Warlock Sword Fairy

"Today, my Ziyang Sect opened an altar in Luofeng Mountain, thank you fellow Taoists for your support."

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it will be the day when Luofeng Mountain will open the altar, today it can be said that the house is full of guests, Luo Jiatong said to all the guests with a smile on his face.

Everyone was from the sect that had good relations with the Ziyang Sect, and they stood up to return their salutes one after another, saying congratulatory words, the scene was quite lively.

According to the rules of the cultivation world, preaching is required to open the altar, so Luo Jiatong came to the main hall, sat on the futon, and began to explain.

What Luo Jiatong talked about today was about the experience of cultivating immortals, mainly about some cultivation methods in the golden core stage. Most of the guests were also in the same realm, and they all nodded their heads to express their approval.

"Why, you Ziyang Sect opened the altar, and you didn't invite me to the Wuren Sect. Are you looking down on people?"

Just when Luo Jiatong was halfway through speaking, there was a loud shout from outside. When everyone looked around, it was a man in black robe, with a black steel knife on his feet, hanging in mid-air.

Interrupting other people's sermons was already a serious provocation, but it turned out that they appeared in their sect and flew high above the sky instead of on foot. This was no longer a provocation, but a challenge.

"My Ziyang Sect opens the altar, and I can invite whoever I want. It's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks."

Luo Jiatong frowned, he recognized this person, it was Qi Xun, the elder of the Black Blade Sect.

The Ziyang Sect and the Wuren Sect have always been difficult to deal with, and this Liang Zi still has to say that it has been hundreds of years before the human race retreated to Yunzhou, so he couldn't explain it for a moment.

So today Ziyang Sect opened the altar, of course, Wuren Sect was not notified, but this Qi Xun got the news from somewhere, and came to find fault, I am afraid there will be some fights.

Since someone knocked on the door, Luo Jiatong couldn't dodge it, he immediately got up and went outside the hall, threw a flying sword, also slowly got up, and looked opposite Qi Xun.

The two Jindan breathed out at the same time, and those with a lower cultivation felt suffocated. Chu Lan hid aside, but he didn't feel anything. Looking at the appearances of his fellow disciples, he wondered if his cultivation was too high. Low, so can't feel it.

"Why, does Elder Luo want to give advice?"

Qi Xun spoke, and with a wave of his hand, he held a knife and a shield in his hand, and Luo Jiatong narrowed his eyes slightly. This magic weapon is a pair, and it is Qi Xun's fame.

Wu Renzong is good at refining weapons, and this Qi Xun is also a refining master. This pair of magic weapons is his proud creation, so he has always carried it with him. It seems that today, he will show it off.

Luo Jiatong was not polite, he slapped the storage bag, and took an unattractive wooden sword in his hand, looked at Qi Xun, and cut down with his sword without any nonsense.

Ziyang Sect is not a sword cultivating sect, their cultivation method is similar to that of Qing Sect, so the fighting method depends entirely on the magic weapon in hand.

This sword didn't have any sword energy, but it caused a wave of ripples. Invisibly, people seemed to see a thousand-year-old tree rising slowly.

The phantom of the ancient tree emerged, like a breeze blowing off the leaves, but these leaves turned around, but suddenly changed direction, running towards Qi Xun.

Qi Xun's sword and shield were not for display either. Immediately he set up the shield, and saw a phantom of a large shield drawn outside, colliding with the fallen leaves. Immediately, the fallen leaves exploded one after another, turning into auras and scattering in all directions.

"You magic weapon is a bit interesting."

After Qi Xun finished speaking, he slashed down with a knife. The knife contained a sense of violence, and Luo Jiatong had to dodge it. As a result, a corner of the hall was cut off by the knife.

"Qi Xun, I, Ziyangzong, have never finished with you."

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