In the lush and dense mountain forest outside the Iron King City, there is a mountain of unknown origin about ten zhang high that fell out of thin air, smashing the beautiful mountain forest out of a sinkhole, and under the sinkhole buried the two big quicksand that had not long returned to Zhongzhou under the command of the Emperor of the Emperor League.

Luo Changfeng, who took the mountains and rivers as his primordial god, looked at the knife mountain in front of him, and was silent for a long time without speaking. It wasn't until he heard his brother's cough that he suddenly came back to his senses.

He put away his knife and turned around to support his senior brother.

"The power of your sword, even if the senior brother uses the self-sacrificing knife to improve his cultivation, he is beyond the reach of the dust. Huang Fuyi, who was supported by Luo Changfeng, stared at nothingness with his eyes and walked cautiously.

"It's the power of the Genshin. Luo Changfeng didn't hide it.

The last sword he borrowed from the power of the primordial god to be able to use it, otherwise even if he regained his cultivation, he would not be able to escape the clutches of the two seriously injured Spirit Realm powerhouses.

"Ordinary primordial gods are categorically unable to give such blatant power, junior brother, tell me the truth, is the heavenly diagram already fused with your divine sense?" Huang Fuyi said.

"Yes, the mountains and rivers of Sheji are my original gods. ”

"So much the best!"

In the endless sky, the spring thunder chasing demons and ghosts rolled down, and then the spring rain fell on the world.

The two brothers re-entered the Iron King City.

Huang Fuyi's injuries need to be recuperated.

Luo Changfeng searched for several pharmacies from south to north, invited many doctors, and finally shook his head and sighed helplessly about his senior brother's eye disease.

After holding an umbrella and sending off another doctor, Luo Changfeng was sad alone.

"It's a wound, don't bother. The senior brother quietly came behind him and said comfortingly.

The two brothers from the academy were silent with each other.

The two of them stood on the attic of the inn and looked down on the solemn and quiet royal city in the spring rain, letting the wind and rain wet their clothes.

Huangfu Yi leaned on the building to listen to the wind and rain.

Luo Changfeng looked at Jianghu Road obsessively.

In this world, it seems that there is only a moment of tranquility in front of you.

......

When the spring rain came to Mei, there was a grand event in Zhongzhou during the plum season. This grand event made countless sword cultivators in the world come to Zhongzhou at the expense of the rain and gather together.

Green plums boil wine, raccoon flowers wash swords, this is a well-known Zhongzhou proverb in the world.

This proverb says that it is a sword-washing event.

Kunlun Mountain, Zhongzhou, during the plum season, will usher in the quadrennial Huanhua Sword Washing Summit.

This is a grand meeting for the practitioners of the Xingzimen Kendo.

It is rumored in the world that there is a starfall peak among the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun, and there is a sacred Huanhua pond on the top of the starfall peak, and there are countless ancient and sharp famous swords hidden in the Huanhua pond.

These famous swords naturally belong to the Sword Pavilion alone, and they are the well-deserved sword shrines of the Sword Pavilion.

As everyone in the world knows, the sharp weapons in the world come from nothing more than two places, the Jiang family's divine soldiers, and the sword of the Sword Pavilion.

The cultivators attracted by the famous sword born in the Sword Pavilion will not be weaker than the Jiang Family's Furnace Divine Soldier.

Over the years, on the Huanhua Sword Washing Summit, no matter the eight wildernesses and the four seas, all those who cultivate the sword will gather at the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun Mountain to cook wine and wash the sword with the disciples of the Kunlun Sword Pavilion. The Sword Pavilion allows the winner to climb to the top of the Starfall Peak and be rewarded with an ancient sword from the Raccoon Pond.

Therefore, the previous Huanhua Sword Washing will attract countless cultivators, whether they practice kendo or not, they all have an attitude of eagerness to try.

The Thirteen Kings City of Zhongzhou in the Mei period was gradually crowded with people.

......

In the middle of the rainy season, a black carriage rushed down the deserted mountain road.

Raindrops fell on the muddy ground, making a dirty splash, leaving the mark of ruts on the mountain road where the carriage passed.

Luo Changfeng drove the carriage, and in the carriage was the senior brother whose eyes were destroyed.

After recuperating in the Iron King City for a while, it was not until Huang Fuyi recovered from his injuries that Luo Changfeng decided to go on the road, intending to go straight to the imperial capital.

The horse under the whip raised its front hooves, and there was a neighing in the sky, Luo Changfeng suppressed the frightened horse, and the carriage suddenly stopped halfway.

Luo Changfeng's eyes looked through the heavy rain curtain and saw three figures standing in the rain a hundred meters away.

He frowned bitterly.

The senior brother in the carriage tilted his ears.

"Is it you?" Luo Changfeng, who was in the realm of the primordial gods, was extremely sensitive in both his divine sense perception and his five senses. He looked at the three figures in the distance who were suddenly blocking the road, vigilant and a little surprised.

He knew the three men. Whether it's the bad old man, or the young man with a broken arm who seems to be in a different world, or the young man with the red hair and the sword he has fought for a short time.

He was calm.

He frowned, he just couldn't figure out why Liluo was with the stargazers.

"I haven't seen you for many days, don't come unharmed. "Lao Dao is naturally a stargazer who broke the seal in the academy to restore his memory and cultivation, one of the few saints in the world.

After hearing the voice of the stargazer, the senior brother in the carriage looked a little gloomy.

Being targeted by a saint in the realm of divine guidance is never something to be happy about, even if this saint is extremely sloppy.

Before leaving the academy, the Wuxiang Dao Sect had told Huang Fu Yi.

Although Luo Changfeng can't hide the secret of the Sheji Mountains and Rivers, it is actually not as bad as he imagined.

In the whole world, the only people who know now are the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong and the Great Yan Empire.

The Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong have been sealed for more than a year, and the Great Yan Empire is also mired in the war with the Seven Prefectures and has no time to take care of anything else.

Even if the forces of the Zhongzhou Imperial League and the Kunlun Sword Pavilion vaguely guessed about the incident in the peach blossom forest of the academy, they would not really alarm the strongest to appear.

Fear of Bodhi Ancestor is naturally one of the reasons.

In addition to this, there is another crucial factor.

After all, the Sheji Mountains and Rivers Map is only one of the complete Juntian Maps.

The mutilated Heavenly Map is not without temptation for the saint, on the contrary, using the Heavenly Map to sense each other and using Luo Changfeng as a bait, sooner or later the remaining six Heavenly Maps whose whereabouts have been unknown for a long time will resurface in the world.

In other words, those who have a mutilated heaven map will one day be implicated and brought together by fate.

Only when the seven diagrams of Juntian are combined into one can the path of the Divine Guiding Realm Saint to Zhou Tian be opened. Therefore, for the saints in the world, letting Luo Changfeng grow up is much more meaningful than being greedy for a broken catalogue.

These are all analyses of the Phaseless Dao Sect.

However, exceptions are not ruled out.

For example, the down-and-out saint in the rainstorm in front of him.

......

Luo Changfeng was very calm.

Regardless of whether the appearance of the stargazer was for the sake of the mountains and rivers on his body, he remained calm as always.

For there was a saint standing opposite.

He wouldn't be stupid enough to go into a fight with a Divine Realm Saint.

"Seniors. Luo Changfeng got out of the carriage and said. His gaze involuntarily moved away from the stargazer, and then fell on the one-armed Liluo.

He looked at his long-lost comrade.

The silver-haired Huang Fuyi also got out of the carriage.

He couldn't see the three figures in the rainstorm, but he could clearly sense that he was an old acquaintance among the three people.

The Liaoyuan Sword, which was once as famous as him, has now become a puppet next to the stargazer.