Recruiting Disciples on the Spot

Chapter 156 Recruiting Disciples on the Spot

When the monk saw the small sword, he was stunned for a moment, and then immediately grabbed the edge of the low table with both hands and tried to overturn it.

But the table moved slightly, and his hands stopped, only staring at the flying sword in Li Wuxiang's hand.

Li Wuxiang also stared at him. After two breaths, the monk slowly withdrew his hand.

But the two casual cultivators next to them misunderstood and took this opportunity to shout: "What are you afraid of if there is an immortal master here? Take this person down!"

Before he finished speaking, the two men had already drawn their swords and rushed towards him. However, as soon as their bodies crossed in front of Li Wuxiang, they immediately softened in mid-air and fell to the ground with two thuds.

The remaining casual cultivators had expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces. They either held down the hilt of their swords or put their hands into their arms, looking at Li Wuxiang and then at the cultivator behind the table.

Li Wuxiang asked the small sword to spin slowly on his fingertips, and walked to the low table: "These people have no knowledge, you should not be. Immortal master, what do you call me?"

The monk's face had turned pale, but he still sat down at the table: "Five Mountains True Form Sect monk, He Qingmiao."

"Okay, He Qingmiao, are you going to ask them to help you take me down, or are you going to ask them to stand still and save me some trouble?"

The light in the courtyard was dim, with only the light of the oil lamp shining. He Qingmiao used the light to look at the small sword at Li Wuxiang's fingertips again and again, but still couldn't see it clearly. His throat moved, and he hissed: "Don't... move, just stand still. This is... this is..."

He took a deep breath, his voice already trembling: "Golden Pill...Swordsman."

He slowly stood up and stared at the flying sword again, and finally saw it more clearly - a small sword, just hanging on Li Wuxiang's fingertips.

Before leaving the parish, he had listened carefully to what his teachers had said about swordsmen - foundation-building swordsmen mostly used swords, and flying swords were only used as hidden weapons. Only swordsmen who have reached the level of Qi refining can operate flying swords as desired, but the essence is also poured into the sword line, making it more like an extremely flexible and indestructible rope dart.

Only when the elixir is formed, there is no need to pull the sword thread. Instead, the elixir power is poured into the sword thread, and the flying sword will fly out naturally without any constraints. But at this point, the sword thread is still needed to pour the elixir power into the sword.

But at this moment, when this small sword was slowly turning on Li Wuxiang's fingertips... he felt that he couldn't see it! You can't see the sword line around his fingers or palms!

That rumor popped into his head, and He Qingmiao felt a chill in his body——

"You... said you killed the leader of the Sword Religion..."

There was some heavy breathing behind Li Wuxiang, as if someone was still preparing to attack. But after hearing He Qingmiao's words, all those voices suddenly stopped.

"Oh, is that how it's spread?"

Li Wuxiang walked to He Qingmiao as he spoke. He Qingmiao staggered and moved aside, but his eyes did not leave the small sword on his fingertips: "You... are not a golden elixir! You are a Yuan Baby! No wonder you can..."

"Oh, you think so?" Li Wuxiang sat down behind the table and pressed his hand in front of him. The flying sword immediately circled around him and then sank into his forehead.

He Qingmiao suddenly sat down.

This Li Wuxiang is really Yuanying! It has reached the point where the flying sword turns into a rainbow and enters the body!

He stared straight at Li Wuxiang, and Li Wuxiang smiled at him: "Why, does my face look good?"

He Qingmiao gasped twice and shook his head: "No... I... I am... seeing the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal with my own eyes for the first time in my life."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the casual cultivators in the courtyard knelt down with a thud, not daring to express their anger. But there was only one person - the one who was the first to tell the swordsman joke just now. His legs were like sieves and trembling. He seemed to be unable to kneel down. The next moment, he suddenly squeezed out a scream from his throat, jumped up and ran towards the door.

But with a flash of sword light on Li Wuxiang's forehead, the man immediately fell on the door panel and slowly slid to the ground.

"He Qingmiao, tell these people what the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal's specialties are."

He Qingmiao seemed to have come to his senses at this time, but also seemed to be completely confused. He was stunned for a moment, and then said in a daze: "The Yuanying Sword Immortal... The Yin God travels, and the sword follows the god. It is the Baili Sword Immortal... Within a hundred miles...within..."

"It's good that you know. Even if you escape from this door or this village, you still can't escape." Li Wuxiang took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Now I ask you to answer, no It’s half nonsense.”

"How many of you are back here?"

He Qingmiao looked at him blankly, as if he was thinking about something, but he still said the words: "Senior, I... I am just a qi refiner, but I only refine qi to become a god. I was in Dan City before, I really I don’t know much... We have six people coming to Dan City. One...if other cities were like us, our Zhenxing Sect...would have nearly a thousand Qi Refiners. Senior, if you ask the Refiner God...I heard that there was a main altar and sub-alterns, a total of forty people came. There are so many, but they are still weak... I really don’t know how much I have cultivated..."

"In addition to Zhenxingdao, people from the other five departments are also here?"

"Yes, but I really don't know anything else..."

Li Wuxiang nodded: "There is one like yours in every nearby village and town. How far is it spread?"

"Within a radius of a thousand miles... The True Form Sect is closer. Those who come now are all disciples of the True Form Religion. In the future, there will be people from the other five sects, and it will not only be within a thousand miles."

"What happened to Youjiuyuan three days ago?"

"This...I just heard..."

"You tell me!"

"Yes..." He Qingmiao said, while moving his feet, so that he no longer sat slumped, but knelt down, "I heard... after finding where You Jiuyuan was, some teachers who were still weak We went to Lingshan first, and wanted to enter Youjiuyuan from Lingshan... We went in a little bit, but it seemed that we were defeated again, and we seemed to have lost three still weak commanders——"

"Where's the Sword Sect's?"

"I haven't heard..."

Li Wuxiang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The Huanxu of the Liubu Xuanjiao is the Nascent Soul cultivation of the Sword Sect. So there was a group of Huanxu who invaded Youjiu Abyss from Lingshan before, but Cui Daocheng and Mei Qiulu were there and they did not take advantage. Maybe You Jiuyuan came to this world just to get rid of the siege of those Huanxu monks.

The news came out in Jian Zong that he had killed Jiang Jie. He smiled in his heart, and didn't know what it felt like for a moment... It was a good move. I guess it was Cui Daocheng's intention.

"Did you just say that some swordsmen were scattered?"

"Yes, after You Jiuyuan came to the Yang Realm, he happened to land near the Tianxin Sect... I heard that someone in the sect was in the Tianxin Sect, and I immediately reported the news back. We are the first batch to come, and there were some before. Lian Shen and a few of the still weak masters had a fight over there, but all of your people came out of the mountain. I heard that most of them came out of the mountain, and only a few scattered. "

When He Qingmiao said these words, his tone became smoother, and the look on his face was no longer so scared: "Oh, also, I heard that some of the scattered swordsmen also went to Tianxin Sect, in that direction anyway, I don’t know if I will really go, but my colleague from Santai Town told me this yesterday – Santai Town is more than a hundred miles away from here.”

"You said your people were in the Tianxin Sect before?" Li Wuxiang frowned and thought for a moment, "Are you trying to recruit someone to surrender?"

"yes."

Li Wuxiang was silent for a moment. The Thirty-Six Sects have always been the weaklings, and this matter is still the opinion of the swordsmen. Now that the world knows that the leader of the Sword Sect has been killed, and the six Mysterious Sects have come out to encircle and suppress them, they will definitely not think that the Sword Sect has a chance of winning.

The swordsman is a good man, but he is not a fool. Are those who were scattered going towards the Tianxin sect?

He looked at He Qingmiao: "There are more than a hundred people in the Sword Sect. You should have recognized them all before coming here, right? Didn't your companions in Santai Town tell you who are the people heading towards the Tianxin Sect?"

"I..." He Qingmiao frowned and thought for a while, "I used the flying talisman to transmit the sound. I could hear it vaguely, so I really didn't know clearly."

"Okay." Li Wuxiang looked at the dishes on the table, "There is one more thing. For example, if I kill you now, will your fellow disciples around you know about it?"

He Qingmiao straightened up slightly: "Yes! Senior, each of us has been cursed. Once our body dies, our companions around us will know about it, so we stay here... on the one hand, it is to cut off the swordsman's supplies, on the other hand It’s also a physical warning.”

Seeing Li Wuxiang's eyes flashing, he quickly said: "Senior, you are Yuanying. It is not difficult for me to refine my energy and body and spirit, but it will definitely take some effort. Senior, I... I have a... Please give me love!”

This man is much calmer now than he was a while ago, and the look on his face can even be called firm.

Li Wuxiang smiled: "Oh? Do you want me to listen?"

He Qingmiao immediately fell to the ground and said, "Senior, why don't you accept me?"

Li Wuxiang was stunned, and the casual cultivators in the courtyard who were kneeling obediently were also stunned, and couldn't help but raise their heads to look at He Qingmiao.

"It is rumored that you, senior, formed elixirs in Coffin City! But now that I have actually seen you, I know that you, senior, were actually an adult at that time! No wonder there was a tribulation thunder!" He Qingmiao lay on the ground and said anxiously, "Me neither You idiot, you know there are only two consequences for me tonight! Senior, you want to avenge your fellow sect. You killed me here and I will be completely destroyed! The other is that the rumors are true. Senior, you really left the sect for some reason... But with your cultivation, senior, as long as you don't If you show your face again, you can live a happy life in this world!"

"I heard that you have reached the state you are in today after practicing not long ago. Senior, you must have some magical skills. You were right just now. This is my immortal fate! A Qi-refining disciple like me was taught by the True Form Being sent to a place like this is just a meat bait... Everyone is dead, only here is the way to survive! Master... No, my ancestor, please accept my disciple's worship!"

After He Qingmiao said this, he put his hands on the ground to his chest, without raising his head, kowtowed nine times in a muffled voice, and knelt close to the ground again.

After listening to He Qingmiao's words, the swordsmen in the courtyard understood what "mind" and "qualification" were. They suddenly understood and kowtowed one after another, causing a thumping sound in the courtyard.

Li Wuxiang laughed twice, looked at He Qingmiao, and then at the casual cultivators in the yard. He tapped his fingers on the table and remained silent.

After a while, he picked up the chopsticks that He Qingmiao had put on the table and started eating the dishes slowly again.

After waiting for these people for about a quarter of an hour, he put down his chopsticks and said to the casual monks in the yard: "You all get up. He Qingmiao kowtows because he has something to do and is bearing the humiliation. Why are you kowtowing after him? Head? Do you also want to hold a mound of dirt under your chest?"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Qingmiao suddenly raised his upper body from the ground - three handfuls of loess had gathered under his chest, which was the same as what Xu Daosheng made at the gate of Ranshan Mountain that day!

It was just that He Qingmiao didn’t stick incense into the three piles of yellow earth—he first pulled hard on his hand and inserted three fingers into it. He moved his mouth a few times, and the chewed tongue and blood spurted out together.

At this time, his upper body was soaked in blood, but his movements were amazingly fast. Before the blood fell on the yellow earth, the tablet slipped out of his sleeve. But this tablet was not used like Xu Daosheng did at the beginning, but was inserted into his head!

He immediately rolled his eyes and leaned back. However, just when he was about to touch the ground, the whole person bounced up again—

This time, he didn’t use his knees to exert force, but it seemed that his body was straightened by the invisible force in the void, and he stood upright on the ground.

The tablet inserted in his forehead now emitted a dazzling green light, as if it had become a tall crown, and at this moment, the three piles of yellow earth on the ground were also soaked in blood, emitting clear and red light. The light shines against each other, and He Qingmiao's body seems to be full of fresh air and blood!

Li Wuxiang just sat at the table and looked at him. When he stood up and opened his eyes again, he smiled coldly: "I don't understand the mysterious ways of your Zhenxing Sect, but I think I have seen this scene in Guanshan--"

He pointed at He Qingmiao's head: "Dongyue Taishan Lord, wearing the Cangbi Seven Crowns... Invited the gods, right? But Wu Meng was not as evil as you that day. He Qingmiao, I remember you worshipped me as your ancestor just now, why, now you want to play the trick of deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors with me?"

He Qingmiao raised his hands high and pressed them down. The ground in the courtyard immediately sank an inch, bursting with flying dust: "Li Wuxiang! My cultivation is not as good as yours, and I never thought of catching you! But you are already a stray dog ​​of the Sword Sect. As long as I can hurt you today, my fellow disciples elsewhere can hurt you again. Thousands of disciples of Xuanjiao, let's see how long you can hold out! I will sacrifice my blood to the Five Mountains True Form Emperor, and I will go to the Wonderland today! "

"You!" He Qingmiao turned to the casual cultivators in the courtyard and shouted. At this time, the blood spilling from his body was dispersing into an increasingly dense divine light, and even his voice became unhuman, as if it was shouted from all directions in the courtyard by many things that were not in this world, "Waiting here is also death! Fight him!"

The casual cultivators in the courtyard were in doubt. They looked at Li Wuxiang and then at He Qingmiao. They only felt that the clear light around him seemed to gradually gather into a green mist in the night, and within the mist, He Qingmiao's appearance was already blurred, and it was unclear whether it was a human figure with blood all over his body, or a heavenly soldier with flickering light and shadow!

First, a casual cultivator stood up eagerly on the ground, and then-

The sword light flashed!

The sword light instantly took away all the light around He Qingmiao. He straightened his body and fell to the ground with a bang.

"You are too proud of yourself. I killed two of the guys you invited on the coffin mountain." Li Wuxiang stood up from the low table and looked at the casual cultivators in the courtyard - some were still kneeling on the ground, while others were half-raised. At this moment, they were all stunned, as if they were frozen in place.

The next moment, before the casual cultivators opened their mouths to beg for mercy, Li Wuxiang stretched out a finger and let the flying sword hang on it: "He Qingmiao is right. You people have also gone through a lot of hardships to touch the threshold of cultivation. It is not easy to come here today. I met a casual cultivator like you before, who helped me, so I also introduced him to the Sword Sect."

The people in the courtyard exhaled a whole sound, and those who were half-raised fell to their knees on the ground again, but when they were about to speak, Li Wuxiang spoke again.

"But from what you just said to He Qingmiao, it doesn't seem like you don't know what's going on here. So I thought, if I let you go today, will you say tomorrow that the swordsman is stupid and let us go?"

Li Wuxiang kicked over the low table in front of him, and the sword light flashed at his fingertips and came back again - a breath later, the casual cultivators suddenly burst into a wail and fell to the ground, blood was flowing on their faces, and there were only a pair of blood holes in their eyes!

"Get out, tell the casual cultivators who are still nearby, who dares to help the evil and leak the whereabouts of the swordsman to the Six Departments of Xuan Sect, no matter where they go, they will die! My name is Li Wuxiang, go and ask the Six Departments of Xuan Sect who I am - whether I am cruel enough, whether I am ruthless enough, and whether I am brave enough!"

After more than ten breaths, all the casual cultivators in the courtyard stumbled out. There were still many houses with lights on in the village, but the sounds heard here before, now all the lights are off, and the voices are silent, as if the village has become empty.

Li Wuxiang left Taiyi Temple, but did not leave Fuxing Village too far - he went to the mountain range behind the village, chose a cliff, climbed up and found a cliff cypress growing on the cliff, and then entangled himself on the cypress. From a distance, the yellow-brown cloth blended into the tree trunk, and there was almost no clue.

In the past one or two months, he has been killing people - Xu Daosheng, Wu Meng, and a dozen Qi-refining monks in the coffin city. But among these people, he thinks that He Qingmiao is the most terrifying, even more terrifying than Wu Meng.

This is not about his means and strength, but about his spirit. He Qingmiao is the first Xuanjiao monk he has met who can face death with equanimity.

From this perspective, at least the Five Mountains True Form Sect sent all the elites to siege the Sword Sect this time, and I'm afraid Mei Zhangjian and the others will have a very hard time. Li Wuxiang didn't know if he was still a serious swordsman, but for Jiang Jie, Mei Qiulu, Zeng Jianqiu, and Li Ke, he had to do something within his ability before going to the Tianxin Sect to do his own business.