The two just laughed and didn't answer the question.

After flying all the way south for hundreds of miles, Yan Chixia said, "Boy Zhang, I haven't seen you for a few months. How are you doing with your flying sword skills?"

Zhang Heng had been waiting for Yan Chixia to ask for a long time. How could he show his level if he didn't ask?

But no matter how you say it, Yan Chixia taught him the Xuanyuan Sword Art, and he must be as modest as he should be: "Three thousand swords flying down the river are like the Milky Way falling from the sky."

hiss!

Yan Chixia took a breath of cold air.

He has been practicing Xuanyuan Sword Jue for half his life, but he still can't control three thousand swords.

How did Zhang Heng practice? Can someone else take one day for a month?

If this continues, the realm of ten thousand swords that Yan Chixia herself does not dare to dream of may be realized in Zhang Heng's hands.

You know, according to the records in the Xuanyuan Sword Jue, the Ten Thousand Swords Realm is enough to traverse the world, because this realm is the realm that immortals should have. With the completion of the Hedao Realm and the Xuanyuan Sword Jue of the Ten Thousand Swords Realm, you can strike horizontally.

An immortal.

Of course, you can't win because the difference in mana is too big, but after a few moves, it's not difficult to make the immortals praise you.

"Your current strength is no longer inferior to mine. This is good. It will make it easier for you to fight later."

Yan Chixia majors in Xuanyuan Sword Jue.

Zhang Heng was different. He was proficient in many spells. Now even the flying sword technique had reached the point where he could control three thousand swords. Plus other spells, Yan Chixia asked herself that it would be difficult for her to win in a real fight.

"Senior is really amazing. Buddhism has produced a holy monk, Fahai. He is considered to be the number one among the younger generation of both Buddhist and Taoist families. He has already surpassed me. Now I see, senior, you are even more powerful than Master Fahai."

Ye Zhiqiu felt this.

Fa Hai is powerful because he is the reincarnation of Arhat.

Look at him with the Dharma Eye, and you can vaguely see the phantom of the Arhat behind him. Only if he is not powerful can he be a ghost.

Zhang Heng is different. He is not a reincarnated immortal even in his twenties and thirties. It is not easy to achieve such a level of cultivation.

"Everyone has his or her own destiny."

Zhang Heng didn't care about such compliments.

In the whole of Maoshan, no one said that he had the talent of an immortal. Except for Master Xu who kept saying that he played five invitations and six, all the masters and uncles had to say a word of admiration when they saw him.

Some time ago, Zhang Heng used the teleportation array to go back and take a look.

Once upon a time, Uncle Star Reaching Master was a big mountain in his eyes, but now, Uncle Star Reaching Master is only in the late stage of returning to the void, and his cultivation level has been overtaken by him, and it will only be a matter of time before he surpasses him.

As for the master, it’s Zhenren Xu.

If it hadn't been for drinking the Yimu essence he brought, I would still be stuck in the foundation-building realm, unable to move.

If you expect yourself to practice cultivation and become an immortal, there is definitely no hope.

Even Uncle Jiu was saying: "I have never obeyed anyone in my life. Even in reaching for the stars, I was secretly competing with him. Only your A Heng, whenever I go out, someone can teach me the Book of Heaven."

Juan, I have only seen this kind of treatment in Maoshan Chronicles, so I cannot accept it."

"Speaking of which, this year's annual signing rewards are not very good."

Zhang Heng retracted his thoughts.

Every July 15th is the time for the annual signature.

The fourth time you sign in, the reward is the Liaozhai plane.

After signing in for the fifth time, the reward is a Qiankun bag.

Now is the sixth time to sign in, and the reward is: Ruyi Palace.

It is an avatar that can be as big or small as you want, and can be changed as you like. When it is shrunk, it is only as big as a palm, but when it is enlarged, it looks like a palace.

It's useless. I won't have to sleep outside when I go out for sightseeing in the future.

It's useful, but he's not a hermit crab.

Although the defense of Ruyi Palace is good, and it can change its appearance at will, turning it into a Taoist temple, a temple, a thatched house, an attic, a two-story building, etc., with a flick of the hand, a palace can fly up from the ground.

Can have practical effects.

Apart from pretending, Zhang Heng couldn't think of anything he could do with it. After all, he could return to the real world at any time when encountering a danger that he couldn't resist, and there was no need to hide in the Ruyi Palace as a target for others.

But when it comes to pretending, Zhang Heng doesn’t pretend much on weekdays.

You can't just say to someone when you see them: "I'll show you a treasure."

Then throw away the Ruyi Palace and turn it into a palace, and then invite people to play in it.

That's no longer an idiot.

“The annual signing rewards have also begun to shrink.”

"In the past, every annual signing would make a qualitative leap in my strength."

"The last few times, it can only be considered the icing on the cake."

Zhang Heng thought for a while.

That’s not right either. It’s not that the rewards are bad, but that your horizons have become higher as your practice deepens.

If you give ordinary people a Qiankun Bag, or a Ruyi Palace, and run businesses such as logistics and theme hotels, it will be easy to achieve a small goal a year.

But for him, small goals are really too small.

Wow!!

Think all the way and fly all the way.

After flying over the mountains and rivers, we arrived at Guobei County in just one night.

It was just a night's hard work. After arriving in Guobei County, it would be unreasonable to immediately go to Pudu Cihang for a decisive battle.

So the three of them discussed it and decided to first find the Taoist master of Hengzhen Taoism who was responsible for the surveillance and ask him what the current situation was.

After asking, it’s not too late to rest for a day and then go to the old demon to settle accounts later.

"Pudu Cihang now lives in Lanruo Temple."

Xu Hongru, the master of Hengzhen Taoism, is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his fifties.

He was dressed in a green shirt, handsome and elegant.

The first time he saw him, Zhang Heng thought of Yue Buqun.

I don't know why, but it just feels like this.

Perhaps, it is because he, like Yue Buqun, works diligently and single-handedly to support the Hengzhen Tao and wants to carry it forward, never daring to slack off.

Such a person must be very tired.

Zhang Heng thought about it, if he was a member of a single gang and got a Taoist book by chance.

He won't start a sect because he is too tired. It would be great to be a free Sanren. When he is about to ascend, find a successor and pass on the Taoism to him and let him practice it. Wouldn't it be nice to be the founder of the sect with peace of mind?

"Lanruo Temple!"

Upon hearing this name, Yan Chixia raised her eyebrows and said to Zhang Heng, "Lanruo Temple is your territory, right?"

“So be it”

Zhang Heng said to everyone: "There is a tree grandma in Lanruo Temple. She has become a spirit after being ashamed of the tree for thousands of years. Now she has recognized me as her master. Because her body was born from a big tree and she cannot move at will, so I don't care about her much on weekdays.

, leaving only a few Taoist scriptures for her to practice by herself."

When Xu Hongru heard this, he said again: "I know the art of transformation. Yesterday I went to the door to explore and found that Pudu Cihang had already moved into Lanruo Temple and was received by an old woman in white. If it is correct, she is full of evil spirits.

The old lady in white must be Grandma Shu."

Zhang Heng nodded: "Probably so."

Xu Hongru said again: "Yesterday, I also saw a swordsman with a broken arm living in the temple. This man's sword energy is soaring into the sky, unlike ordinary people, and his words seem to be waiting for you."

"Middle-aged swordsman?"

Now Zhang Heng couldn't figure out who it was.

Because he didn't know any swordsmen, and the only one he knew was Yan Chixia.

This broken-arm swordsman...
Chapter completed!