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In front of the Hall of Eternal Life.

"Seventy-two sword tactics, each two sword tactics, corresponding reference. Distributed on the thirty-six mountain peaks. One more sword is not more, one less sword is not more."

"What's rare is that the sword intent of these seventy-two sword techniques actually matches the thirty-six peaks of our Qingcheng Mountain. It is truly a blessing that conquers the world! No wonder Mr. Yang is willing to keep this sword technique in Qingcheng Mountain.

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"This sword technique is a perfect match for our Qingcheng Mountain!"

Many Taoist priests with a sharp vision have seen the deep artistic conception hidden in the seventy-two sword techniques of Earth Evil.

However, with their strength, they can only understand the slightest connection between the artistic conception of the mountain and the sword intention of the Earthly Demon. The deeper mysteries and realms are not enough.

"Mr. Yang is worthy of being the life and death friend of our ancestor. Once he makes a move, he is extraordinary. We at Qingcheng Mountain have the nerve to accept this gift for our ancestor."

Taoist Master Mingkong sighed quietly, came back to his senses, looked at the black-faced Taoist priest next to him with bright eyes, and said: "Junior brother Mingjing, please go down and ask the brothers responsible for each main peak to remember this sword technique firmly.

Try to figure out the artistic conception in detail. Try to understand that feeling as much as possible.”

"In the next few years, let them stop doing anything and try their best to complete these seventy-two sword techniques. If nothing else, we in Qingcheng Mountain will have one more peerless sword technique that can be passed down for thousands of years!"

"Senior brother, don't worry, leave it to me!"

The black-faced Taoist priest also looked excited.

In addition to being in charge of the inner discipline hall of Qingcheng Mountain, he is also a swordsman. He has been addicted to swords since he was a child. He is the best swordsman in Qingcheng Mountain except Taoist Master Yunlong. It is best to leave this matter to him.

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Laojun's view.

Laojun Temple is located at the top of the first peak in Qingcheng, and has always been the backbone of Qingcheng Mountain.

Except for the part that is open to tourists, most of it is a forbidden area, guarded by inner disciples, and no one can enter.

Over the years, because Taoist Master Yunlong needs to retreat all year round, the disciples of Laojun Temple are even more strictly guarded, and almost no outsiders are allowed in or out. Even some elders in the sect, if they want to enter Laojun Temple, must agree with the law enforcement elders before they can be allowed.

"brush!"

At this moment, a tall Taoist priest wearing a dazzling black Taoist robe walked out of the hall.

He stepped out in one step, and like the wind, he swept dozens of meters away and arrived outside the main entrance of Laojun Temple. He stood there quietly with his hands behind his back, a joyful smile on his face.

The gentle breeze blew up his Taoist robe, causing the golden dragon embroidered with gold thread on the Taoist robe to move and swim in the clouds, lifelike, as if it was about to soar into the sky.

"Grandmaster! Why did you leave seclusion?"

The two inner disciples guarding the door were startled when they saw this man coming out. Then they stepped forward with respectful expressions and listened to the instructions.

"It's such a joy to have friends from far away places."

Taoist Master Yunlong looked at the sky, laughed heartily, and then casually gave instructions to one of his disciples, saying: "Changle, go and take out some of the top-quality Dahongpao from my collection to entertain the distinguished guests."

"Yes, Patriarch!"

The disciple named Changle touched his head and wondered where the distinguished guest mentioned by the Patriarch was. But since the Patriarch had given the order, of course he wouldn't say anything. He ran to the inner hall obediently and took out the top-quality Dahongpao that he had carefully hidden.

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He knew that this top-quality Dahongpao was the ancestor's collection. It was brought by a Taoist priest from Jiuhua Mountain many years ago. It was so valuable that the ancestor himself was reluctant to drink it. Unexpectedly, he took it out to entertain guests.

I wonder who this guest is, worthy of such a grand reception from the Patriarch?

"Taoist Priest Yunlong, we haven't seen each other for several months, but I didn't expect that you have already entered the realm of golden elixir! Congratulations..."

Before the figure arrived, the laughter fell leisurely from outside the void.

This laughter is not like the thunderous roar just now, but like the spring breeze, smooth and silent, which makes people feel very comfortable.

"Young friend Yang, you are the one who surprised Pindao! I thought that after entering the realm of golden elixir, Pindao could finally catch up with you. However, now, Pindao finds that he really thinks too much. Your current state is really

Let the poor man not see through it..."

Taoist Priest Yunlong looked at the empty sky and laughed.

Entering the realm of golden elixir, Taoist Master Yunlong was in a very good mood.

However, he knew that this was all thanks to some Star Amethysts given to him by Yang Yunfan. Without the Star Amethysts to nourish his soul, it would have taken him at least ten years to reach the Golden Core realm.

Just now he heard Yang Yunfan's voice ringing in Qingcheng Mountain, saying that he would leave a sword technique in Qingcheng Mountain, but he didn't take it seriously. At the level of Jindan, he no longer looked down on ordinary swordsmanship.

However, Yang Yunfan was his best friend. He had just broken through the golden elixir realm, and he was so happy that he had no one to share it with, so he could only continue to retreat to consolidate his cultivation.

Who would have thought that Yang Yunfan would come to Qingcheng Mountain at this time, as if he came specifically to congratulate him, making him feel the special flavor of the word "friend". That's why he burst into laughter when he went out.

But at this time, he heard Yang Yunfan's voice coming from the void ahead, but he could not sense Yang Yunfan's breath. This was enough to show that Yang Yunfan's strength far exceeded him.

"Well, what's the use of being strong? It's not like we can't solve the problem."

With a faint sigh, Yang Yunfan's figure slowly appeared in front of Taoist Priest Yunlong.

He smiled bitterly and said: "To be honest, I came here today to ask for your help, Taoist Master Yunlong..."

Yang Yunfan was dressed in white. He was handsome and handsome, just like the legendary swordsman who descended from the sky with extraordinary grace. However, his tone was gloomy and he started to sigh before he spoke a few words. It was obvious that he had encountered another problem.

"Little friend Yang, I haven't seen you for several months, why do you look so tired? It seems like you have been through a terrible battle."

Taoist priest Yunlong looked at Yang Yunfan's tired face and melancholy expression, and couldn't help but speak.

That day, during the battle between the Demon-eating Insect Queen, Taoist Master Yunlong did not show up, but the Qingcheng Mountain lineage also sent many disciples. After those disciples came back, they all praised Yang Yunfan highly.

Taoist priest Yunlong originally wanted to invite Yang Yunfan to Qingcheng Mountain as a guest, but who knew that after the First World War in Australia, Yang Yunfan disappeared. Even Taoist priest Yunlong could not find him.

However, Taoist Master Yunlong is a Taoist with a free and easy nature, and he knows that fate cannot be forced. He didn't say anything, he went into seclusion. After he comes out of seclusion, he can still go to Yang Yunfan to talk about his cultivation experience.

"More than just one game, these two months have been more exciting for me than the previous 20 years!"
Chapter completed!