Jiuhua Mountain has always been concerned by all walks of life, a month before the start of the apprenticeship conference, there have been a lot of immortal cultivators living at the foot of Jiuhua Mountain, the guest house at the foot of Jiuhua Mountain is full early, and even the nearby inns and houses are full, and people who come late have to find a place to sleep on their own.

On the day when the apprenticeship conference officially began, the gate of Jiuhua Mountain was opened, and the disciples of Jiuhua Mountain appeared in front of the mountain gate, announcing the start of the selection before the apprenticeship conference, and letting the immortal cultivators line up in turn for the first review.

Yang Qingyun sat on a mountain rock, with his back against Jiujiu, who was lying quietly in place, silently looking at the long line of ants at the foot of the mountain, holding an herb that was originally intended to feed Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu, who had been watching his master for a long time and hadn't seen him feed himself, scratched his paws on the stone angrily, turned around and ran in front of Jiujiu, arching into Jiujiu's warm white hair and sleeping.

Seeing the scene under the mountain, Yang Qingyun couldn't help but think of the time when he and Jiang Mingyuan first came to Jiuhua Mountain three years ago. Speaking of which, it seems that I haven't seen Jiang Mingyuan for some time, and I don't know what he has been doing recently, and I haven't seen anyone all day.

Because they were busy with the affairs of the apprenticeship conference, Uncle Nanhe and Uncle Zisu did not have time to teach Yang Qingyun any more lessons for the time being, so Yang Qingyun was idle in the past two days, but his cultivation still had to rely on killing monsters and brushing copies, and the disciples in the sect of the apprenticeship conference could not go out of the mountain at will, not to mention that he was still a young master, so he could only take two spirit beasts around the mountain now.

Yang Qingyun simply leaned his whole body on Jiujiu's body, and the nine-tailed spirit fox, who was closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, lazily raised his eyelids, snorted in his nose, and continued to close his eyes.

Between his fingers, he touched the jade pendant hanging on his waist, which was the jade pendant that Yuchi Jun had given him not long ago, representing the identity of the young master.

This jade pendant also has an effect, that is, it can directly summon the master, and the jade pendant is set up with a small but powerful teleportation formation, just like the master and apprentice summoning system of Jian San, as long as the shallow spiritual power is injected into the jade pendant, you can directly summon the person who holds the jade pendant of the head to the front directly, and vice versa, the person who holds the jade pendant of the head can also directly summon the young master through the jade pendant of the head of the guò. The only restriction is that it can only be used once in a day, and once it can be used on the same day.

Yuchijun taught him how to use this jade pendant, and said that the monster who broke into Jiuhua Mountain that day would definitely take advantage of the opening of the gate of Jiuhua Mountain this time to blend in again, although Yang Qingyun's cultivation is now soaring, but he can't be underestimated, and he must use the jade pendant to summon him as soon as he encounters danger.

Yang Qingyun naturally should be, although he is now level 95, which is equivalent to the full level of Sword Three, but he has not forgotten that this world of cultivating immortals is level 100 full level, and he has not yet figured out how many levels that person is, this world is not like in the Sword Three game, if he dies, he can go back to the camp to resurrect, in case he dies here, he is really dead, then he doesn't have to cry to death.

Therefore, it is best not to be hard with that person, and he is not so stupid to put Yuchijun as big a help without him, and it is said that after the martial arts competition, Liu Hancheng did not hesitate to return to Chunyang Palace with his apprentice group, and now it is the juncture of the apprenticeship conference, Yuchijun can't get out, he is stuffy and moldy in Jiuhua Mountain, and he actually summons Yang Qingyun to his side every day to talk hard and talk hard about all kinds of oral education, it is estimated that if he doesn't find something to do for him, he can sneak Yang Qingyun in front of him every day, and then have a friendly exchange between master and apprentice。

The team at the foot of the mountain is slowly squirming forward, everyone has a longing expression on their faces, among these people, the youngest is only eleven or twelve years old, and the oldest is only ten ** years old, at this moment they are all cautiously holding the name tag in their hands with both hands, and follow the disciples of Jiuhua Mountain who maintain order to the halfway point of the mountain.

Those Jiuhua Mountain disciples all had cold faces, silently leading the way in front, and the long line followed for a long time, and finally someone began to can't help it, and talked quietly with the people before and after.

At first, he deliberately kept his voice very low, but later saw that the disciples of Jiuhua Mountain did not reprimand them, and gradually, the conversation became louder.

"Hey, have you heard? It is said that the young head of Jiuhua Mountain is only thirteen years old this year!"

"Isn't it, I heard that it's already the Mahayana period!"

"Wow, can we see him later?"

"Of course, I'm still going to worship him as a teacher!"

"Me too, me too!"

A bunch of children were chattering happily, when they saw a cloud of black mist rushing down the mountain, and when they were about to rush in front of this group of people, they seemed to be hindered by something, and then they were suddenly pulled back several feet, and a white figure fell from the sky, blocking the group of children who had no ability to resist.

The man had his back to the group, his hair was as white as snow, neatly tied with a translucent headband on top of his head, he was dressed in snow-white clothes, his neckline and hem were wrapped in soft fox fur, a pair of gloves were in clean white gloves, and he held a long piano shining with a blue jade streamer in his hand.

The man held the piano in one hand and pushed it horizontally in front of him, raised his right hand lightly, and plucked the strings gracefully, and a light green string of light slammed towards the black mist with a loud sound.

White-haired, Changqin, this is the young master! A group of people who were extremely flustered at the beginning all watched with a pair of curious eyes as the man fought against the black mist.

This person was Yang Qingyun, who was originally basking in the sun on a stone and counting the ants under the mountain, but the nine-tailed spirit fox behind him suddenly stood up, bared out a mouth full of fangs in one direction, and let out a low warning sound in his mouth.

Yang Qingyun, who had been thrown, was about to get angry, but immediately noticed that something was wrong, and directly reached out to pick up the ball that was also thrown to the ground with a confused face, hurriedly stuffed the ball into the spirit beast bag, quickly took the green jade stream out of the backpack, and raised his hand to lay six shadows.

"Tut-tut, it's really a three-day affair that Shibei should be impressed! I didn't expect that in just a short period of time, you actually dissolved the demonic qi I left in your body, and also subdued the nine-tailed spirit fox~~~" A cold voice sounded all around, and then a thick black mist slowly appeared not far away, gradually condensing into a human form, and finally showing a real figure.

"It's you. Yang Qingyun frowned, and looked at that person with some vigilance, that person was the man in black who almost lost Yang Qingyun's life in the bamboo forest last time.

"Yes, it's me! Isn't it a surprise?" The man looked at him with a smile, a pair of eyes staring straight at Yang Qingyun's face through the mask, and said slowly: "Last time, I let you get a little life back, but I regret it for a long time This time, the whole of Jiuhua Mountain is busy with the apprenticeship conference, presumably no one will come to such a remote place, save you, right?"

Yang Qingyun raised his eyebrows, and also learned from him to grin, and said, "That's not necessarily!"

Before the words fell, the strings in his hand were plucked, and the six shadows plucked out light green strings of light towards the man in unison, and a sound range with a radius of 10 feet fell directly at the feet of the man in black.

In the few seconds when the man in black was slow, Yang Qingyun directly injected a spiritual power into the jade pendant on his waist, and the next second, he immediately switched shadows to avoid the attack of the man in black.

Yang Qingyun didn't fight him head-on, he just kept putting shadows, switching the shadow farthest away from the man in black every time, and then hung continuous damage to the man in black in the middle, throwing off the instantaneous skill, Jiang Zhuyue threw it at his feet when the sky was good, and when there was no shadow in Jiang Zhuyuetian, he would directly flatten the sand and fall into the wild goose.

It's just an instant, Yang Qingyun has almost finished handing over most of the skills in his hand, and when he was secretly screaming badly, a chilling sword intent rushed straight towards the man in black, forcing the man in black to come back to his senses to block the terrifying sword light.

Yuchijun has finally arrived, and it seems that this jade pendant is still somewhat useful.

The man in black obviously didn't expect Yuchi-kun to appear, and he was anxious and angry at the moment, almost angrily yelling: "You, you actually plotted against me! You have already designed it, haven't you?! Just wait for me to throw myself into the net!!"

"No, no, no, we didn't!" Yang Qingyun assisted Yuchijun on the side, and kindly explained for him: "I was basking in the sun well, but you yourself had to come out to trouble me, how can you blame us for calculating you!"

The black-clothed man gradually showed his defeat under Yuchijun's fierce attack, and he roared angrily at the moment, and the black qi on his body soared, forcing Yuchijun back with one palm, and directly turned into black mist and rushed down the mountain.

"It's not good, there are new disciples under the mountain!" Yuchijun frowned fiercely, and as soon as the long sword was drawn, he directly chased after it.

Yang Qingyun glanced at the long list of ants on the mountainside, and couldn't help frowning, and after finding that he had already left the battle, he directly used his great light skills to chase all the way, and even chased in front of Yuchijun.

Seeing that the black mist was about to approach the group of new disciples on a rampage, Yang Qingyun immediately plucked the strings and directly laid a dream at the foot of the black mist.

Dream Chases the Light: Long Song Internal Skill, creates a 10-foot radius vocal range at its own position, duplicates the shadow table of up to 5 hostile players for 8 seconds, and teleports them back to the shadow position when the skill is cast again during the vocal range.

The black mist rushed in front of the group of people in the blink of an eye, Yang Qingyun gestured, and once again cast a dream chasing light, and the black mist was forcibly pulled back to its previous position.

In a few seconds of the black fog's confusion, Yang Qingyun directly hung up and jumped straight over the top of the black fog, and one after another in mid-air fell steadily in front of the group of new disciples, cutting off the way of the black fog.