Belch......

It doesn't seem right, she doesn't have a sword until now.

Therefore, it should be about life.

Seeing the sorrow, he couldn't help but become depressed, and he held back for a long time before he said: "I was also a genius who was responsible for building the foundation on the thirteenth day of the Heavenly Disk, this ...... The cultivation speed shouldn't be slow, right? So it is reasonable to be ranked the hundredth?"

“……”

His eyes widened, and Yu Shan Xing stared straight at the sorrow.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the sorrow, my heart jumped, and I thought that I had exposed something.

Unexpectedly, Yu Shan Xing shook his head and sighed: "The Sect Master still thinks that you are a clever person, and this master of Yashan is the one who is actually difficult to deserve under the reputation of this Sect Master." Have you ever heard of her deeds? It seems that she defeated a little minion of the Candle-cutting Sect during the foundation building period? What other outrageous legs? I heard that she was still in the Batu Caves not long ago, and she hasn't been out for two years, so I don't know if she has confessed to it. Alas, these are all rumors, but are there any actual results?

Jiang Wenchao has not asked about the world in the past few years of cultivation, and he knows very few things, not to mention the two geniuses of Kunwu Yashan, which he only heard on the road recently.

Therefore, when Yu Shan Xing asked this, he could only look at the sorrow.

At this moment, the sorrow was completely chosen.

Performance?

Of course, there are still achievements.

For example, with Zhou Chengjiang, with Qi Shaofeng, killing the Red Small World, and the Black Wind Cave......

But can it be said?

So......

After holding it for a long time, she suddenly looked up at Yu Shanxing, and said in an extremely affirmative and appreciative tone: "The sect master is right, this person is actually difficult to live up to under his reputation, and he must be ranked in the hundred because he is too beautiful!"

Don't tell her what it is, she doesn't have it.

Jiang Wenchao couldn't help but glance at him strangely.

This is a bit strange.

Yushan Xing didn't notice it, and when he heard it, he actually echoed himself, not to mention how happy he was.

He held the small book in his hand and slapped his palm: "That's it, you are finally standing with this sect master! Two fellow Daoists, we don't rely on our faces to eat, we will definitely be able to get ahead in the future!"

"Rumors...... Yashan is a sect that eats by face?"

Seeing sorrow, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"That's right, anyway, most of the monks who came out of Yashan are very good-looking, and they ...... I always feel that the temperament is different. Yu Shan Xing looked like "I have seen many Yashan monks who are very familiar with this", "Anyway, several disciples under the seat of Yashan Fudao Mountain were all ranked first, the second disciple Qu Zhengfeng, the third disciple Kou Qianzhi, the fourth disciple Shen Qi, the fifth disciple Bai Yin, the sixth disciple Chen Weishan, the seventh disciple Yu Zhifei and the eighth disciple Jiang He, without exception!"

Except for the fifth junior brother Bai Yin and the seventh junior brother Yu Zhifei, who have been practicing outside for a long time and have not returned, several other people have seen sorrows, and if you think about it carefully, they are indeed dignified......

But......

Is it because of the face?

She still didn't believe it.

Seeing sorrow, he couldn't help but ask: "These people are all ranked first, what is the result?"

"The result?" Yu Shan Xing thought about it carefully, and said, "Qu Zhengfeng was more than 700 years ago, and when he participated in the small meeting, he was in the middle of the Yuan Infant, and he overwhelmed Kunwu Zhao Zhuo, and he fought a big battle, and finally took the stage alone......;

Yushan Xing actually remembered it very clearly, and counted them one by one.

The fourth disciple Shen blamed, after a vicious battle, he was unfortunately defeated by the hands of Jiangliu Sword Yi Yue He, and I heard that Yue He was beaten by a mysterious person after the left three thousand small meetings;

The fifth disciple Bai Yin defeated the genius Wang of the new generation of Kunwu at that time, cut off the banner and ascended to the one-person stage;

The sixth disciple Chen Weishan, because he wasted time talking to himself and was kind-hearted, was defeated by Jiang Hanzheng, a genius from Shenling of the middle sect of the Middle Domain, and that night, Jiang Hanzheng was beaten by a mysterious person and lost two teeth.

The seventh disciple Yu Zhifei, a "I am a sword", was seriously injured, and knocked the ninth true disciple Cui 13 and the tenth true disciple Jin Feng under the Hengxu real person seat into the ring, and also appeared on the stage alone. That night, Cui Shisan and Jin Feng were also beaten by the mysterious man and couldn't get out of bed for three days.

"Here, only the eighth disciple Jiang He of Yashan, he has to rank him in the top ten every time in the past three hundred years, but he has never participated, he has been practicing for more than three hundred years, but his cultivation is still in the Jindan period. It's strange to be so slow in Yashan......"

After finishing speaking one by one, Yushan Xing's voice carried a little unfinished taste.

"By now, Zhi Linsu seems to know that this person will not attend the meeting, so he simply did not arrange it. ”

Yes, the little fat man Jiang He's cultivation is still in the Jindan stage, and from the words of everyone in the sect before, he can vaguely feel that Jiang He's cultivation seems to have something special.

But now is not the time to dig deeper, she just ......

"Why are Kunwu's people beaten up when they win?"

When I heard it, I was dumbfounded, and I couldn't help but ask.

"What is this...... Yu Shan Xing laughed, with a mysterious tone, "Among the ten difficult mysteries of the Zuo Three Thousand Little Society, your question is ranked first." As for who it was, some people guessed that Kunwu had a resentful spirit, some people guessed that Yashan was unconvinced when he lost, and he beat people up directly unreasonably, and some people said that Kunwu's disciples won back, and some people in the sect were jealous, so they beat them together...... Oops, it's so different, I don't know if anyone will be beaten up this year, hahaha!"

“……”

Why do you always feel a little weird?

Seeing the sorrowful face, it became indescribable.

Jiang Wenchao has already heard of these things, and they are not new.

He laughed and said, "Thirty years ago, I also heard about it, but in recent years, Yashan has not received many disciples, so the number of such things has happened less, and I always feel that it has nothing to do with Yashan." ”

"Hehe, so I don't know how many people will be beaten this time. This time, there is Tang Wancheng of Yashan, and their master Bo is worried. Yu Shan Xing rubbed his hands, already excited, "I believe there must be a good show to watch, if that master loses...... Wha-"

"Snort. ”

A mocking chuckle suddenly interjected.

“……”

Yushanxing's laughter stopped suddenly.

Following the voice, he frowned, turned his head violently, and suddenly saw a single teenager standing on the edge of the platform.

Dressed in a dark red robe, it seems to be stained with heavy blood, which makes people feel gloomy and depressing at a glance.

The sleeves were long, and the corners seemed to drag to the ground, completely covering the two hands that hung at his sides.

His whole person was as if he was shrouded in this dark red robe.

The young monk's eyebrows were originally quite delicate, but they were shrouded in a gloomy aura that did not disperse, making people feel gloomy and depressed.

A pair of deep pupils, with a faint dark red color, a dark red blood line, which seemed to be a shallow scar, cut down the entire straight bridge of his nose from the center of his eyebrows, and stopped half an inch before the tip of his nose, leaving a sharp tail line.

The originally complete face seemed to be divided by this blood line, revealing a strange sense of brokenness.

When Yu Shan Xing looked at it, the young man also raised his gaze and glanced at Yu Shan Xing lightly, but he didn't seem to care very much.

Almost the moment he saw this young man, he felt an extremely dangerous aura, not just a matter of cultivating higher than him!

But I've seen it all, and it's still aggressive, and it's a little strange that it ended so hastily.

Hard-headed, Yushan Xing opened his mouth: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing. ”

The young man's voice was faint, and he couldn't hear anything special.

It's just that he looked at the three of them.

The gaze is obviously peaceful, but when it sweeps over, it is plain and has a cold smell, as if it is about to pierce people's skin.

After glancing at Yu Shan Xing, he didn't care, he looked at Jiang Wenchao casually, looked at it for a while but didn't seem to be very interested, and then moved his gaze to the worried body.

Seeing sorrow, he is also looking at him.

The moment his eyes fell on him, he seemed to remember the sound of swords and soldiers in his ears, which was solemn and cold!

The young man's pupils seemed to shrink with interest, and then he actually raised the corners of his lips, almost with a gaze of admiration and obsession, looking at the center of his eyebrows!

"What a beautiful axe ......"

Hell Axe!

The young man's gaze was like a sharp thorn, as if it had pierced through the shell of the sorrowful body, and went straight to the soul, and he saw the ghost axe hidden in the heart of the sorrowful eyebrows and melted into the body!

At that moment, when I saw sorrow, I only felt that the ghost axe trembled faintly, as if I was about to run to the young man.

However, on her forehead, a faint purple glow flashed.

The Soul Fixing Nail is gone!

The light faded.

The trembling ghost axe finally settled down, sleeping in a sorrowful body.

She stood stiffly in place, looking at the boy not far away, almost in horror, and saw only the remnants of the boy's eyes.

The admiration in his eyes did not retract.

But it wasn't for the sorrow, but for the axe on her eyebrows.

Then, in a faint voice, he spoke again: "I have a good one, too." ”

Most of the people settled on the flat land between the platform and the river, waiting for the Kunwulai people to retract the Shouzheng light, and then they could cross the river, there were few people on the platform, and even fewer people noticed this scene.

Even, the abnormal movement that occurred on the ghost axe in Jianchou's body, except for Jianchou himself, others were not clear at all.

Yushan Xing looked at him with a strange look, confused.

"Axe, what axe, where, why didn't I see it?"

Jiang Wenchao could clearly see that this young man's cultivation was in the middle stage of Jindan, but in addition to being depressed, his body also gave people an indescribable sense of fierceness.

As for the axes......

At a glance, Jiang Wenchao could also find the posture of facing a great enemy in her eyes.

Along the way, I had only seen this nun using a golden round mirror, but she didn't know that she had another axe.

Speaking of which......

Hatchet?

There are not many female cultivators who use this kind of magic weapon.

Seeing that he stood still, he still looked at each other closely.

said two inexplicable words, but the other party didn't react at all, and after a long time, he lowered his eyes slightly, and a long blood mark pulled down the center of his eyebrows only added a bit of indescribable color to his eyes.

Turning around, the young man didn't say another word, and slowly walked down the steps.

Underneath the platform, there is an even more crowded crowd.

The dark red figure soon became a small back in the sight of the three of them.

In the strange silence above this platform, the crowd below suddenly boiled: "Look, what is that?!"

"Good...... What a big ......."

……

Everyone looked up.

The horizon, the top of the clouds.

A huge floating island, coming from the west, surrounded by white clouds, pierced through the gale in the sky, and appeared in everyone's field of vision.

On the plains, a huge shadow was cast on this floating island.

Although it is far away, it can still be vaguely seen that there is a huge high platform in the front section of the floating island, and there are three or two figures standing on it, with fluttering robes, wanting to ride the wind!

Is that......

Draw the sword!

My eyes widened when I saw sorrow!

This huge floating island, is it possible......

"Yashan!"

"Yashan, it's Yashan!"

"The spirit of Yashan shines on the top!"

"Oh my God, it must be the spirit of the legendary Yashan!"

"It's been three hundred years, and I have seen it again, since the people of Fudao Mountain left the Nineteen Continents, the poor Dao has never seen it again. ”

"It's really Yashan ......"

……

At that moment, countless people whose cultivation was not necessarily very high, but who had heard and watched this scene, couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts and shouted loudly!

On a plank road by the river.

Many female cultivators in the White Moon Valley also looked up.

"Ahem......"

On Lu Xiangleng's slender and pale fingers, there were already purple-black poisonous threads that could not be hidden.

Her face was almost transparent, she coughed, raised her head, and her calm and dusty gaze fell on the abutment, and she couldn't help but be amazed in her eyes.

"I have heard that the spirit of Yashan can fly according to the top, just because the people of Fudao Mountain have not returned for three hundred years, so no one has started, and today I am fortunate to be able to see it, which is worth the trip. ”

The matter of the scorpion venom in her body has always been a secret that Baiyue Valley will never pass on, except for the master and the female cultivator who had accidentally told her with a small mink, she has not told anyone else.

Therefore, even if it is Zhilinsuo, he can't tell the slightest.

On this year's "One-Person Taiwan Codex", she can still rank fifth, but I am afraid that when the Zuo 3000 Xiaohui begins, Zhi Linsuo, who has insight into the world, will not hesitate to lower her ranking.

But it doesn't matter......

It's hard to say whether they will survive or not.

Lu Xiang smiled slightly.

The shadow cast by the huge spiritual roof has gradually covered it.

By the river, under a big tree.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Suddenly there was a noise outside.

Holding the abacus hand, he suddenly stopped.

There is a shortage of money with two mustaches on his lips, and he is still thinking about the difficult question of whether to cross the river or not: Gu Qingmei's little girl is still in the top ten this year, this Zhi Linsuo is a blind man, right? If he also goes to this left three thousand small club to join in the fun, will he be discovered? And what Meng Xizhou, if he also appeared here, he would have been dressed up in the first place......

Ouch, he really can't afford to hurt Gu Qingmei who offended him!

A voice came from afar, and he raised his head to look, he didn't care about it, but he didn't expect that after this look, he couldn't take his eyes back.

The floating island-like Lingzhao Dome seemed to be extremely slow when it came from a distance, but when it came closer, it was found that it was extremely fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, the huge shadow directly covered it, making the place where Qian Qian was dark and gloomy.

Looking around, it was as if the whole sky had suddenly become cloudy.

Lingzhao is too big, and it flies too high!

Further along the river.

The head of the Candle Cutting Sect, Candle Heart, with his own disciples, also stopped here.

Xu Lan'er had a small tear mole in the corner of her eye, talking to Candle Heart.

This time, although he was not ranked in the top ten, he had already been in the eleventh or two years of retreat, with the help of his master and the secret method in hand, and in the last few days before departure, he forcibly succeeded in forming a pill.

Who would have thought?

What's more, what she has now is more than just cultivation.

Lin Sue knew a lot of news, so she was ranked eleventh, but Xu Lan'er didn't think that she was eleventh.

"Master, what is the origin of the Demon Sealing Sword Sect Xiahou Yu who is ranked first now?"

Thinking of the ranking on the codex she had read before, Xu Lan'er couldn't help but ask.

Candle Heart's beautiful face was also crossed with doubts, and he only shook his head and said: "For so many years, I have rarely seen this situation, either a scam, or a shocking genius is about to come out again." The Demon Sealing Sword Sect was so breathless that it was breathless. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar around.

Candle Heart was surprised, and at the same time felt a terrifying aura passing overhead!

She looked up, her pupils constricted, and her face was distorted.

Xu Lan'er is also full of hatred.

"Yashan!"

"Yashan ......"

"It's really Fudao Mountain Man, he's back. ”

"Back then, he was also a genius alongside the real people of Hengxu, oh my God, I really saw him!

"The top of the Lingzhao, above the nine heavens, riding the wind and resisting it, the floating island is shaking. It turned out to be real......"

"Yashan!"

……

Countless people looked up at it, or shocked, or amazed, or fearful, or hateful, or admired, or excited, or fanatical......

At the intersection of countless sights, there is only the flying Lingzhao Peak, and only the figure standing high on the Lingzhao Top like an immortal!

Fudao mountain people!

Lingzhaoding flew quickly over everyone, and when he saw the sad gaze, he did not leave the sword drawing platform on the top of Lingzhao.

Is this still her unreliable master?

As soon as this doubt was crossed, Jiang Wenchao's somewhat solemn voice sounded beside him: "No, the speed of this Lingzhao Peak has not slowed down by half a minute!"

Ahead, it's the right light!

Kunwu hasn't sent someone to take Shouzheng Guang away yet, but Yashan is flying straight over with Lingzhaoding, is it ......

Want to hit it straight away?

Jiang Wenchao's sudden doubts were also the doubts of everyone below, and they were even stunned.

That shadow had quickly covered the entire surface of the river as far as the eye could see, the sparkling waves were gone, and the rainbow shadow produced by the water vapor on the river was also gone, only the river was still flowing in the dark.

In the eerie silence, everyone could only hear the sound of saliva swallowing.

"Phew. ”

A whistling in the sky pierced the silence of the ground.

Then, there was a loud laugh: "Three hundred years later, I saw the spirit of Yashan flying to Kunwu again. Fu Dao, Fu Dao, you have to bump into this Kun Wu again, I think Hengxu Zhenren is going to settle old accounts with you this time! I haven't seen you for two years, don't come unharmed?!"

A gray shadow flew swiftly from the sky, straight as an arc, and shot straight towards the Lingzhao Peak, where the Fudao Mountain Man was.

The Fudao mountain man who was thinking about smashing Shou Zhengguang to make the old monster spit blood, heard this sound of "don't come to harm", and immediately knew who it was. This coarse and ugly voice, who else is there besides the old thief Pang Dian?

At that moment, the Fudao mountain man turned his head over: "It's you Pang again-"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The gaze of the Fudao mountain man suddenly fell on a certain point above the platform.

At this time, Pang Dian was preparing to fly to the top of Lingzhao, and let's have a good time together, so that I could enter Kunwu first.

Zhou Chengjiang has also jumped over the Dragon Gate in the past two years, successfully married the Dan, and awakened a few new Dao seals, but I heard that Yashan's sorrowful cultivation has been restored, how can Pang Dian not seize this opportunity to mock it?

Therefore, when he thought of it, he could show off to the Fudao mountain people, and he smiled happily.

Without noticing the strangeness of the Fudao Mountain People, Pang Dian saw that he was about to fly to the top of Lingzhao and fell on the sword drawing platform.

didn't think about it, he looked directly at the Fudao mountain man somewhere below, and without hesitation, he slapped it directly, bringing up a huge wave of qi, overturning countless clouds in mid-air, and actually slamming Pang Dian to the side-

One shot!

"Bang!"

Caught off guard, the old man Pang Dian, who had a thin body and a white beard and white hair, was directly slapped away by this palm!

Phew-

A longer arc, showing a falling posture, is thrown towards the surface of the Jiutou River!

All the monks who witnessed this tragedy had their jaws fall to the ground!

What's going on?

Everyone was still blindfolded, dreaming at the fairy like living in the legendary Fudao Mountain Man.

Then, I saw a scene that I will never forget.

Fang was still standing on the sword-drawing platform, standing awe-inspiring, and the old man who was shaking like a fairy was crazy at this moment, jumping up on the sword-drawing platform.

Somewhere on the ground, the Fudao Mountain Man waved his arms vigorously, without any so-called superior demeanor, only happily tearing out his voice and shouting!

"See sorrow, see sorrow!"

"Come here!"

"I'm your master!"

"Little sorrow, little sorrow!"

……

Worried?

Is the Fudao Mountain Man calling his big apprentice?

But where are the people?

Seeing that the Fudao Mountain Man was waving his hand downward, jumping and jumping, everyone only felt that some kind of illusion in their minds was suddenly shattered, and there was not even any scum left.

Under the huge blow, everyone subconsciously looked in all directions, wanting to see where there was movement.

"Xiao Jianchou, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up!"

Far away, the people on the sword drawing platform are simply dancing.

Seeing sorrow, he looked at it like this, as if he saw Zheng Yue, the head of the house behind him, holding his head with both hands, looking like he was in pain......

The corners of her mouth twitched.

Suddenly I don't want to admit that I am Senior Sister Yashan!

What to do?!

Jiang Wenchao, who was standing beside her, looked at the people of Fudao Mountain for a long time, and only felt that this direction was ......

He finally couldn't help it, and turned his head sideways to see sorrow.

But Yu Shan Xing didn't notice anything unusual at this time, so he just kept jumping up and down, trying to see if there was a senior sister named "Seeing Sorrow" around him through the crowding of people.

"Where, where, where are the people, are you good-looking, how are you cultivating?"

A series of questions were asked by him at the moment when Yu Shan Xing jumped up and down.

Seeing that he was jumping so hard, he couldn't help but sigh and reached out and pressed him on the shoulder......

I jump!

Jump!

Eh, why can't you jump up?

Yu Shan Xing raised his head in surprise, and finally saw the sorrow: "What are you doing? Don't stop me from looking at the beauty!"

“……”

Beauty......

Jianchou remembered the previous discussion on the topic of "Jianchou must have been ranked in the top 100 because she was very good-looking", and she couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth, and after a long while, she smiled: "Actually, it's not good-looking, it looks like us." Thank you for taking care of you all the way. ”

The second half of the sentence is addressed to two people.

Seeing that he was worried, he withdrew the hand that pressed Zheng Yin's shoulder, and then clasped his fists with both hands and saluted the two.

Jiang Wenchao knew that his feeling was not wrong.

Hatchet.

also raised his hand, and he saluted: "All the way, I don't know the identity of my friend, and I am disrespectful." ”

Disrespectful?

I don't think it's disrespectful to see me.

She was calm and calm, and bowed slightly: "Farewell." ”

After speaking, she turned away, the light at the center of her eyebrows appeared, and the ghost axe broke through the air, and after seeing the sorrow step out of the platform, she immediately flew to her feet, carrying her body, and headed towards the sky!

There was an uproar in the crowd, and countless people turned their heads to look, only to see a black light, rising from the platform where countless teleportation arrays were gathered, and rushing towards the sky.

Ahead, is the huge and wide Lingzhao top of Yashan!

The figure of the Fudao Mountain Man was on the sword drawing platform, beckoning desperately towards the black light.

"Girl, girl!"

Below.

In the crowd, a young man dressed in dark red was slightly surprised.

More than a dozen monks with long swords on their backs came to him.

"Senior Brother Xiahou ......"

"Nothing. ”

Seeing that the black light disappeared and fell on the top of Lingzhao, the young man's eyes narrowed slightly: it turned out to be a ghost axe.

He raised his hand and touched the faint and sharp red mark on his eyebrows, and his lips moved: "A line of ...... sky"

platform.

Jiang Wenchao was still standing there, looking up.

Yuyama is stupid.

Completely stupid.

He couldn't help but slap his forehead, cold sweat.

Senior Sister Yashan must have been ranked in the top 100 because she was beautiful!

Is it pretty?

Is it pretty?

Yushan Xing is going to cry.

He really wanted to borrow a hundred guts to rush forward, grabbed the long legs of the Taoist friend, cried bitterly, repented, and howled: "Daoyou, I was wrong, Daoyou, I don't dare anymore, Daoyou, you are not beautiful, not beautiful at all, you are the ugliest in the world!"