Chapter 684: 684
If Zhang Ruochen had heard the middle-aged priest address the burly man, he would have been extremely astonished
Tianjiao?
Could this brawny man really be Gao Tianjiao, the first of the Yin and Yang Sect's four beauties?
Could anyone tell she was a beauty?
No way .
There was no way anyone could even tell she was a woman .
Zhang Ruochen's attention was completely focused on his sword techniques . He was no longer aware of his surroundings or even himself . He was unaware that the priest had arrived .
Gao Tianjiao saluted the priest with hands folded . Her eyes turned once more to Zhang Ruochen, who was displaying his sword moves .
She gave him a look of admiration . "Senior Brother Zhou, this is Lin Yue . He's a disciple of the Long-living Yard . His comprehension ability and perseverance surpass everyone's I've seen . "
"An outstanding genius in the Tao of the sword has emerged on the eve of the Sword Technique Conference . It is our greatest honor . "
The Taoist priest was Zhou Ping . He was Gai Tianjiao's senior brother apprentice and the seventh disciple of the Moon-burier Sword Saint, one of the Three Great Sword Saints of the Eastern Region .
Gao Tianjiao was also one of Moon-burier Sword Saint's personal disciples . She was his ninth .
Zhou Ping carefully observed Zhang Ruochen's sword techniques . His deep-set eyes shone with extraordinary brilliance . "He is indeed a highly gifted sword practitioner . He must have reached the Advanced Stage of the Heart Integrated into Sword . If only he had made his appearance three years ago!"
"It's true, he turned up a little late . And there's less than half a year until the Sword Technique Conference . Even if we try our best to nurture him, he can only master the ten levels of Sword One to the Completion . He still wouldn't be able to match the sword heroes nurtured by the Four Symbols Sect, Bagua Sect, or the Taiji Sect headquarters . "
Worry clouded Gao Tianjiao's eyes .
Zhou Ping sighed lightly, tapping the terra cotta teapot with his knuckle . His eyes gleamed with keenness . "So long as we try our best, it's good enough . It would be great if we could keep the Sword Pavilion . If not, we can try again in a century . "
Although Zhou Ping said this quite nonchalantly, Gao Tianjiao could hear he was unwilling to give up .
No sword practitioner from the Yin and Yang Sect would take this lying down .
The Sword Pavilion had at one time been situated at the Taiji Sect headquarters . 500 years ago, senior warriors from the Yin and Yang Sect had managed to win the Sword Pavilion thanks to an outstanding display of power during a Sword Technique Conference . They defeated the headquarters, the Four Symbols Sect and Bagua Sect in the process .
If the Sword Pavilion was to be lost at their hands, how could they face the past heroes of their Suzerain?
Suddenly, Zhou Ping expressed slight surprise and his eyes shone with fervor . "The lad's Sword Comprehension is getting more and more powerful . Even with the help of the Holy Spring, he couldn't have progressed so fast . "
Gao Tianjiao noticed this too and she made a daring supposition . "They say that he managed to earn three Sword Comprehensions from our Patriarchs during the coronation ceremony . "
"Is he using the Sword Comprehensions and the Holy Spring to try to complete all tens levels of Sword One?"
"If that's true, then . . . "
Zhou Ping and Gao Tianjiao looked at each other, their faces flushing with joy .
If Lin Yue could complete all ten levels of Sword One, he would be the Yin and Yang Sect's ray of light .
Zhou Ruochen had already drunk eight gourds of Holy Water . His Sword Comprehension was growing rapidly . It was now several times faster than the normal rate, imploding inside him every instant .
Zhang Ruochen drank his ninth gourd of Holy Water and was soon engulfed in a dazzling body of kaleidoscopic light .
However, the sword techniques he displayed had become slower .
A closer look revealed a strange phenomenon .
Everyone could see his sword moves clearly, but no one could predict his next move .
In the time it took to inhale and exhale one breath, Zhang Ruochen had only displayed a single sword move . He was agonizingly slow . One had to wonder if such a slow move could even harm an opponent .
Sometimes, he would stop and stand still, looking dazed and somewhat confused .
An entire day and night passed . The speed with which he executed his sword moves became slower and slower . It later took him more than ten breaths to execute a single move .
Zhou Ping's expression was solemn . He stroked his beard . "He's on the verge of breaking through but has met a bottleneck . Go and attack him, Tianjiao . You may well be helping him out . "
"Very well . "
Gao Tianjiao stretched out her left hand . A fire ball appeared on her palm .
Slowly, a golden Holy Sword materialized in the center of the fire ball .
The golden Holy Sword was cast out of golden crow dark steel . It merged into Gao Tianjiao's left arm, making it more resilient than a Holy Weapon .
The golden Holy Sword was like a whip with a sharp tip . Its blade, however, resembled a stick of bamboo .
"Swoosh!"
The golden Holy Sword was exposed to the air . It gave off a scorching heat . The temperature of the air soared to several times its original temperature . One could sense minute changes around .
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