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Three monks, one late stage of the Golden Pill, and two early stages of the Purple Mansion. All three were looking at the bluestones made by Jiang Feng. Among them, the late stage of the Golden Pill, frowned and walked forward slowly.

After walking a few steps, he was still some distance away from the circle drawn by Jiang Feng. The Jindan stage monk's steps slowed down a lot. After two steps, the monk raised his right foot and did not fall down for a long time. His eyes were still staring at the bluestone, his brows became even tighter, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

Nearly half a minute later, the late-stage Jindan monk raised his right foot and finally landed. When his right foot fell, the monk's face suddenly changed. Before the monk could do anything, he saw the monk fly backward. Judging from his body posture, it was like someone kicking him hard in the stomach and kicking him away.

When the late-stage Jindan cultivator flew out, the other two early-stage Zifu monks staring at the blue stone also retreated at the same time. They retreated for about ten steps before stopping. At this time, the late-stage Jindan cultivator had already fallen down the mountain.

Two early-stage cultivators of the Purple Mansion were still looking at the bluestone. After they looked for a while, they looked at Jiang Feng, then looked at Du Feng and Fu Guodong. Then they looked at Jiang Feng. At this time, they were all thinking, could the words on the bluestone be written by this monk who had only fluctuated his cultivation level in the early stage of the Golden Pill?

Jiang Feng was still sitting cross-legged. He didn't have any movement. He didn't need to do anything at this time. He believed that as long as these monks were not stupid, they would definitely notice the bluestone. As long as they noticed the bluestone, they would be attracted by the words on it. After reading the words, Jiang Feng did not believe that these monks would get closer.

The two early-stage monks of the Purple Mansion, including the late-stage monks of the Jindan who had already climbed up again, noticed the words on the bluestone. What they were looking at was not actually the words, but the things contained in the handwriting. Not only did there be a strong sword energy on it, but also a very special aura. It was this very special aura that easily repelled the late-stage monk of the Jindan.

Just when these three monks were attracted by the handwriting on the bluestone, more monks flew here. Before these monks arrived, a young man in black appeared in the air. The man was holding a folding fan in his hand and was slowly swaying. He seemed to be walking in the air, but his speed exceeded that of all other monks.

Before the other monks arrived, the young man in black landed on the top of the mountain. When he was in the air, he saw Jiang Feng, as well as Du Feng and Fu Guodong who had absorbed the hundred-year-old Shouguang. This man also recognized Jiang Feng and remembered that he had seen these three people in the cave space.

This young man in black was the young man standing on the raft when the cave space appeared that day. After looking at Jiang Feng, he also looked at the bluestone. When he noticed the special aura on the bluestone, he was immediately attracted. He also took a step and seemed a little impatient to walk forward.

At this time, some monks had arrived at the top of the mountain one after another. The cultivation levels of these monks were uneven, most of them were in the middle and late stages of the Golden Pill, and a few were in the early stages of the Purple Mansion. There were also two other monks who were cultivators in the middle stage of the Purple Mansion.

The young man in black slowed down little by little. He walked farther than the late-stage Jindan monk who was repelled. The man walked to the circle drawn by Jiang Feng with his sword energy before stopping. His eyes were also staring at the bluestone. The folding fan in his hand slowly changed its trajectory, as if he was gesturing something.

The other monks on the top of the mountain looked at Jiang Feng, looked at the bluestone, and then looked at the young man in black. Soon, all the monks who had reached the late stage of the Golden Pill looked at the bluestone. The monks in the purple palace stage even took a step forward, as if they were about to get close to the bluestone.

Of course, there are monks in the late stage of the Golden Pill, and even monks in the Guji stage come to join in the fun. These people also stared at the bluestone, but did not find any difference in the bluestone.

The Zifu Cultivators who were approaching the bluestone suddenly stopped. After a few seconds, the monks all looked pale and then retreated. It was exactly the same as the actions of the two early-stage monks who retreated before.

The young man in black was still standing there looking at the bluestone. The folding fan in his hand was also shaking constantly. The expression on his face seemed very confused. He also shook his head frequently, as if he was denying his mistakes.

All the repelled cultivators of the Zifu stage looked bad, as if they had been attacked. In fact, their minds were really attacked. But these cultivators did not take any more rest, and soon, they walked forward again. However, this time, they were more careful and did not walk as close as the last time. After stopping, they still looked at the bluestone, as if they were comprehending something.

The other monks on the top of the mountain also started to discuss this at this time. The monks who did not find any abnormal bluestone learned from the late Jindan monks that there was a sword energy on the bluestone, and a breath containing the profound secrets of swordstone. If they could comprehend, they would definitely gain a lot.

The late-stage cultivators of the Jindan stage could not get as close as those of the Zifu stage cultivators. But they were unwilling to give up. These people were soon ready again, and after getting closer, they stopped to observe.

Du Feng and Fu Guodong also looked at the bluestone. They could not see the words on it, but they felt the sword energy on the bluestone. Although they could not use their cultivation, they could also judge what was contained in the bluestone based on their deep foundation.

"So this is the origin of the name of the Sword Lord. It is indeed extraordinary. He deserves the name of the Sword Lord." Fu Guodong said softly.

Du Feng suddenly smiled, and he also whispered: "The people of Wuchuan gave him the title of "Swordless King" just because fellow Daoist Jiang used his sword. If they knew that fellow Daoist Jiang had such achievements in the sword path, there would probably not be so many people who died."

"I hope these monks can be more cautious. Don't let down Fellow Daoist Jiang's painstaking efforts." Fu Guodong said.

"I'm afraid this painstaking efforts will cause greater trouble." Du Feng whispered.

The two of them naturally realized that Jiang Feng made this bluestone and wrote on it to attract those monks. They also used this to warn those monks not to look at the surface.

Jiang Feng was once silent in the sword path. His own consciousness once helped the sword path awaken and witnessed the sword path awakening. This sword path is not visible in this world, at least on this planet. The words he wrote contain a trace of the true meaning of sword path. If he could comprehend, it would be of great help to the sword path practice.

Any cultivator who has reached the late stage of the Golden Pill can feel the abnormality on the bluestone. The cultivator of the Purple Mansion stage is even more obvious. However, with their cultivation, they cannot comprehend the true meaning of the sword art above. Even if a cultivator in the Lingtai realm comes, it is a question whether he can walk to the circle drawn by the sword energy.

The late-stage Jindan cultivators tried hard to feel the breath on the bluestone with their spiritual sense. Their faces began to become painful, but they did not give up and were still trying to comprehend. Not long after, a late-stage Jindan cultivator suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and fell backwards. Then two other cultivators vomited blood and fainted. At this time, the other late-stage Jindan cultivators took back their spiritual senses and stood up to retreat. Even the Zifu cultivators had to restrain some spiritual senses. Otherwise, they would have been injured. Only the young man in black who stood on the edge of the circle did not retreat at all.

Many people were talking about it, and they realized that the bluestone was extraordinary. They also realized that Jiang Feng, Du Feng and Fu Guodong were probably not simple. At this time, a monk had already sent messages to his friends or masters to tell them about the things here. The monks also began to guess what kind of cultivation the young man in black had. And what he saw from the bluestone.

There were still monks who were attracted by two light columns. But now no one got closer easily. Anyone with stronger cultivation was attracted by bluestone. After staring at bluestone for more than half an hour, the young man in black finally raised his hand. Other monks, including those who were trying hard to comprehend, stopped and looked at the young man in blackstone.

The young man in black closed the folding fan and wrote it in the air with the folding fan as a pen. After the spiritual power condensed in the air, he wrote a stroke. When the young man in black wanted to write another stroke and formed a character of the character, he was unable to write the other half of the character. The young man in black looked a little painful, and his cultivation aura was growing rapidly and he was looking around.

A powerful aura dissipated in the hollow of the young man in black. The other monks retreated one after another in this aura. The young man in black finally wrote another stroke of the herringbone. After writing, the man took a step back and looked at the herringbone in the air. There was no joy on his face. Because soon, the herringbone had cracks and then it shattered with a bang.
Chapter completed!