Yuming Peak is in the west of Yuqing, and it is also the most west-facing of the mountains of the Yulan Sect, and a hundred steps further to the west, it is the Changyun Peak of the Purple Immortal Sect. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Su Zhuo stood on Yuming Peak, looking at the majestic mountain peak in front of him, the corners of his mouth pulled into a smile, the last time the Purple Immortal Sect colluded with the Taiyin Sect to steal the spirit grass on Mogan Peak, and he still remembered the matter of splashing his senior sister's sewage on the Qingyu Palace, now not only opened the sea of qi, but also refined the flying sword, how can there be a reason for the night walk in brocade, Su Zhuo turned his head and said to the second senior brother: "Follow me naturally without your benefits, just eat whatever you want." ”

The second senior brother had long been greedy for the spirit grass on Yuming Peak, and now he finally got Su Zhuo's approval, and immediately pounced on it like a starving ghost, and enjoyed it beautifully, Su Zhuo was not ashamed to do such a bad job, but he was content to enjoy the scenery around.

Not long after, a female disciple of the Purple Immortal Sect heard the strange movement on the side of Yuming Peak, and showed a somewhat strange look on her pretty face, swept through several mountains and forests, came to the vicinity of the mountain cliff, and glanced at Yuming Peak.

This look is really incredible, and it directly makes her stunned.

As far as the eye can see, it is a mess.

The second senior brother, who was hungry and thirsty all the way, this time changed his habit of enjoying slowly on weekdays, but he had a bit of a stormy momentum, and now he was busy dealing with the food in his mouth, even Su Zhuo didn't pay attention to it, how could he have time to pay attention to the Purple Netherworld Sect disciple who was already flushed with anger not far away.

This female disciple with a decent face and figure pointed at Su Zhuo and said angrily: "Such a precious spirit grass, you, how can you let this stupid thing eat it all!" ”

It is not surprising that the three sects on the Immortal Mountain have clashed in the past hundred years because of the heavenly and earthly treasures in the blessed land, and it can also be seen that the importance of the heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the hearts of the sect monks can also be seen, and now seeing that Su Zhuo actually connived at a pig to spoil these treasures, it really made this female disciple very angry, if he didn't understand that the head of the Yulan sect Chongyunzi had returned now, he would no longer be as presumptuous as before, and he was afraid that he would immediately plunge into Yuming Peak to teach this loser a lesson.

Su Zhuo smiled and met the other party's eyes as if he was about to breathe fire, and said: "This fellow Daoist is calm and restless, this is the Yuming Peak of our Yulan Sect, not the Changyun Peak of your Purple Immortal Sect, I, the main master, are not in a hurry, what are you anxious about?" Besides, it's not an ordinary pig, it's a new disciple recently accepted by Master Chongyunzi, that is, my second senior brother, you are also picking spirit grass, what's wrong with my second senior brother eating something, is it possible that my Yulan Sect disciple is doing it in his own blessed land, and he still has to get the consent of your Purple Hell Sect? ”

This woman is afraid that it is the first time to see a person as absurd and scoundrel as Su Zhuo, and now she is trembling with anger when she hears the words, her chest is constantly rising and falling, but she doesn't know how to argue with Su Zhuo, and at the same time she feels a little dizzy, that Chongyunzi who has the Tao to the sky is really ridiculous enough to accept such a beast as a personal disciple?

"In the past few days, I heard that you Su Zhuo watched the waterfall and opened the sea of qi overnight, and I couldn't believe it before, but now it seems to be true."

At this time, on the opposite hillside, a group of Purple Netherworld Sect monks had already heard the sound and walked down, the leader was dressed in purple, with an extraordinary bearing, and a great cultivation of the Qi Sea Realm, only to hear him sneer: "Chongyunzi is really a good means, and I don't know what good things I have brought back from the outside in the past six years, and I can make your mud that can't support the wall soar into the sky, but the villain is the villain, and now he has the ambition by chance, and he really thinks that he will be invincible in the world when he opens the sea of qi, and how high is this cultivation to have the courage to come here alone to show off his might?" ”

When the female disciple heard the voice, her face immediately turned overjoyed, and she said, "Senior Brother Pan, you are here." ”

The head monk glanced at her and smiled, "Senior Sister Lin Miao." ”

Lin Miao probably came to the backer and had a lot of confidence, and glanced at the rogue boy standing on the opposite hill, and then retreated respectfully.

Purple clothes stand on the cliff.

Su Zhuo squinted at him for a long time, and finally remembered the identity of this person, it turned out to be Pan Yi, the same junior brother of Zhao Feng who was abolished by his senior sister that day, and he was also the personal disciple of Tang Siyuan, the head of the Purple Underworld Sect, no wonder he was so yin and yang when he spoke, Su Zhuo glanced at the second senior brother who was still eating the spirit grass, and said with a smile: "It is true that it is said that it is a show of martial arts and prestige, but my second senior brother is hungry today, and I just happened to refine the flying sword, so I thought about celebrating with my second senior brother, because neither of us likes to be lively, I specially came to this inaccessible Yuming Peak. ”

Pan Yi heard that Su Zhuo had already refined the flying sword, his eyes shrank slightly, and sure enough, he could see that Su Zhuo was carrying a long sword behind him, and he was secretly frightened, he knew that Su Zhuo had opened up the sea of qi six days ago, and he had completed the complicated and lengthy process of sacrifice in just a few days, how could this be possible? Pan Yi sneered and said: "It's ridiculous, if you have a sword on your back, you can call it a flying sword, according to what you say, anyone who wears a sword can be called a sword cultivator, I see that you are sincerely looking for an excuse to disgust us." ”

Su Zhuo shook his head and smiled: "It's really biased for Daoyou to say this, I have this real flying sword on my back, if you don't believe it, let you take a look." ”

The clumsy sword on his back was unsheathed.

All the cultivators of the Purple Hell Sect changed their faces, they didn't expect Su Zhuo to actually refine the flying sword, but when they saw the scene that followed, the expressions on their faces that had not yet dissipated their shock became extremely strange.

Silent for a while.

What is Sword Cultivation? The sword stepped on the tide, the sword ascended to Taihao, a sword of nine thousand miles of rivers and lakes, even if ordinary monks can't do it so chic, but a sword in the hand after all has a bit of immortality, but when it comes to Su Zhuo, there is not even a little momentum left, a flying sword is shaking in the air, it seems to fall down at any time, it is really ridiculous, what is even more exaggerated is that this flying sword does not have the appearance of a flying sword at all, not only dim, but also dilapidated, and then see the young man of the sword still has a calm face unconsciously, and several female disciples can't help laughing, Even Lin Miao, who was still teaching Su Zhuo a vicious lesson, also burst out laughing.

Everyone had heard of the absurdity and unruliness of Su Zhuo, the head disciple of the Yulan Sect, but what they saw with their own eyes now still opened their eyes.

Pan Yi said lightly: "No wonder it takes us at least half a month to practice the flying sword, but you have refined the flying sword in just a few days, and you are really the master who can't sit still. ”

Su Zhuo chuckled and said, "It's just that in my opinion, no matter how tattered my sword is, it is more chic than you."

Pan Yi looked directly at Su Zhuo and asked calmly, "Are you sure?" ”

Su Zhuo just raised his hand and pointed at it, and the clumsy sword hovering around him flew out with a loud sound, the speed was amazing, and all the female disciples who were still hiding their mouths and laughing for a while all looked pale, and the trajectory of Rao is flying sword was still not serious, but at this time, it really had a bit of indomitable momentum in the sword world.

Pan Yi snorted coldly, his mind moved, and the Minghuang sword, which had been practiced for eighteen days and nights in one breath, flew out of the sheath, and when it burst out, there was a powerful and unrivaled momentum, like the dawn of the sun, and the sword aura was awe-inspiring.

At a glance, the disciples of the Purple Hades Sect were more or less resentful of the defeat in the Qingyu Palace, and now they wished that this senior brother would suppress the sharpness of the Yulan Sect.

In the next moment, the Minghuang Sword Huo Ran slashed out, and with a mighty momentum, it pressed towards Su Zhuo's clumsy sword like a mountain.

The jade palace is passed, the air is sea, how can it shine according to the sky? Condensing the sea of qi, the more dense and condensed the true element, the more intense the light emitted, and when the glow of the Jade Palace completely illuminates the acupoints of the body, coupled with a kick at the door, you can open up the heavenly aperture and enter the realm of the aperture, so in the realm of the sea of qi, every time you break through a small realm, it is a qualitative leap for the monk.

Pan Yi has already achieved great success in the Qi Sea Realm, but it is far from being comparable to Yan Qu, a disciple of the Taiyin Sect in the Xiaocheng Realm, not to mention that in order to kill Su Zhuo's arrogance at the moment, he is even more full of urging Ming Huang, such a stunning momentum, how can Su Zhuo, a newcomer who has just entered the Qi Sea, and even the flying sword make a stumbling newcomer can match?!

Su Zhuo sneered, and the vast sea of qi in his body finally surged and roared.

In the moment of being overwhelmed by the light.

The sword momentum suddenly soared!

It's like a huge wave set off, and the momentum of a thousand jun is slapped, let you shine deeply, and I will break ten thousand laws by myself!

Pan Yi's face changed greatly, and he suddenly flew back.

With a bang, the ten-zhang ravine was split, and the Minghuang sword was cut in two by the originally inconspicuous clumsy sword!

The audience was silent.

Ziyi finally stopped retreating, and looked at the robed young man standing on the Yuming Peak opposite.

Finally spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He forcibly suppressed the unbelievable shock in his heart, and said with a cruel smile: "It's really a coincidence, if you want to do this majesty today, I won't let you get your wish." ”

As soon as he raised his hand, the seven Purple Hades Sect fellow disciples who came with him immediately understood, and leaped over a hundred steps of heavenly danger, surrounding Su Zhuo and himself in the middle.

No matter how arrogant you Su Zhuo are, it's just one person and one sword, is it possible that you can turn the sky upside down?

Su Zhuo, who should have finally shown a solemn expression, pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "Senior sister, you are really timely rain." ”

Suddenly, there was a sword aura that overwhelmed the world.

It was like a sting that fell suddenly.

A white-clothed sword is bright on the jade, standing in the white clouds.

Stoned.

Nangong Yurou was condescending, her phoenix eyes brushed over the disciples of the Purple Immortal Sect who were forced back by her sword, and finally her eyes fell on Pan Yi, and she asked coldly, "You want to bully my junior brother?" ”

No one dares to intervene.

The second senior brother couldn't finish letting go of the spiritual grass in his mouth, and Sa Huan'er ran to the side of the Nine Heavens Goddess.

Nangong Yurou glared at Su Zhuo angrily and said, "Go back with me." ”

The white clothes are fireworks, and there are more than 10,000 kinds of styles.

Su Zhuo turned around and looked at Pan Yi with a smile on his face: "How does my flying sword compare to yours?" ”

The anger in the eyes of several disciples rose, if their eyes could really kill, the hatred in them was afraid that it was enough to kill Su Zhuo dozens of times.

The senior siblings and brothers of the head of the Yulan faction Chongyunzi drifted away.

Pan Yi looked at the two of them and dusted away, his eyes were extremely cold.

His Senior Sister Lin Miao hadn't reacted yet, and stood in place.

For some reason, the figure of the young man who seemed to her to be extremely hated lingered in her mind.

That sword is really domineering.

Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she whispered: "If there is anything so good, you will only hide behind women." ”