Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 352 Sword Fighting

Suddenly, a Taoist voice echoed from the sky. The sound was like a Huangzhong bell or a Dalu bell, and it kept reverberating in the sky: "Master Yuqing, please come to Jinghai Nanshan for a chat!"

Li Yuqing suddenly stood up and said, "Someone is calling me!"

When Du Fang heard about Jinghai Nanshan, he suddenly felt a little sad. The woman in front of him should be the same kind of people as those great sword sects, and they all came here.

It must be to embarrass Brother Mo!

Du Fang suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go!"

This time it was Li Yuqing's turn to be surprised. He said in astonishment, "Weren't you reluctant to leave just now?"

"You...you are here for...Mo...Mo Qingfeng of the Taixuan Sword Sect, right?"

"Yeah, you know a lot!"

"Just like you, let's go now!" Li Yuqing smiled and shook his head, "No, I can't take you with me. Your realm is too low. If you are hit by the sword light, you will be completely destroyed, not even a trace of ash will be left."

Upon hearing this, Du Fang became more anxious. There were seventeen or eighteen ninth-level sword cultivators, and this woman said she wanted to fight with swords. She must be here to make things difficult for her elder brother.

"Then you stay here first! I'm leaving!"

He turned and walked out, his whole body suddenly froze. He didn't know when, but a net thinner than silk appeared on his body, shining with divine light.

Li Yuqing said softly, "I have to think of a way. Otherwise, if I take you there like this, they might recognize you!"

At this moment, the Taoist voice in the sky suddenly became extremely loud: "Master Yuqing, come to Nanshan quickly!"

"Don't push me anymore, I got it!"

Li Yuqing scolded softly, frowned, bit his lip and said:

"How can I keep you from being discovered?"

"I am a human being, not a thing!" Du Fang's words just fell, and his feet suddenly trembled. He looked up in panic, and saw a sky-blue sword light almost a hundred feet long in the depths of the sky, passing through the air and sweeping across the sky above Jinghai.

The entire space shook three times at that moment.

"Oh no, the fight started so soon!"

Li Yuqing frowned slightly, and without hesitation, he pulled Du Fang and flew towards Nanshan like an arrow.

When he saw the hundred-foot-long sword beam again, Du Fang's heart suddenly felt a little dazed. He remembered very clearly that he had once slashed out such a hundred-foot-long sword beam in Longyuan Divine Mountain.

That slash split the entire sacred mountain in pieces.

Now that the sword had been swung, Du Fang didn't dare to think about Brother Mo's situation anymore.

Li Yuqing's figure was too fast.

In the blink of an eye, the two figures had landed between the three thatched huts.

In front of the thatched hut were sixteen imposing figures, their bodies surging with blood and energy. The one standing in the front was an old man with a white beard, also carrying a golden sword on his back. Another one was wearing a purple robe, holding an extremely thick purple fairy sword in his hand.

In front of the thatched hut, Mo Qingfeng was sitting cross-legged in an ordinary cloth robe, with a rusty sword stuck in the stone. Behind him were three plain thatched huts.

Looking at the vicissitudes of life on Mo Qingfeng's face, he seemed to have aged a lot after not seeing him for three years. Du Fang felt sad. He knew what was on Brother Mo's mind and what he had experienced.

Although he had come here secretly since they parted three years ago, he never dared to disturb him again.

Du Fang doesn't want to learn swordsmanship, nor does he want to learn to read and write with Brother Mo. He likes to wander in the mountains and live a free and easy life, which is completely contrary to Mo Qingfeng's expectations of him.

Seeing him alone again, facing so many Ninth Realm Sword Cultivators, I couldn't help but feel worried, and then I saw that his face looked older than it did three years ago.

Du Fang suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

Li Yuqing took him and stood in the middle.

The tense and murderous aura that was about to break out suddenly disappeared.

Mo Qingfeng raised his head, his face full of smiles, staring at Du Fang, and smiled gently: "Brother, you are finally here! I was worried about you!"

"Big brother!"

Du Fang felt a lump in his throat and almost cried.

Mo Qingfeng whispered, "The masters of the three Jinghai tribes took away your rat-skin remains. I've been blaming myself and worried that you'd fall into their hands!"

As Du Fang walked forward, his body was suddenly caught by the silk thread.

Mo Qingfeng saw through it immediately and said to the beautiful woman, "Junior Sister Yuqing, you brought him here not to blackmail me with them, right?"

Li Yuqing said in a gentle voice, "Senior Brother Mo, we, Taixuan, Taishang, and Taiwei, are originally from the same lineage. Why are you so stubborn? Do you have to make things difficult for everyone?"

Mo Qingfeng slowly stood up and said, "Let's put aside the dispute between our three sects for now. If you recognize me as your senior brother, please let me come over first!"

"Who is this rat-headed goblin?"

"Where did you come from?"

Someone suddenly asked, and the white-bearded old man shook his head and said, "Anything that Jade Purity Immortal could bring here must be something extraordinary. Am I right, Immortal?"

The old man with white beard glanced towards Du Fang with a sharp gaze.

Du Fang suddenly shuddered.

The suppression of the aura of this desperate strong man on the low-level cultivators was simply too terrifying. Du Fang's immortal body in the previous life did not feel it.

It was not until I became a miscellaneous cultivator in this life that I finally understood the horror of the suppression of that realm.

Suddenly, a soft breath came out of the body, and the discomfort was dispelled in an instant.

Li Yuqing waved his hand and said calmly:

“This is the fairy spirit of this life!”

The crowd suddenly stirred, and sixteen or seventeen eyes swept over at the same time, their sword-like gleams staring at Du Fang's body.

The entire yard was suddenly filled with murderous intent, and even the clear blue sky gradually dimmed.

No one expected that Du Fang would suddenly raise his head and chest, take a step forward, and shout loudly:

"I'm not an immortal. I'll say it again, I'm not an immortal. Immortals would have died a long time ago!" As he took this step forward, his aura instantly exploded. The top masters of the major sword sects were all choked at the same time, suppressed by his aura.

Confusion flashed in some people's eyes. The old man with white beard also looked at Li Yuqing suspiciously, as if waiting for her explanation.

Li Yuqing looked calm and asked leisurely:

"You are from Lingxiao Mountain, right?"

"So what? I'm a disciple of Lingxiao!"

Li Yuqing smiled and said, "Your name is Du Fang, and you are the leader of Lingxiao's 3,000 disciples, right?"

"What nonsense do you want to talk about?"

Du Fang finally turned his head and stared at Li Yuqing.

But in the distance, a trace of sadness flashed across Mo Qingfeng's eyes.

Li Yuqing did not answer, but glanced around with his beautiful eyes. Those were the core figures of the nine major sword sects. Fifteen years ago, the immortal was born. Everyone remembered his life experience and life silently in their hearts.

Only after everyone slowly nodded in agreement did Li Yuqing cough lightly:

"We are all top figures in the Nine Divine Continents. This rat-headed demon isn't even a first-level demon. He speaks with such a powerful aura in front of us that he seems to be trying to overpower us. Has anyone here ever seen such a miscellaneous cultivator?"

No one has ever seen that low-level monsters would bow their heads and tremble when they saw these powerful beings.

Only this rat-headed monster spoke rudely and did not take anyone seriously.

The answer has been revealed.

Everyone nodded and looked at Du Fang again.