Fantasy: It turns out that I have become Immortal

Chapter 9: Back to Lin'an City

Mu Zihan drew his sword, the blade was unsheathed, the boundless sword energy raged, and the rhythm of the long sword circulated, and the whole person revealed a sharp meaning.

Yun Zheyu wore a long white dress, and danced a sword flower at will, and the sword intent flowed, as if the drizzle was drizzling, piercing the soul.

"The first sword." Mu Zihan swung his long sword, the light of the sword converged, and he slashed in front of Yun Zheyu in an instant.

The shadows of the clouds covering the rain and swords overlapped, like countless drizzle raining down, and the sword light dissipated in waves.

The high-level officials of Lingbo Holy Land looked at Mu Zihan's first sword, and their eyes tightened.

"This son is obviously a mid-level talent, but he has developed an amazing sword qi. Is there really a master who even Luo Nanyi bows his head?"

"Nonsense, how could there be such a person in the Profound Sky Continent."

"Who is Luo Nanyi? Even she has to bow her head. Could it be that she is an immortal? It's ridiculous."

"In the Profound Sky Continent, no one has become an immortal for tens of thousands of years. Now you tell me that an immortal disciple has appeared? Don't you think it's funny."

"Today, if this kid wins, he will definitely stay."

"If he is honest, let him join me in Lingbo Holy Land. If he is not honest, Luo Nan will not be able to keep him."

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"Second sword." Mu Zihan's spiritual power circulated, countless sword shadows appeared, the long sword stabbed at the cloud covering the rain, thousands of sword shadows followed closely, and for a time, ten thousand sword lights directly shattered the sword that covered the cloud and covered the rain. In an instant, he arrived in front of her.

"What?" Some elders of Lingbo Holy Land were instantly startled.

The face of the headmaster of Lingbo Holy Land changed slightly: "I still underestimate him, this sword intent has already touched the sword way."

Yun Zheyu looked at the sword light coming towards his face, his spiritual power surged, and the drizzle instantly turned into a violent storm. The two figures were as fast as lightning, colliding again and again in mid-air, and finally separated.

Yun Zheyu coughed lightly, bringing out traces of blood, and Mu Zihan stood there, holding his long sword horizontally, without any damage.

"Lady Lingbo, injured?"

"It's hard to imagine that these two people are only in the Foundation Establishment Realm."

"This kind of attack, I'm afraid it can cause damage to the Golden Core Realm."

"Could it be that this time, Mu Zihan is going to win again?"

. . . . . .

"The third sword, do you want to take it?" Mu Zihan asked.

Yun Zheyu nodded, "Yes."

Mu Zihan's long sword dragged the ground, sparks shot in all directions, and with a slight movement, he stepped out in one step, leaving an afterimage on the spot.

Yun Zheyu raised his hand, the wind and rain stopped suddenly, the sword light was like a rainbow, the colorful colors crossed, the two figures interlaced, and everything calmed down.

A trace of blood oozes from the corner of Mu Zihan's mouth, he retracts his sword and turns to leave.

Yun Zheyu glanced at Mu Zihan, his eyes darkened, and he fainted.

"Won?"

"This Mu Zihan won again?"

"As expected of Saintess Lingbo, she actually forced out Mu Zihan's three swords."

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Mu Zihan was about to leave when a voice resounded throughout the city.

"Boy, stay." In the Holy Land of Lingbo, an old woman circulated in Dao rhythm, and the breath of Dao Realm crushed the whole city.

Mu Zihan sighed, "I didn't expect it, but I still use it."

Mu Zihan took out the Luo word order.

The old woman in Lingbo Holy Land snorted coldly, "Luo Nanyi can't keep you."

At this time, Luo Ziling's rays of light were shining brightly, and countless starlights floated out from Luo Ziling, and then turned into pieces of fallen leaves, rising with the wind.

Wherever the fallen leaves passed, all the vitality faded away, Headmaster Ling Bo's face changed greatly, his spiritual power flowed, and he quickly retreated with many elders. "Ye Luo is silent. Luo Nan became famous for his unique skills."

Facing the falling leaves flying in the sky, Lingbo Holy Land was taught by the elders, and no one dared to step forward.

Mu Zihan asked lightly, "I'm leaving, but someone stops me?"

No one responded, no one dared to go up to try Luo Nanyi's edge.

Mu Zihan walked out of Lingbo City so easily.

In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, the name of Mu Zihan spread throughout the Eastern Region of the Profound Sky Continent. Lin'an City was still as quiet as ever. Mu Zihan strolled outside and finally returned to this small town.

Pushing open the door of the Xiaowu Pavilion, Lin Mubai glanced at Mu Zihan and asked, "You're back? What are you doing?"

Mu Zihan saluted respectfully: "A few fights."

"Won or lost?" Lin Mubai asked.

"I'm lucky, I won." Mu Zihan replied.

"Yes, since I came back, I stewed the ribs." Lin Mubai nodded, this kid didn't know where he was looking for a loose cultivator, but he still won.

On the side, Luo Nan played the piano by hand, and the rhythm of Taoism circulated. The five-year cultivation not only made her recover from her injuries, but even improved her strength to a higher level.

The longer she stayed by Lin Mubai's side, the more she felt that this man was unfathomable. Now Luo Nanyi is completely sure to survive the catastrophe without damage, but even so, she still can't see through Lin Mubai.

She looked at Mu Zihan who was leaving, laughed lightly, and looked at the gate of the small courtyard. She knew that there was an uninvited guest there.

Yun Zheyu stood in front of the small martial arts hall, listening to the sound of the piano in the small courtyard, and his heart was tangled.

In the process of fighting against Mu Zihan, she moved her hands and feet, so she was able to track Mu Zihan all the way, and finally came to this small town.

"Is that mysterious expert living in seclusion here?" Yun Zheyu gritted his teeth and pushed open the door of the small martial arts hall. *