Towering Wudao Mountain, reckless and dark green, the sound of the bell echoes on the top of the mountains, showing the thick heritage of this ancient giant school, the purple glow penetrates the white clouds, sprinkles on the top of the mountains, and projects on the waterfalls that flow straight down, as if hanging thousands of rainbow bridges, one bridge after another, all the way to the core mountain of the seventy mountain peaks Gongwei - Emperor Wu Peak!

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Before stepping into the Martial Emperor Peak, when she was still looking at the edge of the Martial Dao Mountain, Chen Zhiyu could not contain the excitement in her heart.

Thousands of years later, the martial arts mountain still hasn't changed much, the Taoist system still exists, and the bell is still ringing, which means that the Zhenwu Mansion has not suffered much change, which is something that Chen Zhiyu has been worried about, but fortunately, there was no accident in the sect.

A group of more than ten people came from the sky, and when they flew to a mountain peak, they attracted the attention of the people of the Zhenwu Mansion, and suddenly four figures rose from the middle of the mountain, blocking their way.

These four people are all disciples of the True Martial Mansion, and the magic weapons under their feet are different, which are four categories: hammers, guns, knives, and shields.

"Which sect do you belong to?Why do you trespass on my Zhenwu Mansion Mountain Gate?" The leader of the person is about the eighth layer of Jindan, with his feet on the barrel of a silver spear, wearing a silver-white martial robe, and wearing a silver fist badge on the left side of his chest.

The outfits of the other three people are also almost the same, they are all Jindan period monks, seeing them, Chen Zhiyu couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy in her heart, this is the dress of the four generations of disciples of the Zhenwu Mansion, once upon a time, she was also one of them.

"We are monks of the Scattered Cultivation Pavilion, and we have come to visit Emperor Wu. Ye Fan smiled and arched his hand, "Please also ask a few people to help pass it on." ”

The four of them looked at each other and exchanged glances, as if they had never heard of it, there were many sects in the Guangwu Continent, and there were as many as cow hairs, and the elders of the sect often taught them, even if they hadn't heard of it, they couldn't be lazy, the martial arts cultivated by the True Martial Mansion were not used to compete with others.

"A few of you, please report your names! Whether you can meet the head of the sect depends on your luck!" The leading silver-speared monk also clenched his fists.

"Good. Ye Fan, the master of the Lower Scattered Cultivation Pavilion, cooperated with the sect and came to visit Emperor Wu, and asked about something. Ye Fan reported his name.

"You are just waiting here, if the master is willing to see you, I will invite you!" The young man pointed to a vacant lot in the middle of the mountain, and said to the two fellow disciples beside him: "Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Yi, you stay here with the guests for a while, Senior Brother Luo, you come with me!"

"Fellow Daoists, please!" The two disciples invited Ye Fan and his party to take them down the mountain, and the Silver Spear Monk and another disciple hurriedly went to report the situation to the master.

More than 10 people landed on this mountainside, enjoying the unique scenery of Hongqiao Waterfall in Wudao Mountain, talking and laughing, and the mood was extremely comfortable.

Chen Zhiyu was a little more timid about her hometown, looking at the two disciples of the True Martial Mansion, she wanted to ask them about the situation of her master over the years, but she didn't know how to say it, so she had to wait for news anxiously.

Others look at the scenery, but Ye Fan thinks about himself, the cultivation world of the Guangwu Continent has a history of thousands of years, and the order is in good order, I don't know if the virtual realm will have such achievements after another thousand years, and whether it can also win a trace of fame in countless small worlds of cultivation......

Knock - Knock - Knock -

On the Martial Emperor Peak in the distance, there was a sudden dull crashing sound, which didn't seem to be the melodious bell just now, but a little desolate and sad.

The faces of the two True Martial Mansion disciples changed greatly, and Chen Zhiyu was also shocked, this is - someone is beating the sorrowful chime! Gather the core members of the sect!

Generally speaking, only when a particularly important event happens, all the core figures of the sect will be gathered, and this kind of thing is rare in a hundred years in the Zhenwu Mansion, and it must be a virtuous and respected figure who will do this when he dies, who is driving the crane to the west?

Those two disciples couldn't calm down, so it seemed that something must have happened to the sect! Emperor Wu would definitely not be able to take a break to receive guests.

From the seventy peaks, there were constantly figures flying, they heard the sound of sorrow, put down everything at hand, and rushed towards Emperor Wu Peak.

Among these hundreds of figures, the lowest cultivation is also Yuan Ying, and the cultivation of the corpse slashing realm is as many as dozens of people, and the terrifying momentum released really shocked Ye Fan and the others!

The foundation of the True Martial Mansion is too strong, and the strength that a sect occasionally shows by chance has steadily surpassed the sum of all the sects in the Void Realm!

These Yuan Infant and Corpse Slashing Realm masters are only part of the high-end power of the True Martial Mansion, Ye Fan believes that on the Martial Emperor Peak, there are more cultivation masters, and they are directly teleported over!

"I'm sorry everyone, I'm afraid that the master has seen you flawlessly! Please come back another day!" The silver-speared monk also returned at this time, looking hurried and a little flustered.

"Excuse me, what happened? Who is the immortal who has passed away?" Chen Zhiyu really couldn't help it, this is her teacher, can she turn a blind eye and not ask clearly?

"It's an Patriarch......" the Silverspear Monk sighed.

"Is he a man or a woman?" and what is his name?" Chen Zhiyu asked urgently, full of eagerness.

"This ......" the Silver Spear Monk was a little embarrassed, "This fellow Daoist, this is my True Martial Mansion's business, it has nothing to do with you, please go back!"

"No, I have to know, you tell me, who is he?" Chen Zhiyu felt more and more uneasy, and the uneasiness lingered in her heart, making her desperate to know the answer.

The silver-speared monk wondered why this woman had to know who the immortal died, frowned, exchanged glances with the three people around her, and finally said the person's name: "It's Le Xu Patriarch." ”

Rumble!

Chen Zhiyu only felt that it was dark in front of her, leaned forward, and almost fainted!

Ye Fan hurriedly supported her and realized something. This Lexu must be someone Chen Zhiyu knows!

"What's wrong with you?" several women around hurriedly came over to ask for warmth.

"It doesn't matter, do you want to take a break?"

Chen Zhiyu's lips trembled, grabbed Ye Fan's arm, and said in a trembling voice: "Take me to see him!

"Okay, I'll take you there!" Ye Fan didn't ask much, and agreed categorically.

"Don't trespass on Martial Emperor Peak!" An old voice came, followed by a gray-robed old man who appeared in front of everyone.

This person is already a Yuan Infant cultivator!

"Master!" the four True Martial Mansion disciples hurriedly turned around.

"Hmph, I have to break through!" Ye Fan didn't give this old man a chance to stop him, pulled Chen Zhiyu up, and teleported towards Emperor Wu Peak!

Before leaving, he left only a transmission for Shen Jiayao and the others, waiting here!

Because of the death of Le Xu's Patriarch Immortal, the masters of Martial Emperor Peak gathered, and Ye Fan and the two were mixed in, and they were immediately noticed by many True Martial Mansion masters, their breath was wrong, and they did not have identity cards, and they were not disciples of the True Martial Mansion!

"Bold! Who dares to break into the Martial Emperor Peak!" With this angry shout, a whole wall-like golden palm shadow smashed into the face, and before Ye Fan and the others could gain a firm foothold, they had already slapped!

Ye Fan immediately realized that this was a blow from the master of the Corpse Slashing Realm, and Chen Zhiyu couldn't resist it at all!

Jing Ding came out of the air, greeted this golden palm print, and the rolling true yuan poured out from Ye Fan's palm, holding Jing Ding!

The palm shadow of that wall hit Jing Ding, and the body of the Ding made an ancient and long vibration, and the sound alarmed hundreds of pairs of ears on Emperor Wu Peak, and the masters who were sitting on the ground on the platform on the top of the mountain turned around in unison!

Countless divine senses stayed on Ye Fan and the two of them, swept over, and the eyes of hundreds of Yuan Ying and Corpse Slashing Realm masters converged in one place, almost equivalent to stripping the two of them naked and placing themselves in the ice and snow!

Chen Zhiyu trembled all over, trying her best to resist this kind of coercion, she was only in the early stage of the infant, if there was no Ye Fan by her side to protect her, these divine senses alone would be enough to crush her.

After defusing this blow, Ye Fan shouted loudly: "Ye Mou, the master of the Scattered Cultivation Pavilion, brought the old people of the Zhenwu Mansion to visit, don't hurt your friends!"

With Chen Zhiyu's relationship, Ye Fan didn't want to fight with Zhenwu Mansion, not because he was afraid of them.

"Trespassing on Emperor Wu Peak, with ill intentions, how can you be allowed to deceive!" It was still the voice of the old man, this person was short-tempered, and seemed to occupy a good position in the True Martial Mansion, except for him, none of the hundreds of people intervened in this matter!

With a roar, more than ten meters away in front of Ye Fan and the others, an old man in a white robe appeared, this old man had a childish face, a ruddy face was round, not tall, but his temper was not small, he stared at Ye Fan fiercely.

Chen Zhiyu glanced at him a few times, and suddenly said with a little excitement: "You are ...... Are you Aoyama's nephew?"

The old man was stunned when he heard this, his eyes looked at Chen Zhiyu up and down, and gradually showed a look of annoyance, he was a lot old, he had lived for thousands of years, and someone dared to offend him, but he called him a nephew at a young age?

"Bastard, who are you? Dare to call the old man by his name!" Sui Qingshan shook his sleeves and snorted coldly, and pointed at Chen Zhiyu and asked.

Chen Zhiyu shook her head slightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Qingshan...... I, I am your uncle...... Do you still remember that back then, you and Wu Man's nephew were punished by your senior brother, and each of them carried 3,000 catties of boulders and ran around Dawei Mountain for seven days and seven nights?"

"What did you say!? How would you know!" Sui Qingshan was shocked, no one knew about this matter alive, how could this woman know about the events of 1,600 years ago?

A series of doubts made it difficult for Sui Qingshan to sort out the truth, and also attracted countless eyes to look here.

"Because her name is Chen Zhiyu!" Ye Fan said the answer.

One of these two people was confused, the other was emotional, like playing dumb riddles, which really made him anxious.

Chen ...... Chen Zhiyu!" When Sui Qingshan pronounced the name, he saw that Chen Zhiyu's eyes had two lines of tears!