"Get up and practice."
The clear and cold words seemed to be mixed with a bone-chilling wind.
This was clearly a warm hot spring, but Yang Jian did not feel the slightest bit of warmth.
The three moves that he had obtained by chance were indeed left behind by a local cultivator. Thus, Fu Dongliu had called over many peak lords and elders of the Ping Tian Sword Sect. He had practiced the three moves with great care.
He did not make the slightest mistake, and the details were completely displayed.
Thus, he had settled the karma of the three moves. He, Yang Jian, did not owe the cultivators here anything, nor did he owe the Ping Tian Sword Sect anything!
However, Fu Dongliu's junior sister had brought him here. If he had asked her gently and treated her kindly, he could have practiced it ten times since it did not take much effort.
But now …
When this extremely beautiful woman threw him to the ground like a sack, Yang Jian could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
He did not explode because his cultivation was shallow. He naturally could not say anything when this woman called Qinglian humiliated him like this.
However, this did not mean that he would bow to this woman's orders.
Why?
He had no grievances with her, and the karma of the three moves had been settled. To put it bluntly, if he had not used the Eight Nine Arcane Art to comprehend the three moves, the people of the Ping Tian Sword Sect would not have been able to obtain them!
Thus, Yang Jian stood up from the ground and swept the dust off his clothes. He looked at the beauty standing on the rock without a word.
Even though she had peerless beauty and a cold and aloof immortal bones, so what?
Yang Jian didn't say a word and just stared at her. He had already made up his mind. Even if this goddess used her cultivation to suppress him, there was no need for him to lower his head and show his cowardice.
At most, he would fight to the death. He still had the jade talisman that his master had left him!
"Practice." Qinglian's eyes revealed a cold glint.
Yang Jian sneered and stood there. He secretly circulated his Arcane Art and gathered all his strength into his fist.
He was already prepared to attack, even though he knew that his strength was far from this goddess's …
Qinglian frowned and casually waved her hand. An impressive force sprayed out from her hand.
At the same time, Yang Jian punched the air in front of him. This punch should have missed, but it produced the sound of a hammer striking a mountain wall.
Thump!
Yang Jian took two steps back, while Qinglian's beautiful eyes flashed with some surprise, but they soon recovered their boundless coldness.
Qinglian snorted. The hot spring behind her was almost sealed in ice. Her eyes seemed to shoot out two needles and made Yang Jian's forehead ache.
"Practice or die."
"Die?" Yang Jian suddenly laughed. His laughter was a little abrupt, and it was filled with anger.
He pointed at Qing Lian and cursed through gritted teeth, "What right do you have to decide my life and death?"
Qing Lian closed her eyes and suddenly floated up. Three thousand strands of her hair swept out, and in an instant, sword shadows overflowed from the ends of her hair.
Tens of thousands of Ice Soul Swords covered the sky and rushed toward Yang Jian!
However, Yang Jian was completely fearless. He attacked in anger, his fists constantly smashing towards the sword shadows that filled the sky. However, the movements of his limbs were much, much slower than the sword shadows!
Whoosh! Sou sou!
The sound of clothes tearing could be heard, and the sword shadow was stained with blood!
Under Yang Jian's fists, the Ice Sword Shadows only managed to shatter a dozen of them. The remaining Ice Sword Shadows quickly streaked across Yang Jian's body, leaving behind one tiny wound after another.
When Qinglian once again landed on the rock, her white hand lightly shook, and the myriad of ice soul swords quietly disappeared, turning back into vital energy and returning to her body.
Yang Jian, on the other hand, was already kneeling on one knee on the ground. His entire body was covered with hundreds of scars from when his skin had just been cut open.
Before the blood could flow out, the wound had already healed. This was Yang Jian's own self-healing ability.
Qing Lian replied coldly, "Because I'm stronger than you."
"Indeed, if you're strong, you can order the weak around. This is a rule that applies everywhere."
Yang Jian's voice had regained its calmness. He slowly stood up, and with a slight shake, white smoke appeared on his body.
That was the sword qi left behind by the Ice Soul Swords that had slashed open his body. At this moment, Yang Jian had directly dispersed it.
"If I'm strong, you can't say anything if I make you lower your head and make you a slave, right?" Yang Jian slowly raised his head, his eyes shining with an astonishing light.
Qing Lian did not mind at all. She nodded lightly and spat out a single word, "Practice."
Yang Jian did not say anything. He wiped off the traces of blood on his body and took off his short shirt. He took out a Daoist robe that he often wore on Jade Spring Mountain from his thumb ring and slowly put it on.
Then, he looked at Qing Lian and said calmly, "I won't practice."
"You really think I don't dare to kill you?" Qing Lian frowned slightly.
"Only death awaits."
Yang Jian took a deep breath and began to circulate the Eight Nine Arcane Art. "Death is death, my body is unyielding!"
"Unyielding? Then let me see how tough your bones are!"
An expression that Yang Jian could not understand appeared in Qing Lian's eyes. It was clearly hatred, pain, and a kind of madness.
He had just arrived in this world not long ago. He definitely had not provoked this beautiful crazy woman!
Who knew why she was forcing him so hard!
But sitting and waiting for death was not in his character. Even though he knew he could not win, Yang Jian still attacked with all his might.
His figure rushed to the left!
Yang Jian dove to the side without any flourish. The moment his body rolled down, he had already grabbed two stones the size of goose eggs.
Sword shadows rose again. This time, there were only seven Frost Sword Shadows!
However, Yang Jian's arms suddenly flung out. The two stones created a loud sound as they tore through the air, smashing towards Qing Lian like two black lights!
Qing Lian's figure flew straight into the sky. The two black lights flew past her feet and even shattered a sword shadow formed from spiritual energy!
The strength of Yang Jian's throwing stones was actually this strong!
The Sword Light moved, directly slashing towards Yang Jian's limbs. However, it did not lock onto Yang Jian's heart and lungs.
Yang Jian took the opportunity to retreat, leaving behind two large pits with two steps. His speed had exploded to the extreme!
Of the six sword shadows behind him, one had even chopped off a strand of his fluttering hair. However, he did not even turn his head, continuing to rush forward!
"Hmph!"
Qing Lian was already angry that her attack had missed. Sword shadows had already drifted out from behind her.
The sword shadows were like a hurricane!
However, Yang Jian was not running casually. He rushed into a pile of rubble.
His waist was like an axis, and his feet were like a mountain!
Borrowing the momentum of turning around, Yang Jian directly kicked away two large stones that were taller than a person and flew towards Qing Lian in the sky!
Sword shadows fluttered in the air like a violent storm, directly bombarding the two boulders. Following a series of explosions, the two boulders actually exploded into powder bit by bit!
At this moment!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Stone after stone broke through the air, carrying with it the force of thousands of kilograms, fiercely smashing towards Qing Lian!
Yang Jian, on the other hand, leaped up after the dozen or so stones flew into the sky!
"Pingtian Sword Gate!"
Yang Jian roared angrily!
A waterfall appeared in the sky! Thunder under the Moon!
The twenty to thirty people meditating in the hall suddenly woke up!
Although there was a strange phenomenon in the world, Fairy Qing Lian's expression did not change at all. With a wave of her hand, the magnificent vital energy transformed into a large hand that covered the sky, directly smashing away the dozen flying stones along with Yang Jian!
He directly used his cultivation to suppress his opponent. There was no need for those fancy sword shadows!
The art of body cultivation, tempering oneself, borrowing the power of heaven and earth to open the treasures of one's own body. This was the path that Yang Jian walked.
The art of the Primordial Spirit, using the Primordial Spirit to communicate with heaven and earth, seizing the essence of heaven and earth to strengthen one's own strength. With a wave of one's hand, one would have the power of heaven and earth! This was Qing Lian, the path that almost all the cultivators of this era walked!
Perhaps there was no difference between the two, but there was a difference in emphasis on the inside and the outside!
At this time, Yang Jian only had the Eight-Nine Arcane Art and some martial arts skills. He had not yet used the three moves that he had comprehended today.
And his opponent was already the fairy with the top cultivation in this small secret realm. Although she had not yet become an immortal, she was enough to crush the current Yang Jian!
Yang Jian was sent flying by the large hand condensed from spiritual energy, but his belief in the Eight-Nine Arcane Art did not waver at all. This was because he knew that he had only lost because he had not cultivated for a long time.
He was not afraid of losing! If he did not dare to resist under the premise that his master had left him a jade talisman, how could he cultivate the Dao? He would just obediently cultivate Little Chan 'er!
Who could continue to win?
But if he lowered his head just like that, how could he talk about Longevity Daira in the future? How could he say that he walked alone on the Dao!
If the prestige of man lowered his head, how could the prestige of heaven stand tall!
The Eight-Nine Arcane Art, Eight Deaths and Nine Lives!
Bang! Yang Jian was smashed to the ground, and the dozen or so stones also fell.
A ray of cold light suddenly appeared. It was Fairy Qinglian coming over with a long sword in her hand, as if she really wanted to end him here and now.
"Qinglian! What are you doing? "
A familiar voice rang out from the horizon, bringing with it boundless rage! Fairy Qinglian frowned, and her figure stopped in midair.
Fu Dongliu landed a little anxiously. He first pointed at his junior sister, his lips trembling and his face purple. "You! Why are you like this! "
"So what if I am like this?" Qinglian casually dispersed the Ice Sword in her hand and returned it to the original stone.
"Do you know! Our Ping Tian Sword Sect owes him a great favor! "
Fu Dongliu wanted to slap her. If it were any other junior sister, he would definitely do the same.
But the person in front of him … the person who only gave him a cold side profile on the green stone …
The entire sect owed her a debt, but it was already not allowed for him to shout at her even half a word.
Fu Dongliu smiled bitterly and turned to check on Yang Jian's condition. But Yang Jian just happened to punch away the dozen or so stones and slowly stood up.
"Brother Yang … I … Sigh! Qinglian! You! You've really gone mad! "
"Fellow Daoist, let's part here today."
Yang Jian clenched his fists, his chest heaving up and down. But in the end, he did not say anything, and turned to walk down the mountain.
Fu Dongliu sighed to the heavens. Suddenly, he fiercely slapped himself. His eyes were filled with tears, but he did not have the slightest bit of face to chase after Yang Jian.
What the hell was this!?
"Elder of Star Plucking Peak, come quickly! Send Brother Yang down the mountain! If anyone dares to harm his life in the secret realm, I, Fu Dongliu, will cut them down! "
Then he howled to the heavens, his howl filled with grief and indignation.
"Hmph!"
Qinglian snorted coldly, watching Yang Jian's lonely figure as he left.
He had been injured by a palm strike with fifty percent of her cultivation. Clutching his chest, he walked very slowly.
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