Somnambula: "Chizuru, I still have to trouble you. ”

A small flower flew out, out of the Crystal Palace, and across the Boundless Sea.

The top of the mountain, the white feather coat.

Qianhe was graceful, and his slender eyes suddenly saw a small flower, and a murderous aura suddenly appeared.

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Hearing Wang Jiafu's words, the beard's first reaction was that his junior brother's head was damaged by the rain, or he had a fever and was confused, and subconsciously reached out to stroke Wang Jiafu's forehead, but the touch was cold, he smiled wryly, and said, "Senior Brother Wang, are you dazzled?"

He only joined the Kendo Sect half a year ago, and like most of the rest of the sects, the order of the disciples under the Kendo Sect is not based on the order of entry or age, but on the strength realm as the criterion.

Wang Jiafu shook his head vigorously, "That person just now is indeed the sect master!"

Seeing Wang Jiafu's serious expression, the man couldn't help but believe it, but in his heart, after all, he was still a little suspicious, before joining the Kendo Sect, he was an inner disciple of a third-rate small sect, not to mention the sect master of that sect, even if it was those elders and deacons, when they saw people, they all had their nostrils facing the sky, who would take a look at them like a low-level disciple?

And the Cloud Sect Master, who is as different from them as clouds and mud, no matter how approachable he is, he will not be so polite to a small character like them.

The man said softly, "If there is really such a good sect master, even if he dies on the next battlefield, my life will be worth it." ”

Wang Jiafu smiled and said no more.

As an "old man", the atmosphere of the Kendo Sect, especially the style of the sect master, he Wang Jiafu knew, in the interval between those few battles, he had seen the young sect master who was similar in age to him more than once, and he had never seen him have such a domineering stand.

I remember that when the old man named Liu Laoliu was still alive, Wang Jiafu once went to buy pancakes by the West Lake, and there happened to be a young man sitting next to him, and the two chatted for a while, and the topic was also very ordinary, nothing more than the weather, the new door rules, which elder or the gossip of the beautiful junior sister and other things, there was no special feeling at the time, but I just felt that this young man who was similar to his age was a very good talker.

It was also at the time of the war with the Western Expedition that Wang Jiafu knew that the peer who chatted with him and complained about the rules of the door and talked about the gossip of the beautiful junior sister was actually the head of a sect of the Kendo Sect.

A sword cultivator wearing a hat walked back, sat on the carriage, and Wang Jiafu, who came back to his senses, asked, "What's going on in front?"

That Jian Xiu didn't have a good airway, "I can't walk, half of the mountain has collapsed, not to mention the mountain flood, the water of the Guangling River has poured in!" The people of Dongfeng are building a pontoon bridge, but they have tried several times, but they have been washed away by the river, according to this situation, this road will not be able to pass in ten days and half a month!"

"Isn't there a flying ship?" asked the man.

"Flying boats, what did Junior Brother Zhang Shan do?" Jian Xiu waved his hand, "There are only three in total, and they are burning spirit crystals, all of which are transporting elite cultivators to the front line, how can they be used to transport supplies!"

The sword cultivator sighed, and the three of them fell silent.

The autumn rain did not stop, and in this dripping rain, after a while, there was a burst of cheers in front of me, and it rushed over like a wave.

Wang Jiafu was confused for a while, turned around, and looked at the man, who also looked inexplicable.

And in this cheer that could almost break through the sky, the two could only hear a few words coming from in front of them.

“…… Suzerain......

"What's that?...... Where did the bridge come from......"

"The road leads to ......"

In the cheers, the intermittent sound came, and although the two of them had not yet fully figured out the situation, they were both infected by this atmosphere, and their faces also showed joy.

After a while, the convoy began to move slowly.

When they came to the ridge in front of them, they realized the reason for the cheers they had heard before.

In front of them was a collapsing mountain peak, and the torrent washed down countless rocks and mud and swept them into the waters of the Guangling River.

A spirit beast comparable to an adult elephant was swept down by a flash flood and plunged into the tumbling Guangling River, and before it could scream, it was swallowed by the Taotao River.

However, in the midst of this desperate situation, a bridge spans more than 200 zhang across the river, and its width is enough for four horses to go along.

The convoy of people and horses walked on it, and the bridge did not shake in the slightest.

The moat becomes a thoroughfare.

The sword cultivator looked at this scene stupidly, and after a long time, he muttered, "This, what's going on?"

Without piers, it can span a distance of more than 200 zhang, and this kind of existence itself is unreasonable, not to mention that half an hour ago, there was not even a shadow of a bridge here!

When the three of them approached, they were stunned to find that the bridge was completely composed of countless vines.

Its practical vines are accurate because there are countless thorns on the bridge.

It was a bridge of thorns.

In the sky on both sides of the bridge, every three zhang distance, there is a huge crystal clear lotus flower suspended in the air, holding up the bridge body.

The bearded man grabbed the clothes of a Kendo Sect disciple and asked, "Senior brother, may I ask ...... this bridge?"

The disciple smiled and said very proudly, "This great ability is naturally the handiwork of our sect master!"

Before the beard could speak, Wang Jiafu couldn't wait to speak, "What's the matter?"

The disciple smiled and said, "Sect Master's supernatural powers, how can people like us explain it clearly? Anyway, I saw that as soon as the sect master swung his sword, hundreds of huge lotus flowers appeared, and with another swing of the sword, countless thorny vines grew out and became this bridge. He paused and continued, "I heard from a senior brother from the inner gate that it seems to be the Lotus Sword Spirit and the Thorn Sword Spirit in the Nine Consecutive Duels, I don't know what is going on. ”

Wang Jiafu thanked him, and looked at the bridge, and the whole person fell into a stupor.

When the disciple turned around, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked upward, revealing a somewhat abnormal smile.

He walked up the miraculous bridge and blended into the convoy, and in the pouring rain, no one noticed that the man was walking like a rabbit.

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

At the same time, an exclamation rang out, like a spark falling into a barrel of dynamite, and the whole team exploded again.

"Look, what is that in the sky!"

Countless people, looking up.

The first rain since the beginning of autumn was pouring down, and the entire Kendo Sect was shrouded in autumn rain, and it had not seen the sun for more than ten days.

This black low-hanging dark cloud seems to continue until the end of the world.

However, at this moment, a huge hole appeared in the sky above everyone's heads, within a radius of hundreds of miles.

The autumn rain is gone, the dark clouds are gone, and in its place is a round blue sky.

So lofty, so profound.

In the blue sky, a crane suddenly sounded.

The figure of a huge white crane appeared above the blue sky, disappeared in a flash, and almost in an instant, it landed on the other side of the bridge.