Everyone looked at everything in front of them and was a little stunned. The young man stood like a king, and the originally turbulent and roaring lake was now calm like a mirror. The boy stepped out of the island and leaned over to pick a small green flower, which was held in the palm of the boy's hand and swayed in the wind, not only did not wither, but became more delicate.

Wen Wan looked at the young man step by step, today's events were full of twists and turns, it was too unexpected, and she didn't see what was going on with Wen Wan's knowledge, but she knew that the young man in front of her had become different. Allowing the young man to feed the moth grass to Lu Wanting, the girl suddenly trembled violently, her body became hot, and wisps of black mist evaporated out of her body, and she was hit by the young man's hand and disappeared. The girl gradually calmed down, breathing slowly and long, and this time she really fell asleep. The young man and Wen Wan glanced at each other, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Wan took everyone back to the small courtyard, and then returned to the room alone to meditate, this time not only consumed a huge amount, but also gave birth to a new understanding of swordsmanship, which is really rare in Wen Wan's realm, and he didn't care about greeting everyone, so he hurriedly went to practice.

The young man did not turn around with everyone, and the young man in this battle had a good understanding of Lei Fa, and healed the girl, so he sat on top of Lei Ze, like an old monk in a fixed place, without saying a word.

Feng and Lu are both knowledgeable people, and they know that Wen Wan and the young man have a rare opportunity, so they dare not disturb. Now that the girl is no longer in the way, Feng Poge bears the criminal responsibility of the sect and can't stay for a long time, but Lu Xuanran took the girl and the girl to stay, and sat quietly in the courtyard to protect the Dharma for the two.

Snow Jade Peak is the highest peak of Sword Peak, higher than the real Sword Peak of the Sect Master, the peak is snow-capped all year round, the surrounding mountains are steep, it is difficult for birds to cross, and the Wind Breaking Song has laid a great array of blood prisons around him, no one can come without his consent, and neither can the Sect Master.

The Blood Sword Hall is located on the peak of the Snow Jade Peak, and there is no decent mountain road to reach such a steep place, and every guest or prisoner who comes to the Blood Sword Hall has to rely on their own hands and feet to climb the steep cliff of 1,764 zhang, so except for the disciples of the Blood Sword Hall, almost no one usually comes here.

Today, the Blood Sword Hall was very lively, and the dozens of disciples who were sent back by Jian Qiushan, including those who were injured and those who were not injured, were all left in the Blood Sword Hall without exception. Feng Poge brought these disciples back without asking, one person in one room, as long as they were awake, they had to write down the experience one by one, over and over again, I don't know how many times, as if it was never over. At first, many disciples thought it was just a formality, and only scribbled a few strokes. I wrote it twice, and when I saw that I had to write it again, I was a little angry and silently protested. It's just that if you don't continue to write, you won't have anything to eat, and if you're hungry for one day, two days, or three days, you'll not be able to bear it. These disciples had no doubt that if they didn't write it, this killing god would really starve themselves to death. Although those memories are shameful and painful, in order to eat and live, I have to grit my teeth and face them. The two days were full of weeping, wailing, and cursing. By the fifth day, these disciples had calmed down a lot, and what they had written was much more detailed and objective than the previous days.

In the past few days, the elders of each peak have come in turn, and these respected elders on weekdays now have to climb step by step for the sake of their disciples.

Today is the fifth day, and the masters of all the peaks in the Clear Snow Pavilion of the Blood Sword Hall have gathered together, which can be described as a group of stars shining brightly and shiningly. But Feng Poge still hasn't shown up, he's waiting, waiting for the person who should appear the most. It's time to let these usually high-spirited guys see the real situation of the sect now, if it weren't for the fact that those soldiers in Guiliu City were still iron-blooded, I am afraid that they could only count on old guys like themselves to rescue these unsuccessful disciples.

Jun Wuyi is angry and disappointed, his youngest disciple is good at everything, but he is too proud. How can there be such a good thing in the world, and there is a meritorious service sent to you for no reason? You will go, and you will come out, and you will just come out, and you will take the lead alone, and the more you think about it, the more angry you become.

Angry, Jun Wuyi still can't rest assured, although this kid is proud, but among the seventeen personal disciples in his peak, he is the only one who can reassure him. The son is spoiled by himself, and he flies all day long, and he has nothing to do, and it is better for him to be here, and if he is not there one day, who else can protect him?

got the news from the Blood Sword Hall that Yu Baixia had been rescued, but he was stimulated and his mind was a little chaotic. Jun Wuyi knew that he had a lot of dislike with Feng Poge, and they both looked down on each other, but Feng Poge had always done things right, not people, he didn't think that Feng Poge was deliberately humiliating himself, but if he taught himself to climb up to the Blood Sword Hall step by step to lead people, Jun Wuyi still had some courage, and there were too many people waiting to see his jokes in this Jian Feng.

After enduring it for a few days, there was no news from the Blood Sword Hall, and in the past few days, people have been going to climb the Snow Jade Peak, and Jun Wuyi finally couldn't sit still.

Looking at the majestic and solemn tall building in front of him, Jun Wuyi stood quietly for a long time before he walked up slowly.

Seven seven forty-nine steps, seven seven forty-nine blood-colored long swords hung upside down, as if they would stab down at any time, there was no other way to enter the Blood Sword Hall. Jun Wuyi walked on the steps step by step, how many years had he not been so close to him by other sword weapons? Even Jun Wuyi was hanging on his head by these blood-colored long swords, and his heart was a little uneasy.

Ascending the steps, pushing open the two bronze gates, the noon sun shone into the dark hall, pulling Jun Wuyi's shadow long, and the footsteps echoed repeatedly in the empty hall, knocking on Jun Wuyi's heart.

At the end of the main hall, a cluster of huge flames suddenly lit up, which was the flame spewed out of the mouth of the pig, and the bronze headlamps were lit everywhere, and there were more than a dozen old men sitting behind a dozen cases, and at this time, they looked at Jun Wuyi together, and Jun Wuyi only felt a hot pain on his face.

Qiang Zi stabilized his mind, Jun Wuyi nodded to the senior brothers with an expressionless face, and slowly walked to the side of the desk and sat down.

"Ladies and gentlemen," there was an additional figure on the tall main seat at some point, cold-blooded and slaughtering, it was Feng Poge, "Through the investigation of the past few days, it has been roughly clear that in front of you is the statements of the disciples of each peak, you can take a look." The cold voice of the Wind Breaking Song echoed in the temple.

"How is this possible, Xiao Si, this kid is usually the bravest, how could he abandon his companions and escape alone?Wind Hall Master, are you Blood Sword Hall mistaken?" A white-haired old man shouted with wide eyes as if he had seen something incredible.

"Who said it wasn't? Sissi, this kid is very smart, and his cultivation is also one of the best in Miaoyun Peak, how can he behave so badly, even one or two monsters can't resist it, and he is even more scared to cry? This is really too funny. The old woman in Tsing Yi echoed.

For a while, the voices of doubt in the main hall came and went, almost all of them were accusing the Blood Sword Hall, as if Feng Poge was the culprit who harmed the disciples.

Feng Poge let everyone shout, but never said a word, and after a while, the old man who looked at the left opened his mouth and asked, "Why didn't Senior Brother Mingyue say a word?"

"Wuchenzi is a calm child by nature, and he usually doesn't talk much, but he is very responsible. Looking at the statements of the two children of Luo Jian and Shui Yue, except for the three of them and the daughter of the city lord of Lu, all the others in the team led by Wuchenzi died in the hands of the monster, but even these two children did not see why Wuchenzi was injured and was captured. This matter is quite strange, according to the old man, it is better to wait for Wuchenzi to wake up and see what he says. The old man in the moon-white robe pondered for a moment before he spoke word by word.

"Where's Senior Brother Jun?" Feng Poge turned his gaze to Jun Wuyi again.

"Hey-" Jun Wuyi sighed lightly, although he didn't have a good impression of Feng Poge, and always felt that this person was cold and stereotyped, but today, the crowd in the main hall was surging and opened their mouths to accuse, but Jun Wuyi didn't agree, "I skimmed the statements of the disciples of each peak, thinking that in the past few days, the disciples in the Blood Sword Hall have gradually calmed down, and what Chen Shu said is also quite pertinent, for this alone, the sect has to thank Senior Brother Feng." If it weren't for Senior Brother Feng's bothering, these disciples would only be afraid that they would still be looking for all kinds of excuses for themselves in their hearts, and would not face up to the reality, if so, those dead soldiers and fellow disciples would only be afraid that they would really lose their lives in vain. ”

The people who were gossiping about Feng Poge listened to Jun Wuyi's words, and they all fell silent for a while. Some people wondered in their hearts, these two people looked down on each other the most on weekdays, why did this Jun Wuyi change his temperament and help the killing god to talk? Some people sneered, thinking that what you said is good, on weekdays, Yu Baixia's eyes are above the top, and how many people have been seen by the disciples of the entire sect? Now they are the most unlucky, and they are so frightened that they are stupid, and they can't find a second one among these hundred and ten disciples. Others sat down slowly, bowing their heads thoughtfully.

"Although my disciple is a little arrogant, but his heart is not bad, and his ability is reasonable, this time he is even more alone and dangerous, and he has not seen anything, but in my opinion, what he has not seen is a bad thing, if he can pass this level and calm down to practice swords, the way of the sword will inevitably go to the next level, if he can't break through," Jun Wuyi was silent for a long time before slowly saying, "That is also his own fate, Tie Jian Feng raised him." ”

On weekdays, everyone thinks that Jun Wuyi is the most mean and unkind, and they don't want to say such reasonable and responsible words today, they are all a little surprised, and the hall suddenly fell silent.

"Senior brothers, junior brothers are worried about the younger generations, how can Feng not know? But now the imperial court is pressing step by step, and Shan Rong is watching from the side, although there are still many doubts about this incident, but if our sword peak can't change, if something really happens one day, these disciples have never experienced wind and rain, and they are arrogant, and when they lose the protection of the sect, how can they survive in this treacherous rivers and lakes?" Feng Poge's voice was cold, but every word was emotional.

This time, no one refuted, Feng Poge knew that Shen Zhen was not a one-day problem, and it was tantamount to a fool's dream to change these people by relying on a conversation, but he still had to say that at least the wound under this gorgeous shirt would be bloody and teared to everyone to see.