Due to the battle of attacking the mountain, the number of disciples of the peaks was seriously injured, and even some of the disciples of the mountains in the peak were killed to only a dozen people, so the general competition of the Changming Sect was postponed indefinitely, and the disciples were meaningless, because this was a matter of course, and no one would be in the mood to care about the competition at this time.

Only Cha Yi was sullen after hearing about it, and even dragged his seriously injured body to the main peak to protest.

The actions of this little madman left many people speechless, including his master, Sixth Elder Luo Shan.

Luo Shan and even his own apprentice, as long as he heard that there was a fight to fight, even if he broke his limbs, this guy would crawl over.

In order to keep an eye on this little madman, Luo Shan directly moved the entire study to the small courtyard of Cha Yixiao, and took care of Fengzhong's affairs in front of his door, just to prevent him from going out.

After Feng Xiaohan breathed a little at Langya Peak, he returned to Qingzhu Peak with He Xirou.

After Chen Feng got the poison bead, he came to Langya Peak as soon as possible and handed it over to Guo Mingzhe.

Guo Mingzhe stared at the black poison bead in front of him, silent, and Chen Feng stood aside without saying a word.

"This poisonous bead is ......"

After a long time, Guo Mingzhe's eyebrows lifted suddenly, and he suddenly remembered something, and suddenly felt shocked, and said in shock: "The poison of this ink candle, could it be that thing?"

Chen Feng's brows jumped, this was the first time he had seen such a big reaction from his uncle, so he asked, "Uncle, is there another mystery in this poison bead?"

Guo Mingzhe thought about it, shook his head and said: "I just thought of a possibility, I hope I guessed wrong." ”

He picked up a pen, pondered for a while, wrote down a few things on the paper, handed them to Chen Feng and said, "I need to do a test, you help me prepare these things, and come to me with things and Feng Xiaohan in seven days." ”

Chen Feng took the paper, read it once, solemnly put it in his arms, and left.

Guo Mingzhe walked out of the room and stood on the edge of the edge outside the thatched hut, his eyes were like torches, and through the clouds and mist, everything in the entire peaks of the Changming Sect was clearly visible. The twelve peaks stand side by side around Langya Peak, forming a mountain range, and the clear stream between the peaks meanders through and stretches into the distance.

When Chinese New Year's Eve listened to the wind and swept through the human world, he successively broke through the Changming Sect's Mountain Protection Array and the complete version of the Changming Sword Array, and retreated after entering the mountain gate and fighting with the masters of the Honzong.

But even he didn't make it here.

This is the highest place in Changming, and only the ancestors and heads of the past generations are qualified to enjoy the scenery here.

Guo Mingzhe suddenly remembered what the old man Tianji had said to him twelve years ago, and for this reason, he also went deep into the wilderness to find something.

He took out the poison bead and carefully looked at the lines on it, not knowing whether it was joy or sadness in his eyes.

The black poisonous mist was still shrouded in the outer layer of the poison bead, but he was not afraid at all, and pinched it to his fingertips with his bare hands.

The next moment, the sea of clouds returned, and the wind blew on the face.

Guo Mingzhe came to the valley where the clear stream originated, and after a moment's hesitation, he stepped into the mist that shrouded him.

......

......

After Chen Feng returned to Qingzhu Peak, he began to prepare, Guo Mingzhe wrote a total of six things on paper, although they were not rare treasures, but they were also extremely rare treasures.

Among them, the crescent stone is a specialty of the Moon Pavilion, and it is rarely spread outside, so Chen Feng had no choice but to go to the Moon Pavilion in person.

Fortunately, the reunion between Mochizuki Pavilion and Changming was less than a thousand miles, and three days of round-trip time with his cultivation was enough.

During this period, the affairs of Qingzhu Peak were handed over to the elders of the outer mountains, and He Xirou was responsible for taking care of Feng Xiaohan.

After three days of recuperation, Feng Xiaohan's vitality has recovered, and most of his internal injuries have healed, but his body is still weak.

As usual, Feng Xiaohan studied in the library during the day, went to the sword test forest at noon to try the power of those methods, and returned to Zizhu Courtyard at night to quietly deduce the realm of a sword coming from the west, and did not forget to take care of the delicate bamboo in front of the door.

What he used to kill Yan Rumo was indeed a sword from the west, it was just the product of Wan Yan's divine power after preliminary deduction, it was a simplified version, and the realm and power were incomplete.

The only thing that can be used as a reference for Feng Xiaohan is the small sword in the west, and the sword intent that Cui Weiming imitated when he was in the cave.

There are not many examples of regaining the Dharma of the Absolute and continuing the Sacred Sect, and most of them have obtained fragments of the Dharma that have been lost, or obtained the notes recorded by the predecessors when they practiced, and on this basis, combined with the great wisdom of countless people, it took many years of painstaking efforts to reproduce those Peerless Sects that had been broken.

It is said that thirty years ago, Nangong Shaohua obtained a fragment of an ancient medical book, combined with what he learned to confirm it, and finally reproduced the entire content of the medical book with his own strength, achieving the name of a generation of medical saints. ”

On this day, Feng Xiaohan put down this sword book, tapped the table with his index finger, looked at the birds flying outside the window, and said in his heart: "I now have a small sword in my hand, but I don't have a sword move, I don't understand the sword momentum of this sword, and I haven't felt the complete sword intent." If you want to reproduce this stunt with Wanyan Divine Power and become the final killing move, I am afraid that it will take many years. ”

"Unless...... Go to the museum in the palace and see for yourself the sword book that came from the west. ”

The sword spectrum in Feng Xiaohan's hand is the Qingluo Sword of Mochizuki Pavilion, which is not very powerful, nor is it a decisive killing move, but it is a compulsory course recognized by all swordsmen.

Because this sword focuses on understanding, it is difficult to cultivate, and it is the best choice for sword cultivators to sharpen their Dao hearts. But Feng Xiaohan only watched it once, he was used to it, and there was nothing new for him.

He left the library pavilion, bought bags of steamed buns in the diner's house, and came to the dormitory of the disciples in the inner mountain.

Feng Xiaohan came to the residence of Lu Yingfeng and the sick seedling, Lu Yingfeng welcomed him like a house, the sick seedling was seriously injured, and now he can't walk on the ground and has to lie on the bed.

Looking at the pale sick seedling, Feng Xiaohan asked, "How are you feeling, have you improved?"

"Can't die. ”

The sick man clutched his chest and coughed violently, as if he was seriously ill, making people worry that he would die suddenly at any time.

He looked at Feng Xiaohan and asked, "Why are you here?"

Feng Xiaohan looked at Lu Yingfeng and said seriously: "Your family background is deep and powerful, I need your help." ”

Lu Yingfeng was interested, and said: "I didn't expect you to take the initiative to ask me for help, I don't know what you need me to help you, as long as it's not a particularly difficult matter, I can directly call the resources of the Lu family." ”

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while and said, "Do you know that a sword comes from the west?"

"Chongzhou has been cultivating for ten years, and Kyushu has defeated the lion in the dark situation. There is no trace of returning, and there is no place to rely on a sword. ”

Lu Yingfeng said with a smile: "Of course I know such a legendary sword. ”

Feng Xiaohan looked at him and said seriously: "All kinds of information about this sword are needed, such as legends and historical achievements, it is better to have a description of the scene when the sword is cast, in short, it should be as detailed as possible." ”