The King of The Worlds

Jiang Qing is different from Qin Yi. The difference is not only in their cultivation, but also in their thoughts.

In the king's world, Qin Yi would not think much about Shushan or this world. What he values ​​more is his own improvement, spiritual baptism, sublimation, and increase in strength.

However, Jiang Qing had to pay more attention to Mount Shu, because he had too many scruples. He will not directly choose to fight for Yue Rouxia like Qin Yi did.

Of course, at this moment Jiang Qing is still troubled by things in the Jianghu.

After defeating the eight elders, Qin Yi joined hands with Anyi to travel beyond the mountains and rivers.

The two are like a couple of gods and gods, paying no attention to worldly affairs and immersed in their own feelings.

Half a year later, they returned to the Qin Hua faction.

At this time, the Qin Hua faction was no longer as deserted as it was when they left. In the small sect, in the martial arts arena, there were bursts of rehearsal sounds.

Li Yuanli was standing at the front of the martial arts stage, with his hands behind his back, looking at every disciple with a serious look.

Standing in the distance, Qin Yi saw this scene, the corners of his mouth curled up, satisfied in his heart.

Regarding his words, the king, who was thinking of rebelling at this moment, still did not dare to disobey. Firstly, the interests of the two are actually the same, and secondly, his strength is far superior to that of the other party, enough to suppress it.

Most of the disciples on the stage were dressed in blue Taoist gowns. They wore their hair in a bun and tied it with a wooden hairpin, looking clear and handsome. Some of these disciples are in their twenties, and some are in their teens, but there are people of all stages.

What makes Qin Yi interesting is that the highest cultivation level among the disciples has already reached the seventh level of cultivation, which surprised him.

"This kid's memory of the past can not only search for the past, but also pass it on!"

Going back to his ancestors and combining his roots, Li Yuanli may be able to clearly identify who is a genius of Taoism. Qin Yi took a quick look and found that most of these disciples were talents in cultivating Taoism.

If it takes another ten years, there will be an eighth level master.

"This is my teacher. I will teach you the Light Splitting Shadow Sword Art. Be sure to practice hard!"

"In the future, if you want to venture out into the rivers and lakes, you must not only practice martial arts, but also practice swords!"

"Combined,

Going hand in hand is the truth! "

Standing on the high platform, Li Yuanli shouted in a deep voice.

Every disciple below has a serious expression and is practicing sword skills. In an instant, there are colorful sword lights flying on the martial arts stage, and the momentum is astonishing.

"Yuanli!"

Qin Yi stood aside and watched silently for a while, and after roughly understanding all these, he called out.

When Li Yuanli heard it, he turned his head to see Qin Yi, his expression froze for a moment, and then changed to an expression of incomparable surprise visible to the naked eye.

"Master Headmaster!"

Almost flying, he quickly came to Qin Yi.

"Great, you're finally back!"

This kind of enthusiasm, I don't know, I thought how good the relationship between the two was.

"You have done a good job, these disciples are all outstanding."

Qin Yi nodded and praised.

He took out a few cheat books from his pocket and threw them to Li Yuanli, who accepted them excitedly, knowing that this was a reward for his work this time.

Li Yuanli's cultivation talent is not as perverted as Qin Yi's. After so many years, he has only stepped into the eighth level of cultivation, and he is not satisfied with his sword skills. Although he himself possessed some secret skills, they were completely inferior to the powerful sword formulas in Qin Yi's hands.

"Wang Shu Bingwu!"

"Nine Nether Quenching Cold Sword!"

With a glance, Li Yuanli was already smiling like a flower.

He knew in his heart that these sword skills were the treasures of the teaching practiced by the head of the Qionghua School! If he mastered it, his strength should be surpassed again, and his combat effectiveness is astonishing!

"The head is back this time, is he still going out?"

Li Yuanli quickly collected all the cheat books, coughed twice, and then asked seriously.

"I will stay for a while, and you are still in charge of everything in the door."

Qin Yi glanced at the other party and said with a faint smile.

"Teacher, don't worry, leave everything to me, no problem!"

Li Yuanli said loudly.

"Then leave it to you."

Qin Yi said indifferently, glanced at the disciples who were casting curious eyes at this moment, then turned and left.

After returning to his room, Qin Yi was not without things to do.

He slowly took out a booklet from his pocket. He had carried this book with him for more than ten years, but he still couldn't understand it.

On the cover of the booklet, there were four words "Fei Peng Sword Art" crookedly written, which was given to him by Sedum before he left.

Over the past ten years, he has frequently read it, but he has always found nothing. Unlike other cheats, it can be easily understood in his realm. On this thin booklet, even the fonts in it, he has worked hard.

It is obviously one word, but it seems to be composed of several, dozens of words, or even hundreds of sword styles. It looked extremely simple, but it was extremely difficult, and he couldn't even pronounce the syllables of the words.

Profound, mysterious and mysterious.

Carefully again, reading one by one, reading one by one, Qin Yi seemed to have realized something, but he didn't seem to understand anything.

This is the feeling as if a lifetime has passed, as if you understand everything, but also like wasting time in vain, and it is over.

With a lot of emotion, I just wake up from the big dream, and I know it is hazy.

He was not attached, but he did not give up, and he went out every day to guide his disciples to practice, practice swords, and practice swordsmanship, and time passed day by day.

In the blink of an eye, another half year has passed.

On this day, Qin Yi, who was in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes.

Outside the door, a young disciple in a green robe was running at a fast speed with an anxious expression on his face.

"Clang!"

The door opened by itself, and the green-robed disciple entered immediately, and opened his mouth as soon as he saw Qin Yi cross-legged.

"Teacher, we already have news about what you have asked our senior brothers to monitor closely all the time."

"Jiang Qing rushed back to Mount Shu with an anxious expression just yesterday."

"Furthermore, the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect has made up its mind to act first, and wants to stop the demon master from practicing demon skills and start a big battle!"

Qin Yi's eyes were sharp and brightened. He slowly floated up from the couch and stood on the ground.

"Tell Yuanli, I'm going out for a while."

As soon as the words were finished, Qin Yi stepped out and disappeared into the room.

After leaning slightly, a beam of sword light rose into the sky and disappeared in an instant.

As the wind swept across, Qin Yi stepped on his sword and walked with a stern expression.

"In the past, we sat down and talked about it, and became confidants."

"How can I turn a blind eye when you are in this difficult situation today."

"How can I just watch you step into hell and not be reborn!"

The Jiang Qing incident finally started. Qin Yi knew very well the final fate of this friend. He died in the demon lock tower, his soul was sealed, and he could not be reborn. For a cultivator, this is countless times worse than death.

He didn't want to see such an ending.

"And Chang Hao! It's time for you and me to meet!"