At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was empty-minded, and he did not think about any questions, the origin of the little sword, and who wanted to harm him or test him... He did not think about everything.

In his eyes, everything in the world was gone, leaving only the three-inch small sword in front of him.

Yes, there is nothing to consider.

Let go of all your worries, focus on your eyes, and then cut out your own sword.

Others, meaningless.

While flying back at high speed, Zhang Ruochen pointed to the sword, and then pointed at the three-inch small sword with one sword. In this sword or this finger, Zhang Ruochen did not use any magical powers. He just followed his inner choices at this moment.

Because he knew that no matter whether it was the Pure Yang Sword Technique he had practiced, the half-baked Qimen Dunjia, or other methods, he had no chance of winning against these three-inch swords.

However, he was not afraid of this at this moment. On the contrary, a little bit of inspiration suddenly bloomed deep in his heart, shining on the entire spiritual world.

Then, he couldn't help but draw his sword.

This sword finger is like a stroke of a god.

Sharp!

In an instant, it hit the small sword, making a sound of metal collision, and invisible shock waves spread around and swept across the world, forming a pit with a depth of one foot and a diameter of more than one foot, with Zhang Ruochen as the center. The pit was surrounded by cracks like spider webs.

"ah!"

Even Jiujiu and others, hundreds of feet away, felt the strong wind pressure, and the little guy almost fell. Fortunately, Li Miaoyin supported her.

All this just happened was actually just three breaths. Li Miaoxuan, Li Miaoyin and Jiujiu had not yet reacted to what happened.

"This power is so strong!"

However, even so, Li Miaoyin still felt the huge sword intent leaked from the collision between Zhang Ruochen and the small sword.

"Pure Yang Sword Technique." Li Miaoxuan pointed at Zhang Ruochen.

"What did you say?!"

Li Miaoyin heard Li Miaoxuan's voice and looked at Zhang Ruochen's concentration, her pupils suddenly shrank. At first, she just felt that Zhang Ruochen's sword intent was very strong, but she could not see any traces of Zhang Ruochen's Pure Yang Sword Technique at this moment. It was only after being reminded by Li Miaoxuan that she found some clues.

"I... can't catch up with you after all? Are you not working hard enough?" Li Miaoyin asked in her heart, and then answered secretly: "No, I'm already practicing very hard."

She remembered the last time she was bullied by three guys who had perfect Qi training in the door, Li Miaoxuan, a fool, suddenly burst out and showed his outrageous combat power, almost hammering them to death. Later, it was an elder of Yang Shen who took action and saved them.

Therefore, since that day, I have been practicing very seriously and hard.

When Li Miaoxuan was doing something unknown, she was asking her master and uncle for advice

.

While Li Miaoxuan was staring at a glass of water and staring blankly for an afternoon, she was deducing the magical channel method.

When Li Miaoxuan was sleeping and couldn't wake up, she was meditating and practicing Qi.

In order to... it is to catch up with this fool.

"It's just...it seems now that what's the point of my unilateral competition!"

Li Miaoyin felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't know what the meaning of working so hard was.

She stared at the mysterious wind flying in a daze, Zhang Ruochen, who was as elegant as immortal, and murmured to herself: "Even a person who suddenly appeared is so much better than me."

...

Just when Li Miaoyin was confused, the three-inch sword outside Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows suddenly turned into a dot of light and disappeared.

Then a figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Ruochen and looked up and down at Zhang Ruochen.

"The cultivation level of Qi training is perfect, the Taoist heart is clear, the Pure Yang Sword Art and Jinghong Step have also been cultivated to great success, and the sword just now is well... not bad!"

The person who came was a middle-aged Taoist, wearing a blue Taoist robe, a Taoist bun on his head, holding a floating dust in his hand, and a sword on his back. His face was a little thin, but his facial features were very upright. If he hadn't had his beard now, he would have probably been handsome and handsome.

Zhang Ruochen woke up from the state of empty heart and looked at the middle-aged Taoist in front of him with a serious expression.

This person should have sent the three-inch sword just now.

The Taoist circled around Zhang Ruochen, pretended to be afraid and took a step back, and said, "Don't look at me so lustful, I'm not good at that."

After Zhang Ruochen stabilized his mind, he bowed and asked calmly: "I don't know what the predecessor meant?"

Although it has been confirmed that the person in front of him is testing himself, he came uninvited to be a thief. Zhang Ruochen was very unhappy about his sudden action.

The Taoist shook his head and replied casually: "There is no other meaning, it's just that I heard from that guy Zhang Ziyang that someone is coming to Chunyang recently, so I'll just try your skills."

Zhang Ruochen also became a little angry about the Taoist's disregard for his attitude: "Aren't you afraid of accidents?"

"Oh, I'm angry with you. This donkey's temper is really the same as his."

The Taoist did not care about Zhang Ruochen's accountability.

However, his words made Zhang Ruochen feel turbulent, and he hurriedly asked: "Senior knows Zhang Xuanji, the junior master?"

"The blessings of the infinite heavenly masters." The Taoist waved his whisk, recited lightly, and then said, "The pure yang purple qi comes from the east, and the mysterious and unpredictable worry-free sword. Have your master said this to you?"

Zhang Ruochen thought about it, but did not find any memory of this sentence in his mind. He shook his head and said, "My younger master raised me for many years. Until he ascended to immortality, he never mentioned a single word of Pure Yang."

After hearing Zhang Ruochen's answer, the Taoist put away his smile and remained silent. After a while, he sighed: "Oh, it seems that my senior brother still can't let go."

"Senior Brother? Is my master..." Zhang Ruochen seemed to have figured out something and asked with wide eyes, but was interrupted by the Taoist waved his hand.

At this time, Jiujiu, Li Miaoxuan and Li Miaoyin ran over.

"Senior brother, are you okay?"

Jiujiu asked Zhang Ruochen nervously and worriedly, while looking at the Taoist angrily, staring at the Taoist angrily, gnashing his teeth, as if he was talking.

I'm super fierce, don't bully my senior brother!

"Oh, is there such a cute cat?"

The Taoist walked up to Jiujiu, picked up the Buddha dust, and lit it in front of Jiujiu. Jiujiu didn't understand why, but she felt inexplicable. She wanted to... grab this thing.

Involuntarily, Jiujiu stretched out her hand.

Meow!

He suddenly grabbed it, but when Sun Haoyang saw this, he lifted Fo Chen upwards. Jiujiu did not catch it. Then he frantically used all kinds of unique skills, but still failed to catch it.

"Haha..." The Taoist laughed regardless of his image: "It's really a cat."

Jiujiu pouted and lowered her head, her little tail was shaking, her face turned red, and she muttered, "What's wrong with the cat..."

She realized that she was really being fooled by a cat.

Jiujiu couldn't help but grab the whisk with a cute look, which made everyone's eyes lit up. It was so cute.

Sun Haoyang and Li Miaoyin teased Jiujiu a few more times, and finally Jiujiu hid behind Zhang Ruochen in fear.

Sun Haoyang then coughed lightly and said, "You follow me to return to Chunyang. Everything will be clear by then. My name is Sun Haoyang. From now on, you will call me uncle."

"Hmph." Jiujiu shook her head and expressed that she did not recognize this uncle.

Seeing this, Sun Haoyang seemed to be smiling and turned to Li Miaoyin and Li Miaoxuan and said, "By the way, Miaoyin and Miaoxuan, I made a lot of spiritual fish two days ago. When I went back, my uncle made it for you to eat. Who made me your uncle?"

Jiujiu, who was hiding behind Zhang Ruochen, heard fish eating, and her eyes lit up. She wanted to eat, but she couldn't pull her face off and grabbed Zhang Ruochen's waist tightly.

Zhang Ruochen felt pain, and this child... seemed to be getting stronger again.

"How about it, little cat, if you call me Uncle Haoyang, Uncle Hao will give you all the fish."

Jiujiu's hands became more and more tight, and Zhang Ruochen felt it was necessary to cut her nails.

"Jiujiu, senior brother is in pain."

Jiujiu heard it, let go of her hands, then slowly walked out, lowering her head and making a sound so soft: "Master, uncle..."

"What did you say? Be louder, uncle can't hear it!" Sun Haoyang had a bad taste and pretended not to hear it. He leaned over and stretched his ear towards Jiujiu.

Li Miaoyin and Zhang Ruochen looked at each other and were speechless. Such a big man was so childish.

"Ah! Go to death, I will never admit that you are my uncle in my life, absolutely not!" Jiujiu may have had a sudden burst of self-esteem, and she stretched out her hand with a cold light and grabbed Sun Haoyang's ear.
Chapter completed!