At this moment, the two sword lights collided together. In an instant, countless tiny sword threads scattered, cutting the stone road between Zhang Ruochen and Nan Ci into countless small pieces.

The sword silk just flashed by, then disappeared without even the wind blew, because these sword silks were too thin and sharp.

Cutting the air with thin lines will naturally not cause a storm.

But this is what makes everyone most amazed and afraid.

Many people took a few steps back because they were not sure whether they would be cut into pieces like the huge stone in front of them next time when these two men fought.

It is said that these stones have array patterns carved by monk Tongxuan, which can be destroyed by ordinary qi training.

But in an instant, they were chopped up before even the formation pattern was lit up.

Many people widened their eyes and were all shocked.

"I thought it was just Senior Brother Nan Ci who was teaching that man a lesson, but it turned out to be so unexpected. It seems that I had preconceived ideas."

Those who can come to Chunyang are not fools. They have no grudges and no enemies with Zhang Ruochen. When they see this, they will naturally not be sarcastic. Instead, many people stabilized their emotions and began to reflect on themselves.

The disciples of Lingyun Peak should have the ambition of being strong, but the ambition of being strong is not arrogant and arrogant.

Sister Yang Yulu and the women in palace clothes are now full of glory.

They are also cultivators who practice Qi Great Perfection, and their Taoist heart is still close to the bright cultivation level, but she still couldn't expect that Zhang Ruochen was so strong.

"For the Taoist practice world today, it is very easy to practice at the level of Qi training, because this stage is mainly about the cultivation and polishing of true energy. As long as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is sufficient, it can be improved quickly. The most important thing that Pure Yang is spiritual treasures."

When the Taoist priest of Xianyu saw their shocked appearance, he spoke at the right time.

"Therefore, true practice is not to practice Qi, but to sublimate the spiritual artistic conception and make the mind clear. This step is a world of difference."

The woman in the palace dress pondered for a moment and replied: "Practicing the Tao means cultivating the mind. If the Tao is accomplished, the great way will be accomplished."

"That's the reason." Taoist priest Xianyu smiled and nodded, recognized the words of the woman in the palace dress, and then turned to Jiujiu beside him and said: "Miss Kitten, since just now, you have believed that your senior brother is not Nan Ci's opponent, but you have been silent. It seems that you are very confident in your senior brother!"

The Taoist Xianyu was very curious about Jiujiu's peace. His mind was extremely sensitive. From the beginning, he knew that the little girl was worried about her senior brother, but she quickly calmed down. When others were bustling, she was the only one who was quiet.

When he saw someone talking to him, Jiujiu thought about it with a bright smile and said seriously: "I don't know if that is confident. I just believe that my senior brother will not lose."

Looking at Jiujiu's smile, the Taoist Salted Fish smiled knowingly.

He knew that what was revealed in his shiny eyes was a rare kind of trust.

This kind of trusting look has never been seen again since three years ago.

Perhaps this child will be an amazing person in the future.

Because there was a child who had such a look.

And now that child is no one he can catch up with.

"Oh, is that sure?"

As soon as he thought of this, the Taoist priest Xianyu was a little excited and bent down to Jiujiu and said, "Then how about we bet."

Jiujiu shook her tail, tilted her head and said in confusion: "Gambling?"

Taoist priest Xianyu moved his left foot and half-turned his body, pointing to Nanci and said, "It's that. He is my junior brother, named Nanci. Let's bet. Who can win with your senior brother? We will bet..."

"No gambling!"

Just as the Taoist Salt Fish was about to make a name for himself, Jiujiu immediately interrupted him.

"Why, aren't you very confident in your senior brother?"

Jiujiu still looked at him with a smile and said, "Because my senior brother said that gambling is not good, and I just trust my senior brother, but 'trust' is not the capital I used to bet on him."

After hearing this, the smile on his face became more and more obvious. The girl's personality was very likable.

"It seems... I was wrong."

The Taoist Salt Fish replied with a smile, looking at Zhang Ruochen and thought to himself, this person is really a blessing, where did you pick up such a cute cat?

...

Nanci also laughed,

He smiled very well, just like a snow lotus suddenly blooming in the snow-capped mountains that have not melted for thousands of years.

He was very satisfied with Zhang Ruochen.

The long-standing sword did not disappoint.

"Hahaha!"

As he thought about it, his smile gradually changed, and finally he burst into laughter. The wind came from the dragon, the clouds came from the tiger, and the laughter moved to the sky.

People don’t understand why, but some people feel the joy of laughter.

So the crowd became bustling again, because this was the first time they heard Nan Ci laughing like this.

"Since Chunyang was founded, it has been countless years since its establishment. First, the ancestor Chunyang was in the face of the ups and downs, and the world was observed, and the ups and downs of the world, and then the ancestor Chunyang had won the supreme fortune through the great changes in the Middle Ages." Nan Ci took a step forward, and the sword just now made him feel happy, so he had more rare words.

"Those stories are certainly heroic, but they are too far away from us. There are talented people in the country and today, there are also earth-shaking figures."

When he said this, Nan Ci paused and asked Zhang Ruochen: "Do you know which four swords are only recorded in the last chapter of "Chuyang Lu"?"

Zhang Ruochen pondered slightly, raised Wuyou and replied, "I don't know the other three, but I must have this one in my hand!"

After saying that, Zhang Ruochen took a step forward, and the vast sword intent rose up on his body, like Mount Tai pressing the top of the top, and the cover of the south and left.

It is impolite to come but not come back. Zhang Ruochen was not angry. He just thought he was a polite person.

"Autumn snow is worry-free, thunder and fire are shaking."

Nan Ci was not angry when facing Zhang Ruochen's actions, but was a little happy and even spit out eight words to Zhang Ruochen.

Autumn snow, worry-free, thunder, and fire.

Zhang Ruochen thought to himself, this should be the name of the four swords.

At the same time, he was also interested in Nan Ci in front of him, and then he came to Chunyang. Looking at the reactions of the people around him, they didn't know whether they had any worries in their hands, so the question came.

Where did this person know?

This made Zhang Ruochen curious.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ruochen looked at Nan Ci with a little more distinction.

Perhaps this person knows something others don't know.

"A sword!"

Zhang Ruochen looked at Nan Ci intently, and the pure Yang sword energy on the sword flowed endlessly.

"A sword!"

Nan Ci also took one step forward, restrained his smile and gave his all.

The two looked at each other and confirmed their eyes.

Then he set out his sword at the same time.

The sword came out in just one moment!
Chapter completed!