(Four thousand words, so it's a little late. There's still the next chapter, try to get it done before six o 'clock.)
Zhang Chunlin said angrily, "Is this person crazy!"
The head of the villa, Zhang Bingling, was also worried. The woman was the personal disciple of a Qi Refinement Master in the Guanyin Sect. She was expected to inherit the mantle and take over the master's legacy. This was also the reason why the Guanyin Sect was furious. There were millions of people who practiced martial arts in the world. A rare character like her had always been seen as a "embryo that cannot be bought with money". After the woman fell in love, she focused on helping her husband and teaching her children. Her cultivation was already gone, but her foresight was still there. Similarly, she did not think that the guest could gain any benefits. It must be known that the old woman among the 16 Qi Refinement Warriors not only had a high status in the Guanyin Sect, but also had a very high seniority among the Qi Refinement Warriors in the entire South. She looked like an old woman, but in fact, she had lived for nearly two decades. In martial arts, she might be afraid of the young and strong. But in Qi Refinement Warrior, there was no doubt that the older she was, the more experienced she was. Like swordsmanship, Li Chungang, who had a huge feud with the Guanyin Sect, could reach the top before the age of 30. After reaching the top, no one could compare to him. But for Qi Refinement Warrior, in a thousand years, only a few people had great luck before the age of 30. The pugilistic world liked to praise someone's supreme talent as a rare occurrence in a hundred years. For Qi Refinement Warrior, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a once in a thousand years occurrence! Li Chungang happened to bury such a talented person who did not change half of the country's territory.
Zhang Chunlin immediately took the lead and walked out of the pavilion, "I'll go and stop that lunatic. There's no reason for outsiders to bear the disaster of the Youyan Heights."
Zhang Bingling and the woman looked at each other and smiled. They went down the mountain hand in hand.
Newborn calves were not afraid of tigers because they had not entered the mountains and did not know the power of the Conical Eye Worm. Due to Zhang Chunlin's family background, he was afraid of the Qi Refinement Warriors to the extent that he did not even dare to draw his sword. Zhang Bingling mocked himself as a blacksmith and his swordsmanship was average. But Zhang Chunlin's talent was excellent. When he was 20, he was only a step away from the Master Realm. In the past five years, he did not dare to slack and waste. He was obsessed with swordsmanship, but he still did not dare to fight with the white's. So when he saw the small boat on the lake blocking the road, he was a little annoyed that the guest did not know what was good for him. He was more worried that the white-haired man who was fishing alone in the boat would be implicated by the Youyan Heights. After all, although Zhang Chunlin was the young master of the Youyan Heights, he was still a simple person. Even if his talent was inherited from his mother, he was still Zhang Bingling's son and had a precious heart. The terrifying thing about the Qi Refinement Warriors was not that their swordsmanship could kill people easily, but that these Qi Refinement Warriors were like the favored children of fate. After they entered the Qi Refinement Realm, they could rely on their own opportunities to obtain one or even several great magical powers from the Xuan Finger Realm or even the Celestial Realm. Ordinary martial artists in the Jianghu, not to mention the Level Two Master Realm, even the top masters of the Vajra Realm could fight with them. Before they used their trump cards, they would not be at a disadvantage.
On the lake, Hsu Fengnian was facing sixteen Qi Refinement Warriors with different achievements.
Hearing the three words "Beiliang Blade", except for the old woman who was the leader, the rest of the white Qi Refinement Warriors did not care at all. The Guanyin Sect was isolated in the sea. Even during the Spring and Autumn War, they did not care about anyone's feelings. Before the Central Plains was in turmoil and the Divine Land sank, there were countless emperors and ministers in the sea who worshipped the Guanyin Sect with the most prestigious secular identity. When they met Immortal Ta An, they all followed the etiquette of a disciple. They were ecstatic and sincerely asked for advice on how to maintain their health. The Qi Refinement Warriors of the Northern Sect were also called "Dragon Attaching Sect" or "Dragon Supporting Sect". They were similar to the ancestral court of Taoism, Dragon Tiger Mountain. The Qi Refinement Warriors of the Southern Sect were more like the peaceful Wudang Mountain in a corner. They did not ask about the common people but only ghosts and gods.
After the sixteen white Qi Refinement Warriors of the Guanyin Sect left the sea and landed on the shore, they only walked on the steep path. They climbed the mountain when they met the mountain, stepped on the water when they met the water, collected the sky thunder when they passed the Heavenly Abode, and hunted the flood dragon when they were near the abyss. They did not meet the common people face to face. When the sun rose from the east, they breathed in and out the morning glow on the peak of the mountain. It was true to the old saying that Immortals did not show their true colors. In their eyes, the life and death of the Youyan Mountain Villa were nothing but the growth and death of the grass and trees. They did not disturb their hearts at all. This was not because the Qi Refinement Warriors regarded other people's lives as lowly as ants, but because the Qi Refinement Warriors treated themselves the same.
A white-haired man with a Beiliang Blade was not worth mentioning in the eyes of these Qi Refinement Warriors who were used to worshipping Immortals. What really impressed them was the cultivation of the man who sat steadily on the bow of the boat.
Heaven's Net has a long arm. The Qi Refinement Warriors were the secret characters who found the loopholes in the Heaven's Secret. If the Heaven's Secret wanted them to leap over the Dragon's Gate, then they would support them. The Imperial Astronomer Dragon Affiliation Sect came because of this. If the Heaven's Secret was missed, then it would be regarded as an Extraterrestrial Demon, an evil and filthy thing. They must break the soul and send it to the Moon Mirror Courtyard so that it would never be reincarnated. The Guanyin Sect did this even more. In the past, the Great Immortal Qi Xuanzhen on the Lotus Platform was angered by the Heaven's Secret. He ignored the future Heaven's Calamity and killed the Extraterrestrial Demon but did not send it to the Immortal Island Courtyard. Instead, he took the initiative to give them a way out and treated them the same as the ordinary evil people. He only sent them to the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Therefore, the Guanyin Sect had always regarded him as a brilliant Earth Immortal.
When Hsu Fengnian fought with others, no matter how extraordinary he was, he never liked to nag. It was only a matter of life and death. Today, he made an exception. He lightly stepped on the boat and the fishing rod on the boat jumped up. He held it with one hand and shook his wrist. Wherever the fishing line touched, the snowflakes were crushed and scattered.
"The reason why I stopped you today is because I have two things to say. I know that your Guanyin Sect has never interfered with worldly affairs, and can be considered a genuine overseas immortal master. I personally don't have the slightest bit of ill will towards you, but you've always felt that Qi Xuanzhen, the reincarnation of Ancestor Lu, slayed the demons back then, but then let them go and sent them to Samsara. This is a heaven-defying act. But today, I want to say something to Qi Xuanzhen, or rather Hong Xixiang, that as far as I know, he self-destructed twice, once on the Devil Slaying Platform of Mount Longhu, and once on Wudang's Little Lotus Peak.
The male Qi cultivator who did not know whether to sit or stand up sneered, "How dare a vulgar person speak of the Heavenly Dao!"
The old woman who was thousands of miles away from the vulgar people gently raised her hand. Her face was expressionless as she signaled the younger generation to not speak.
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