"Since Brother Feng is from Sanxuancheng, why don't you stay in your homeland for a while?

Thousands of miles of horses galloped wildly, Qiu Ping galloped on his horse, and asked Feng Yi beside him.

Feng Yi shook his horse, shook his head and said: "Sanxuan City can't be regarded as my homeland, my hometown is in the Hidden Dragon Mountain, thousands of miles to the west. ”

"Oh, I see. Qiu Ping nodded and said with a smile: "Brother Feng is going to Linjiang City, why don't you join me in the assessment of the Heavenly Sword Sect? The Heavenly Sword Sect is a five-grade force, and through nearly a year of development and growth, it has not only overwhelmed the Tyrant Sword Sect, but also has the potential to be promoted to a sixth-grade force. With Brother Feng's cultivation, he will definitely be able to gain a status and be a guard commander, wouldn't it be much more comfortable than wandering and cultivating?"

Feng Yi went to Linjiang City here, not to play, he was going to find Luo Bing.

As for joining the Heavenly Sword Sect, he didn't have that kind of idea.

But then he suddenly thought: "Her memories come and go, and she may not be able to easily recognize me when I go." And I'm an outsider, so it's probably not easy to meet her. Even so, it's not that you can't join the Heavenly Sword Sect. ”

Thinking of this, he said in a loud voice: "It's okay, it's better to join the Heavenly Sword Sect and obtain cultivation resources than to suffer in the wilderness. ”

Qiu Ping was overjoyed, "This is very good, then the two of us brothers will participate in the assessment together and join the sect together." If the royal family is called, they can also go to the Fire Clan together to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions. ”

Feng Yi nodded his head and looked at Qiu Ping, as if he was very much like a person in a trance.

"I don't know how Brother Xu, Second Sister Liu, and Third Brother Qin are doing now. ”

Qiu Ping's arrogance is quite similar to Xu Junfang.

Feng Yi thought to himself: "If Brother Xu and the others see Brother Qiu, they will definitely become close friends, and they will hate to see each other late." They are such free and easy sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, and they always like to make friends with like-minded people. ”

He immediately asked, "Brother Qiu, do you know the three brothers and sisters of Chouyun?"

A large river nearly ten zhang wide appeared in front of it, blocking the eastbound path.

Qiu Ping stopped his horse, turned over, and said, "How can I not have heard of the chivalrous names of the three heroes of Chouyun. That is the true hero of our casual cultivation, not only profound and profound cultivation, but also chic and upright, chivalrous and proud, and really admirable. ”

Saying that, Qiu Ping shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity that my brother and I are blessed, and I have always been close to his brother and sister, regret, regret, regret!"

After saying the word 'regret' three times in a row, Qiu Ping then said: "Brother, the Baisha River is ahead, and the bridge across the river is fifty miles upstream, let's go north." ”

He led the horse to the big tree by the river, and after putting a soak of yellow water, Qiu Ping turned over and stepped on the horse's back.

"How could the brother suddenly ask about the three heroes of the clouds?"

Feng Yi also felt an urgency to urinate and was untying the waist rope.

The animal skin clothes and pants have long been changed, and the new clothes on the body were purchased in Sanxuan City. As for the money to buy clothes, Qiu Ping rushed to pay for it.

Qiu Ping was bold, and Feng Yi didn't do much hypocrisy, so he let him pay for his clothes. I had the intention to give Qiu Ping the Xuan Bag or the Emperor Eater Crocodile Neidan inside, thinking that he would return the gift, but he was afraid that he would complain about himself, so he gave up.

Friends are friends, although it is rude to come and go, but some people, he comes and goes, but they will feel awkward.

That's not what they value.

Feng Yi secretly calculated, and in the future, he needed to find an opportunity to help Qiu Ping and teach him a martial art that was enough to establish his life.

Qiu Ping is a late stage cultivator in the Inner Rest Realm, although his combat power is not bad, his martial arts are very ordinary. The steel gun he held was only close to the second grade, not the real second grade.

Feng Yi didn't have a Xuan soldier to give him, and the Great Compassion Fu that he practiced couldn't be taught, because Qiu Ping didn't have a heart fire and a life fire, and he couldn't cultivate, so he could only do things about martial arts.

Hearing Qiu Ping's question, Feng Yi thought for a while and said, "The younger brother was captured by the evil girl last year and almost died, but fortunately, the three brothers and sisters of Brother Xu rescued him and were able to escape. ”

"It turns out that brother, you and Chouyun Sanxiong still have this intersection, but the whereabouts of the three of them are uncertain, if you want to find it, I'm afraid it won't be easy. ”

When Qiu Ping saw Feng Yi jumping on the horse's back, he shook the horse's reins and ran north.

In the middle of the sky, Feng Yi looked at the mountains and forests, and after a moment of silence, he thought: "There will always be a chance to meet in the future." ”

The Baisha River is rich in white sand, and the sand can be panned for dark iron, hence the name.

Along the way, there are many low-grade Xuanxiu warriors washing sand and panning for iron, facing the river, carrying the autumn sun, busy for most of the day, and it is rare to find one or two Xuantie, so it is not hard.

"Dark iron is not very precious, these people wash the sand for ten days, I am afraid that it will be difficult to forge a sword of dark iron that Xuan soldiers need. With so much time to waste, why not devote yourself to cultivation?"

Feng Yi was very puzzled why those people were so upside down, so he spoke with doubts.

Qiu Ping shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Brother, your cultivation is profound, if you need Xuan soldiers, you can go to the wild to hunt demon beasts, and exchange them for Neidan, how simple it is." But they are different, they don't have the strength to hunt demon beasts, and they are not willing to spend more money to exchange for Xuantie, so they suffer more to wash the sand. In the final analysis, it's all because of the lack of cultivation resources, and life is hard. ”

Feng Yi was stunned.

He had never done casual cultivation, so he didn't know the suffering of casual cultivation.

"But speaking of which, brother, what kind of cultivation are you? Brother always feels that he can't see through you. ”

Qiu Ping was very puzzled by Feng Yi's cultivation realm, and he could kill the black-clothed man who had fallen into the demon with one sword, Qiu Ping thought that Feng Yi must be a great power in the Xuan Realm.

But after getting along for a long time, he found that Feng Yi couldn't fly through the air or perform occult arts, which showed that Feng Yi's cultivation had not reached the Xuan Realm.

Qiu Ping himself is a late-stage cultivator in the Inner Breath Realm, and he is only one step away from the Xuan Realm. If Feng Yi was a cultivator below the Xuan Realm, he thought to himself that he couldn't see him through.

Puzzled, Qiu Ping has always wanted to ask, but he has not been able to speak outright, after all, it is not very polite to ask the other party about his cultivation at will.

Now that he is familiar with Feng Yi, he no longer cares about the so-called etiquette, and Qiu Ping finally couldn't help but ask.

Feng Yi said with a smile: "It should have broken through to the Inner Breath Realm last winter, but now, it has not yet broken through to the middle of the Inner Breath Realm." ”

"Huh?" Qiu Ping was dumbfounded, "Wouldn't it?"

"Can I still lie to you?" Feng Yi raised his eyebrows at him.

Qiu Ping nodded, "That must be your skill and martial arts are of extremely high grade, so your combat power will be so strong." ”

Feng Yi was noncommittal.

The "whirring" wind rose, and there were people on the river treading the waves.

Feng Yi heard the wind and looked away. But when he saw that the man was dressed in red, he was a young man of eighteen or nineteen.

The young man was in the heart of the river, and his footsteps were carried down by the wind, which was in line with the churning trend of the river waves, and every time he stepped down, he stepped on the tip of the waves.

All things are powerful, and they can be borrowed. The young man in red borrowed the power of the top of the waves, stepped frequently, although he was not in the air, but he was able to cross the river, the magic of his body and the mastery of light skills attracted Feng Yi couldn't help but praise loudly.

"What a light effort!"

Qiu Ping had already seen the young man in red, and although there was admiration in his eyes, there was more of a strong light of murder and hatred.

Feng Yi glanced at it and said suspiciously, "Brother Qiu knows that person?"

Qiu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "I don't know, but he is from the Fire Clan." ”

"Fire Clan?" Feng Yi was surprised.

The five tribes of Yizhou, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, have no war, and are friendly to each other. However, the Jin clan beasts are frequent, man-made disasters are frequent, and their strength is declining, and the friendship of the past is gradually drifting away with the wind along with the declining strength.

The Fire Clan is adjacent to the Jin Clan, located in the southern Xinjiang of Yizhou, and took the lead in attacking when the Jin Clan was in decline.

When the war started, the Jin clan hated the Fire Clan people to the core. This is ethnic hatred, impersonal personal grudge.

Qiu Ping is the most jealous and hateful, and his feelings for the Jin clan are also very pure, and he has long shouted that he wants to go to the battlefield to fight a bloody battle with the Fire Clan. Now when he saw the Fire Clan, he was naturally furious and killed.

But that young man can tread the waves, and his cultivation must be very profound, at least through the Xuan Realm. Qiu Ping is also self-aware, although he is angry, he is not reckless enough to rush out and kill himself.

Feng Yi doesn't have much affection for the Jin clan, and it can be said that he doesn't have a good impression of the five clans. Because in the Lingwu Mountain Range, the people of the five tribes joined forces to kill the blue-eyed golden eagle Xiao Ash.

The steaming ethnic hatred in Qiu Ping's chest was beyond Feng Yi's experience. He just looked at the red-clothed young man who was treading north in the Baisha River, and thought: "Since he is from the Fire Clan, why did he come to my Jin Clan's territory alone? Isn't he afraid that the Jin Clan's power will come forward to intercept and kill?"

Suddenly, he remembered something again, and hurriedly asked Qiu Pingdao, "How did you tell that he was from the Fire Clan?"

There was not much difference between the five clans in terms of appearance, and that day in the Lingwu Mountain Range, Feng Yi was only able to distinguish who was from the Fire Clan and who was from the Jin Clan according to the differences in the embroidery on the clothes of those old men.

But at this time, Qiu Ping could easily identify it by just looking at it from a distance, and Feng Yi couldn't help but wonder.

Qiu Ping kept his eyes off and stared at the red-clothed young man, "When the Fire Clan people are exercising, their pupils will change into the color of flames. The Mu people are the color of green wood, the water people are the color of blue, the Tu people are dark yellow, and the Jin people are silver and white. ”

Feng Yi suddenly moved his eyes to look at Jiang Xin, and saw that there was a faint red glow in the young man's eyes, but it was quite far away, and the red glow was not obvious.

Feng Yi suddenly thought, "What color are the pupils of my eyes when I exercise?"

Drive the horse to the river, and look into the river.

The water is swaying, and there is a handsome face that is becoming more and more mature. Feng Yi secretly drummed up the Yuan Force, but there was no brilliance on the pupils.

He was suspicious in his heart, and said secretly: "Could it be that I am not from the Jin clan?"

Suddenly, he remembered something again, "No, the master is the prince of the Mu clan, but there is no other color in his pupils when he exercises." ”

Then he thought again: "By the way, Master is proficient in pharmacology and good at alchemy, it must be that the medicine has changed the color of my and his eyes, so that it is convenient to hide his whereabouts and bury his name in the Dragon Yin Sect." ”

The red-clothed young man had already swept past the two of them, and the energy around his body was radiating, startling away many Quenching Realm martial artists who were crouching in the river to wash sand and pan for iron.

"Fire Clan's crumbs, grass!"

Some people are reckless and hot-tempered, and after being drenched in their heads and faces by the waves rolled up by their anger, they can't help but shout and scold.

But after only scolding, he was shocked out by a violent wind slapped by the fire clan boy's probe, and fell on the bank of the river, vomiting blood.

Qiu Ping was furious, and he was about to get up and rush into the river.

Feng Yi hurriedly reached out and grabbed him, "Someone is here again." ”

Qiu Ping followed Feng Yi's gaze and looked north, but saw that on the wide river, a high-rise ship was breaking the waves and heading south.

At the bow of the boat, there were more than a dozen men and women standing side by side, and one of them was a young man in brocade who jumped off the bow of the boat with steps, using the same method as the young man of the Fire Clan, and ran wildly.

One went south, the other went north, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, but neither of them stopped.

"It's the senior brother of the White Sand Gang. Qiu Ping said happily.

"Baisha Gang?" Feng Yi had never heard of this name, and he didn't know which force it was.

Qiu Ping said: "The Baisha Gang is a rare veteran four-grade force in the west, and it is a water business, and the gang base is established on Baisha Mountain at the source of the Baisha River. The Baisha Gang is not under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Sword Sect and is directly under the royal family of the Jin family. ”

Feng Yi nodded, and asked again, "Why did Brother Qiu call that person to be his junior brother?"

Qiu Ping said with a smile: "Speaking of which, brother, I also have something to do with the Baisha Gang. My master was originally the second gang leader of the Baisha Gang, but later he had some disagreements with the gang leader's concept of governing the gang, so he ran away from the gang in a fit of anger and did a wandering practice. ”

Feng Yi let out an "oh", and Qiu Ping continued: "Master has a biased temperament and a great temperament, because there is a deviation in his deeds in this matter, and his cultivation is ruined. Later, I was rescued by chance, so he accepted me as a disciple and passed down the mystical methods of the Baisha Gang. ”

Speaking of this, Qiu Ping turned gloomy, "After the master passed down the Xuanfa, he passed away soon after. Later, I also did casual meditation and traveled all over the world. ”

"Then why didn't you go to the White Sands Gang?" Feng Yi asked.

Qiu Ping shook his head, "Master deliberately confessed before he died, not letting me go back to the Baisha Gang. As for the reason, I thought that coming to his old man's house until the end of the year could not dissipate the anger in my heart. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Zhong again, "Senior Brother Wei Tian is the youngest son of the leader of the Baisha Gang, and he is also the nephew of the master and his old man, and he is also a genius who has only been obtained by the Baisha Gang for hundreds of years. At the age of seventeen, he was already in the early stage of cultivation in the Xuan Realm, ranking ninth on the Xuan List, and he was really a veritable pride of the sky. Instead, I'm ...... Alas, after living for thirty-three years, he could not even compare with a seventeen-year-old boy, and he was a disciple in vain. ”

Qiu Ping sighed, Feng Yi patted him on the shoulder, and said with relief: "You are a loose cultivator, but he has the four grades of power to cultivate. Being surpassed by him for a while does not mean that you are inferior to him. Xuanxiu has a long way to go, and it is not possible to make a conclusion at this time. ”

At this moment, the two teenagers on the river finally met.

"Fire Clan Miscellaneous, dare to be presumptuous in my Jin Clan, looking for death!"

Wei Tian shouted wildly, and a silver steel spear in his right hand rushed out, stabbing the fire clan boy's chest and abdomen.

The other party only smiled softly, paused, stepped on the waves, and pointed like a sword, stabbing obliquely at the steel spear.

The two intersected, and the explosion roared. The air waves are rolling, pushing the waves towards the shore.