Fantasy: It turns out that I have become Immortal

Chapter 6: I only have one sword

The world of immortality is surging, but at this time, a generation of legend Luo Nan disappeared one after another inexplicably, and the entire world of immortality was brewing a nameless storm, and all the cultivators were trembling, as if the war was about to break out.

In this tense atmosphere, five years passed in a flash.

Lin'an City was still that peaceful small town, and the atmosphere of the immortal world did not spread to this small town. On this day, an eighteen-year-old boy, carrying a long sword, walked out of this small town step by step.

In front of Lin'an City Gate, Lin Mubai sighed a little as he looked at the small figure who was far away. "This kid, his wings are hard, and he actually wants to go out and travel."

On the side, Luo Nan looked at the distant figure, remembered Mu Zihan's body, amazing sword intent, and a strange smile turned up at the corner of his mouth. "This time, these holy places are going to be slapped in the face. Who would have thought that a young man with mid-level talent would reach the fourth stage of foundation building at the age of eighteen."

Turning his head and looking at Lin Mubai next to him, how strong this man really is, he can train an ordinary person casually and train him so amazingly.

"Hey, let's go, children have their way, let's go home." After Lin Mubai sighed, he turned around and walked into Lin'an City. Luo Nan smiled and followed behind him.

Mu Zihan walked out of Lin'an City within ten kilometers, then turned around and bowed to Lin'an City.

Today is the big day of the Split Sword Sect, officially rising from the fifth-rank sect to the fourth-rank sect.

In the Profound Sky Continent, all the sects from the ninth rank to the first rank, and then to become a holy place, the rank is strict, every time the sect is promoted to a rank, the power will be greatly expanded, get more materials, and learn more secrets.

After thousands of years of hard work, the Split Sword Sect was finally recognized by the Holy Land Alliance and officially upgraded to a fourth-grade sect, Zongmen Daqing.

Countless streamers flew towards the mountain gate of the Split Sword Sect, and the Split Sword Sect was very lively.

"Have you heard that the Holy Son of Qingcheng Holy Land will also come."

"What? A fourth-rank sect, how can you invite the Holy Son of the Holy Land?"

"It is said that the Holy Son of Qingcheng is only 28 years old and is already in the Foundation Establishment state."

"Luo Nanyi, a legend of a generation, built his foundation at the age of eighteen, this Holy Son of Qingcheng is only ten years behind."

"Such a character will really come to Split Sword Sect?"

"I heard it's true."

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At this moment, no one noticed that a young man, carrying a long sword, walked step by step to the mountain gate of Split Sword Sect.

Mu Zihan walked up to the mountain gate of Split Sword Sect step by step, looking at the front of the mountain gate, there was such a young man, full of treasure, with a proud expression, looking down at the Quartet.

"This is the Son of Sword Splitting Sect? It looks very arrogant." As soon as Mu Zihan left Lin'an City, the first stop came to the nearest Sword Splitting Sect.

"Mu Zihan, ask about the sword." Mu Zihan buried his head and stepped forward, slowly drawing his sword, and the voice spread throughout the entire mountain gate.

For a time, before the cracked sword sect mountain gate, the crowd that was originally bustling was all stunned.

Asking the sword means to challenge.

On the day of the Daqing of the Split Sword Sect, someone came to ask about the sword? Isn't this a typical kick in the face? Where did the little furry come from? Just when someone was shocked, suddenly, someone exclaimed.

"Who this kid is asking about the sword is..."

Only then did everyone turn their heads to look, and Mu Zihan's sword was pointing at the arrogant young man in front of the Split Sword Sect.

"The Holy Son of Qingcheng Holy Land, Jian Wuhen?"

"Where did the kid come from, I don't know whether to live or die."

"Wen Jian asked Holy Land Holy Son on the head, hahaha, interesting and interesting."

"Will you Qingcheng Holy Son take the sword?"

"What is the status of the Holy Son, how can he easily take the sword of such a nameless soldier."

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After a while of discussion, Mu Zihan realized that Wen Jian asked the wrong person. He originally wanted to find Wen Jian, the holy son of the Split Sword Sect, but he didn't expect that the arrogant young man was not.

Mu Zihan thought about it, forget it, it's all the same, the Holy Son of Qingcheng is the Holy Son of Qingcheng. So, he said seriously again: "Mu Zihan, ask about the sword." The sword energy spread out suddenly, and the rhythm of the sword flowed.

The people present were silent.

"What a strong sword intent."

"Sword Qi is vertical and horizontal, and the body has sword rhythm. This child is not simple."

"Which genius is this? I haven't seen it before."

"No, this is, this guy is only middle-grade talent, how is this possible?"

"What? Middle-grade talent, don't make trouble, which middle-grade talent can cultivate this kind of sword energy."

"I'm going, really, really middle-grade talent."

"I don't know how old this kid is this year, and he has this kind of sword intent."

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Qingcheng Shengzi Jian Wuhen, the corner of his mouth twitched, and chuckled, "Interesting, you want to ask me about the sword?"

Mu Zihan nodded.

"Then I'll take it." Jian Wuhen took a step forward, his spiritual power circulated, and a cyan giant more than three meters tall took shape behind him. The giant held a giant sword and stood on the spot.

"This is magical power, the law of heaven and earth."

"Only at the foundation stage, you can actually use the law of heaven and earth. This Holy Son of Qingcheng, the aptitude is sky-high."

"I heard that the Holy Son of Qingcheng is a Heavenly Star psychic body, similar to the law, and is naturally proficient."

"As soon as he came up, he used the magic of supernatural powers. It seems that the Holy Son of Qingcheng attaches great importance to this young man."

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Jian Wuhen said coldly: "Boy, what magical power do you have, hurry up and use it."

Mu Zihan shook his head, holding a long sword, and said, "I only have one sword, are you ready?"*