The sea of clouds is rippling, and the mist is thick, like a fairyland. Although it is a place with a very high altitude, the oxygen is abundant, and there is no smog in big cities, so it is refreshing to breathe.

This is the Yunhai Cliff.

Under the leadership of the old man, everyone saw the scenery along the way, sighed and sighed, and envied the cultivation environment of the Yunzhan Sect.

In a short time, they finished the outer road and reached the central area of the Yunhai Cliff.

Stepping into the majestic ancient wooden gate towering into the clouds, as far as the eye can see, there are spectacular buildings everywhere, atmospheric and luxurious, like an ancient imperial palace, almost no breath of modern society, at most only some elder-level figures are tinkering with smartphones.

The most conspicuous place is still the huge martial arts arena, paved with rocks that have been tempered by formations, with a faint halo, and runes circulate, where the disciples of the Cloud Battle Sect are engaged in daily cultivation and exchange.

Only this kind of field is enough to support the battle of the super powerhouses, and it will not be destroyed by them during the battle. In an ordinary ring, the aftermath of the battle between heaven-level powerhouses can easily be torn apart.

"They were participants in the Martial Alliance Conference and guests of the Cloud Battle Sect, bringing them to the guest room. "The old man arranged for the ten disciples of the Cloud Battle Sect who came over.

When Ling Yu and the others were ushered into their guest room, there were many eyes not far away, either surprised, surprised, or cold......

"Wan Jizi senior, I once mentioned to you that the man holding the baby is not bad, and he has a life-saving grace for me, and it is definitely worth our friendship!"

In one of them, Chu Yunhe was speaking to an old man with an ethereal breath beside him.

Beside the two, there is a group of young people, all of whom have extraordinary temperaments, and their expressions are more or less arrogant, and they are obviously the best of their generation.

The Martial Alliance and the Dao Palace, corresponding to the Martial Artist and the Daoist, are both super forces at the level of Chinese giants, and the two belong to a friendly relationship.

The Wumeng Conference was a major event held by the Wumeng, and these people were sent by the Dao Palace as representatives to observe, and Chu Yunhe was one of them.

"Really?"

The old man said two words slowly, he was much taller than Chu Yunhe, and he looked like he had broken a hundred.

With pale white hair, a wrinkled face, and lazily squinted eyes, he sat motionless in the chair, and thought he was a dead man if he didn't know it.

But everyone, including Chu Yunhe, stood respectfully and gathered around him, it was obvious that he was the head of their line of business, and his status was high.

"Hmm. Chu Yunhe nodded, looking forward to his next words.

"So what?" The eyes of the old man, who was called a thousand-character predecessor by Chu Yunhe, widened slightly, and a ray of palpitating essence flashed, and in his flat voice was the arrogance engraved into the bone marrow.

Chu Yunhe was stunned and was about to speak, but was lightly interrupted by a woman beside him.

"Okay, the teacher is not interested in him, Chu Lao doesn't need to say more. ”

This young woman is dressed in ancient costume, her eyebrows are picturesque, her posture is slender and graceful, her white and crystal face is cold, and her bright eyes are filled with indifference and confidence, which is very different from the others present, giving people a feeling of standing out from the crowd.

And the others looked at her gaze, either in love or in envy.

"Bai Lingzi, you haven't seen his abilities with your own eyes, so you don't know ......" Chu Yunhe patiently said, but was interrupted again.

Bai Lingzi said without being salty or indifferent: "Old Chu, how rich the teacher's experience is, what kind of genius and demon haven't you seen? What makes you feel amazing may not be worth mentioning at all in the eyes of the teacher." After all, you're not even a divine master. ”

Chu Yunhe's brows furrowed, "Are you mocking me?"

Bai Lingzi glanced at him and said lightly: "I'm just stating an objective fact." ”

Chu Yunhe was silent, some people are very arrogant, and they also have arrogant capital, but they will be blinded by arrogance, Wan Jizi and his proud disciples are obviously this kind of people. He just wanted Dao Gong to have a powerful friend, but he was ridiculed for not seeing the world.

The others thought that Chu Yunhe was dissatisfied and spoke one after another.

"Old Chu, don't be angry, Sister Bailingzi didn't mean to mock you. ”

"However, you are indeed exaggerating, I think he is only about twenty years old, no matter how talented he is, it is not worth our initiative to befriend. ”

"Well, yes, it should be that he took the initiative to befriend us, and if he really has some ability, we don't mind......"

Chu Yunhe shook his head and said expressionlessly, "You don't understand......"

Bai Lingzi and Wan Jizi glanced at each other, and they both saw the faint disdain in each other's eyes.

At this moment, there was a lot of movement outside, which attracted everyone's attention.

They turned to look and saw a group of disciples wearing the uniforms of the Cloud Battle Sect standing at the door of a room, with a menacing momentum, looking unkind.

"That's ...... Mr. Ling's room. Chu Yunhe's pupils shrank slightly.

"Presumably, he's in trouble......" Bai Lingzi looked away, obviously too lazy to pay more attention.

"I didn't expect them to be here, it's really a narrow road. A young man with an embarrassed figure spoke up, it was none other than Zhang Tong, who had been taught by Ling Yu earlier.

"However, it also gives me a chance to take revenge, Childe and Miss Ouyang will be here soon, I have to deal with everything before and atone for my crimes!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the people behind him rushed in.

Soon, there was a terrible wail, the breaking of things, the dull sound of flesh colliding with the ground.

Zhang Tong's right eyelid jumped wildly, and a strong uneasiness rose in his heart, the plot didn't seem to develop as expected?

He shook his head and shook off the thoughts he shouldn't have, "No, they are all good players carefully selected by me, and with tacit understanding, they can even crush me if they go together......"

Before he could finish speaking, the wooden gate shattered into sawdust, and one after another figures flew out upside down, or smashed through the walls, or smashed the earth, and the scarlet blood splattered in a shocking way!

(End of chapter)