It's late at night, and people can't sleep.

At night, when people's true feelings are most revealed, Dong Pingchang is even more difficult to sleep.

Standing in his own dead end, he can't get out, he can't figure it out, and he can't leave.

What if nothing happened?

If I am still the obedient disciple who listens to my master, I am still the same Dong Pingchang who only knows how to work hard, and I am still an example of envy of my brothers and sisters in the sect.

However, there is no if.

Thinking about it, the air was filled with the smell of silence again, Dong Pingchang closed his eyes, all he could do might be a temporary escape.

At the foot of Wanshou Mountain in Qiyun Mountain, above the Immortal Dao Society.

Xuantian Sect Chen Yu's immortal sword danced with the blue light of the sword qi under the yellow light of the Zhihong magic weapon of Tianzhao Temple.

The sound of weapons colliding, mixed with the burst of light, couldn't help but make many disciples in the audience stunned.

Especially those disciples who participated in the Immortal Dao Conference for the first time, their mouths grew up when they saw it, and they even forgot the cheers.

Fighting, Chen Yu suddenly condensed, recited the trick in his mouth, and threw the Duan Chen Immortal Sword high, only to see that the immortal sword that turned into a blue mang was ten times brighter by the way, and ran to the opposite Zhihong and scrapped it.

Because of Zhihong's character, if the opponent does not show a strong immortal magic and immortal weapon, Zhihong will not deliberately embarrass the opponent.

It's just that this piece of dust fairy sword came violently, and Zhihong didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately threw out a dust bead to resist.

I saw that after Duan Chenzhu fought fiercely with the fairy sword a few times, it seemed that his internal strength was insufficient, and his light gradually dimmed, and the speed of resisting the fairy sword also became much slower with the momentum.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Chenzhu gradually lost his support under the fierce attack of the fairy sword, and it was as if the other fairy sword had hit a few times, and Duan Chenzhu's defense became even more chaotic.

The disciples of Tianzhao Temple under the stands couldn't help but sweat for this benevolent senior brother Zhihong.

Even the brothers who don't like Zhihong very much in their hearts secretly shouted: "Resist, Zhihong, don't lose!"

Zhihong also saw that the situation was not good, so he hurriedly took out another string of Buddha beads in his sleeve, and then chanted the trick to condense his qi, and a golden light added to the battle between the dust beads and the fairy sword.

The magic weapon sent by Zhihong in a hurry is not as rare as the dust bead, but it is not an ordinary magic weapon.

The moment the golden Buddha bead joined Duan Chenzhu and the immortal sword battle, the situation also became stable in an instant.

Shicai's fellow disciple who was still sweating for Zhihong had his face getting a lot better, but he was a fellow disciple of Xuantian Sect, but his face was a little unhappy.

As Duan Chenzhu and the Golden Buddha Bead were inseparable from the battle with Duan Chen's Immortal Sword, Chen Yu suddenly condensed a lot of aura in his body, continuously injecting it into Duan Chen's Immortal Sword.

Chen Yu kept transmitting spiritual energy, and the mantra in his mouth became faster.

Gradually, Chen Yu's mouth shape became faster and faster, and the spiritual power was transmitted more and more rapidly, and Chen Yu's forehead couldn't help but have a few more drops of sweat.

The same sect of Xuantian Sect under the stands, at the beginning, it could be seen that Chen Yu was using his own method, but later, no one could identify what kind of immortal method Chen Yu used.

After a long time, suddenly a trace of astonishment appeared on the face of a disciple of Xuantian Sect, and he said in a trembling voice: "Senior Brother Chen Yu, no, I won't be using the Dragon Technique."

The land of China, the human world, one of the five countries of Fuqin, Zhangguan Village.

Recently, the weather has become colder. The frequency of the residents' activities and the sound of people seem to have become much more indifferent with the change of weather.

Only the children are still as happy as ever.

Because, they are pure, they are immaculate, they still don't understand anything.