Chapter 42: The Sword Energy Is Flowing, Leading the Young Man to the Sky

Under the foot of the mountain, only the sound of spring rain falling on the ground was left, as if to soak this shock into everyone's heart.

Qingzhou Luo Qingchen, once famous in Kyoto, dared to challenge the legendary champion Li Youan. Although the challenge failed, his deeds were circulated in Lin'an Prefecture.

Martial arts and soul refining, both broke through the fifth realm of the brilliant genius!

Now, he is also competing for the position of the mountain keeper? !

Such a person is competing...

Is there still suspense? !

If the two strong men on the fierce general list are like two mountains lying in the hearts of many practitioners, then the appearance of Luo Qingchen is like a surging river blocking, making those practitioners who want to try their luck and be selected as the mountain keeper by the sixth mountain master almost have no idea.

Although it is said that the mountain master does not look at the cultivation level when selecting the mountain keeper, but pays more attention to the appearance, but... when the cultivation level is strong enough and dazzling enough, then he will be the only one left in the eyes of the world.

Although it is said that rapport is an illusory thing, it is generally inevitable that those with extraordinary talents will be attracted, because the more dazzling a person is, the more eye-catching he is.

The more you look at someone, the more you will naturally have rapport with him.

If you don’t have talent, who will be attracted to you?

Even Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong stared at him.

With both martial arts and spiritual cultivation breaking through the fifth realm, such a strong man is definitely not an ordinary person. Coming to compete for the position of a mountain keeper, perhaps, he can really get what he wants.

Luo Qingchen smiled at the corners of his lips, and the silver sword light lingered around him, bathing in the golden light that tore through the evening clouds, ethereal and out of the world.

Facing the pressure of Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong, he felt nothing, with his hands behind his back, stepping on the sword light, like an out-of-world immortal.

Suddenly, Luo Qingchen stopped, with his hands behind his back, his Confucian robe fluttering, and turned his head to look at the distance where the golden avenue spread, where a luxurious carriage was parked between the mountain roads full of new grass and tender flowers.

Many practitioners also followed Luo Qingchen's gaze and saw the carriage of the Lin Mansion, as well as the two girls and a boy standing next to the carriage frame of the Lin Mansion.

Most practitioners knew that Luo Qingchen was an aide to the Qin Xiang Mansion. The conflict between Qin Xiang and the Lin family was well known to the world. Therefore, in the eyes of the practitioners, Luo Qingchen must be looking at the only girl in the Lin Mansion who could compete for the position of mountain keeper, Lin Zhuifeng.

Lin Zhuifeng was quite famous among the younger generation of practitioners in Lin'an Prefecture. She made her fame with a fire stick. No one had ever thought that there were not many outstanding young men and young ladies in the Lin Mansion. As a result, an adopted girl showed her edge.

Even Lin Zhuifeng felt that Luo Qingchen was looking at him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his palm fell on the fire stick at his waist, and a sense of hostility was rising.

Lin Zhuifeng had no good feelings for the people of the Qin Mansion. What's more, Luo Qingchen was not half as handsome as Mr. An. What were he looking at!

Only Anle felt Luo Qingchen's gaze. Even across the long mountain road, he could sense the solemnity and coldness that came with the spring breeze.

Even Anle had never thought that Luo Qingchen would come to compete for the qualification of the mountain guard this time.

Madam Hua had described Luo Qingchen's talent to him. He was a genius who had broken through the five realms twice.

But now he was just able to refine his spirit and establish his fetal breath, and to open his qi and blood to perfection. There was a big gap.

However, Anle did not underestimate himself. He just started slowly. Now that he had the Tao fruit of [Talent of the Ages], he would catch up sooner or later. There was a difference between hearing the Tao first and then learning the Tao. It was not impossible for the latecomer to arrive first.

Standing in the spring breeze, Anle met Luo Qingchen's gaze and smiled slightly.

Luo Qingchen looked at the smiling boy in the spring breeze, retracted his gaze, and turned his head away.

The mountain road was still hazy in the thick fog, and the scenery on the mountain could not be seen clearly. However, one could vaguely see peach trees full of peach blossoms, smiling in the spring breeze.

The entire foot of the Sixth Mountain was quiet.

Two strong men on the list of martial arts temple warriors, and a genius who had challenged the legendary champion Li Youan.

Many practitioners who came to watch had given up the qualification to compete for the mountain guard in the face of such a lineup.

What they are more concerned about now is who among the three can catch the eye of the Sixth Mountain Master on Qingshan and enter the Holy Mountain.

Luo Qingchen probably has a better chance.

It is rumored that the Sixth Mountain Master is a peerless sword cultivator, carrying a pine wood sword box with three thousand swords hidden in it, claiming to have hidden all the swords in the world.

Luo Qingchen is also a sword cultivator, so he should be more pleasing to the mountain master.

Both Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong are martial arts warriors. One is good at bows and the other is good at spears. Although they also dabble in swordsmanship, there is naturally a gap compared to the professional Luo Qingchen.

Luo Qingchen has a confident smile on his face, his hands behind his back, and the sword light lingering around him like a dragon snake.

He took a step and stepped onto the slightly muddy mountain road after the spring rain, but his clean boots were not stained with mud.

Luo Qingchen took the first step to climb the mountain.

Then, Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong, with their blood intertwined, as if the ancient war drums were beating, also took a step to climb the mountain.

The two of them carried the expectations of the Zhong family and the Ye family, and they were unwilling to give up until the last moment.

The clouds wrapped the pine trees for three hundred feet, and the smoke misted the desolate peaks for ten thousand layers!

The smoke and clouds on the foothills became more and more dense, even blurring the figures of the three climbers who wanted to climb.

The figure standing in the pavilion halfway up the mountain, in addition to saying a word of opening the mountain, cut through the spring rain and evening clouds, and cast the golden light of the sun.

At this point, there was no more movement or words.

People below the mountain were somewhat confused about the Sixth Mountain Master’s thoughts, and could only watch quietly.

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The clouds and mist floated over the ravines.

In the idle pavilion halfway up the mountain, there was a touch of green.

The pinewood sword box stood quietly beside him. The middle-aged man had deep eyes. Wherever he looked, he could see the scene under the dazzling golden light.

He naturally heard the shouts of Zhong Shunchao, Ye Chong and Luo Qingchen.

However, he looked up and saw the sea of ​​clouds halfway up the mountain. He raised his hand and flicked it forward gently, and the sword energy swayed out.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​clouds was like living paper, and the sword energy turned into ink, outlining a picture of ink bamboo.

The middle-aged man observed the ink bamboo, raised the corner of his lips, closed his eyes slightly, and the sword box beside him couldn't help but tremble. The next moment, the box opened an inch.

With a sword chant, the sword light rushed out from it, and a three-foot-long black green sword floated in front of him. The sword energy was surging, and his clothes flew up.

"There are three thousand swords in my sword box, and all kinds of swords in the world are hidden, except for Zhao Huangting's Qingshan. It is great that the young man can draw a touch of sword energy from Qingshan. Qingshan reflects talent, and Mozhu shows backbone."

"Zhao Huangting must have not told the young man about the internal decision... Since you don't want to climb the mountain, please go up the mountain."

The middle-aged man raised his lips, and a smile emerged on his stiff face.

The next moment, he bent his fingers and tapped the ink-colored Qingfeng in front of him.

The Qingfeng burst out with a loud sword chant, and then turned into a touch of ink light, with a tail, like a black silk thread, sticking to the mountain road down, like a line of river tide separating heaven and earth.

Split the mist and spring rain all over the mountain into two, and opened a clear mountain road.

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The world suddenly gave birth to sword chants.

Luo Qingchen, who had just stepped onto the mountain, suddenly raised his head, and a touch of joy appeared on his face.

"Here it comes."

The corners of his lips were raised, and his confidence blossomed like a flower at this moment.

Looking up, one could see that on the mountain peak, the misty rain and fog were dispersing from both sides, and a black green sword with sword light was whistling down.

The sword energy and pearl light were rising!

The high rank of this sword made Luo Qingchen very excited.

The black green sword went down the mountain road all the way, heading straight for Luo Qingchen who was standing on the mountain road.

Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong behind him felt depressed.

Luo Qingchen felt extremely happy in his heart, and at this moment, even the dust that Hua Jiebing had sprinkled on his heart of Taoism was shaken off a little.

Facing the increasingly approaching black green sword, the sword energy around him suddenly gathered, raised his hand and put his sword fingers together, and the sword energy swirled around his body, solemnly wanting to take over this sword that symbolized the identity of the guardian of the holy mountain.

However, when the sword was about three feet away, Luo Qingchen's face suddenly changed.

Because the speed of the sword tearing through the mist and fog did not slow down, and the sharpness made his scalp numb.

The sword is not for him!

Luo Qingchen's eyes condensed, and his heart was surging. Impossible!

Under this green mountain, who can be more suitable for this sword than him, Luo Qingchen!

"This sword should belong to me!"

Luo Qingchen was even a little embarrassed.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the sword directly.

The silver sword energy covered his palm and grabbed the sword body of the ink-colored green blade.

Puff!

However, the ink-colored green blade cut through his sword energy, as if it was cutting through the mist and rain of the hazy green mountain.

By the way, a sword mark was cut between Luo Qingchen's palms, and blood splashed in the mud, adding a bit of blood to the mountain road after the rain.

Luo Qingchen froze in place like a statue, opening his eyes in shock.

The sword whizzed past, and Zhong Shunchao and Ye Chong were stunned one after another. The two also reached out to catch the sword, but they felt that the sword was not aimed at them, so they gave up without hesitation, stepped back and turned sideways, letting the black green blade pass in front of them, cutting through the Qingming Mountain Road, drifting into the peach blossom forest, and heading towards the foot of the mountain.

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At the foot of the mountain, there was already an uproar.

Because you can see that the thick fog and spring rain on the mountain were cut by a sword.

That is the sword of the sixth mountain master, the sword that guides the mountain guard!

This means that whoever holds this sword can enter the holy mountain and rise to the top from then on!

In the luxurious carriage of the Qin Mansion, Young Master Qin had already lifted the curtain and stood on the shaft, looking at the black sword light, with a smile on his lips, watching Luo Qingchen get the sword.

However, the sword light directly cut Luo Qingchen's palm, stained the peach blossoms with blood, and headed down the mountain.

Young Master Qin's smile suddenly disappeared bit by bit.

But the black-black sword cut through the thick fog and fell to the foot of the mountain, still moving close to the ground.

Along the way, many practitioners were terrified and turned aside to make way for the sword.

The black-black sword was running on the sunny avenue, and finally slowed down slowly, heading towards the luxurious carriage parked next to the new grass and tender flowers.

Finally, it hung in front of the carriage, in front of the young man in white clothes with a tattered bamboo sword on his waist.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin were stunned, and all the practitioners at the foot of the mountain were stunned.

After being stunned, the bamboo sword boy suddenly smiled, looked at the black-black sword, and stretched out his hand.

A wisp of sword energy was entangled in the bamboo sword on his waist, and the sword energy spread like a snake on the boy's arm.

The boy held the sword, and the snake sword energy entangled from the black-black sword.

In an instant.

The sword energy was flowing, carrying the boy to the sky, straight up to the ninetieth level of the green mountain!

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