Cangyimen is entrenched in the southwest of Dongzhou, near the southern frontier, stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles, like a dying old dragon, curled up on the ground weakly.

Its old scales had lost their color, and even its tail was about to shake off, but Long Wei was still not gone.

Before the dragon power dispersed, those ghosts and ghosts did not dare to easily hit it with their ideas.

Therefore, Cang Yimen's life has been quite good over the years, at least, the atmosphere in the council hall has not been so solemn for nearly a hundred years.

The head of Cangyi is a thin old man, and his road name is empty. At this time, his face, which was always kind and kind, was blue, and on the table in front of him, there was a sword talisman.

Ordinary and looked no different from other sword talismans, but it made dozens of high-ranking monks in the hall feel like they were facing great enemies.

On the right side of Konghe, there was a young male cultivator with a face like a crown of jade, he was dressed in green clothes, embroidered with bamboo cultivation at the hem of his clothes, and his face was faintly arrogant.

There is an invisible undercurrent surging between the two.

Under this pressure, everyone else lowered their eyes and said nothing, trying to shrink their presence.

Finally, Konghe couldn't help it, "Senior Brother Kongqing......", as soon as he spoke, the male cultivator raised his eyes and looked at it, and his tone was categorical.

"I disagree. ”

"You ......"

"Senior brother," he suddenly got up, lowered his head, and had a backlit shadow on his face, "If it were your apprentice, would you push him out?"

"Doesn't Ling Xiao just want to compete in a few games? Promise to come, even if you lose, what can you do? Why is Senior Brother so timid?"

"Bang!", the door of the main hall was thrown shut, and in the bronze crane bowl standing at the four corners, the rootless flames jumped a few times, and it seemed to have dimmed a lot.

Sora's face was dark.

It's easy to say, does he know what will happen if he loses?!

Cangyi is in decline, if he loses to Ling Xiao this time, how can he live in the town?

Besides, in the past, Ling Xiao would still look at the face of the same Seven Sects to help one or two, and from now on, I am afraid that it will never be again.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the sword talisman on the table, and suddenly felt a little more resentful towards the master and apprentice of Kongqing. One relied on himself to be a god-transforming monk and indulged his disciples, and the other relied on his excellent talent to act recklessly.

How many messes has the sect helped them settle in the past? But what about them? They have never repented, and this time they even provoked Ling Xiao......

Thinking of the nephew who has never shown up since the accident, Kong He only felt ridiculed, he caused his own trouble, let alone solve it, he didn't even dare to apologize, he would just hide and wait for others to bear the consequences for him, such a person is known as "Cangyi's first day disciple......

Kong He sighed, closed his eyes a little tiredly, and he began to wonder, can the hope of the sect really be pinned on Qu Qianfu?

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When Gu Xizhan sighed again, she inserted the sword she had just polished back into the scabbard, and couldn't help but raise her hand and press the corner of her forehead with a faint pain, and that question appeared in her heart again - who raised Liu Huaijin into such a straightforward temperament?

Shen Qianzhi sat far away from the two of them, his expression was a little weird, as if he was smiling. The others, on the other hand, sat even farther away, and even Uncle Wushu was reluctant to come over.

Only Xie Ke was left sitting beside her.

Lowering her eyes and glancing at Liu Huaijin's face, she closed her eyes with some pain, speaking of which, didn't this girl take the path of Taoist cultivation back then? Why is it more verbose than Confucian cultivation?

She had been listening to her talk about the "rites" for half an hour.

Fortunately, at this time, Venerable Wufeng, who had not said a word all the way, finally spoke up and rescued Gu Xizhan.

He stood up and jumped on the bow of the boat, stroked his sleeve, and pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, "Be careful, all of you. ”

Wushu rose from the ground, standing above the spirit boat, some tattered clothes were pulled by the wind, as if they would go with the wind in the next moment, she brushed the hair on her face, and laughed a few times, "Pay attention, if you fly out, I won't have the time to catch you." ”

Hearing this, Liu Huaijin stopped, and Gu Xizhan also looked up at the front, her eyes flashed, she turned her head and warned Xie Ke, "Be careful, Uncle Wufeng, you have to break the void." ”

After a few more breaths, a trace of imperceptible white appeared in the void in front of him, Wu Feng drew his sword out of the sheath and slashed straight here, a breach appeared in front of everyone's eyes, but it quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Wow-", in an instant, the aura between heaven and earth stirred, the space twisted, and Gu Xizhan and the others turned pale, feeling as if they had been knocked on their souls, and they were dizzy with a sense of nausea.

"Hahaha," Wushu laughed, "I didn't throw up, it's not bad!", her laughter dispelled the nausea and cleared their minds.

"It's all good!", the sword roared, and a sword aura rose into the sky, turning into a blue sword curtain to wrap the spirit boat inside, and then, the spirit boat rushed straight towards the gap, the sword curtain collided with the black void, and there was a fierce sword intent that was constantly annihilated in the collision.

This spirit boat is the only different color in this black.

Not long after, another trace of white appeared in front of him, this time Wu Feng did not draw his sword, but directly grabbed this white silk, and with a slight pull, the void was broken.

Seeing the light of day made everyone blink uncomfortably, and Wushu sat back on the spirit boat, she shook the broken straw shoes on her feet, and tapped the rusty sword on the plank.

"Whoa-", the sword curtain was completely shattered, turned into bits and pieces of light, and floated down, and the spirit boat also stopped.

"Bell-bell-", there was a green valley in front of him, surrounded by peaks, and the stream was secluded, and before Gu Xizhan could think about what it was, he heard a long and rapid bell ring overhead.

As soon as the light flickered, countless Cangyi disciples panicked and ran around, muttering in their mouths: "Enemy attack! There is an enemy attack!"

Feeling more and more powerful aura around him, Ling Xiao and the others all pressed their swords, silent, Wu Feng snorted coldly, raised his head and said nothing, only Venerable Wu Shu laughed three times, and the sound overpowered the bell, lingering in the ears of every Cangyi disciple.

"Ling Xiao is no different, passing by Cangyi today, I specially brought the juniors in the sect to visit all the Taoist friends!"

The sun shone down on her, gilding the side of her face with a layer of gold, and the laughter seemed to startle the earth dragon, and the valley suddenly shook violently, only to return to its original state after a moment.

This change alarmed more retreats, but no matter how Cangyi's people tossed, Wushu stood calmly and idly, as if she really passed by by by accident and came to visit with her fellow disciples on a whim.

However...... Gu Xizhan lowered her eyes a little helplessly, pursed her lips slightly, and directly tore the exit in Cangyimen, so that the ghost would believe that she had come to "visit".

This uncle is really free and uninhibited.