Chapter 221 I Have Been Wandering for a Long Time (8)

"Brother Shen, run!"

"Damn, there are more and more people, how can we escape like this?"

"There are people ahead, be careful."

The matter of cutting down trees is naturally not a problem for monks with advanced cultivation.

The trunk of the locust tree is very thick, so Qiao Yunni did not forget to trim it down a little in advance to worry that it would fall down and hit nearby houses.

Except for Shen Minghuan, whose shoulders could not resist and whose hands could not lift, the remaining five people worked together and pushed the locust tree over without taking too long.

However, they did not expect that the moment the locust tree fell, the residents all over the city seemed to "come alive" and began to chase them desperately.

No matter how fast they are, there are too many residents in the city and they can be surrounded no matter which direction they go.

Xia Ru collapsed while holding the weapon, "Aren't all the trees cut down? Why haven't they returned to normal yet?" There is also her mother here!

Shen Minghuan was panting: "If the tree is cut down, it can only cut off the opponent's claws and teeth, so that he can no longer attack other people. But these residents have already been planted with souls, and this cannot disappear when the tree falls."

"Aru, don't worry." Xu Qingyun pushed away a resident who rushed towards him, "We will ask the master after we get out. The master will definitely find a solution."

Lin Yaochuan struggled to protect Shen Minghuan, "Is it possible to control a sword?"

"No, I've tried it. There are no-fly restrictions in Liucheng." Qiao Yunni replied.

From the corner of his eye, Lin Yaochuan saw an old man grabbing him again. He was so frightened that he put the sword back into his storage ring.

For this generation of Xiu who grew up holding swords and received the most professional teachings, some fighting instincts are engraved in their bones, but now they have to be careful not to let their conditioned reflexes hurt others.

Lin Yaochuan said with a bitter face: "Then what should we do now? I can't do it."

The restrained fight made people irritated. Xu Qingyun looked at the dense crowd of residents who were still coming in the distance, put up a protective shield to protect them, and replied impatiently: "What else can be done? It can only be blocked for a while."

"How long will this be blocked? Are there any moves that won't hurt people? Hey, I'm stupid. What use can moves that don't hurt people?" Lin Yaochuan looked a little uneasy: "Brother Shen, you are smart, you think we are What to do now?”

what to do……

Looking back at Shen Minghuan's life, he has never failed to live up to any "what to do".

Shen Minghuan smiled and said, "Brother Lin, I don't have a weapon. Can I lend you a sword?"

When he smiled like this, he suddenly didn't look like the "Brother Shen" in Lin Yaochuan's impression. Lin Yaochuan was stunned for a moment, forgetting to ask what he wanted to do, and took out the sword from the storage ring.

Shen Minghuan took it.

He happens to know the harmless moves.

"Brother Shen?"

"Xiao Shen?"

Everyone watched blankly as Shen Minghuan held his sword and walked past Xu Qingyun to the front.

It was obvious that he still had the same face and his figure was still a little thin, but when he held the sword, he suddenly had an aura that could be compared to a mountain.

Shen Minghuan turned around, smiled at them, and said gently: "Close your eyes."

The Lord of the Galaxy, Shen Minghuan, has two swords, one is "Dingshanhai" and the other is "All Things Spring". He created his own sword techniques for these two swords and named them after the swords.

The Lord of the Galaxy is accustomed to fixing mountains and seas.

The sword comes out like a wandering dragon, and the vast sky and the earth are shocked. There is no one in the world who can rival him.

Few people have seen the "Spring of All Things" unsheathed, so they don't know that the "Spring of All Things" is an unedged sword. It was not born in this world for the purpose of killing people.

In the spring of all things, what we really want to kill are monsters, demons and ghosts, monsters that can no longer be called human beings, and those who are accidentally provoked by cunning means.

Shen Minghuan raised his hand, and a white streak formed from the tip of the sword, enveloping it with dazzling sword light, gently but invincibly cutting through the dark night.

The sword light washed away the night, and the residents couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise and covered their eyes.

——The white sword light became more and more powerful, as if a sun was born on the ground.

The first form of the Spring Sword Technique of All Things.

Spring mountains are in sight.

Shen Minghuan nodded secretly, and indeed reminded Lin Yaochuan that they were right to close their eyes, but it was really dazzling.

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Three days later.

There is always no shortage of things to talk about in the Divine Realm. In this vast and magical land, too many fantastic or weird things happen every day.

But this is the first time in a century that things have been so lively like this recently.

"Have you heard? Something happened in Liucheng."

"How could I not have heard of this? I didn't expect Shangqing Palace to be so bold. I heard that the four major forces have declared war on them. Will Shangqing Palace be destroyed soon?"

"Hey, who cares whether the Shangqing Palace is alive or dead? Let me tell you, several of Fairy Luo's disciples were also in Liucheng that day. If their disciples were in danger, Fairy Luo would naturally go to Liucheng to save people..."

"I know that. Fairy Luo left late. When she arrived, the matter had been resolved. Those little fairies were asking the residents one by one if they were feeling unwell."

"Don't interrupt, do you still want to hear it?"

"Think about it, go on, I paid for today's drinks."

In the restaurant, Lin Yaochuan hesitated and glanced at Shen Minghuan sitting next to him.

They said goodbye to Xu Qingyun and others three days ago, boarded the flying boat and left Liucheng, but Lin Yaochuan listened to remarks like this for three days.

Lin Yaochuan had never realized that news from the Divine Realm could spread so quickly.

The surrounding tables were chatting in full swing, and just by listening to the speaker's increasingly high-spirited tone, one could tell that things were about to enter a climax.

"After arriving, Fairy Luo discovered that the sword technique that the disciples talked about, which was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it and pierced through the body without leaving any wounds, was actually - Spring of All Things!"

"What did you say? Spring of All Things?!"

"Could it be that Shen Minghuan is still alive?"

After this, the noise in the restaurant doubled in volume. Lin Yaochuan looked at Shen Minghuan, who was eating and drinking indifferently, with a hesitant expression.

Is Brother Shen Shen Minghuan? Lin Yaochuan didn't think so.

It's not that he looked down on his good brother, but Shen Minghuan shouldn't be so happy to eat these ordinary meals, right? He probably wouldn't be willing to sit in the lobby with so many people to eat, nor would he be willing to use these ordinary bowls and chopsticks...

Shen Minghuan, that should be a more noble existence than the phoenix that only lives on the Wutong tree, only eats the Lian fruit, and only drinks the sweet spring. He should be born with the most unique treatment.

Lin Yaochuan successfully convinced himself. He took a long breath and asked in a low voice: "Brother Shen, how do you know the Wanwuchun sword technique?"

Shen Minghuan looked surprised: "I don't know."

"Ah?" Lin Yaochuan listened to the voice not far from his ear, "That's Wanwuchun, otherwise I'll twist my head off and let you kick it like a ball", and then looked at Shen Minghuan's innocent eyes, his expression was a little confused for a moment, "But they all say it's Wanwuchun."

Shen Minghuan sighed: "That's what I learned from an old man at the entrance of the village when I was young. How do I know why they all say it's Wanwuchun sword technique."

It is known that Shen Minghuan is not the old man...

Could it be that the Wanwuchun sword technique was not created by Shen Minghuan himself, and Shen Minghuan also learned it from the old man?

Impossible, impossible.

Lin Yaochuan shook his head and shook off this absurd idea. That's right, the sword technique used by Brother Shen is definitely not Wanwuchun!

Such a conversation is definitely not just happening in a small restaurant. Shen Minghuan is a person who has never been seen before and will never be seen again. Some people love and respect him, and some people fear and hate him.

Because of this piece of news about him, which was not known to be true or false, countless people could not sleep all night.

And Liucheng, since the city was built, had such many and such prominent and powerful guests for the first time.

Luo Jinghong had not left yet.

There were too many immortal cultivators of unknown strength in Liucheng, and the residents were panicked. With her watching, those outsiders would always be more restrained.

This was the city that Shen Minghuan had been to, and she would not allow anyone else to hurt the people Shen Minghuan had saved.

—— No reason, no proof, Luo Jinghong just knew that it was Shen Minghuan.

—— Even after so many years, she still felt heart trembling when she thought of him.

You can't meet someone too amazing when you are young, otherwise you will miss him for the rest of your life.

Luo Jinghong sighed. The Shen Minghuan in her memory was too childish and self-centered. He was spoiled to be lawless, arrogant and conceited, and would not consider others at all.

But there was no way, things like feelings were never controlled by people.

Luo Jinghong didn't know why Shen Minghuan wanted to hide his identity, and she didn't get to the bottom of it. She just wanted to help him.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The door was knocked politely three times.

Luo Jinghong put down the teacup, and the door opened automatically. A breeze blew, and the gauze fluttered in the room.

"Master Qianji has come from afar, and I am sorry for not welcoming you." The voice of the most beautiful woman in the Divine Realm was like a soft and mellow fairy music, and just listening to it made people relax and intoxicated unconsciously.

Yue Qing bowed slightly politely: "Please forgive me for disturbing Master Luo's elegance."

Yue Qing wore a white robe and a Confucian cap on his head, but it was a pity that he was tall and strong, and it was a bit out of harmony.

Luo Jinghong thought, not as good as Shen Minghuan.

Shen Minghuan also likes to wear white robes. He is the best person Luo Jinghong has ever seen in white clothes.

Although Shen Minghuan looks good in any color clothes.

Yue Qing asked: "I heard that Pavilion Master Luo once asserted that the sword technique that appeared in Liucheng that day was called Wanwuchun?"

"So you came for this matter." Luo Jinghong chuckled, "Since Sect Master Yue has come to Liucheng, why don't you go and see it yourself."

"I haven't seen Wanwuchun, I can't recognize it, so I came to ask you." Yue Qing's tone was light, as if he was just looking for a topic casually and didn't care much about the answer.

Luo Jinghong chuckled again: "Does Sect Master want to ask about the sword technique or the person who uses the sword?"

A leaf fell from a tree not far away, and the green turned into nothingness before it fell to the ground.

Yue Qing's eyes were heavy, "What does Pavilion Master mean by this?"

"You are afraid." Luo Jinghong said: "You are afraid that Shen Minghuan is not dead. You took advantage of Lin Qian and others to leave Xinghe to injure Bai Jinwu. The meat dug from Xinghe has supported Qianji's century-old foundation. If Shen Minghuan is still alive, your Qianji Sect will not be able to escape death."

"Nonsense!" Yue Qing shouted angrily: "Then Bai Jinwu colluded with Yu Shenghan to kill him, Shen Minghuan should thank me."

Luo Jinghong sneered: "You can deceive yourself like this, but from my understanding of Shen Minghuan, he will not like anyone to avenge him - especially you, who is in the name of avenging him and doing your own selfish things."

Yue Qing clenched his fists: "You..."

"What about me?" Luo Jinghong was not afraid at all.

She was in the Mahayana period, and Yue Qing was in the Tribulation Period. The gap between them was like a natural moat. It would be easy for Yue Qing to kill her.

However, Luo Jinghong even dispersed his protective spiritual power: "I am right here, do you dare to touch me? In Liucheng, in the place where Shen Minghuan just used swordsmanship, Yue Qing, do you dare?"

Yue Qing's face turned pale.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand, snorted coldly, and left with a wave of his sleeves.