The First Sword of the Earth

There was continuous applause from all around, and the disciples of each family were excited to see it. Many monks also took the initiative to invite their masters to show off their own Taoism.

To some extent, this exchange meeting also has the appearance of a little Daoism exchange.

A disciple of Daocheng hurriedly recited the incantation, urging the thunder god method, and really struck a weak arc.

There are also young Taoist priests who recite the scriptures aloud, which arouses great righteousness, and then floats back to make people puzzled;

Some people actually set up a maze with small triangular flags on the ground, showing many visions. Although they haven't been able to fully display the power of the formation at this time, they have already grasped the principles and principles of the operation of the maze.

Wang Sheng didn't feel much when he saw these. He was mostly looking at these Taoists around him. If he had some vague impressions, it proved to be a great "master" in the future.

The senior sister next to her watched with great interest, giving out "oh" and "oh" admiration from time to time, applauding without hesitation when it was time to applaud, and not feeling nervous about her upcoming stage.

"Senior sister, are you going up this time?" Wang Sheng asked softly beside him.

Mu Wanxuan blinked, with a hint of eagerness in her eyes.

Wang Sheng said with a smile: "Let's listen to the arrangement of Master Uncle and the others. If we don't need to take action, we can just treat it as a free tour here."

Mu Wanxuan chuckled and nodded immediately. After understanding the meaning of the younger brother, she gave up the idea of ​​going up to perform the technique of Liangyi and Bagua, and continued to watch all kinds of magical Taoism in the field.

Li Shiwu, the leader of the Wudang team, knew that his cultivation was not good enough, so he sat a little out of the way when he took his seat in front of the hall, and he couldn't get in the conversation all the time.

Simply, the general of foreign affairs of Wudang Mountain waited until almost all the sects from all the mountains appeared on the scene, then got up and said: "I, Wudang, should also show some Taoism."

Here, the two Taoists who had been waiting for a long time immediately turned to look at the six disciples behind them. It seemed that they had already prepared for Meng Hong and Zhou Yinglong to appear on the stage to demonstrate the Taoism of Wudang Taoism.

Meng Hong is on the left, Zhou Yinglong is on the right, Meng Hong's hands are empty, and Zhou Yinglong is holding a precious sword.

Under the watchful eyes of more than 20 Daoist masters and their respective disciples, the two were inevitably a little nervous, and Li Shiwu's words added a bit of burden to them.

The two were about to attack one by one, Meng Hongxian slowly opened his posture, it seemed that it was Taijiquan that can be seen everywhere, but with every gesture, wisps of heaven and earth vitality followed each other, and there seemed to be a faint white light in the palm of his hand.

Five ways to recruit potential, just taste it.

Meng Hong pressed his hands down slowly, and streams of pure heaven and earth vitality circled around him for a while, half of which belonged to him, and most of which dissipated.

Although the Liangyi Dao Yun is not obvious, it is indeed exquisite, and all the Taoists can't find any shortcomings.

Several Taoist priests applauded lightly, which was considered a way of saving face.

However, after Zhou Yinglong performed the Taiyi Sword Art's opening gesture, there were a few harsh words from the crowd:

"The Wudang sword is really exquisite, but what everyone showed today is Taoism, swordsmanship and so on, which is not appropriate."

"Doesn't Wudang have the way of controlling the sword? Oh, yes, the way of controlling the sword is the untold secret of several fairy mountains in central Sichuan. Before that, there was no vitality in the world, so Wudang would never have valued the so-called way of controlling the sword. "

The burly-headed Taoist priest lying on the bench spoke again, but this time he didn't hide his location and voice, and greeted there: "The two in front don't talk nonsense, be careful that this Wudang senior brother urges him out with a sword." Three thousand sword qi can be said in seconds."

These words were a bit embarrassing, and all the young Taoist priests around couldn't stop laughing, and most of the Taoist priests were also smiling and silent.

Although there are also sects that are close to Wudang Mountain, or have a similar number of paths, I want to stand up and argue a few words at this time, but I don't know how to refute it for a while.

Zhou Yinglong's mood was suddenly broken, the hand holding the sword hilt trembled slightly, his eyes kept searching the surrounding crowd, as if he wanted to find out those who made sarcastic remarks.

Seeing this, Wang Sheng frowned slightly, and without turning his head, he grabbed Senior Sister Yao's arm, got up and walked towards Zhou Yinglong.

If he shot a little slower for half a second, the burr head not far from here is probably already dead by now.

"Which Tao is in the dark!"

"Senior Brother Zhou," Wang Sheng's voice cut off Zhou Yinglong's cursing in time.

Wang Sheng patted Zhou Yinglong's shoulder lightly, and said in a low voice, "I'll do it."

Zhou Yinglong raised his breath and turned around, and exchanged a glance with Wang Sheng. It seemed that he was affected by Wang Sheng's state of mind, and his anger dropped by half.

This senior brother Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, held the sword in his hand to Wang Sheng with both hands, and said in a low voice: "Young brother, I am sorry to embarrass Wudang."

"What are you talking about, brother?" Wang Sheng's voice was unhurried, but it spread steadily throughout the arena, making many drowsy old Taoist priests brighten their eyes.

It is not difficult to amplify the sound, but the difficulty is that it comes so quickly, which makes people feel unobtrusive.

This requires extremely pure real energy, at least the spiritual thoughts in the later stage of concentration, and the support of his own calm and waveless state of mind, so it can be done.

Wang Sheng said leisurely: "Senior brother's sword art is introverted, so some mortal eyes don't understand it. It just so happens that I have some fancy sword styles, which are just right for demonstration."

Zhou Yinglong chuckled softly, his smile was unavoidably bitter, but he didn't say much, turned around and left.

All around looked at Wang Sheng, Wang Sheng took a light breath, stabilized his state of mind, and then slowly closed his eyes.

He was annoyed by the phrase that these people said 'Swordsmanship is not Daoism', and he didn't want his senior sister to stand up and be pointed at and squeezed by others.

Therefore, standing here, facing these hundreds of gazes.

He was calm and composed, with a gentle breath, just like he was practicing swords on the mountain, but the navy blue Taoist robe seemed to hide a few dim stars.

This unfamiliar long sword seems to be of better quality than my own saber, at least true energy is injected into it, and it won't be on the verge of collapsing at any time like my square dancing saber...

Afterwards, Qi, body and sword unite, form and mind intersect with spirit.

This is Wang Sheng's accumulation of more than ten years before his rebirth, and it is the sublimation he gained after his rebirth after three years of penance in Wudang Mountain.

When he opened his eyes again, the long sword in his hand seemed to be one with him, and when the true essence was swimming, a strand penetrated into the sword body, turned around and returned to itself.

A little breeze passed around him, Wang Sheng didn't make any movements yet, just stood there, and an inexplicable aura spread across the field.

An old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wang Sheng in surprise.

"This is……"

A young monk who was originally planning to watch a good show gradually focused his attention at this time, and the whispers around him disappeared.

Those who cultivated in the God-gathering state, whoever radiated their spiritual thoughts, could vaguely see a vague sword shadow in Wang Sheng's place.

However, those who were cultivated under Concentration were startled by Wang Sheng's faint sense of oppression.

The burly little Taoist who had been lying on the Changdeng sat up at some point, looking at Wang Sheng's back with a little surprise...

A Taoist priest from Huashan suddenly shouted: "Tongming Jianxin! This is definitely the Jianxin recorded in ancient books!"

Before the long voice fell, the long sword in Wang Sheng's hand had already slipped lightly.

Following that, he stepped forward and stepped out of the position of Big Dipper naturally. Several sword moves in the Seven Star Sword Formation were scattered by him at will, and he easily picked them up again, as if they had turned into another set of profound sword skills.

There are eight commonly used sword moves, chopping, stabbing, teasing, drawing, wiping, cutting, horizontal, and falling.

At this time, Wang Sheng seemed to be simply practicing these eight basic movements, but after a few moves, everyone saw the shadow of the sword flickering, and those with a slightly lower cultivation base could not see Wang Sheng's not too fast figure at all. .

The sword falls into the galaxy, just like the prosperity and ups and downs of the world are like an illusion.

A series of twelve sword poses, the person holding the sword wanted to stop his figure, but he seemed to be a little bit unsatisfied.

So he boldly took advantage of the wind and jumped three to five feet, his Taoist robes were hunting, and his sword was screaming.

As if falling from the clouds, some immortals swiped their pens and ink from top to bottom, leaving streaks of sword lights in midair.

Withdrawing the sword and turning back, the shadow of the sword is at its clearest.

Wang Sheng crossed his left hand behind his back, and slowly pressed his right hand with his sword fingers. The sword light directly above him flickered slightly, showing a map of the Big Dipper!

Then the sword light quietly exploded, like countless stars falling down, making the front of the Chongxi Palace and the Yuehua Terrace feel like a dream.

"Swordsmanship, why is it not Taoism?"

Wang Sheng's voice slid slowly, and many monks immersed in the sword pose just woke up, but when they looked again, Wang Sheng had already walked back to the Wudang Mountain seating area on the sidelines.

"Brother's sword."

"Hey," Zhou Yinglong reached out to catch his saber, but there was a bit of bitterness in his smile.

This junior...

Is it too late for me to change my name to Senior Brother now?

Not far away, a little burly-haired Taoist priest sitting with his arms folded and a deep expression on his face gleamed, staring closely at Wang Sheng, as if he wanted to stand up immediately, but his eyes showed a bit of thought and prudence.

After this delay, Wang Sheng had already sat back on the bench, beside his senior sister.

He just sat down here, and the discussions around him came quietly.