The Northern Sword God
Ten Young People at the foot of the Five Color Mountain
After they finished their lunch, the four practitioners; meirenyu, Lin Hong, BaiseDhe and SuzheDhe rushed out of Morning Star City. Meirenyu of course with Yu Long still carrying, which then raises the curiosity of anyone who runs into them. But Meirenyu still showed a cold face and did not care.
Due to their high cultivation level, then within a short period of time the four practitioners had been at the foot of the Five Color Peak Mountain Range.
A yearning lingered in Lin Hong's heart. The longing for the past had rippled among the cold feelings after a long time wandering in this cruel Lake. Hurriedly Lin Hong threw away that melancholy sense, and his face again turned into the face of the hard girl Jiang Hu.
"Stop..!"
Ten young people aged 18 to 23 were blocking them, as the four experts were about to enter the gate, towards the small village of Cloud Sword Sect. The unsheathed sword seemed to say "You are not allowed to enter".
The appearance of those ten Cloud Sword Sect disciples looked extremely innocent in Lin Hong's eyes. In the clothing bearing the logo of swords and clouds, their hair in the high loop resembled that of a Taoist religious priest, making Lin Hong recall the past. "That means that my appearance was as bold as these guys" he laughed amusedly in his heart.
Lin Hong while smiling his two hands put together in a respectful gesture,
"Greetings.the disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect. We were a group of wandering practitioners who happened to be visiting in Morning Star City. We heard there was a crowd in this Cloud Sword Sect, then wondered. Are we allowed to watch this crowd?"
As one who had studied and studied in this Sect, of course Lin Hong felt the need to call them that familiar.
But to Lin Hong's surprise, a scathing reply made him feel as if his head was in a dick with a basin of cold water,
"You four practitioners in strange clothes are people from the western region there, we didn't allow it before getting the approval of the Sect Elder who handles diplomacy like this" said one of the most senior-looking disciples.
The student, Yi Ping, is 21 years old. He had been training in the Cloud Sword Sect since the age of 11. Currently his cultivation was at the realm of the eight-star Spirit Condensation Realm.
This Yi Ping had calculated, before turning 25 years old he would be in the Enlightened Spirit Realm. His cultivation is fairly high. However his age had crossed the line so he was unable to follow the genius selection of the Cloud Sword Sect.
With a frown, Lin Hong said,
"Do you need verification from an elder in charge of diplomacy? Why did this Cloud Sword Sect become this exclaim?" Lin Hong laughed out loud. He compared to their old times, it didn't feel too complicated to pay a visit to the Cloud Sword Sect.
This Yi Ping, instantly became offended. His friends also appear to show a bad face...
"Miss...do you not know if our Cloud Sword Sect has had a bad experience in the past with Western Region practitioners? That demon Clan practitioner had killed many disciples even Sect Chiefs back then" The ten people started to pull out the swords from his scabbard. Their hands trembled as they felt angry at Lin Hong's words.
While turning his body and speaking indifferently, Lin Hong replied jokingly. He was intending to play with those ten disciples...
"I know about the matter of this Sect with the demon race from the West there. Then by looking at the way we dress like westerners, then you are arbitrarily accusing us of being a demon race? did you see a horn on my head?" Lin Hong opened the child's hair on his forehead and then displayed the pure white forehead.
The ten disciples said holy words, and they threw away their faces with red faces.
In those days, looking openly at a girl's face, let alone displaying a white forehead like that was taboo. But Lin Hong was the girl of the Telaga River where generally the wandering girls did not pay attention to such manners.
"You're so wild, miss. Your act of showing your forehead is not very in accordance with the manners in the Cloud Sword Sect" Yi Ping said. His hand was getting tighter holding a sword that was ready to slide at any moment.
When they got the code that they could instantly barge in, suddenly in a movement that the young man could not follow, Lin Hong disappeared from their sight. At that time the ten young people had fallen unconscious, without knowing the cause.
"Let's go in and take a look around. I'm sure we'll meet Peng Fai, the person that Master wanted to be the liaison" Lin Hong said.
The four practitioners then disappeared in a flying motion over the grass.
After arriving at the Blue Peak where the Sect Master was, there was also a square where the selection activities of the Jenius Cloud Sword Sect were located. In that place it was very crowded with spectators consisting of their own sect disciples, as well as spectators from tourists and practitioners who had deliberately come to watch the show.
In the VIP stands seemed to be sitting some important people of the sect and also the Morning Star City Governor. Lin Hong was busy looking around for where Peng Fai was sitting. He estimated that Peng Fai must have been sitting in the Elder's seat or in the Inner Court Senior disciples' section.
Meanwhile, the four practitioners had been sitting in the stands and blending in with thousands of spectators. The noisy sound of screaming rang out, seemingly breaking the eardrum when looking towards the stage where two young men in their teens were fighting using swords.
The young man dressed in blue was seen trying to bully his opponent who was wearing all-green clothes.
"The blue-clothed young man was named Wan Junqing. The blue-colored clothes were a sign that he represented the blue peak where the sect master resided. While the young man dressed in green named Chang Bingjie. The green color is a sign that he represents the green peak. Although he was somewhat inferior in sword techniques, that Chang Bingjie was a Symbol Expert. The Green Peak of this sect had always been synonymous with ability as a soul force expert" Clearly a spectator to Lin Hong when the girl asked asked for an explanation regarding the circumstances on the tournament stage.
The sword in Wan Junqing's hand was seen swerving in a deadly move, as the youngster jumped up and locked Chang Bingjie in a sword scroll. It was a dangerous technique, one that locked the opponent so that the opponent would not be able to break out of the sword scroll, otherwise his body would be mutilated into several pieces.
"This Chang Bingjie should have instantly admitted defeat lest he perish in that dangerous sword technique scroll. That technique was a sword technique taught directly by the sect master to Wan Junqing. How could Chang Bingjie possibly escape from that sword fortress" the man whom Lin Hong asked earlier said.
Lin Hong did not reply, as he knew.a symbolist or soul force expert always kept many unexpected things on their sleeves. He understood that, because he himself after becoming a soul force expert (following the footsteps of Master Yong) his perception in combat became different.
"Well let's see it later" Lin Hong said slowly.
It was true as Lin Hong had expected. When everyone shouted in earnest at Wan Junqing and mocked Chang Bingjie, Chang Bingjie was seen forming a seal in his hand and he released an object.
"Bothat...!" a very loud explosion sounded from the direction of the competition arena.
A lightning bolt blew up the pendang scroll that formed the fortress, tightly locking onto Chang Bingjie, so that the sword fortress surrounding him instantly fell apart. The sword in Wan Junqing's hand slipped out of his hand, with its robed form being hit by the power of lightning.
Wan Junqing himself was thrown several spears backward, with his tattered clothes struck by lightning. Although not in a severe condition, he looks not because of his shape. Meanwhile, taking advantage of that moment Chang Bingjie jumped up quickly, and the sword in his hand ruthlessly locked onto Wan Junqing's neck shaft.
Wan Junqing was in sword threat, silent with a glaring gaze of surprise. All the spectators were silent. No one speaks at all. The ridicule and insults that were originally directed at Chang Bingjie, instantly faded. They seemed to be slapped with their own words after previously humbling the green-clothed youth.
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