Bai Ling'er left last night, Lord Jian went to the Wind Hall Master again, and there was no news about the steamed buns, Li Qing finished punching, his heart was already peaceful, and he walked alone in the mountains. Just after the hour, the mountain villa was already busy, and the disciples walked together, some went to practice martial arts, some went to attend classes, and some wanted to rush to other peaks to learn some skills that were not available here, and everyone had a smile on their faces. Li Qing knew and didn't know all the way, as long as he met him, he would nod slightly, looking at the smiling faces of these disciples, Li Qing's mood was also very good.

"Senior brother—, senior brother!" This title, Li Qing has often heard Bai Ling'er mention it in the past two days, it sounds like omnipotent, Li Qing is also a little curious in his heart, and when he hears this title again, he can't help but follow the prestige.

A man in white is coming from a distance, not very handsome, not tall and straight, but gentle and quiet, just one glance, it makes people happy. Li Qing's heart was a little sour for no reason, and he quickly settled down, secretly blaming himself in his heart, but he had been together for two days, how could he never forget it like this?

The man in white also saw Li Qing and was walking over with a smile.

The clouds are steaming and the clouds are steaming, and the Muwan Pavilion is located on the shore of Luoxia Lake, and the two white-clothed figures are sitting opposite each other in the pavilion, and the fragrance of tea is curling.

Li Qing came down from Mu Wan Pavilion, his heart was heavy, no matter whether what this senior brother named Gong Jiu said was true or not, he had to find Master Jian and a few younger brothers and sisters as soon as possible.

Gong Jiu looked at Li Qing's distant back, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, although he was scolded by the master today, it was nothing, and the show was about to begin.

Li Qing has been familiar with Sword Peak a lot in the past two days, not to mention that the Blood Sword Hall is in Sword Peak, how can anyone not know?

Looking at the steep mountain peak in front of him, Li Qing didn't think about it, and raised his feet and stepped forward. Li Qing had already heard of the rules of Xue Yufeng, although he didn't know how Master Jian went up, but he was afraid that he would not have any special treatment.

This mountain peak is almost straight up, Li Qing's whole person is attached to the cliff wall to climb, at first there are many plants and flowers on the cliff wall, at a glance, pleasing to the eye, Li Qing is not boring to climb.

After climbing for a while, the higher and higher I went, the fog began to appear around me, and the flowers and trees gradually became scarce, revealing pieces of mountain rocks as sharp as blades. Although these mountain rocks are sharp and steep, it is still difficult for Li Qing, using both hands and feet, the aura is surging, Li Qing's speed does not decrease at all, but goes faster and faster, looking like an ape jumping in the mountains from a distance.

Li Qing walked through the mist, his clothes were wet, and the mountain wind blew, and it was cold to the bone. Looking up again, the mountain is as straight up as a sword, and the high place is still covered by clouds and mist, as if this mountain peak is endless, piercing the sky for many years.

The surrounding fog disappeared, and there was little trace of grass and trees, except for a few strands of red grass growing tenaciously between the rocks as far as the eye could see. The grass swayed in the mountain wind, making a sword roar.

Li Qing climbed a mountain rock and stopped here for a while, he had heard many Sword Peak disciples say that this mountain peak was more than a thousand zhang high, and he didn't care too much, but it was really not easy to climb it today. I don't know how high I've climbed now, but I still can't see the top at a glance. I climbed all the way too fast, and if I went down like this, I was afraid that before I reached the peak, my aura would be exhausted.

After resting for a while, Li Qing raised his legs and climbed up, the mountain wind here was already fierce, and the temperature was much lower than that under the mountain.

"Huh-" A sound of tearing cloth sounded, if it weren't for Li Qing's strong perception, where could he hear such a slight sound in this whistling mountain wind. Li Qing stopped, checked his body, and his cuffs were cut at some point. Li Qing looked left and right, but he didn't know what was scratched, so he had to ignore it and climb up again.

"Snort-" was another sound, and this time the trouser leg was cut open again. Li Qing didn't dare to move anymore, looking around little by little, going down like this, before reaching the peak, he was already in rags, and when he was a joke, how could he have the face to meet adults?

After looking for a while, a clump of blood-colored grass came into view, growing in the stone gap beside him, swaying violently in the mountain wind, like many swords and weapons clashing together. Li Qing moved over a little, took out the dagger in his backhand, and gently flicked it towards Xiaocao, wanting to see if this thing was really so sharp.

Li Qing's dagger was given by Jian Dashou, I don't know what it was made of, it was extremely sharp, and it was extremely transparent, and under the operation of the aura, it was like an arm.

The dagger swept through the blood-colored grass, and the sound of Qingyue's metal clash sounded, and a piece of grass broke in response, tumbling and tumbling in the wind and falling down.

Li Qing could feel that although the grass was sharp, it was not as hard as a sword weapon, and he didn't care, he climbed up little by little, but he paid close attention to whether the blood-colored grass appeared around him.

After climbing up for a while, there was a slight rustling sound in the wind, and at first Li Qing thought that the grass and trees in some place were blown by the wind, but gradually realized that something was wrong. Not only did the voice get louder and louder, but it was getting closer and closer to itself, as if it were climbing like itself.

Li Qing stopped and looked down, a blood-colored color, I don't know when a lot of blood-colored grass had grown on the mountain rock under him, clumps and clusters hugged each other and swayed in the wind, and the impact sound became one after another, turning into a rustling sound, which sounded like another accusation against Li Qing's crimes.

Looking at the grass under him, Li Qing suddenly realized that these grass were all living beings, maybe his behavior was indeed a little reckless. The aura stretched slightly, swimming towards those little grasses, apologetic and self-blaming, this was the feeling that Li Qing conveyed to them. As soon as these little grasses touched Li Qing's aura, they suddenly became restless, as if they had seen a strange species, they rushed up frantically, and one by one the small grasses turned into small swords and slashed around, and the cruel killing intent was pervasive.

It was really a bit unexpected, since Li Qing got the ember wood, he had never felt such a ferocious malice in communicating with all kinds of plants and trees, could it be that there was such a vicious existence in the plants and trees that represented vitality? Li Qing hurriedly withdrew the aura, those small grasses seemed to be able to catch the aura, and they swayed and chased after each other, and the rustling sound became more and more intense, as if they were charging into battle.

Li Qing climbed upwards and looked down at him, these small grasses were surging like a red tide, all the way up, and many new members joined, coming from the surrounding mountains, and gradually surging like waves, extremely fast.

Seeing that the space for his maneuver was getting smaller and smaller, Li Qing knew that if he was caught up by these little grasses, even ten of himself would disappear. No longer caring about etiquette, the huge Gengjin wings slowly spread out from his back, and with a light fan, with the help of the mountain wind, Li Qing had already come to the air.