Chapter 262 Entering the Liang School

(I can only update it today, I'm very sorry!)

This is the opening chapter of the fifth volume. It has been deleted for a long time today. I hope to present you a wonderful story!

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"Haha, you don't have to say it clearly." Yuan Xuyang smiled and waved his hand, interrupting Zhou Xing's words.

Zhou Xing was smitty, and then realized that Brother Yuan should have guessed the identity of the owner of Jincheng.

Yuan Xuyang looked up, looked at the starry night sky, and said, "Brother Yuchen, if you have nothing to do, go back to the Liang School with your companions."

"Do you want to return to the Liang School..."

Zhou Xing's whole body was slightly shocked. Although Yuan Xuyang had promised him to join the Liang faction, he proposed it again at this time, which gave Zhou Xing a feeling of returning home.

In his heart, he has a deep feeling for Qiyun. Although he only stayed for a year, it was the happiest year when he was an innocent teenager.

Zhou Xing's eyes are clear. On this thin night, it seems to reflect the stars all over the sky, deep and vast. A smile appeared on the ordinary and clean face.

"Okay, go back to the Liang faction!"

"Go!" Yuan Xuyang laughed loudly and strode in the direction of the Liang faction.

Song Yu and Mo Qianglong looked at each other, both of which showed excitement. They practiced truth and ran around with last week. Although they had no complaints, why didn't they want to have their own sect and their own family?

With Lin Yumu and the Lord of Jincheng, Zhou Xing and his party followed Yuan Xuyang's footsteps, getting farther and farther away. In a short time, even the shadow disappeared into the vast night.

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The sky is a disk, and the stars are dense, scattering wisps of starlight. In the clear spring of the mountain stream, the "sand" flows, and slowly flows down the spring green treetops.

In the quiet mountain forest, there is only the sound of night insects and the soft breeze.

Several winds sounded from a distance, instantly approaching, passing through the mountain stream and heading towards a beautiful hill.

Their deeds did not hide anything, which alarmed the mountain guards.

"Who is coming! This is the land of the Liang faction!" A soft shout broke the quiet night, and a golden light appeared in the air, making the surroundings bright. In it, a middle-aged man in a green robe stood there and looked ahead cautiously.

In a short time, those winds were approaching, and they were several fast-moving figures. One of the blue figures suddenly shook, and his body suddenly became faster. In the blink of an eye, it was more than ten feet away and rushed to the middle-aged man in the green robe.

The middle-aged man's face changed and he shouted coldly, "Don't stop, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!" He waved his right hand, and the golden light in the air made a crisp sound of the sword.

"Ying..." The golden light suddenly turned out to be a three-foot golden light condensed sword, swooping down from mid-air and shooting at the blue figure.

The blue figure was extremely fast, and there was no intention to avoid the shooting sword.

"Stop!" The middle-aged man was shocked. He intended to stop the people and did not want to kill. Seeing that the blue figure did not listen to him at all, the middle-aged man's face suddenly sank. He pinched the sword formula in his right hand and shouted, "Ji!" The Yuanjian immediately turned in a direction and flew back.

"Give you another chance! Report it, or I will really take action!" The middle-aged man said fiercely, and the sword formula in his hand changed, and the Yuan sword rotated out of thin air, forming a round golden curtain, blocking in front of him.

The blue figure still didn't speak, like a fast wind, in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man frowned, and the sword formula of his right hand changed again. The golden sword curtain turned to the front and drew towards the blue figure.

The blue figure suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand directly to the Yuan sword that formed the sword curtain.

"What are you doing! Don't you want a hand!!!" The middle-aged man shouted, and immediately, his mouth was wide open and his face was shocked.

When the sword curtain of the Yuan sword stretched out the hand of the blue figure, it suddenly stopped and recovered into a three-foot golden blade, and obediently flew into the hand of the blue figure.

The middle-aged man felt that the connection between himself and the Yuanjian suddenly weakened, as if the Yuanjian was no longer condensed by his true Yuan. Suddenly, his face was pale and uncertain. Immediately, there was an extra charm in his hand. With a wave in the middle of the sky, he saw a dazzling white light shooting high in the sky.

"Peng!" The white light exploded and made a sound, flying flowers and scattered jade. In the sky, there were circles of white light, shining bright, shining the mountains and fields like the day.

The middle-aged man's heart was relieved, but he found that the blue figure stopped and made a bright laugh. This laughter made the middle-aged man very familiar. He stared at it and couldn't help but be stunned and exclaimed, "Uncle Yuan!"

"shabu-shabu"

At this time, several sounds of breaking through the sky came from a distance, and figures galloped out of the beautiful mountain, carrying a golden sword, which was dozens of feet away.

Suddenly, several deep shouts sounded in the mountain forest: "Yuan Jian, disease!"

"Whisw" golden light immediately shot out from the several figures, with a fierce momentum. Wherever it passed, it destroyed the vegetation, and the roar was harsh, opening up an empty road.

There are as many as five swords in this Yuanjian!

Five Yuan swords, almost extending a route, turned into five golden long rainbows, shooting at the blue figure.

"slow! This is Uncle Yuan!" The middle-aged man was in a hurry and shouted loudly.

"Ah, Uncle Yuan?!"

"What's going on?"

......

The five figures running in made a surprised sound.

At this time, the five swords were golden, and a large area was stained with a layer of gold paint, which was getting closer and closer to the blue figure.

The blue figure is Yuan Xuyang, the sword eyebrows and stars, and the handsome appearance is more dazzling in the golden light of this Yuan sword.

The five figures all recognized Yuan Xuyang. In surprise, they pinched the sword formula one after another and shouted together, "Come back!"

The five Yuan swords suddenly stopped and rotated in mid-air, and they were about to shoot back backwards.

"Haha, don't rush to take it back. Let me have fun." Yuan Xuyang laughed, raised his sword eyebrows, raised his hands, and pointed five fingers at the five swords.

"Yin..."

"Yin..."

The five swords sounded, and all five Yuan swords flew towards Yuan Xuyang. They were not controlled by the five people at all. They came to his side and circled around Yuan Xuyang.

They seem to have spirituality, and Yuan Xuyang is their real owner.

The five people have arrived at the middle-aged people. They stared one by one and looked at Yuan Xuyang surrounded by Yuan Jian, dressed in blue as if they were shaken by gold.

These five people, like the middle-aged man, are all dressed in green Taoist robes. Two of them look like young people, and the other three are about the same age as the middle-aged man.

"Why is Uncle Yuan here?"

"Brother Yue, isn't this Uncle Yuan? Why did you send a signal to meet the enemy?"

......

The five people muttered, and their faces were not very good-looking. The Yuanjian I cultivated is completely out of my control, which is really uncomfortable.

The middle-aged man surnamed Yue smiled bitterly and said nothing. Instead, he bowed to Yuan Xuyang and said respectfully, "Disciple Yueming, I have met Uncle Yuan!"

The five people looked at each other, and then bowed together with the same respect. Five people said at the same time, "Disciples, I've met Uncle Yuan!"

"You recognize me. It's not fun." Yuan Xuyang laughed and suddenly turned around and waved his hand, including the Yueming Yuan Sword, a total of six, flying behind him.

"Brother Yuchen, you go on!"

"Uncle Yuchen?" The six people including Yueming naturally found several people a little far away. Seeing Yuan Xuyang calling him a younger brother, it was a name he had never heard of.

Six Yuan swords, golden light converged, like a small sun, reflected into the eyes of Zhou Xing, Song Yu and Mo Qianglong, the strong momentum condensed, which slightly changed the look of the latter two.

Zhou Xing was dressed in white, which was extremely conspicuous in the night.

The scene of Yuan Xuyang's manipulation of six Yuan swords just now naturally fell into Zhou Xing's eyes. Such power made Zhou Xing also yearn for it.

He could see that Yuan Xuyang did not use Zhenyuan much, but those Yuan swords, independent submission!

"Yuan Jian Ren Jing, anyone in the world who is not as good as Yuan Xuyang's cultivation, I'm afraid that no one can freely control the sword in front of him." Zhou Xing's heart became hot.

Sword Realm! Like Si Weineng! The swords of the world should be subdued!

In Zhou Xing's eyes, the pupils occupied by the six Yuan swords were getting bigger and bigger, and his mood became more and more excited. He knew that this was an opportunity for Yuan Xuyang to give him to understand the realm of Yuanjian!

Zhou Xing's body was full of Zhenyuan, and the invisible force pushed Song Yu and others away gently and steadily. He hunted in white, and Zhou Xing pointed his right hand like a sword.

"Illness!"

"Ying..." An Yuan sword, which was more dazzling than any of the six Yuan swords, suddenly appeared in the air.

"He can also use the sword! It is much more powerful than our Yuanjian. It must be the foundation-building predecessor. Is it really our uncle!" Yue Ming and several people looked at Zhou Xing's face in a sternity, but it was completely strange.

"point!" Zhou Xing shouted, and a slightly dim Yuan sword separated from his Yuan sword.

He pinched the sword at the same time with both hands and commanded with his mind.

Two Yuan swords, one virtual and one solid.

The real one turned into a sword curtain, blocking in front of the six Yuan swords, and the virtual one shot out, drawing out a sword wind, hindering the six Yuan swords.

At this time, Yueming and others felt the connection with their own Yuanjian again. They were overjoyed and subconsciously commanded Yuanjian to fly back.

Six swords suddenly turned upside down.

"Stay for me and let me play too!" Zhou Xing laughed and said, Zhenyuan swung up, loosened the sword formula with his right hand, and grabbed it.

A big invisible hand condensed by Zhenyuan, grabbed all the six Yuan swords.