Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 72: Gu Qianyin
A strong wind blew in his face, ruffling Wang Chen's clothes and hair.
He put his hands behind his back and looked expressionlessly at Jun Mo who had fully unleashed his true energy. He didn't even take out the heavy black iron sword.
Everyone just looked at him standing with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, waiting for Jun Mo's thundering attack like a senior expert instructing the junior.
"What does Jiang Yu want to do?"
"He didn't even move his true strength."
"This shows that you don't take Senior Brother Jun Mo seriously at all."
The constant discussions made Jun Mo's originally handsome face deformed and distorted.
"Die!" His long sword let out a sword roar that reached the sky.
boom!
Under the overwhelming sword energy, the white mist in the square rolled like water waves and instantly separated into two sides.
Everyone saw a column of green gas rising into the sky, and a thunderous strike was right before their eyes.
"presumptuous!"
The power of the sword had not yet been released, but only a powerful shout was heard, like a heavy thunder striking on the eardrum, resounding in everyone's ears.
Many disciples with low cultivation levels covered their ears, lowered their heads in pain, and groaned.
Even Wang Chen was momentarily distracted.
The cultivation level of the person who came is too terrifying.
The straight sword energy swayed.
This loud shout actually made Jun Mo's sword force slightly unstable.
Boom! The air shook.
Everyone saw a huge handprint of true energy falling from the sky.
Wherever the handprint passes, it is like dispersing a cloud of smoke.
The sword energy condensed by Jun Mo suddenly dissipated.
Before he could even look up, the huge hand came crashing down and pinned him down tightly.
"How dare you draw your sword during the sword sacrifice ceremony!"
The man had a handsome face like a young boy, with a fair face and no beard, and long black hair, except for two strands of white hair hanging at the temples.
It gives people a feeling of being out of the world yet also being cleansed by the mundane world.
His dignified temperament, in particular, was obviously developed from being in a high position for a long time.
"It's Grandmaster Gu Qianyin."
A disciple whispered, and the messy team suddenly began to move in a hurry, and then slowly became orderly.
"Meet the Grandmaster."
The nine core disciples bowed to Gu Qianyin in unison .
"Meet the Grandmaster."
The inheritance disciples and inner and outer disciples finally reacted and bowed to Gu Qianyin in unison.
It turned out that he was Gu Qianyin, the head of Xijian Peak. Wang Chen looked at the person who came.
This name has long been well-known in the cultivation world.
Lingtian Sword Saint Gu Qianyin is one of the three great cultivators in the late foundation building stage of Qiankun Sword Sect. He does not need any examples to prove his title. The identity of a great cultivator already represents the strength and reputation of the pinnacle of the cultivation world.
In silence.
Jun Mo, lying on the ground with his limbs like a toad, looked so conspicuous and embarrassed.
Gu Qianyin's expression lightened up a little.
But still staring at Jun Mo.
"Since when did the disciples of our sect become so unruly that they dared to draw swords in front of the sect's predecessors."
"If I don't punish you, won't you attack me again in the future?!"
After being scolded by Gu Qianyin, Jun Mo's anger instantly dissipated.
"Disciple, I dare not." He shouted hurriedly, and his voice echoed loudly in the square.
At this moment, he didn't care about his face or dignity. In front of the great cultivator, he was nothing.
"I will take twenty lashes."
After saying that, he ignored Jun Mo, who instantly looked ashen.
Turn around.
Everyone was moved.
Even one whip from the Qiankun Sword Sect would cause severe injuries, breaking flesh and exposing bones. After 20 whips, even Jun Mo, who had attained Nirvana seven times, would not be able to withstand it.
"The sword sacrifice ceremony begins!" Gu Qianyin's majestic voice echoed.
Wang Chen turned his head and looked at Jun Mo, who was also looking at him with a pair of eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.
He suddenly stretched out two fingers and flicked them slightly, making a slight snapping sound.
Then he put on a smile and said in a voice that only Jun Mo could hear:
"In the blink of an eye, I will give you a palm strike and 20 lashes. No need to thank me."
Jun Mo's originally handsome face was distorted with bulging veins. At this moment, he wished he could grind Wang Chen into ashes.
However, he managed to hold back. If he caused trouble in front of Gu Qian, it would not be as simple as being whipped.
But this feeling made him feel worse than death.
The vast sky and the magnificent universe.
Press the sword to the eight extremes, and the sword steps are like walking.
…
Gu Qianyin raised his sword and chanted, leading all the disciples to offer sacrifices to the sword.
But every minute and every second was a torture for Jun Mo.
This torture lasted for an hour.
A sword-sacrificing ceremony that should have been solemn ended in a weird atmosphere.
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On top of a mountain in the Qiankun Sword Sect, there is a training ground with several stone tables and stone benches set up on the edge of the ground.
At this moment, a group of disciples gathered together and looked at Dishui Junmo, whose face was gloomy.
"ah!"
Recalling the scenes from the sword sacrifice ceremony just now, Jun Mo let out a mad roar, and the stone table under his palm instantly turned into powder.
"Jiang Yu! This cunning guy, if it wasn't for the sword sacrifice ceremony, I would have chopped him into minced meat!"
Originally, he wanted Jiang Yu to lose an adult at the sword sacrifice ceremony , but in the end, it was Jun Mo who lost an adult.
The disciples present secretly exchanged glances, but did not dare to look down on Jun Mo.
Because they know that behind Jun Mo, there is a powerful sword lineage, and also a brother who has firmly established himself as the second in the core inheritance.
“That Jiang Yu only knows how to use despicable tricks. In terms of real combat power, ten Jiang Yus cannot beat you. Brother Jun Mo, let’s find an opportunity and kill him…” Zuo Han said grimly.
Although he hadn't finished speaking, everyone knew what he meant.
Everyone was silent. It was not that they lacked confidence in killing Jiang Yu, but the death of a disciple was no small matter.
This is a major matter that concerns the sect's reputation, and the sect will certainly conduct a thorough investigation. Once the news leaks out, even the most powerful sword lineage will not be able to protect them.
Is that the end of it?
In the silence, the wind whistled in the distance.
A man with a stern face stood on a sword, with his hands behind his back, and arrived in an instant.
"Meet Senior Brother Junhou."
The disciples then saw clearly that the person coming was Jun Hou, and hurriedly greeted him.
"elder brother."
Jun Mo stood up to greet him.
"You guys retreat." Jun Hou had a cold look on his face and waved away all the disciples.
No one dared to disobey and politely left.
Watching the group of disciples flying into the air and disappearing among the clouds, Jun Hou looked towards Jun Mo.
Pop.
He slapped her in the face with his backhand.
The slap was loud and crisp, but Jun Mo didn't dare to dodge and took the slap.
"What a disgrace." Jun Hou said coldly.
"You are my brother, I admit it if you hit me, but it's not my fault. Jiang Yu humiliated me, how could I tolerate this?" Jun Mo said angrily.
"I hit you, and you still don't accept it."
"There are many ways to make someone disappear from the world, but you chose the dumbest one."
Jun Hou said angrily.
"What else can I do? Even you wouldn't dare to kill the disciples at will." Jun Mo was still unconvinced.
"You don't necessarily have to kill people yourself. When you become a core disciple, you will know how powerful the power of the core disciples is."
Jun Hou frowned, dissatisfied with his younger brother's defiance.
"Brother, help me!"
Upon hearing the title of core disciple, Jun Mo's eyes lit up.
So what if I lose face in front of the whole sect today?
Once he becomes a core disciple, the dazzling halo will be enough to swallow up these insignificant dust.
