Long Qingyun came to the portrait and looked at him in a slight manner:

"Master, why are the elders in this portrait so similar to those of Middle-earth people?"

Sikong Yi had a respectful expression: "Yes, this is Sikong Jian, the founder of my Iron Sword Sect, and he is a Han Chinese from the Middle Earth Godland."

Long Qingyun looked at Sikong Yi with shock.

He thought to himself, "Huh? My master is tall and deep, and he is completely like a real Western Hebei Hebei people. Where did the Han people in the Middle Earth Shenzhou come from?"

Sikong Yi smiled slightly: "You are curious. I can't see any traces of the Han people in the Middle Earth Gods? Why not tell you, my ancestors founded by the Iron Sword Sect came from the Strong Han Dynasty when I was in the Middle Earth Gods. I was originally a ranger from the Middle Earth Gods. Later, I traveled a long distance, crossed mountains and ridges to Xitu Hezhou. It has a history of thousands of years. After such a long period of inheritance, as a descendant, I am of course more like a native of Xitu Hezhou."

"Oh! So that's it." Long Qingyun sighed.

"Qingyun!" Sikongyi continued:

"Five hundred years ago, my Iron Sword Sect had developed into the first sect in Xitu Hezhou. It gradually declined two hundred years ago. Later, it was surpassed by the Sky Sect, Joy Tower, and Meihua Immortal Palace. Now it is ranked last in the four major sects. Your arrival has given me the hope of the rise of the Iron Sword Sect. In this qualifying competition for the disciples of the sect, you can perform well. With your strength, there is no problem to sprint to the top three. Of course, I hope you can win the championship more!"

Sikong Yi's face was full of hope and an excited expression bloomed undoubtedly!

Long Qingyun raised his sword eyebrows and said sternly: "Ren Kuang from the Motian Sect, Gongsun Jie from the Joy Building, and Nangong Yanran from the Meihua Immortal Palace are all geniuses. The disciples are under great pressure, but the disciples must do their best, hoping not to insult the master's expectations."

Seeing Long Qingyun's confident look, Sikong Yi nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Qingyun, what should be wrong when you came here from the Middle Earth God Island? If you don't treat your master as an outsider, you can tell me and see if your master can help you."

Long Qingyun was suddenly shocked. Seeing Sikong Yi's affection and sincere eyes, he said in a deep voice:

"To be honest, my master, this time I came to Hezhou in Xitu, mainly to learn the skills of Modao. It is said that the main weapon of the Dashi Sword Mansion is Modao. Recently, in the underground boxing village, my disciples saw Linghu Xiao's Modao skills. It is indeed well-known. The nine styles of Modao are amazingly powerful."

"Oh?" Sikongyi narrowed his eyes and said leisurely:

"It turns out that you came to Hezhou, Xitu, to learn the skills of Modao. This skill of Modao is a battlefield martial art, and it is different from the personal martial arts fighting in the martial arts world. As far as I know, Modao skills are divided into nine levels, and each level is divided into nine styles, with a total of nine eighty-one styles. In today's world, those who can practice Modao to the ninth level are probably Linghu Aotian, the emperor of the Great Food Empire, and Murong Qianshan, the emperor of the Blue Sea Empire."

Long Qingyun looked stunned. The Emperor of the Great Food Empire Linghu Aotian had heard that the Modao's skills were indeed at its peak and reached the ninth level. However, the Emperor of the Blue Sea Empire Murong Qianshan has been defeated by the Great Food Empire. Could it be that he is also a master of using Modao?

As if he saw the shock in Long Qingyun's eyes, Sikong Yi sighed:

"Twenty years ago, the Blue Sea Empire Emperor Murong Qianshan's magic sword skills were still above the Great Food Empire Emperor Linghu Aotian. However, after Linghu Aotian took the ancient dragon pill, his skills improved greatly and defeated Murong Qianshan. However, Linghu Aotian was also backfired by the ancient dragon pill. After twenty years, his skills stagnated. After the defeat, the defeated Blue Sea Empire Emperor Murong Qianshan went overseas and established a country in the northern Tujiazhou."

Long Qingyun felt regretful and thought to himself: "Does he still have to go to the Northern Earth Juzhou? The battle of the Middle Earth Gods is about to be around, and it is time for him to go back, but he has not yet seen the highest magic sword skill in the world. Now returning to the Middle Earth Gods Gods, will all his previous efforts be wasted?"

Long Qingyun frowned, and Sikong Yi saw it in his eyes and said loudly:

"Jiang Yunong, the left guardian of Motian Sect, is the junior brother of Murong Qianshan, the emperor of the Blue Sea Empire. His skills of Modao are also extraordinary. It is said that they are not under Murong Qianshan. If you want to return to the Central Earth God Island to establish a powerful Modao Guard, you need to meet Linghu Aotian and Jiang Yunong."

Long Qingyun looked surprised, opened his eyes wide and looked at Sikongyi, stammering for a few words, as if he wanted to say something, but he wanted to say something.

Sikongyi looked at Long Qingyun and said with a smile:

"Master knows what you are going to say. Now the Central Earth Shenzhou countries are standing together, and wars are rising everywhere. Only by establishing a powerful Modao Guard can you resist the cavalry. Master knows what you think, my ancestors are also Han people in Central Earth Shenzhou. It is also a fate that I will play with your master and disciple. You don't have to say much. If you can achieve good results in the qualifying competition of the disciples of the acquired sect, it is the best reward for me."

Long Qingyun was greatly moved and bowed to Sikongyi and said, "Thank you for your accomplishment. I'll go out to practice martial arts now."

After saying that, Long Qingyun turned around and left. Sikong Yi nodded slightly, and a gratified smile appeared on his clear face.

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Time passes quickly!

Two days later, Bogda finally ushered in the qualifying competition for sect disciples in Xitu Hezhou every five years.

This day, the sky was clear, the blue sky was as clear as the wind was smooth, and the moment of attention was finally here.

On the huge square in the center of Bogda City, the terrain is flat and open, with a huge circular platform three feet high raised in the middle, reaching thirty feet directly. This is the martial arts platform built for this sect disciple qualifying competition, which is the main sword platform.

Around the main sword platform, there are twenty small sword competition platforms scattered around, and are also built in a circular shape with a diameter of ten feet.

At this time, the seats around the sword platform were already full of people, and each seat was marked with a sign with the name of the sect.

Behind each sign, there are three or four seats of middle-aged people sitting, and behind these middle-aged people are young disciples standing, with thirty or forty people, and more than ten people with fewer people.

The audience seats are located northwards, and the four major sects are lined up next to each other.

Long Qingyun stood among the crowd where the "Iron Sword Gate" sign was located. Four middle-aged men in gray robe sat on the stool. One of them was about forties, sitting upright as a mountain, with a clear and handsome face, elegant and handsome face, with a faint smile on his face. This person was Sikong Yu, the leader of the Iron Sword Gate.

The Great Elder Sikong Yi looked calm and sat on the left side of Sikong Yu with a calm face. On the left is Eleventh Elder Cui Hanshan, and on the right is Eleventh Elder Sikong Wei.

Long Qingyun was slightly stunned.

It seemed that someone was staring at him, looking up, looking for his eyes. Huh? In the square formation of the "Meihua Immortal Palace" next to him, a woman in white was glaring at him.
Chapter completed!