow into the sea, without any movement.

At this moment, Wan Shanlian's mentality changed a little bit...

"Wan Shanlian, the great elder of Qinglian Sword Sect, wants to see Qingping Zhenjun!!!"

This time, Wan Shanlian took a deep breath, urged his magic power secretly, and spoke again, and the majestic voice resounded through the sky.

Unfortunately, there was still no response.

Gah~ Gah~

After the response, the air was as quiet as a chicken.

At this moment, Yi Chen felt embarrassed for Wan Shanlian.

"Elder Wan, stop shouting. Not to mention you, the deputy master of the Killing Sword Pavilion, Qingmao Sword Master, has been sitting in meditation for three days, and Qingping Zhenjun has not shown up."

A black-clothed sturdy man in the distance couldn't help but sneer at Wan Shanlian in the sky.

Qingmao Sword Master is an old senior who has been famous in Zhongzhou for many years. His cultivation is unfathomable. He is a powerful figure who holds the seventh level of the Dao.

As this person spoke, an old man with a restrained aura in the crowd slowly took off the straw hat on his head and smiled at Wan Shanlian:

"Elder Wan, I haven't seen you for decades. You are more elegant than before~"

Many eyes gathered on Wan Shanlian. At this moment, the great elder of the Qingping Sword Sect was ashamed and angry.

He was actually prepared for Yue Qingping to reject his surrender. After all, a person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. If Yue Qingping really wanted fame, she should be the empress of the Great Yue Dynasty now, and she would never look down on the identity of the leader of the Taoist Alliance.

But what he never expected was that he couldn't even enter the door of Qingping Mountain.

"Hey, let me do it~"

Yi Chen was sitting in the boat drinking wine with Lin Luo. Seeing this scene, he could only sigh helplessly and left the boat in a flash.

The cultivators only saw a burly Taoist figure suddenly appear, standing in the air, facing Qingping Mountain and said: "Yi Chengzi wants to see Qingping Zhenjun!"

There is no need to introduce yourself, just the three simple words Yi Chengzi.

Compared with others, Yi Chen's way of knocking on the door seems particularly simple.

"Another boaster. So many seniors didn't let Qing Ping Zhen Jun show up. Just rely on you Yi Cheng... What! Great Qin State Master Yi Chengzi??" The black-robed sneered at first, and then seemed to think of something, his eyes widened and almost popped out.

He looked at the extremely strong back muscles of Tian Ji Taoist, and shouted out of control.

They originally wanted to gather more fellow Taoists, hoping to use the power of everyone to let Qing Ping Zhen Jun come out, but today the Great Qin State Master, the world-shaking Chun Yang Yi Chengzi came, so it was different.

"I wonder if Qing Ping Zhen Jun will give this Great Qin State Master a face!"

At the foot of Qingping Mountain, many cultivators suddenly had the same thought in their hearts.

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Qingping Mountain was full of clouds and mist, and the atmosphere was magnificent.

Beside a sword-washing pool, a peerless nun was playing the piano. The sound of the piano was murderous, with a sense of contention and injustice. Along with the sound of the piano, waves of sound turned into sword energy and all sank into a cave on Qingping Mountain.

Swish, swish, swish!

The mighty sword energy presented many strange images, some transformed into dragons and elephants of Buddhas, some danced with swords for immortals, some became the form of true spirits, and the sound continued.

Dong~

Yue Qingping's hand on the guqin suddenly pressed down, and the sound suddenly stagnated.

She only saw an inexplicable smile on the corner of her mouth, and she brushed her robe back with her jade hand, but she said in a domineering and clear voice:

"Lingyue, what do you think about your master sitting in the top position of the five realms, which will shame all the men in the world?"

"Master is pure and beautiful, and has the spiritual charm of the world. Naturally, he is the best in the world. There are few men in the world who can be on par with Master." Shui Lingyue held a whisk in her hand and stood behind Yue Qingping and smiled softly.

"You are speaking in favor of your husband. Do you think I can't hear it?"

"But I heard that he killed two demon commanders, which is a great thing. I don't know how much he contributed to this."

Yue Qingping smiled happily, stroked her hair with her jade hand, and was about to say something else, but suddenly her eyebrows raised.

"Interesting, disciple, your good husband is here."

"Well, I will weigh whether Yichengzi is qualified to go to Qingping Mountain alone!"

"Master!" Shui Lingyue's face showed a look of surprise and joy when she heard it. Just when she wanted to ask for mercy, Yue Qingping's figure had disappeared.

The space fluctuated, and a peerless female nun suddenly appeared on Qingping Mountain.

She had a beautiful appearance and extraordinary temperament. She wore a Tai Chi Taoist robe and a lotus crown on her head. There was a gorgeous charm between her eyebrows, which made her even more elegant.

"Yichengzi, in the past, Ying Si accepted my Three Heavenly Swords before he could go to my Qingping Mountain. Today, if you want to go to my Qingping Mountain, you must also accept my Three Heavenly Swords. Let me see if you are qualified."

"Accept or not, make a quick decision!"

The peerless nun looked at the burly Taoist in the distance with an interesting look, her eyes wandering, as if she was quite curious about Yi Chen's skills.

"I will accept the three swords of Qingping Zhenjun!" Without any hesitation, Yi Chen immediately agreed.

He, Yichengzi, also wanted to try the taste of Qingping Zhenjun's Three Heavenly Swords.