The day’s jaunt to Shidaofang concluded, Chen Ping’an and Jin Su finally found their way to the Jingjian Pavilion, a feat of cartography in itself, blessed by an absence of needless wanderings.

Within the pavilion’s sword hall, a screen-wall bore dense lists, proclamations of bounties for various souls. Among them, Chen Ping’an recognized three ill-fated names: Cui Feng, Xu Ruo, and Song Changjing, each marked for their own unique transgressions.

Cui Feng’s name, a former disciple of the Literary Sage, appeared with lamentable frequency, no less than six times, posters originating from four different continents, a testament to his widespread unpopularity in Haoran.

Xu Ruo, of the Mohist lineage, was the subject of a most curious bounty. Offered by a woman named “Zhengronghu Bishui Yuanjun Liu Rouxi,” the proclamation spoke of a twisted tapestry of hatred and affection.

As for Song Changjing, the reward was offered by Han Wanzhan of Jinjiazhou, a man seemingly burdened by excess coin. His stated reason: a feeling that Xiaoxiao Baopingzhou was undeserving of a martial arts master of any kind.

As Chen Ping’an and Jin Su turned to depart, their path crossed with a trio on the other side of the street.

Chen Ping’an could not help but steal a glance, for the woman amongst them was unusually tall. Her hair bound in a warrior’s tail, her form well-proportioned. A long, unsheathed blade hung at her hip, shimmering like a newly forged star, reflecting the sun in flashes of pure, white light.

Indeed, it was not just Chen Ping’an; nearly every soul on the street was drawn to this singular woman.

A handsome man walked beside her, murmuring softly. She nodded occasionally, her words few.

Behind them strode a middle-aged guard, his aura of violence barely veiled. Perhaps he was a martial artist of low rank, his golden core yet unformed, unable to mask his true nature. Or, if he were of the seventh level or above, his continued air was all the more terrifying. Among the myriad sword cultivators of Haoran, only the Left and Right of the Central Earth Divine Island possessed such a raw and dangerous presence.

Even after they had walked some distance, Jin Su could not resist turning to gaze upon the woman’s back, reluctant to let her go. Though the woman possessed no finery, no striking beauty, Jin Su envied her presence, a feeling she could not name.

Some individuals possess a certain quality that lingers in the mind, while others, despite years of observation, leave no lasting impression.

Chen Ping’an, however, gave it little thought, quickly resuming his course. He took a small sip of wine, his thoughts drifting to the stone arch bridge of his homeland, and thence to the golden arch that spanned the sky, a vision glimpsed amidst endless clouds.

The tall woman, meanwhile, had yet to meet anyone’s gaze.

She approached the screen-wall of the sword hall, quickly scanning the bounty lists. Most she dismissed with indifference, but her eyes snagged on a proclamation in the upper left corner, and she turned to say, “I will take this bounty.”

The handsome man following her gaze started to mutter, “Don’t tear this one, don’t tear this one, just change one…”

But the woman ignored him, tearing off the old list that has been posted for many years.

The master entourage behind the man and woman smiled knowingly as he knew it would be like this.

The man cried and said, “Master, are we really going to Baidi City to make a big fuss? The demon giant close to us is only a few rankings worse than the city lord of Baidi City, and they are also the top ten demons in Haoran. The top leader, why didn’t the national master look for him? After a round trip, maybe I happened to warm a pot of wine for the national master in the palace. Although this devil has been afraid of the national master in recent years, he has nowhere to be found, and it has been reported. News of relocating the sect…”

She interrupted the man with a smile: “The reason why I was able to break the realm is that the man made great contributions. I forgot to tell His Majesty that he had been slaughtered by me.”

The man was stunned for a moment and said regretfully: “Why didn’t the national master persuade him to surrender and recruit him? If there is such a help…”

The tall woman smiled again, “I said it, but he put forward a condition to ask me to be his concubine. I thought about it and felt that it would be easier to make him than to serve tea and water.”

The man lamented first, then woke up, beat his chest and stamped his feet, “Master, you say it to me directly, were these words said before the fight?”

The woman felt a little guilty and patted the man on the shoulder with a smile, “Your Majesty is wise.”

Afterwards, the demon knelt down at her feet and begged for mercy, kowtowed and admitted his mistake, but she did not agree. After leaving the demon sect with corpses all over the mountain, she rode a horse on the mountain path, with the spear head still hanging on the head of the spear in her hand That head was originally wanted to take it to the imperial palace in the capital to show His Majesty a look. What did his big devil look like? But when he thought that the emperor would probably blame himself for not considering the overall situation, he shook his wrist and turned it over. The head was thrown off the spear head, so it was better to assume that nothing had happened.

So she felt a little sorry for the Emperor next to her.

Even if the empress is deposed, the prince is chosen, and the address of the mausoleum, he has to ask his emperor, it is difficult to find in Haoran.

She wants to cherish it.

The man felt a little numb and said in a weak voice: “Then I’ll send someone to the capital and ask them to bring that pair of armor for the national master. The city lord of Baidi City is too invincible, so the national master should not take it lightly.”

She suddenly shook her head, her eyes burning, “If there is a life-and-death battle with Baidi City, it is no different if the gold and silver armor is worn. Your Majesty does not need to do this.”

The man said in a heavy tone: “Please have been many times. I’ll ask you again. Don’t tell me whether you have life or death, just decide the winner. Then, look at the colorful clouds with the lord of Baidi City, play chess, and disperse by the river. walk……”

The tall woman glanced at him and smiled, “Does your Majesty want the Lord of Baidi City to marry into our dynasty one day?”

The man stretched out his thumb and said shamelessly: “The national teacher has made every decision!”

The woman said calmly, “The only way I marry in this life is martial arts.”

The man sighed and said nothing more.

When the tall woman revealed this list, no one went out for social activities in the Shidao Room, and all the Qi training men watching the fun near the screen wall had already scattered.

Among the top ten new masters in Middle-earth Godland, of course, are the people on the top of the mountain who have appeared in the past century, otherwise they will be excluded.

In the end, all ten were qi-training men in the upper five realms, such as the great master of Longhu Mountain, but now they have become nine people.

This is the first time that a pure warrior has entered this list in Haoran’s history.

Moreover, the female martial god rushed into the top five in one go.

The fourth person is the lord of Baidi City.

The tall woman turned her head and said to the entourage behind her, “You go for me on the trip to Baopingzhou. If someone really doesn’t want to hand over the scabbard, forget it, you don’t have to force others.”

The entourage man nodded.

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Before entering Jingjian Pavilion, Chen Ping’an and Jin Su had their own thoughts. Chen Ping’an wanted to see if there was a man with a sword in Jingjian Pavilion. If so, what would it be? How many monsters in the upper five realm were killed under the sword? Jin Su went to admire the sword style of those women’s sword immortals.

The two of them had their own wishes, so they acted separately and looked at their own.

Jingjian Pavilion is divided into two floors, and the sword imitations above are not open to the public, and the first floor can be kept in, because Jingjian Pavilion imitations are arranged in a room according to the battle record of killing monsters every thousand years. So the number of fairy swords in the house varies, but no room seems empty, only more and more. Chen Ping’an looked all the way, remembered the ancient names, and then came to a conclusion that he could be in the sword. The people who engraved the Great Wall and their swords should be secretly enshrined on the second floor.

The Jingjian Pavilion is very attentive. In addition to putting each imitation of swords on each unique sword frame, after the sword frame, there will be a half-person-high sword immortal scroll, which is lifelike, and it is said to be a scroll. It is not accurate, it is condensed from white mist, and it appears to be still in the world.

Although the male sword immortal had more imitations of swords, Chen Ping’an saw it quickly and Jin Su was slow. As a result, Chen Ping’an and Chen Ping’an happened to meet in the last room, and what happened was that the two of them almost happened to be the same. At the same time, standing shoulder to shoulder, one person looked at the “dogwood” of a man’s sword fairy, his face changed slightly, and the other person stared at the “Youhuang” of a woman’s sword fairy, with complex eyes.

The key is that both men and women sword immortals have no portraits.

Suddenly someone squeezed away Chen Ping’an and cursed. Anyway, Chen Ping’an couldn’t understand He Zhou’s elegant words, but his tone was very harsh. The man spitted at the sword rack and imitations, and by the way he also tried to Chen Ping’an who stopped here. Without a good look, he said another word that made Chen Ping’an confused. The man seemed to have discovered that the young man with a sword could not understand Benzhou’s elegant words and left angrily.

Jin Su sighed, “Let’s go.”

Chen Ping’an was outside the bamboo building in the Luopo Mountain. He heard Wei Bo mention this past. Not to mention the current war of the demon clan invading the Sword Qi Great Wall, the previous soul-stirring battle was used to determine the ownership of the Sword Qi Great Wall, or The demon clan returned the remaining flying swords of the sword cultivator. Wei Bo said that outside the Great Wall of Sword Qi, a pair of male and female sword immortals died in battle. They were extremely tragic. The two great sword immortals with outstanding achievements and great sword skills were actually all the great demons. The formation was cut in full view of everyone!

Jin Zan!

Both are.

Chen Ping’an looked at the name of the man’s sword fairy, then turned to look at the name of the woman’s sword fairy.

Jin Su said in confusion: “Chen Ping’an, why don’t you leave?”

Chen Ping’an nodded, “You go back to the inn first. I plan to look at Jingjian Pavilion again. Anyway, it won’t be closed for twelve hours.”

She asked, “Do you recognize the way back?”

Chen Ping’an still didn’t look up and nodded, “I recognize it.”

Jin Su was a little strange, but she just thought it was a young man carrying a sword box all day long. She was too eager for the sword immortal in the world and was reluctant to leave. She walked out of this room at the end and walked through it one by one, as if time had flowed against the flow, a hundred years and a thousand years.

There are many foreign guests who come to Jingjian Pavilion to admire Jianxian, most of them are polite. Even the young man with swordsman has been standing in front of the “dogwood” imitation, squatting in the pit and not stool, and he didn’t say much, but he has a temper as before. That man was just as bad as he sneered at Zhuyu and Youhuang, the sword immortal swords that had been eleven of the five realms, either sneered at the sword rack and imitations, or even spit out at the sword rack and imitations Squirted.

Chen Ping’an couldn’t understand what they were saying.

But he could feel the anger, ridicule, indifference, ridicule and gloating of those people, fun, and interesting…

Chen Ping’an didn’t like this feeling, just like on the sea outside Osmanthus Island.

It seems that the whole world is left with only malice.

After Chen Ping’an was knocked away by a burly man, the man strode forward and was about to smash the sword fight with one punch. At this moment, a middle-aged Taoist nun with fish tail crown appeared out of thin air and smiled and said, “Don’t destroy Jingjian Pavilion.” If you collect the items, the violators will bear the consequences. ”

The man put away his fists in disappointment and asked, “Can you spit? Do you violate the rules of the upside-down hangshan?”

The Taoist nun smiled but said nothing.

The man understood it, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm at the sword frame, turned around and left.

Someone next to him applauded, and the burly man felt more and more heroic and did something very pleasing.

Chen Ping’an still couldn’t understand anything.

He walked silently to a wall in this room and squatted and drank. Only in every gap between tourists, he would quickly get up and wipe the saliva of dogwood, Yuzhu and the sword racks. After cleaning, I went back to the corner to drink. Over time, some people mistakenly thought that the young man with swordsman was a servant in Jingjian Pavilion and was responsible for guarding the room so that the two sinners of the Great Wall of Sword Qi would be ruined.

Chen Ping’an stayed in Jingjian Pavilion until the evening, and the tourists became more and more sparse, so he got up less and less.

In the night, no one had arrived in this room for half an hour.

Chen Ping’an then left Jingjian Pavilion and sat on the steps outside, holding the sword-raising gourd, but stopped drinking, and his lips were pursed tightly.

The man’s sword fairy, surnamed Ning.

The female sword immortal, surnamed Yao.

There was once a girl who introduced herself to Chen Ping’an, “Hello, my father’s surname is Ning, and my mother’s surname is Yao, so my name is Ning Yao.”

When fighting with Zhengyang Mountain Moving Ape, the girl’s words clearly meant that her parents were still alive, and her performance in Lizhu Cave Heaven was not like a person who lost her parents from beginning to end. . So even though Wei Bo mentioned the death of the Sword Immortal couple in Luopo Mountain, Chen Ping’an did not think about that girl at all.

But looking back, there have been clues.

She doesn’t like to mention the word “Sword Qi” on the Great Wall.

She said that in the future, her man must be the most powerful sword immortal in the world, the great sword immortal, no doubt about it.

She traveled alone in the world early on, asking people to forge a good sword.

Chen Ping’an held his knees with his hands and sat on the steps.

The sword box behind him contains the demon subduing and demon-elimination he named.

The sword-raising gourd around his waist pretended to be the first and fifteenth names he named.

The straw sandals on the feet are also a pair.

The Jingjian Pavilion facing the boy’s back, the dogwood and bamboos in the innermost room, are still dependent on each other.

Chen Ping’an sat on the steps, not knowing how long he had been in a daze, but he stared forward with his eyes blankly. Then he suddenly came back to his senses and found a girl standing not far away.

She frowned slightly and said straight to the point: “Chen Ping’an, why didn’t the letter sent to my house be written by you, but by Ruan Xiu? What’s wrong with you!”

Chen Ping’an seemed to be hit by the sky thunder, and answered the question irrelevantly: “Long time no see, Miss Ning.”

She looked at the stupid look and sighed, feeling helpless. She sat next to Chen Ping’an and said angrily: “Long time no see? How long has it been.”

Chen Ping’an thought for a while, then scratched his head.

For some reason, Chen Ping’an felt like it had been a long time.

Walked thousands of miles.

Practiced millions of punches.

She glanced at the guy sitting upright, then looked at the sword box behind her. She suddenly laughed and couldn’t help but say, “Chen Ping’an, you are…”

Ning Yao inexplicably discovered this fool who was not afraid of heaven and earth. Before he could finish his words, he was so scared that he was sweating.