I saw that the ancestor of their Xuantian Sect suddenly pulled out a golden sword.

He threw it into the air, and then lifted Tan Feng with such a gentle jump.

The two of them stepped on the knife steadily.

Then in the blink of an eye, the two of them flew out with a slap, flying higher and farther.

Real Leci's eyes widened, his mouth opened wider, and finally he screamed, "Ah—this is the flight of an imperial weapon—"

Although the people call the monks immortals, they have nothing to do with the word immortal, but they only know a little magic that can deal with evil spirits.

In this low immortal and demon world, humans and demons coexist in the same world, and I would like to know that the spiritual energy here is not comparable to that of the high-level immortal and demon world. Therefore, the immortals of this world cannot fly with their swords!

Complete, complete, no, yes!

They can fly at most, higher and farther than the martial arts masters in the martial arts world, because they are not using internal force, but mana.

The real Leci was so excited that he didn't mention it, and almost fainted.

At this time, it was not only the real person Leci, the entire Xuan Tianzong disciples saw it, and then instantly boiled.

"Oh my God! Am I blind? I think I saw someone flying through the sky on something!"

"Is this the legend... Yujian Fei?"

For Xianjia Baimen, Yu Jianfei is a legendary thing.

These disciples may still be looking forward to one or two things before they go to Xianmen, and only after entering the door will they know how far Yu Jianfei is from them. In the thousands of years of Xianjia Baimen, no ancestor Yujian has ever heard of flying.

However, if these exercises in the sect have been learned well, it is not a problem for them to catch demons and eliminate evil, so everyone will not think about the outrageous flying of the sword.

As a result, just when everyone acquiesced that such a thing as flying with the sword does not exist at all, but saw the flying with the sword?

"No, no, it's not flying with the sword. The two of them are stepping on a golden sword that can blind a dog! This is flying with a royal weapon! It's not in the book that the immortal cultivator can control and fly with all the fairy weapons. ?"

"But master and uncle, didn't they say that the flying of the imperial equipment is a lie? I have never seen anyone flying with the imperial equipment!"

"Wait, there are two people stepping on the knife, one of them seems to be Junior Brother Tan Feng!"

"Oh my god, it seems to be Junior Brother Tan Feng! Who is the other one? That figure, bearing and style, are even better than Junior Brother Tan Feng. When did our Xuantian Sect come out with such a person..."

Nan Yuan didn't know that she was only flying with a small imperial weapon, so the entire Xuantian Sect exploded from the top to the bottom, from the old to the young.

Although she read Qing Moyu's memory, she hadn't sorted it out, and for a moment she forgot that this world was lacking in spiritual energy.

It happened that Qing Moyu, an old man who had lived for a thousand years, had a good cultivation base, and the spiritual energy stored in his dantian was also sufficient, so Nan Yuan flew away like this.

But it is not easy to store the spiritual energy of Dantian. Even if Qing Moyu has the capital to fly with the sword, and he has learned to fly with the sword, he will never waste his precious spiritual energy on this kind of thing!

Xiaotang was in the space hahaha, mocking Tan Feng ruthlessly, "Yuanyuan, look at the silly appearance of the little apprentice, he looks like a frightened **** hahaha..."

The genius disciple Sun, who was full of arrogance not long ago, was stiff at this time, and he was sticking straight behind his master like a wooden stake. He was indeed frightened and stupid.

Nan Yuan grabbed Tan Feng's arm, how could she not know his stiffness.

"My grandson, are you afraid of heights?" Nan Yuan asked with concern.

The stiff Tan Feng's face turned red, and he finally choked back the scream that almost broke his throat the moment he flew into the sky, maintained his high-cold personality, and then slowly exhaled. , "If you go back to the master, the disciple is fine."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he ate a mouthful of high-altitude wind, and his voice was drowned out by the whining wind.

Tan Feng thought that the master didn't hear it, and was about to say it again loudly, but the man in front replied: "It's okay."

The master did not speak in a loud voice, but his voice seemed to have an amplified effect, and Tan Feng could hear it clearly.

"Master, are we flying in Yujian?"

"It's not a sword, it's a knife. The sword is too thin, it can only stab people but not cut people. This deity likes to chop."

Tan Feng took a deep breath of high-altitude air, it turned out to be true.

At this time, he finally believed that this man who looked as young as him was really the thousand-year-old ancestor of the teacher's sect.

Moreover, monks can really fly with their swords!

Since he was a child, he has envied those birds in the sky, especially those flying demons who have become fine, who can both run on the ground and fly in the sky.

Now he has learned to fly, but he can only fly so high.

"Master, I also want to learn to fly with the sword, can you teach me?" Tan Feng asked loudly, there was still the arrogance and arrogance in the eyes of outsiders.

At this time, he was just a junior studying in front of his elders, with a respectful attitude, and he didn't even consciously bring a trace of the junior's coquetry to the elder.

Nan Yuan was about to refuse, but thinking of Tan Feng's face that was so beautiful that he could recognize it, he temporarily changed his words, "This deity will consider it."

The grandparents and grandchildren of the master and family descended very arrogantly and domineeringly on the discussion square of the Ziyang faction.

Nan Yuan threw her sleeves, put her hands on her back, and went to that station. Even if she had a zhilan and jade tree, it would make people feel extremely difficult to mess with.

And the disciple, Tan Feng, was holding the well-known long sword and shoving it behind the master, as if I was just looking for something.

"Sect Master He, Daojun Canglang of Xuantian Sect and his disciple Sun Tanfeng came to visit. Today, we will talk about the divorce of the deity's disciple and your beloved disciple."

Nan Yuan's words almost echoed over the entire Ziyang faction.

Not long after, the head of the Ziyang faction He and several elders rushed over together, with a look like an enemy.

The real person Leci only has gray hair, but this head He has all gray hair. But that face was well maintained and looked only fifty or sixty years old.

At this time, after the initial shock, the white-headed old man bowed to Nanyuan with sincerity and fear, "Junior did not know that Dao-Jun Canglang was coming, and if he made a mistake, he also hoped that he would forgive his sins."

"This deity doesn't like these falsehoods. Does Sect Leader He have a high opinion on the matter of withdrawing from the marriage? Listening to the child of Leci, Sect He seems to be dissatisfied with my Xuantian Sect?"

Sugar: Wow, that child of Leci? Yuanyuan has done a pretty good job of this generation, wow!

Sect Leader He looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was already in a cold sweat.

This old thing, he can't afford it.

Xuantian Sect has an old ancestor, but they don't have Ziyang Sect, so he can only recognize his grandson in front of this old thing!

Le Ci ate shriveled here, turned around and went back to find his ancestors, how shameless!