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The main hall of Tianjian Sect.

A man dressed in white and looking majestic was sitting on a chair.

The whole person was like a sword drawn from its sheath, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

He frowned slightly, holding a jade tablet, and stared into the void.

"Master, the people are here."

Hu Feng led Wang Xiaoke into the hall and bowed respectfully.

"You step back first. I have something to say to this young friend."

"Yes, Sect Master." Hu Feng turned and left the main hall.

Wang Xiaoke looked at the middle-aged man and smiled.

"Master of Tianjian Sect, nice to meet you. I am Wang Xiaoke."

Ji Changkong slowly stood up and walked up to him with his hands behind his back.

"Fellow Daoist said it came from Piao Miao Peak. I have a question, can you answer it?"

He narrowed his eyes and his tone became less polite.

"If I'm not mistaken, this token is the identity card of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of Piaomiao Holy Land."

"The current Saint Son is Xue Wuya, but I don't know the Saint Daughter's name."

"So this token... where did you get it from?"

Wang Xiaoke was stared at by him, and felt like he was being locked by a ferocious beast.

This man in front of me who is so hard to tell the truth from the false must be at least in the Spiritual Transformation Realm...

"Since you appear in my hands, why don't you reveal your identity?"

Wang Xiaoke snorted and used his spiritual power to dissolve the pressure.

"I've been stuck in the sect for too long, and I want to come out and gain some experience."

"Just because I respect you as a senior doesn't mean you can slander me!"

"It seems that there is no need to stay in Tianjian Sect any longer."

He deliberately released his power, and the other party's expression changed.

"Half-step Nascent Soul?"

Ji Changkong saw that he looked indifferent and felt a little uneasy.

The other party looks very young and is definitely a demon.

And this token cannot be fake.

Could it be that... Piao Miao Sect has two holy sons?

Although his Tianjian Sect has some background, it does not dare to provoke the Holy Son of the Holy Land.

He didn't dare to gamble...if he gambled wrong, he might get into trouble.

Ji Changkong smiled and waved, and a chair flew over.

"Don't be angry, fellow Daoist. I was just asking casually."

"I heard you have something to discuss. Let's sit down and talk."

Wang Xiaoke nodded with a stern face and sat opposite him.

The handsome face was cold, arrogant and calm, like a deep and quiet pond without ripples.

The acting skills he learned when he was a child were now displayed wildly.

Every movement and look is worthy of being included in Beijing Film Academy textbooks.

Ji Changkong saw that he was not afraid at all and must have seen big scenes before.

He brushed his sleeves and placed two cups of tea on the table: "Fellow Daoist, please feel free to speak."

"Okay, then I'll tell you straight away." Wang Xiaoke picked up the teacup.

"I plan to establish a sect here, and I need some help from the Tianjian Sect."

"Oh? Fellow Daoist, if you already have a sect, why do you want to establish one?"

Wang Xiaoke took a sip of tea, his eyes revealing a carefree look.

"I want to build up a power, you don't need to care so much."

"I want to make a deal with you and make you an ally of my sect."

Ji Changkong was a smart man and immediately guessed his intention.

"You mean, although you are attached to my sect."

"But there is no distinction between superiors and subordinates, but an alliance relationship?"

"Then why don't you look for Qingyang Sect and Jiaoyue Sect?"

Wang Xiaoke smiled faintly: "Because I am also a sword cultivator."

The key point is that he stole the medicinal materials from the Jiaoyue Sect and the test columns from the Qingyang Sect, so he was embarrassed to come to their house.

"Since we have the honor of meeting, I will give you a gift first."

Wang Xiaoke raised his palm, and countless gray rays surged out from his palm, turning into millions of runes.

With a flip of the wrist, the runes disappeared into the void.

The surrounding space was distorted and deformed, and the scenes were gradually switched.

"This is... an illusion. Are you a formation master?"

Ji Changkong showed a hint of shock in his eyes as he looked at the surrounding environment.

I saw a man standing on a cliff, surrounded by clouds and mist.

The man pulled out the weeds on the ground and looked at the endless sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

With a seemingly careless wave, the weeds turned into a magic sword.

The wind is still and everything is silent.

Ji Changkong was feeling confused when the sea of ​​clouds above the sky split open, as if a road in the sky had been opened.

The sky and earth flickered, the sun and the moon moved...

His eyes widened, a look of shock on his face.

"Is the power of a sword so terrifying?"

When he looked back, the young man still had the weed in his hand.

The scene was switched again, this time to the endless starry sky.

A delicate and delicate boy holding a small wooden sword.

He swung at the air several times, and each time the sword light was only an inch long.

"Master, it's really difficult not to use your cultivation."

"Can you perform for me again?"

The young man in white robe looked doting and walked over to rub his head.

Ji Changkong looked at the boy and felt that he was somewhat similar to Wang Xiaoke.

"My dear disciple, just watch carefully."

The young man grasped the wooden sword, there was no spiritual energy fluctuation in his body, only overwhelming sword intent.

The wooden sword danced lightly, the sword light was bright, and the endless galaxy was turned into nothingness.

"Hiss... Can you cut through the galaxy with just the sword intent?"

Ji Changkong felt a little numb at the corners of his mouth. This man was really scary!

Even an old monster in the Mahayana realm would be destroyed completely.

The young man turned his head and looked over with an elegant smile.

"If there is a sword in my heart, everything will become a blade. Do you understand?"

Ji Changkong's ears and eyes buzzed, and he suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart.

He stood there for a long time, with a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth surging around him.

As time went on, the feeling of enlightenment grew stronger.

The artistic conception of each move kept lingering in his mind.

I vaguely feel that I need to grasp that feeling, but I just can't.

"Click——"

The illusion shattered like a mirror, and the area nearby turned into the main hall of Tianjianmen again.

Ji Changkong sighed and felt a surge of loss in his heart.

"It's a pity that we can only wait and see once."

"Thank you for the sword moves given to me by fellow Daoist. I have gained some enlightenment in my mind."

Watching the strongest person take action is a great opportunity.

He has made up his mind to go into seclusion to gain insights.

"Fellow Daoist, our sect will agree to your request."

As soon as he finished speaking, a spiritual sword and a pill fell on the table.

He frowned slightly: "Fourth-grade top-grade spiritual sword?"

"The elixir is also of the fourth grade, what do you mean, fellow Daoist?"

Wang Xiaoke grinned: "I won't let you work in vain."

"I will give you five spiritual swords and ten bottles of elixirs later as a token of my sect's sincerity."

"But you need to provide the materials."

"Five?"

Ji Changkong was stunned for a moment and was shocked by his handwriting.

"Wait, fellow Daoist wants materials, could it be that you refined this?"

"Yes... I am an alchemist and also a weapon refiner."

His heart trembled violently, and his hands were shaking as he drank tea.

What a great way to practice both alchemy and weapon. He already felt numb.

Half-step Nascent Soul, fourth-grade alchemist, fourth-grade weapon refiner.

He is definitely the unparalleled saint secretly cultivated by Piaomiao Peak.

He was skeptical at first, but now he is impressed by Xiao Ke's talent.

Wang Xiaoke chuckled and stated another purpose.

"But our sect has just been established and we need to recruit disciples."

"We are all in the same group. Can you give me some disciples?"

"???"

Ji Changkong's eyelids jumped: "What? You want my disciple?"

"No wonder you gave me the spirit sword. It turns out you were planning to take over my sect."

"Fellow Daoist, you can't poach people like this, right?"

"If this gets out, people will think that our Tianjian Sect is reselling our disciples."

"Even if I agree, the elders and disciples will not agree."

Wang Xiaoke knew he would say this, so he coughed and said.

"Well... next time I come over, you can call your disciples together."

"I'll just make a promotion, and whoever wants to go with me can give the person to me."

"Let the disciples make their own decisions, is that all right?"

Ji Changkong frowned, as if weighing the pros and cons.

After a long while, he sighed quietly, "Okay, I'll do as you say."

Wang Xiaoke nodded contentedly, and then prepared to go home.

Ji Changkong escorted him out of the hall.

"I am about to make a breakthrough. Can I borrow your precious land?"

The corners of his mouth twitched. Is this kid addicted to taking advantage of others?

"Well... Of course no problem, fellow Daoist, are you going to advance to the Nascent Soul stage?"

"There is a spiritual pond in our sect's forbidden area, which will be of great help in breakthroughs."

Wang Xiaoke held his hand and said sincerely.

"The Sect Master is indeed generous."

"Then I'll come next time. No need to see me off."

Ji Changkong watched him walk away and shook his head helplessly.

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