1295 Revisiting the Old Profession, Observing Swords at the Sword Pavilion (3)
They first took the flying ship arranged by the Sword Pavilion. There were more than 300 people on the ship, leaving the Endless Sea and flying into the void.
Some of the remaining elders were accompanying them like Zeng Daniu, and more than 10 were disciples of the Sword Pavilion and guards recruiting disciples.
The flying ship traversed the void. The children in the cabin were arranged to cultivate the initial-stage cultivation technique of the Sword Pavilion.
This was a simplified cultivation method, capable of easily manipulating the aura of immortality.
Zeng Tenghu could not sit still. He had just cultivated a trace of immortal aura in his meridians when he ran around the flying ship with a few young boys.
Fortunately, the flying ship was vast, so it was fine for them to fool around.
“Boom—”
A rumble came from ahead, and the entire flying ship shook, almost throwing Zeng Tenghu, who was practicing his fists and feet.
“What’s the situation?”
Seven or eight kids rushed out of the cabin and onto the deck.
In front of him, in the void, a 100-foot-tall Single-Horned Flying Leopard blocked the way of the flying ship.
The flying leopard’s body emitted a dark golden immortal light. Clearly, its strength was magnificent.
The flying leopard roared and spread its wings, sending sharp blades towards the flying ship.
“This is a void demon beast?” a child muttered, his face filled with excitement.
“Of course. My great-grandfather once killed such a demon beast.” Another child revealed a proud expression.
Hearing this, the other children were all shocked.
Zeng Tenghu turned to look in the direction of the cabin behind him. He was also envious that Du Changhai had such a powerful great-grandfather.
His Patriarch said that he had followed Sword Ancestor Muye back then. He wondered if the old man had killed such a powerful demon beast.
“B*stard, how dare you stop the Sword Pavilion’s flying ship?” A Sword Pavilion disciple in a green robe flew up. The sword in his hand emitted a green immortal aura. With a stab, he triggered the immortal aura to transform into a 50-foot-long sword light.
The sword light collided with the sharp blades around the Flying Leopard, and then both were extinguished.
The collision of these powers caused the surrounding 10,000 feet of heaven and earth to tremble.
Zeng Tenghu and the others on the deck turned pale. They barely stood up and grabbed the side of the ship, not daring to let go.
In the eyes of experts, they were just ants.
“Get into formation,” a Sword Pavilion disciple on the flying ship shouted as he unsheathed his sword.
The other disciples split into two groups. The sword in their hands stirred the Heaven and Earth powers, transforming into a golden thousand-foot-long sword that stabilized the flying ship.
The Sword Pavilion disciples made the young boys on the flying ship who had just stepped onto the cultivation path reveal looks of envy and admiration.
“Hehe, it’s the Sword Pavilion after all. However, ordinary inner sect disciples have such methods.” An old man in a green robe stood by the side of the ship and chuckled.
He was bringing his descendants to the Upper Heaven Region.
Judging from the immortal light emitted from his body, he was clearly an expert.
Now that the power of heaven and earth had changed, cultivators’ cultivation was no longer as easy to detect as before.
Only the immortal light around him could roughly judge.
Among the children and elders on the ship, this old man named Du Chen revealed the highest cultivation level.
According to his introduction, he was still an Elder of a small sect.
When Zeng Daniu introduced himself, he only said that he was the leader of a small family clan on the Scattered Stars Island.
In the end, family clans and sects were still the strongest.
The children and elders traveling with him were much more respectful to Du Chen.
“There’s something strange about this flying leopard.” Zeng Daniu swept his gaze across the surrounding void and snorted. “I wonder which other faction dares to have designs on the Sword Pavilion disciples now.”
As his voice fell, several black shadows flew over from the void to the left of the flying ship.
“It’s the demonic path.”
Someone exclaimed softly.
On the flying ship, several disciples of the Sword Pavilion rushed out to resist these fiendish cultivators.
Although the Heaven Trampling Demon King was already in charge of 90% of the fiendish cultivators in the Heavenly Mystic, it did not mean that he could suppress all the demonic cultivators.
Back then, there were many powerhouses hiding in and outside the dam and did not interact much with the Upper Three Heavens.
Now that the world had changed, many experts had appeared.
“The Sword Pavilion has chosen many good seedlings. I also cultivate the sword. Come with me.” At this moment, a voice sounded. At some point, an old man in a green robe and a bronze mask was already outside the deck.
He raised his hand and pressed it down on Zeng Tenghu and the others standing on the deck.
Rays of light green immortal light turned into ropes that wrapped around the children watching the battle and pulled them out of the flying ship.
“Stop!” The Sword Pavilion disciple wanted to attack, but he could not do so at this moment.
On the top of the flying ship, a sword light flashed, as if it was about to slash down.
That was the Sword Pavilion expert presiding over the ship.
“There’s no need for Deacon Lu to do anything.
“Hmph, they really dare to come here.” Du Chen, who was beside Zeng Daniu, shouted in a low voice. The immortal light on his body turned into a phantom and he took a step forward.
Heaven Realm.
His cultivation level at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul realm was much stronger than the surrounding disciples of the Sword Pavilion. Even Deacon Lu, who was presiding over the flying ship, was only at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul realm.
Du Chen punched out and shattered the green ropes of the bronze-masked old man.
He flew out of the flying ship and collided with the masked old man with immortal light.
“This is my great-grandfather,” the muscular Du Changhai on the flying ship said excitedly.
The others all looked envious.
Even if a grand cultivator junior went to the Sword Pavilion, he would probably be taken care of, right?
Zeng Tenghu quietly turned to look at his Patriarch.
The Patriarch said that he had once followed Sword Ancestor Muye. He wondered if his Patriarch’s strength could compare to Du Changhai’s great-grandfather.
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