The mountain roads are rugged, even in many modern scenic spots.

At that tricky corner, at this moment, no one in front turned back, and no one turned around in the back, so Fang Lei took advantage of such a kung fu and rushed there at a lightning speed.

After taking a deep breath, Fang Ti suppressed the instinctive reaction of his body that exploded instantly, and walked leisurely towards the mountain with a leisurely expression.

At this time, there were already tourists passing around the corner behind him, and they could just see Fang Lei's back with the sword on his back.

The white clothes are like snow, and there seems to be a faint light floating. The slender figure and trance are works of art that God has poured his heart and soul into.

Such an image of clothes, even the mere back can cause the surprise of many travelers on the stone staircase behind.

Fang Ti's stardust image is too extraordinary, it is a more and more perfect figure under the evolution of divine power, with the temperament of the gods themselves, and the white clothes sewn by Fang Ti's pure heart.

At this moment, Fang is tired, and the whole person is like an immortal who came out of the picture scroll, and he can't do it if he doesn't want to be dazzling.

"My God, there are also Hanfu lovers here, this figure is too good, right?"

The closest to Fang Lei was a pair of young people, and at this moment, the girl was looking at Fang Lei's back with a surprised expression, and her eyes were full of little stars.

By her side, I don't know if it's a boyfriend or a spare tire, looking at Fang Ti's back, there is envy in her eyes, but she still said sourly:

"Hmph, I think it's just a grandstander, just come to the Dao Sect Festival to rub the heat. The back is good-looking, it's the clothes are good-looking, and the front face may be the back killer. ”

As a god, Fang Lei's ears and eyes were clear, he heard the conversation behind him clearly, and after hearing the words, he suddenly turned his head, and looked into the distance along the mountain road with a long and clear gaze.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation! This is the immortal who came out of the painting! How can it be so good-looking! Whose handsome boy is it?

Probably...... The best interpretation of the word beautiful boy is on him, right?

Because of Fang Ti's temperament and appearance at this moment, in such a simple action, everyone suddenly stopped subconsciously with a surprised face, for fear of destroying this painting-like scenery.

Fang Lei glanced indifferently at the people who had stopped, the corners of his mouth rose, he smiled, ignored the surprised eyes around him, and walked up the stone stairs freely and quickly!

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Sanqing Palace is located in the north of Yujing Peak, on the turtle back stone of Shaohua Mountain.

The terrain is high and cool, with the back south facing north, with a total construction area of 518 square meters and an area of 2,300 square meters around. In the middle of the main hall, the shrine enshrines three statues of Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun, Shangqing Lingbao Daojun, and Taiqing Taishang Laojun.

Legend has it that the Sanqing Palace was built by Song Wanglin, and during the Ming Jingtai period, Wang Hu rebuilt the Sanqing Palace, two corridors, the back pavilion, the gatehouse, the tablet and the holy statue at the former site of his ancestor Sanqingguan, and invited the Quanzhen Taoist Zhan Biyun to live in the mountain to govern the temple.

Since then, Sanqingshan has been known as the "unparalleled blessed land" of Taoism.

The so-called Daomen Dharma is carried out in such a blessed place of Daomen, and the corresponding facilities have already been built outside the Sanqing Palace through the efforts of the staff and members of the Daomen.

Even if a large number of tourists linger here, the huge treasure does not seem crowded at all.

The TV station in the provincial capital left first after filming the scene, after all, the things broadcast on the provincial capital are mainly based on political correctness and real-time hot spots.

In contrast, the local TV station in the city where Sanqingshan is located attaches great importance to this, and specially arranges a group of personnel to interview those Taoist heads and tourists.

As a well-informed TV station worker, in fact, whether it is a reporter or a cameraman at the scene, he doesn't really believe much in Daomen or anything in his heart.

As the eyes of the media, they have participated in many decryption activities, and those miraculous things that are passed down among the people have all been proven to be phenomena that can be explained by science.

And among the old-timers of these Dao Sects, they have never seen any old-timers who have the ability to have magical spells.

But there is no way, the Sanqingshan Daomen Festival is directly linked to the city's tourism income, and to put it mildly, it is the GDP of a city.

No matter what the origin of these Daomen people is, as reporters of the urban TV station, they have to promote Daomen and Sanqingshan in a positive way for the sake of political correctness.

Today's Daomen, Daowu is not separated, especially under the influence of Jin Yong and Xiangjiang's film and television works, many sects have become martial arts factions in the hearts of many people.

The Wudang faction that knows Taiji, the Maoshan faction that can draw talismans, and the Kongtong faction that knows how to punch the seven wounds......

When such a sect comes together, it is inevitable to compete on the same stage.

The young Daomen disciples performed their own sect mastery in the built ring, while below were the elders of the various sects speaking a lot of lofty martial arts words with their faces unfathomable.

This kind of Dao Door Puja is lively, and it looks like that.

But that's for tourists, and for the TV station staff, who don't even know where to start for a while.

And at this time, a riot attracted everyone's attention.

The commotion attracted everyone's attention, and they subconsciously looked in the direction from which the sound came, the stone staircase up the mountain.

I saw a young man in white like an immortal in the painting, strolling towards the mountain.

The young man had red lips and white teeth, was handsome, and carried a sword wrapped in white cloth behind his back. Such a look, compared to those young disciples of the Daomen, is really one in the sky and the other on the ground.

With such an image and temperament, combined with the atmosphere created by the Shangdao Puja, it is no wonder that tourists will exclaim.

"Hey, which junior is this little doll? ”

On the edge of the ring, an old man of the sect stroked his beard, looked at the stardust with red lips and white teeth, and his face showed a look of surprise and a little relief.

At first glance, I don't know that I think this famous house is a love for the younger generation.

In the midst of everyone's gaze, Xingchen suddenly paused, and looked at the sword-dancing Dao disciple in the ring, with a simple look of joy on his face.

The next moment, with a slight touch under his feet, the whole person jumped high like a wild goose, and then his body was like a fluttering goose feather, fluttering towards the ring.

"Damn!!" Everyone was stunned, stunned by Stardust's otherworldly means.

You know, this is the Sanqing Palace, it's an open-air puja! It's impossible for any special effects to hide from everyone's eyes in front of everyone's eyes!

The handsome young man crossed into the void, frightening those Dao disciples to retreat one after another.

And the seniors and sect leaders on the chair also stood up in unison, with a look of horror on their faces.

"Light work! That's light work!"

The old man, who looked like a senior master a moment ago, couldn't hold back his aura at the moment, and with a shake of his hand, his already sparse beard was directly ripped off by him several times.

But he looked unaware, looking at the young man who was in the void, his face flushed, and he exclaimed.

Falling lightly on the ring, Fang Lei, who turned into stardust, calmly glanced at the audience.

Looking at the excited and shocked tourists, a faint look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Then, he shifted his gaze slightly, looking at those Daomen seniors with shocked faces.

Stardust bowed slightly, his voice was like a clear spring, and he said:

"Fellow believers, seniors...... I am the Tianhe Sword Sect's contemporary world walking - Stardust!"

"Today, I am specially ordered by the master to go down the mountain and enter the world to practice!"

Stardust paused, and a look of joy appeared to anyone who seemed extremely simple:

"Today, I have to know that the door is in this way, Xingchen yearns for it, and I come to visit, and I hope that you colleagues will give advice. ”

As he spoke, Fang Ti quietly operated the divine power in his body, and the power of the green dragon surged in his body, and in an instant, the dragon's majesty was domineering!

In an instant, under the majesty of the green dragon, Fang Ti's aura changed greatly!

In a trance, everyone felt that the young man in the ring seemed to have turned into a terrifying existence looking down on the common people in an instant!

Under the dragon's might, everyone only felt that the beating of their hearts suddenly slowed down by half a beat, as if they were being targeted by a top predator, and their blood was almost coagulated.

Long Wei made Fang Lei, who had turned into stardust, an absolute public eye! In front of everyone's eyes, Fang Lei suddenly pinched the sword trick in his hand, and the buzzing sword groan resounded throughout the entire Sanqing Palace!

"Cold star, get out of the sheath!" Fang Lei snorted softly, overshadowing the sound of the sword in the sky.

Suddenly, a dazzling starlight bloomed behind Fang Ti's back, shattering the circle of white cloth, revealing the Cold Star Sword shrouded in divine power.

The sword light is cold, and the stars are dazzling.

In front of the Sanqing Palace, in front of everyone's eyes, Newton's coffin board shook, and the Cold Star Sword rose to the sky in the starlight, suspended above Fang Lei's head, and the sword aura was awe-inspiring.

Everyone was stunned, the white-clothed boy and the hanging divine sword seemed to have become the only center of the world at this moment, and the towering Sanqing Mountain had become a supporting role at this moment.

"Dao...... The Tao is manifested...... "This is the collective voice of the people in the Daomen."

But that's not all!

Facing the sword suspended in the sky, the young man with red lips and white teeth looked indifferent, his eyelids raised slightly, his right hand and his side were weakly grasped, and he said in a deep voice:

"Here comes the sword!"

Suddenly, the flying sword attacked, and the sword light fell like a star!

Under the sword light of the falling stars, the young man's expression was indifferent, like the sword immortal who killed people and was thousands of miles away!