The juniors are all bosses, so I can only hang up

Chapter 119: Casting Sword City

After the figure in the sky finished saying the second-level explosive words, it disappeared.

The secret realm stopped steadily in mid-air and stopped falling down.

The secret realm in front of him is clearly visible, even the rivets on the palace gate can be clearly seen.

Suddenly, the gate of the palace opened suddenly, and a blue light projected from the secret realm, directly projecting into the world below.

That blue light is like a sapphire stone pillar, inserted obliquely between the fairy secret realm and this world, like a ladder.

"That's the entrance to the secret realm?" Ouyang glanced at the beam of light, feeling quite far away from him.

A stream of light flew from a distance, and after standing still, a sword cultivator in a white Taoist robe with a long sword on his back cupped his hands at the three of them and said, "Are you a Taoist friend of Qingyun Sect?"

Ouyang stepped forward and said back, "Exactly, but the suzerain asked the senior brother to come?"

"Master has an order, please follow me to Forge Sword City, three fellow Taoists! Brothers, please!" Jianxiu raised his head slightly and made a gesture of invitation. Although it was an invitation, it gave people a feeling of domineering.

Sword repairers like to pretend to be aggressive, which is the consensus of the entire practice world.

Chen Changsheng summoned the flying sword, and the three of them followed Jianxiu towards the direction of Jianzhu City.

After leaving the territory of Jianzong's inner sect, the sky became lively.

Numerous streamers, like Ouyang and the others, flew in the direction of Jianjian City.

That is a sword cultivator!

Ouyang took a look and could easily distinguish the difference between Zongmen Sword Cultivator and Loose Cultivator Sword Cultivator.

Zongmen sword cultivators usually walk together, uniformly dressed, in groups of three or four.

The sword cultivators in casual cultivators seldom travel together, they all come and go alone.

As for Jianxiu, who has a stinky face all day long and looks like the number one labor and capital in the world, he is still a casual cultivator, and it is a ghost to have friends.

But the number of casual sword cultivators far exceeds that of sect sword cultivators.

After all, those who practice swords are all rebellious masters, how could they be subservient in the sect.

There is even such a saying among casual sword cultivators.

Jianzong's sword cultivator is mediocre, and a truly powerful sword cultivator disdains to be a dog.

The sword cultivator of casual cultivators is the strongest, and his own sword is the strongest!

And there are too many sword cultivators, the entire sky is full of streamers.

From monks who have just established their foundations to big monks who can't see the realm, there are everywhere!

At this time, sword cultivators from all over the world gathered in Jianjian City!

It was a sight to behold!

The sword is the leader of a hundred soldiers, and the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers.

Sword cultivators are always slightly stronger than sword cultivators, but the number of sword cultivators is far less than that of sword cultivators.

The reason is that holding a sword is more handsome than holding a knife!

It doesn't matter if you are strong or not, pretense is the most important thing.

Wearing white clothes with a long knife at his waist, it is not as chic as a three-foot Qingfeng sword.

"Are these people going to Sword Forging City to participate in this Immortal Secret Realm? So many?" Ouyang looked at countless streamers passing by his side, and asked with a click of his tongue.

"Brother, don't worry, these casual cultivators are just a group of peddlers. If they want to enter the secret realm, they need my Jianzong to nod." The disciple of Jianzong snorted disdainfully and said to Ouyang.

Ouyang looked at the disciples of the Sword Sect who looked like Lord Ao Nai Wo He, and felt that if it wasn't for the fact that the three of them were disciples of the Qingyun Sect, one of the nine holy places, he might have included himself in the ones he mentioned. brother three.

"Isn't Jianzong afraid of offending all the sword cultivators in the world?" Ouyang asked curiously.

The disciple of Jianzong sneered and said, "Afraid of them? Have you asked me about the long sword in my hand?"

Sword repairers generally don't reason, because the sword in their hands is reason.

Very tugging, but not very strong.

This sentence was not said by Ouyang, it was said by the system panel, and Ouyang only saw it when he saw the attribute panel of the Jianzong disciple in front of him.

Name: Song Mu (Jianzong head disciple)

Cultivation level: Nascent Soul Nine Layers

Root bone: 9

Charisma: 7

Lucky: 8

Kendo qualification: 9

Exclusive skill: Qinglian Sword Song

Evaluation: Very attractive, but not very strong.

This is the head disciple of the Sword Sect, one of the Nine Great Sacred Grounds?

The attributes are not as good as the current Li Yi.

This is too much, right?

"No wonder Tai A opened his mouth to accept us as disciples when he arrived at Qingyun Sect. It turns out that Jianzong is really short of people!" Ouyang thought with emotion.

While Ouyang was complaining, a huge city appeared in front of Ouyang.

The huge bluestone-piled city wall is full of sword marks, and there are countless sword intents left on it, which makes people feel glaring just by looking at it.

Even when Chen Changsheng and Bai Feiyu faced the city wall, they both felt some pressure in their hearts.

Only Ouyang looked indifferent, because the realm was too low to perceive any sword intent, so there was no pressure at all.

A low realm has the benefits of a low realm.

Looking at the potholed city wall, Ouyang just sighed.

These sword repairers have no quality at all, such a good city wall must be full of potholes, like a dog raising its legs when it sees a telegraph pole.

Song Mu pointed to the city wall proudly and said: "This city wall is the sword marks left by countless sword cultivators visiting Jianzong for thousands of years. The sword cultivators in the world created Jianzong, and my sword sect is the place of pilgrimage for sword cultivators. land!"

With a proud expression on his face, it was like asking if you think I'm a dick or not?

Ouyang raised his hand and echoed twice, he usually doesn't care so much with fools.

Countless sword cultivators flew to the city wall of Zhujian City, and they would drop their swords and enter the city on foot, and there were also disciples of Jianzong in white guarding the city gate.

This sword-forging city does not allow Yujian to fly!

Ouyang and the others also fell down, and followed countless sword repairmen towards the city of casting swords.

Everyone is a sword cultivator, everyone wears a sword, some hang from the waist, some hold it on the chest, some carry it behind the back, and most of them are dressed in white.

In order to get along with the group, Chen Changsheng also took out the long sword in the storage bag and hung it on his waist.

Ouyang dug out his storage bag and remembered that in that unknown fairyland, in order to test the physical strength of the dachshund handsome boy, it had already been broken.

He didn't bring any extra swords, Ouyang thought for a while, took out the rope from the storage bag, and tied the dog around his waist.

Before Liangzi could react, Ouyang Ti had already slipped him around his waist.

Just when he wanted to resist, he was surprised that the rope on his body seemed to be a strange force, directly sealing his own power!

Fuck!Doesn't this bully the dog?

Just as Liangzi was about to protest, Ouyang had already squeezed the dog's mouth to shut it up. If he was not satisfied, he would give it a shot!

Others had swords hanging from their waists, while Ouyang had a brown slender dachshund hanging from his waist.

Fortunately, the dachshund is very thin, and everyone rushed to the city, but no one noticed it for a while.

But it's like a husky suddenly squatting among a pack of wolves. Although it's not eye-catching, it always feels weird.

Chen Changsheng and Bai Feiyu couldn't help taking a step back slightly, staggering a little distance from Ouyang, so as to prevent others from recognizing that they were with Ouyang.

Bai Feiyu had a defeated expression on his face, his senior brother's brain circuit has always been different from others.

Only Chen Changsheng sighed in his heart: "The elder brother in this life is still the same as in the previous life, so he acted so rashly!"