Wei Yao's body suddenly staggered, and his heart was shocked. Not to mention how the person behind him got behind him without Wei Yao being able to detect it. The strength of his arm alone was enough to rank among the first-class masters.

among the list.

You must know that for people who practice martial arts like Wei Yao and others, kicking skills are the basic skills, and Wei Yao's skills are one of the best among the six pillars. Not to mention ordinary people, even a strong bull can do it.

It was difficult to pull it, but now it has lost its balance directly under the arm, which shows how powerful the person behind him is.

During a battle, life and death often occur in an instant. Wei Yao couldn't help but think about it. He stepped lightly with his right foot and suddenly exerted force on his back, knocking the person behind him staggering.

The person behind him obviously didn't expect Wei Yao's reaction to be so quick, and the force of the back collision was even more surprising, so that his own body fell backwards uncontrollably, and the arms that were originally squeezing Wei Yao were not aware of it.

A little relaxed.

At this moment, Wei Yao turned his wrist lightly, Xuan Xing's blade turned behind him like lightning, and raised his hand to stab the person behind him under the armpit.

In the dim light and shadow, the man behind him saw Wei Yao's movements, and his expression immediately changed. Although Wei Yao's backhand sword seemed simple, it concealed many back moves. Although Wei Yao was holding the sword with his backhand at this time, there were other moves.

His index finger was hooked at the bottom of the sword hilt. Although he was sure to block it by pressing against Wei Yao's elbow, Wei Yao was able to fly the sword out and hit him directly.

The two people's center of gravity was already unstable at this time, and it was almost impossible to continue to resist, so they had to loosen their arms around Wei Yao, and took a step forward in the direction of the sword, resisting Wei Yao.

While raising his elbow, Yao quickly stretched out his two fingers to clamp Xuan Xing to prevent Wei Yao's sharp blade from popping out, and hurriedly said: "Friend Wei, wait a minute, I am Kunlun Qinglingzi!"

"Um?!"

Hearing this, Wei Yao's heart suddenly raced. The Kunlun this person was talking about was the Kunlun Sect.

Kunlun Mountain is known as the first sacred mountain in ancient times. According to legend, the ancient great sage Yuan Tianzun opened a dojo here, established his teachings, and led the immortals.

After the Battle of Conferred Gods, the original Heavenly Lord left the world and disappeared without a trace. All the disciples under him also dispersed on their own, some ascended to heaven, and some created their own sects in the human world.

There are countless disciples of Chanjiao, and after such branches and leaves, there are now many monastic schools in the world. In terms of origin, as long as they are monks, they are more or less connected with Chanjiao, and Jiang Taigong's

The branch that continues is the Kunlun Sect.

Although there were many people in the Kunlun Sect who were skilled in occult arts at that time, Jiang Taigong was already the prime minister of the Zhou Dynasty at that time, and many important ministers of the Zhou Dynasty were also supported by Jiang Taigong. Therefore, in order to avoid King Wu's suspicion, Jiang Taigong did not

The Kunlun sect was too closely connected with the imperial court, so several powerful occult sects were selected from the people at that time to form the Six Pillars to serve the imperial court.

Therefore, in a sense, the Six Pillars and the Kunlun Sect have the same origin. Although at the time, the Kunlun Sect was far more powerful than the Six Pillars, with the support of the royal power and the change of dynasties, the Six Pillars'

The development has never stagnated, but the Kunlun Sect, which is deep outside the government and the public, has gradually declined. In recent years, it is rare to hear about the Kunlun Sect. There are even rumors in the world that the Kunlun Sect has long been

Has been lost.

At this time, when he heard that the person behind him turned out to be a member of the Kunlun Sect, Wei Yao's mind immediately flashed through all the events, and his movements slowed down slightly, but he did not stop because of this. He turned around to face the person.

The Xuanxing in his hand was placed across his chest, and he looked at the incoming person with vigilance. After all, the Kunkunlun Sect had been lost for many years, so he couldn't help but be a little wary of the Qinglingzi who suddenly appeared.

The man in the middle is thin and dressed in a Taoist priest's attire. He is about sixty years old. He is slightly taller than Wei Yao by half a head. He has a high bun and a childlike face. His beard may hang down on his chest. His eyes are extremely bright. Even in the

In this dim environment, there is still a brilliance that is unforgettable.

Qing Lingzi smiled indifferently, raised her fingers lightly, and made a silent gesture on her lips. Then her handprints changed, and a faint formation pattern quietly rose from the feet of the two of them.

During the whole process, the vigilance on Wei Yao's face did not fade away, and Qing Lingzi seemed to see what Wei Yao was thinking. Therefore, when performing the secret technique, it was as if the master was giving a demonstration to his disciple.

Generally, the movements are extremely slow, and before the handprints change, they even pause deliberately to let Wei Yao see clearly.

Wei Yao understood that this was done deliberately by Qing Lingzi to dispel his suspicions. The secret technique used by Qing Lingzi now is a sound barrier, which is a relatively common and universal secret technique.

After the barrier covered the two of them, Wei Yao said, "Senior, how do you know my surname is Wei?"

Although Wei Yao's tone was very respectful, the vigilance in his eyes was still strong. On the one hand, it was because the other party's identity had not yet been verified, and on the other hand, because of the other party's name for him, he could be sure that the person who called himself Qing Ling

He had never seen this person before, but his identity really made him puzzled.

Hearing Wei Yao's words, Qing Lingzi smiled lightly and said, "Let me make a bold guess. I am the contemporary ghost king?"

As soon as Qing Lingzi said this, Wei Yao was startled again, and his expression became more respectful: "Please give me some advice, senior!"

Qing Lingzi smiled faintly, pointed to his ear and said: "I think there is no other way to increase the strength to the extreme while lowering the heart rate, except for the Eighteen Beats of Ghost Pulse of the Ghost King Wei family, and at such a young age.

Being able to cultivate it to the peak level, and being able to fight back under my control, you are considered a top existence even in the Wei family. Combined with the Xuanxing Sword in your hand, you will undoubtedly be the contemporary ghost king!"

Although Qing Lingzi's tone was soft, it was like thunder in Wei Yao's ears, and almost every word set off huge waves in his heart.

In order to avoid being noticed by the mysterious man under the light film, he deliberately suppressed the sound and breath of his heartbeat when performing the Eighteen Beats of Ghost Pulse, but Qing Lingzi could still see through it at a glance, and he could also hear that he had already

He has cultivated the Eighteen Patterns of Ghost Vein to the extreme, which shows that his profound skills have reached the realm of the mind and eye.

The most important thing is that in this dim environment, Qing Lingzi can still recognize Xuan Xing at a glance, which shows that he also has a deep understanding of the Six Pillars.

Seeing Wei Yao's eyes twinkling, Qing Lingzi smiled slightly, gently stroked his strands of light beard, and continued: "Hasn't that little guy Moping ever mentioned this to you?

Me?"

Hearing Qing Lingzi's words, Wei Yao was once again shocked beyond measure. If he guessed correctly, the Moping Qing Lingzi mentioned should be his grandfather, the previous ghost king Wei Moping, and Wei Moping was still called that little guy.

Could it be said that the old man in front of him was much older than his grandfather? Then he was over a hundred years old.

Cultivators like them have a much longer lifespan than ordinary people, and it is not very rare to be over a hundred years old. However, he has never seen such an old man as energetic and condensed as the old man in front of him.

"Qing Lingzi, Qing Lingzi...!"

At this moment, Wei Yao's mind suddenly flashed, and he suddenly remembered something that his grandfather Wei Moping once told him when he was very young.

Although Wei Moping was the eldest son of the direct line at that time, due to an internal injury when he was young, his cultivation stagnated. Liu Zhu tried all kinds of methods but could not cure it, and his future was gloomy.

Later, by chance, Wei Moping met an expert who was thought to be a hermit. Not only did he heal his internal injuries, but he also taught him a set of wonderful mental techniques to regulate his body. Since then, Wei Moping not only had all his internal injuries, but his cultivation has also improved by leaps and bounds.

, and finally succeeded to the throne of Ghost King as he wished.

Therefore, Wei Moping set up a ranking of immortality for the master at home. The name written on it was his mentor Qingling Zhenren. When Wei Yao was young, Wei Mo often took him to pay homage to that ranking.

I told myself about that past time and again, and every time I told it, my eyes were full of gratitude and longing. Even before Wei Moping died, he regretted not being able to see his mentor again.

Thinking of this, Wei Yao immediately put away Xuan Xing and knelt down on his knees. The vigilance and suspicion in his eyes were swept away, replaced by reverence and excitement: "Is the senior the master of Qingling?"

Qing Lingzi nodded slowly, shook his head again, and said self-deprecatingly: "There is only Qing Lingzi here, where does the real Qing Ling come from, and how can there be any real person in the world!"

Seeing Qing Lingzi's personal admission, Wei Yao was even more excited and hurriedly told Qing Lingzi about the memorial tablet Wei Moping had set up for him, the things he had asked his descendants to worship at all times, and the regrets he had before his death.

After listening to Wei Yao's narration, Qing Lingzi's face, which had always been wearing a calm smile, couldn't help but feel a touch of sadness, and sighed softly: "Idiot! Idiot! I didn't accept you as my disciple when I was a teacher. It's not that I

The rank in the door and wall is because you need to fulfill the role of ghost king and benefit the common people. If you follow me, you can only be an idle cloud and wild crane, useless in the world and of no benefit to the people!"

After hearing what Qing Lingzi said, Wei Yao finally understood why his grandfather Wei Moping was annoyed and sighing every time he mentioned Qing Lingzi. It turned out to be because Qing Lingzi refused to accept Wei Moping as his disciple. But at this time,

It was obvious from Qing Lingzi's words that he had already considered Wei Moping as his disciple in his heart.

Wei Yao hurriedly kowtowed three times: "Wei Yao, the unworthy descendant, brings my grandfather Wei Moping to kowtow to my ancestor!"

Looking at Wei Yao who was kneeling in front of him, Qing Lingzi's eyes suddenly changed. A surging breath burst out instantly, and his figure appeared in front of Wei Yao as if he teleported. His slightly skinny palms were heavy.
Chapter completed!