Most Conceited War God

Ling Jian muttered to himself as the wariness in his heart grew even stronger.    

"Fourth Saint, Sixth Saint, hateful, or else even peace and harmony tricked me back then. Or else, the fourth saint and the sixth saint are the same person …"    

Ling Jian guessed boldly, but felt that the possibility of the latter being true was very small. He had a strong intuition that this body had beaten up the Fourth Saint, and the Fourth Saint had purposely said that he was the Sixth Saint's son …    

"The Fourth Holy Son had once called himself the Sixth Holy Son. Then, what about the Sixth Holy Maiden, Lian Qian Ning? Or could it be that the Sixth Holy Maiden was the identity she pretended to be? "    

"Forget it. These two people are suspicious. They are important targets. I must pay special attention to these two people in this sect's domain."    

Ling Jian muttered in his heart, and secretly gave himself a precaution.    

Swish!    

Standing on the sword Qi, Ling Jian stomped on the illusionary sword Qi. The sword Qi vibrated and produced a humming sound. It pierced through the air and entered his eardrums before soaring into the sky, heading towards the mountains of the Qing-Yun Sect.    

"It should be calming down by now, right?"    

No one would have thought that entering the Cloud Sky Mountain Range this time would be so thrilling, especially when on the way back, he had actually met the Ten Thousand Lightning Sect's Ninth Heavenly Layer Elder Hua.    

To a certain extent, this level of powerhouse was not something that Ling Jian could compare with right now. In fact, he couldn't even run away. After all, he had experienced the speed of the Black Winged Dragon before.    

Unfortunately, this old man was just too confident in himself. Perhaps, in his opinion, his undefeated Soul Search skill could crush any enemy, but he never would have thought that Ling Jian's eye of darkness was actually above his.    

"This old man, if it weren't for my Eye of Darkness, I'm afraid he would be in trouble today. Even if he managed to escape, he would be hunted down by Old man Hua. By then, the Qing-Yun Sect would be implicated as well."    

Ling Jian still had some lingering fear in his heart. He might not have much feelings for the Qing-Yun Sect, but his Third Uncle Luo Tianyan was someone he loved from the bottom of his heart, and he did not want anything to happen to him.    

As his thoughts flew, Ling Jian could feel the pleasure of flying. The surrounding white clouds moved as if they were in a movie. Very soon, the terrain of the Green Cloud Mountain range appeared in his line of sight.    

Looking down at the Green Cloud Mountain from high up in the sky was the first time this had caused Ling Jian to be stunned. Immediately, he began to cry and laugh.    

Although the terrain of the Qingyun Mountain could not be considered as a high mountain, the degree of the danger still gave people quite an imposing feeling. Wave after wave of ripples spread out from the periphery of the mountain, and there seemed to be many flying swords flying across the ripples.    

A sharp ripple spread out from this half of the sky. Even Ling Jian, who was still quite a distance away from the Green Cloud Mountain, could feel the piercing pain that was emitted from both of his eyes when he looked at that spot …    

"This is …"    

"Could it be … the Three Thousand Swords Formation?"    

Ling Jian was puzzled, but soon after, his eyes lit up. He seemed to have thought of something, and his gaze suddenly swept towards the sky. A piercing pain came once again, engulfing his heart.    

"What strong energy waves …"    

Ling Jian's heart was filled with shock and excitement. Could it be that when he went to the Cloud Sky Mountain Range, third uncle had already sent someone to prepare the materials for the Three Thousand Swords Formation, and the formation was now completely in place?    

Previously, when he was in a confrontation with the Three Holy Sons of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect and Old Yin of the Small World Sect, the reason why he brought out the Three Thousand Swords Formation was to intimidate these people. Although these people were all dead now, the importance of the Three Thousand Swords Formation to the Qing-Yun Sect was obvious.    

He had originally thought that the three thousand sword formations hadn't been completed, but he hadn't expected that they would be completed so quickly.    

"I don't believe that I can't even see through a sword formation."    

Although the scene in front of his eyes was the ripples from the three thousand sword formations, Ling Jian could still feel that there seemed to be something missing within the sword formations.    

Adding on the obstruction from before, it made Ling Jian's heart tighten. Thus, he slowly descended to the ground.    

"This time, I don't believe that I can't even see through a sword array!"    

Ling Jian landed on the ground and his eyes lit up. Immediately, a sharp sword aura blossomed from his eyes. Within his sea of consciousness, the sword aura spread to the corners of his eyes as his eyes swept outwards.    

Boom!    

The instant his eyes swept across the area, a violent tremor suddenly occurred in the sky half of the Qingyun Mountain. The sword formation in the sky seemed to have received some kind of summoning as it shook in succession, a series of ripples spreading down from the sky half a sky above the mountain.    

Thus, a magnificent scene appeared. Half a sky away, there were more than a thousand swords of varying shapes and sizes lined up neatly like an army, emitting a powerful and sharp wave …     

"My senses aren't wrong. There are only fifteen hundred of them."    

Sweeping the sword array with his gaze, Ling Jian was able to see the number of sword formations. However, his heart was shocked. Even if there were only half of the sword formations, even if they could only display a normal amount of power, they could not be underestimated.    

A thousand or so sharp swords, as if they had a thousand eyes, swept across the area with their sharp eyes, as if they could identify Ling Jian. Suddenly, the arrangement of the sharp swords spread out, and ripples appeared in the air in the blink of an eye.    

Sou sou!    

The disturbance that was being transmitted from the Green Cloud Mountain instantly caused a commotion among some of the disciples within the Green Cloud Mountain. After which, they saw several rays of light shooting towards where Ling Jian was.    

"Who dares to peep at my Qingyun Mountain?"    

"Our Qing-Yun Sect is not that easy to provoke!"    

Seven or eight Qing Yun disciples of the fourth level of the Martial Dao shot over from the distance like a sandstorm, raising a cloud of dust with an awe-inspiring aura.    

"It's me, Young Sect Master."    

With Ling Jian's loud shout, the berserk aura emitted by the bodies of the seven to eight disciples were immediately calmed down. The sandstorm behind them also gradually receded. In the end, seven to eight disciples appeared ten feet away from Ling Jian.    

"Young Sect Master!"    

"It really is Young Sect Master!"    

"Young Sect Master, you've returned. This is great!"    

"..."    

Ling Jian's gaze swept across the disciples one by one, before nodding his head in satisfaction. Just from the scene just now, it had made Ling Jian feel a lot more gratified. It seemed that the Qing-Yun Sect had changed a lot compared to before.