Chapter 420: Flying Knife Reappears on Baimang Mountain, and the Drunken Immortal Watches the World with Drunken Eyes"Is there something wrong with the Demon-Suppressing City?" Song Lin looked at Shi Mingguang who came to visit him early in the morning with a calm expression. Ever since he was involved in the situation in Cangzhou, he had a premonition in his heart. Having killed so many people in Jiuzhangyuan, it is even more impossible for the people of King Cang to let him go. Now that the premonition has come true, it depends on how the other party will attack! "Please give me some advice, Master, how should we deal with this disaster?" Shi Mingguang came here today, obviously with instructions from his family. "Unmoving as a mountain." Song Lin slowly uttered four words. "Yes." Master Mingguang made up his mind and said goodbye and left. After a while.

Song Lin entered Hou Yuanxi's room, and after half an hour, he pushed the door and left. Then he went to Baimang Mountain with everyone to continue today's sword-testing battle. time flies. It's dusk again. The battle on the third day became increasingly difficult. Everyone fought to exhaustion, but finally they each defeated their opponents and won a complete victory. Nothing happened afterwards. Everyone returned to the master's old house and continued to practice and digest today's gains. "Boom!" Suddenly, there was a huge noise in Baimang Mountain late at night. A beam of precious light shot up into the sky. Countless practitioners in the Demon-Suppressing City were awakened one after another, flew up into the night sky, and looked towards the direction of Baimang Mountain. I saw strong evil energy erupting from the ground, forming light pillars of various colors. One purple light pillar was particularly conspicuous, as if some precious treasure had appeared in the world. "Is this... the emergence of a rare treasure?" "Such a strong aura of the Earthly Evil, our chance has come!" "It has been thousands of years since Baimang Mountain has seen such a large-scale eruption of evil spirits. After that heavy rain, the world really changed! This time, many heroes have gathered in the Demon Suppression City, and there may be disasters. Everyone be careful!" "My fellow immortals, aren't you going?" Countless figures immediately flew towards the northwest, and many people passed by the ancient house of the Master family and asked questions. "Sister." Yan Ze and others looked at Hou Yuanxi eagerly.

"Go back and practice." Hou Yuanxi's face was cold, as if he had no attachment to the so-called opportunity. Song Lin smiled and said, "The opportunity in Mangshan should belong to you. We will just watch." The other party took action! However, in this Demon-Suppressing City, as long as Jianya Xuanfeng and his group don't move, who can do anything to them? "Ok." Yan Ze and his companions turned their heads and glanced toward the northwest, their eyes reluctant to leave. They are not greedy for this opportunity, they just want to join in the fun. “Practice well and strive to make a breakthrough. Once the matter in Mangshan is concluded, we will return to the mountain.” Hou Yuanxi left a word and turned to leave. "Yes, senior sister." Everyone looked happy. Three hours later. As the sky was about to brighten, Song Lin finally waited for Master Mingguang. "Report to the Immortal." Shi Mingguang stood in front and bowed, saying, "At midnight last night, a rare treasure appeared twelve miles underground in Baimang Mountain. It was accompanied by thousands of wisps of evil spirits, attracting countless people to snatch it." "After a great battle, the rare treasure was obtained by the third-generation head of Changsheng Book House, Chen Changshou. However, the treasure is too valuable, and all the families in Baimang Mountain are dissatisfied and are discussing how to distribute it." "What kind of rare treasure is it?" Song Lin asked curiously. Although each of the hundreds of sects in Mangshan is not very powerful, they have occupied Mangshan for many years and their family assets can be considered rich. Now, for a rare treasure, they are actually tearing each other apart at this critical moment? Aren’t you afraid that people around the world will laugh at you? "Diyuan Changsheng Fruit, also known as the small ginseng fruit." Shi Mingguang saw that Song Lin looked puzzled, as if he had never heard of this thing, so he immediately explained: "This fruit is a unique thing under the ground of Baimang Mountain, and it has not appeared in the world for ten thousand years." "Legend has it that in ancient times, a spiritual root of heaven and earth fell from the sky and landed in Baimang Mountain." "The Earth Origin Longevity Fruit is grown from its branches that fall to the ground. Each plant bears one fruit. The fruit grows and the tree dies. Eating it can bring longevity. No matter if it is a Life Pill Master or a Dharma Immortal, they all regard it as their life." "A treasure that increases longevity?" Song Lin's eyes flashed, and he asked, "How much longer can I live if I eat the Di Yuan Longevity Fruit?" "One hundred years." Shi Mingguang said solemnly. A hundred years. To a nine-hundred-year-old Golden Body Life Pill expert, it didn't seem like much. To a three-thousand-year-old Dharma Immortal, it was better than nothing. Perhaps they would retreat for a hundred years.

But what if the person who obtains this item is an old golden statue who is 800 years old? Shi Mingguang said: "The current head of Changsheng Book House, Chen Changshou, is an old golden body who has lived for more than 800 years and is about to die. Therefore, no one dared to fight him in the battle last night. Changsheng Book House tried its best and paid a heavy price, and finally got the Diyuan Changsheng Fruit." "Exalted Immortal." "There are now three Dharma Immortals in the hundreds of sects in Mangshan. None of them are in their sects, but are traveling around the world. The people in charge are all old-generation golden-body masters. The ten strongest among them are mostly between seven and eight hundred years old." "They want a piece of the action?" Song Lin asked. "It's difficult to snatch rare treasures from the crowd of heroes. It's easy to share the profits from Changsheng Book House." Master Mingguang’s eyes are profound. "They are all wily foxes." Song Lin couldn't help but laugh. "My Lord, the sudden appearance of rare treasures in Baimang Mountain is somewhat unusual. Do we need to investigate further?" said Shi Mingguang. "It's business as usual." Song Lin still said the same thing: respond to all changes by remaining unchanged. As long as they don't move, there will be no loopholes. "Yes!" Master Mingguang immediately took his leave. After a while. Song Lin came to Hou Yuanxi's room again. "Sister." "How's it going?" Hou Yuanxi is sipping tea with an elegant posture. "Just as we expected." Song Lin repeated Master Mingguang's words one by one. Upon hearing this, Hou Yuanxi simply nodded. Then he asked, "How is the preparation for that move?" "I'm 30% sure." Song Lin's expression brightened. "I can cooperate with you, but I won't take any risks unless it's absolutely necessary."

Hou Yuanxi said. "Ah." Song Lin nodded slowly. They certainly wouldn't be unprepared. Now he is out and about, without any strong support. Hou Yuanxi, who has the highest level of cultivation, has only just entered the realm of Life Pill, and he does not dare to win against an old-time Life Pill expert. If there are many enemies, it will be even more difficult to escape unscathed. and so. Song Lin revealed his trump card - the Sword of the Little Fifth Generation. With the Ten Absolutes Golden Light as the blade, the Five Elements Sword Light as the skeleton, and borrowing the power of Hou Yuanxi's Holy Spirit Sword Technique, it forms a Three Absolutes Sword. However, this sword is still theoretical, and it is a trump card in desperate situations. October thirteenth. The fourth day of battle. "Please give me some advice, Immortal!" Ten golden body fighting realm monks from hundreds of sects in Mangshan were divided into four directions. "Everyone, be careful." Song Lin suddenly said something. Everyone was finding it strange. He took out a seven-inch flying knife, concentrated his mind and looked at the person in front of him. "..." He was a disciple from Yingyue Pavilion. The moment Song Lin stared at him, he suddenly felt as if a thorn was on his back, as if an invisible sharp edge was pressing against his heart, and his scalp went numb. "What kind of weapon is this?" In a flash of thought. call out-- The sound of breaking suddenly resounded throughout the world. Everyone's attention in Baimang Mountain was drawn to it, and they watched in amazement as a ray of golden light penetrated the void, leaving a brilliant trail. "Uh……" The disciple of Yingyue Pavilion covered his neck in confusion, with a trickle of blood flowing from his throat.

Suddenly, his eyes went dark and he fell to the ground. "Murder!" "Song Lin, we were just sparring in a friendly way, how dare you kill someone on the spot!" "problem occurs!" The scene suddenly became chaotic. The remaining nine people took a step back together, as if facing a formidable enemy. "He's not dead." Song Lin said calmly, and at the same time, a flying knife appeared in his hand again. not dead? Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Just then. The disciple of Yingyue Pavilion on the ground suddenly snorted, slowly opened his eyes, and looked around blankly, "...I, am not dead?" "Zhuang Shaoyuan, are you really not dead?" "Look, his throat wasn't pierced by the flying knife." "Could it be that the flying knife just grazed his neck and Zhuang Shaoyuan... fainted from fright?" Everyone couldn't help but gasp. What exactly is that flying knife technique? The world-famous sword-controlling technique seemed as slow as a snail in front of him. When Zhuang Shaoyuan faced the knife, he fainted because he thought he was going to die. "Flying knife skills!" Suddenly someone exclaimed: "This is a flying knife skill that is suspected to have been lost for 7,000 years! When Song Lin was still Zhou Yuan, he used this knife to cut the golden body on the Linxian Cliff, in order to shake the immortal road and reopen the immortal gate!" Wow~~ The crowd was in an uproar. Many people finally remembered a passage in "Records of Donglin Immortals". An unstoppable sword! It is said that in ancient times, the flying knife skills were invincible in the world, and they could slay immortals and exterminate demons. "Everyone, are you ready?" Song Lin smiled slightly. suddenly. Golden light burst out in his hand, and the seven-inch flying knife broke through the void and whizzed past. Pfft~~ Another blood flower bloomed.

The second female disciple from Mingduan Mountain screamed, covered her throat, her eyes widened, and suddenly her eyes rolled back and she fell straight to the ground. Bang! There was silence. The remaining eight people were stunned, their mouths opened in confusion. "Obviously..." She already knew that Song Lin would not kill anyone, so why did she still faint? gudu~ Zhuang Shaoyuan, who had just experienced that knife attack, swallowed subconsciously. He was the only one present who understood best the psychological pressure that came from bearing that knife blow head on. but. You will know soon too! Zhuang Shaoyuan looked at the other eight people with anticipation. "continue." Song Lin held a seven-inch flying knife in his hand again. His two fingers were lightly holding the handle, as if he had no momentum at all. however. Everyone was facing a formidable enemy; even the crowd watching the battle felt a sense of pressure for no reason. This knife... is it really unstoppable? huh~~ Golden light breaks through the air. thump! Another person's eyes went blank and he fell to the ground. A shallow wound on his throat indicated that he was already dead. blink. The fourth knife, the fifth knife, the sixth knife... Everyone tried their best to dodge, but it was all in vain. Seven opponents were eliminated one after another. The remaining three people finally couldn't bear the tremendous pressure anymore and turned around and jumped out of the field with expressions of devastation on their faces. "do not fight!" "We admit defeat!" "Song Shangxian, we surrender!" The crowd was silent for a while, and then they started to exclaim and talk. "What kind of swordsmanship is this! Is a flying knife more powerful than a flying sword?" "I can't see through it, not at all." "One person is a coincidence, seven people is a sure thing. I can't imagine the pressure of facing this knife." "This knife... seems to combine the extreme speed of the flying sword, the ultimate knife skills, and... there is something else that I can't describe. Anyone facing this knife dare not say that they can win easily. No, they can dodge it!" Amidst the discussion.

The arena battles on the other eight peaks also gradually came to an end. Today, not only did Song Lin change his style, but Hou Yuanxi and others also adopted a quick and decisive approach, leaving no chance to their opponents. In just one hour, all nine battles were won. Then, amid the cheers of countless people, he calmly left the stage and returned to his master's ancient house. in the afternoon. Someone from Mangshan came and presented an invitation. [On October 19, the third-generation head of Changsheng Bookstore, Chen Changshou, invited many people to a birthday banquet.] "October 19th, the birthday banquet?" Everyone leaned forward and looked at the invitation in Song Lin's hand. Birthday banquets are not common in Donglin, but they are not rare either. The life span of a strong man with a golden body is nine hundred years. Some monks who know that their immortal path has come to an end will often hold a grand birthday banquet when they are 899 years old, inviting relatives and friends, and then embark on the final journey of life. It can not only leave a legacy for future generations, but also completely resolve the cause and effect of this life. This world is doomed to fail. Therefore, a fulfilling life is very important for the afterlife. But not every golden body can live that long and die of old age. Not everyone can face life and death with an open mind. "Then why did Chen Changshou risk his life to seize the 'Earth Origin Longevity Fruit' yesterday? Why did he hold a birthday banquet?" "Is he not going to struggle?" "In the Dharma Realm, one can enjoy a life span of three thousand years. If it were you, would you give up so easily?" "It is said that Chen Changshou has been in the life pill industry for three hundred years, and a life pill has already reached perfection. If there is another hundred years, there may be a hope of breaking through the limit of heaven and man." Everyone offered their opinions. Song Lin and Hou Yuanxi looked at each other. "October 19th happens to be the last day of the sword test battle." Song Lin said. "It seems we can't refuse?" Hou Yuanxi frowned slightly. "How to do?" Song Lin asked. "go." Hou Yuanxi's voice was slightly cold.

The enemy in the dark has already shown its fangs, so there is naturally no reason for them to retreat. No matter what, if the other party was really sure, he would have used more than just this method. As a sword cultivator. If you have no worries in your heart, your sword will be invincible. Regardless of whether Chen Changshou is the opponent's pawn. If she and her fellow disciples retreat today, how can they make progress in sword practice in the future? A few moments. Everyone dispersed. Song Lin and Hou Yuanxi did not tell them about the enemy that was looming in the dark, but they were making preparations silently. at this point. They are really very similar to Han Tuizhi of that year. The moon is getting fuller. Hou Yuanxi quietly opened the door and came to the back mountain of the Shi family's ancient house. He said softly, "Uncle Tao." Quiet. The dark back mountain was silent, with only a faint aroma of wine wafting in the autumn wind. "I know you're here." Hou Yuanxi's voice was cold and clear, and he seemed to have no regard for the elders of the sect. "Hey, Hou Nuwa, you practice with your sword and I drink my wine... Why do you disturb the fun of this old drunkard?" A voice sounded from the bushes. wow~~ Hou Yuanxi waved his long sleeves. The dense grass automatically separated a path, revealing an old man lying in the weeds, reeking of alcohol. The Drunken Immortal——Tao Sanxiao. The owner of Zuixianju at Xuanfeng of Jianya is a unique person outside of the eight major sword pavilions and has a very special identity. At this time, his hair was full of weeds, like a chicken coop, and he didn't look like an immortal elder at all. Hiding in such a corner, it was no wonder that Hou Yuanxi's clear sword heart couldn't find him. "What do you think about the matter of the Demon Suppression City?" Hou Yuanxi said coldly. The two seem to be very familiar with each other. "How? Use your eyes."

Tao Sanxiao gulped down a few gulps of wine and raised his head. A pair of drunken eyes looked at the bustling world below the mountain. (End of this chapter)