The First Sword of the Earth

Chapter 21: This sword can pick up stars, and it will call the moon in the future!

The applause around him was endless, and the disciples of the various schools were excited about it. Many monks took the initiative to ask their teachers to show off their Taoism.

How much, this exchange meeting also looked like a Taoist exchange.

A Daocheng disciple chanted a spell urgently, urging the Thunder God method, and it really made a faint electric arc.

There are also young Taoist priests chanting verses high, which arouses a great uprightness, and then floats back to make people scratching their heads;

There are still people on the ground, setting up a maze with a pennant, showing many signs. Although this fashion has not been able to fully display the power of the formation, they have thoroughly understood the principle and rationale of the operation of the maze.

Wang Sheng didn’t have much feeling about these things. He was mostly looking at the Taoists around him. He had a vague impression of himself, which proved to be a great ‘master’ in the future.

The elder sister next to 　　 was enthusiastic about watching, and from time to time she exclaimed ‘Oh’ and ‘Oh’ from time to time. She didn’t stingy with applause when she should applaud, and she didn’t feel nervous about her coming on stage.

“Sister, are you going to go up this time?” Wang Sheng asked quietly beside him.

Mu Wanxuan blinked, her eyes eager to try.

Wang Sheng smiled and said: “Listen to Uncle Master and the others. If we don’t have to do it, we can just come here for free travel.”

Mu Wanxuan suddenly chuckled and nodded. After understanding the meaning of the younger brother, she dispelled the idea of taking the initiative to perform the next two rituals and gossip, and continued to watch the various magical techniques in the field.

The Wudang team leader, Li Shiwu, knew that he was not good at his cultivation level.

Simply, this Wudang Mountain Foreign Affairs Chief only waited until almost all of the mountains and gates had appeared before he got up and said: “I Wudang will also show my teachings.”

Here, the two long-awaited Dao chiefs immediately turned around and looked at the six disciples behind them. They seemed to have been prepared long ago to let Meng Hong and Zhou Yinglong appear on stage to demonstrate the Wudang Taoist teachings.

Meng Hong is on the left, Zhou Yinglong is on the right, Meng Hong has empty hands, and Zhou Yinglong is holding a sword.

Under the gaze of the more than twenty Taoist masters and their respective disciples, the two of them are inevitably a little nervous, and Li Shiwu’s words have added a little burden to them.

The two are going to shoot one by one. Meng Hong first slowly opened his posture, which seemed to be the Tai Chi that can be seen everywhere, but between the gestures, the heavens and the earth were in harmony, and the palms seemed to be filled with faint white light.

Five moves to close, just taste it.

Meng Hong slowly pressed his hands down, a stream of pure heaven and earth vitality hovered around him for a while, half of it belonged to him, and most of it dissipated.

Liangyi Taoist rhyme is not obvious, but it is really subtle, and the public can’t pick out any shortcomings.

A few Taoist leaders still applauded lightly, which is considered to be a shame.

However, after Zhou Yinglong displayed the Taiyi Sword Jue’s starting style, a few harsh words came from the crowd:

“Wudang sword is indeed exquisite, but today everyone is showing Taoism, swordsmanship or something, some are not appropriate.”

“Is there no way of imperial sword in Wudang? Oh, yes, the way of imperial sword is the secret of several immortal mountains in Shu. Before that, there was no vitality in the world, and Wudang would not look at the so-called method of imperial sword. ”

The little burr-headed Taoist lying on the bench spoke again, but this time he did not hide his location and voice, and greeted him there, “Don’t talk nonsense about the two in front. Be careful, this Wudang brother urges you to get out. Three thousand sword energy can be said in seconds.”

‘S words were a little embarrassing, and the young Taoist priests around him all laughed, and most of the Taoist priests were silent.

Although there are schools close to Wudang Mountain, or similar in number, I want to stand up and argue a few words at this time, but I don’t know how to refute it for a while.

Zhou Yinglong’s state of mind was suddenly broken, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was a little trembling.

Wang Sheng frowned slightly when he saw this, without turning his head back, he grabbed Senior Sister Yao’s arm and got up and walked towards Zhou Yinglong.

If his shot is slightly slower for half a second, the burr head not far from here is probably already

“Which Tao is in the dark!”

“Brother Zhou,” Wang Sheng’s voice cut off Zhou Yinglong’s cursing in time.

Wang Sheng gently patted Yinglong on the shoulder next week, and whispered, “I’ll do it.”

Zhou Yinglong turned around and looked at Wang Sheng. He seemed to be affected by Wang Sheng’s state of mind, and his anger dropped by more than half.

This Senior Brother Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, held the sword in his hands to Wang Sheng, and whispered: “Senior Brother Lao, I’m ashamed of Wudang for my brother.”

“What did the brother say?” Wang Sheng’s voice was not rushed, but it spread steadily throughout the field, making many sleepy old Taoists shine in front of them.

Amplification is not difficult, but the difficulty is that it’s like a breeze, which is unconsciously abrupt.

This requires extremely pure essence, at least the spiritual mind of the later stage of concentration, and the support of his own calm and waveless state of mind.

Wang Sheng said leisurely: “Brother’s sword art is introverted, so I don’t know it with the naked eye. It just happens that I have some fancy sword styles, which are just right to demonstrate.”

Zhou Yinglong chuckled lightly, his smile inevitably a bit bitter, but he didn’t say much, turned and left.

All around looked at Wang Sheng, Wang Sheng took a breath, stabilized his mood, and then slowly closed his eyes.

He was annoyed by the phrase ‘swordsmanship is not Taoism” that these people said, and he didn’t want the senior sister to stand up and be pointed and run on.

Therefore, standing here, facing these hundreds of eyes.

He was calm and calm, as if he was practicing swordsmanship on the mountain, but the navy blue robes seemed to hide a few faint stars.

This unfamiliar long sword seems to be of better quality than my own saber. At least the true essence is injected into it. It will not be like my own square dancing sword, which is on the verge of breaking at any time…

Then, the qi and the body are combined with the sword, and the form and mind are combined with the god.

This is the accumulation of Wang Sheng more than ten years before his rebirth, and it is the sublimation gained after three years of hard work in Wudang Mountain after his rebirth.

When he opened his eyes again, the long sword in his hand seemed to be one with him, and a strand of True Yuan penetrated into the sword when he swam, and then returned to himself after going around.

A little breeze swept past him, Wang Sheng hadn’t made any movement yet, just standing there, an inexplicable aura spread across the court.

You Lao Dao suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wang Sheng with some surprise.

“This is……”

A young monk who was originally prepared to watch a good show, now gradually focused his attention, and the whispers around him disappeared.

The cultivation base is in the God-focusing realm, and whenever the spirit of oneself is released, they are vaguely located at Wang Sheng’s place, and they see a vague sword shadow.

The cultivation base was under concentration, but was surprised by the faint sense of oppression emanating from Wang Sheng at this time.

The little burr Taoist who has been on the long boarding and lying down, I don’t know when he has already sat up, his eyes are slightly surprised and he looks at Wang Sheng’s back…

A Taoist commander from Huashan suddenly shouted: “Bright Jianxin! This is definitely the Jianxin recorded in ancient books!”

Before this long voice fell, the long sword in Wang Sheng’s hand was already gently sliding.

Then he stepped down, and naturally stepped out of the position of the Big Dipper. The several sword moves in the Seven-Star Sword Formation were scattered by him at will, and he took it easy, as if it turned into another set of advanced swordsmanship.

There are eight commonly used sword styles www.readwn.com to split, stab, lick, draw, wipe, cut, cross, and fall.

At this time, it seemed that Wang Sheng was only practicing these eight basic movements, but after a few moves, everyone saw the sword shadow flashing, and the cultivation base was slightly lower, and it was impossible to see Wang Sheng’s not too fast figure. .

The sword falls into the galaxy, like the prosperous world ups and downs like an empty fantasy.

A series of twelve sword styles, the sword holder wanted to stop his figure, but it seemed that he still had some intentions.

Then he braved the wind to rise, his stature jumped three to five feet, the robe hunted, the sword screamed clearer.

It is like when falling from the clouds, an immortal splashes ink from top to bottom, leaving trails of sword light in the air.

Close the sword, return to the situation, but the sword shadow is the clearest time.

Wang Shengjian handed his left hand to his back, and slowly pressed down with his right hand and sword fingers. The sword light directly above him flickered slightly, revealing a Big Dipper picture!

Then the sword light quietly exploded, as if countless stars are shining down, making the front of Chongxi Hall and the Yuehua Terrace look like dreams.

“How can swordsmanship not count as Taoism?”

Wang Sheng’s voice slipped slowly, and many monks who had been immersed in the sword style just woke up, but when they went to look again, Wang Sheng had already walked back to the seated area of Wudang Mountain on the sidelines.

“Brother’s sword.”

“Hey,” Zhou Yinglong stretched out his hand to catch his saber, but his smile was somewhat bitter.

This brother…

Is it too late to change my mouth and call brother?

Not far away, the little Taoist priest sitting on the long board with a deep burr head holding his arms, his eyes gleaming, and he stared at Wang Sheng closely, as if he wanted to stand up immediately, but his eyes showed some thought and caution.

After this delay, Wang Sheng had already sat back on the bench and sat beside his senior sister.

He just sat down here, and the noise around him quietly came.