Ziwei Sect ranks among the three sects and three factions in the Snow Country, and is one of the top sect forces in the Snow Country.

After hundreds of years of operation, it is not an exaggeration that the mountain gate of the Ziwei Sect can be said to be the most heavily defended place in the Heavenly Desolate Realm, although since the battle of the Temple of Light, the Ziwei Sect has begun to decline, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the Ziling Mountain is still not a place where anyone can break into.

Of course, all this is not a problem for Ye Qingyu.

Starting from the mountain gate, the mountain protection rune formations that the Ziwei Sect had set up one after another for hundreds of years along the way had never moved, as if when Ye Qingyu passed through each formation, it was just a gentle mountain wind, and it didn't even stir up the slightest ripple of the formation's halo.

There was no warning in the formation, and the people of the Ziwei Sect on the top of the mountain naturally did not have any sense.

Even along the way, there were a few disciples who had passed by Ye Qingyu, but they didn't feel the slightest breath of him.

With Ye Qingyu's current cultivation, as long as he didn't want to be discovered, even if the status of the Ziwei Sect passed by him, he wouldn't see his existence, let alone sense his breath.

In the blink of an eye, tea time passed.

Ye Qingyu had already walked near the top of the mountain.

Along the way, he took in the scenery of the Ziwei Sect and the mountain gate.

After stepping up the last ninety-nine steps, the majestic hall with heavy eaves and nine ridges first appeared in front of him.

This carved fence and jade building, the big hall with green tile and red eaves is surrounded by a circle of thousand-year-old crape myrtle trees, like the stars holding the moon.

The top of the main hall towers into the clouds, as if to penetrate the sky, extending towards the endless void, and the eight-sided cornices are carved with statues of ancient beasts of different shapes, or roaring up to the sky, or swooping forward, all of which are vivid and lifelike.

On both sides of the main hall, there are more than a dozen finely carved pavilions, beautiful, very sectarian pavilions, the stone walls of these buildings are carved with crape myrtle totems, injected by different rune formations, exuding a slight purple light.

At the front of all the buildings and the main hall is a square paved with white jade slabs in a radius of 1,000 acres.

The stone slabs on the square are extremely special, on each white jade slab, there is a taste totem with exquisite carving, similar to runes, and the totem pattern exudes purple light, rendering the entire hall like a purple sea.

It can be said that the grandeur of the mountain gate of the Ziwei Sect is not much worse than Xuejing, and it has more immortal energy, just like a fairyland outside the world.

But Ye Qingyu didn't stop at all.

The man he was looking for was not here.

After passing by more than a dozen pavilions and sacrificial halls on the left, we passed through the square in front of the main hall of crape myrtle.

Along the way, Ye Qingyu did not stop.

After he crossed the square, he walked in the direction of the back mountain of Ziling Mountain.

After circumventing several winding paths carved out of the rocks, the scenery in front of you gradually became a little deep and desolate.

The scattered bushes seem to have not been cleaned up for a long time, and the accumulated fallen leaves are knee-deep.

That's when —

Ye Qingyu's consciousness moved, and suddenly showed a faint smile, "This little guy is here." ”

Immediately, his body moved, and the light and shadow flashed slightly, blending with the mountain wind.

In the back mountain dojo.

This dojo covers an area of about 40 acres and is the first generation of dojo established in the place where the crape myrtle sect was founded.

Hundreds of years ago, since the sect was established, it became more and more grand, and the number of disciples under the sect increased day by day, this dojo could no longer accommodate so many disciples to cultivate, so the Ziwei Sect opened up a larger dojo in other places, and this original dojo gradually became uncared for, and after a few years, it became a deserted land.

Ye Qingyu appeared on the edge of the dojo.

He stood on the stone pavement of fallen leaves, looking at the square stone platform in the center of the dojo in the distance.

On the stone platform, there is a young man who is practicing swordsmanship alone.

The young man was a little thin, his body was not very tall, he was wearing the clothes of a low-level disciple of the Ziwei Sect, and the fluctuations of the vitality exuded during cultivation were not strong, probably around thirty Lingquan, and the swordsmanship he cultivated was only the most rudimentary [Zixia Condensation Frost Technique] of the Ziwei Sect, obviously this ordinary young man did not have a high status in the Ziwei Sect.

The young man in the center of the dojo didn't notice that there was a second person in the dojo.

He was engrossed, his spirit and spirit were concentrated, as if he was really fighting against people, between the flow of the sword, in the void, a light purple, like ink-like traces like a spirit snake dancing, after a few breaths, the young man's figure gradually merged with the sword shape, between the moves, the whole person seemed to have turned into a long sword with purple light, and the flow of the surrounding air began to become slow, faintly, there was a trace of law and rhyme.

After a full cup of tea, the boy finished practicing a complete set of sword tricks.

He slowly withdrew his sword momentum and stood up, his face slightly ruddy, and then he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Okay!" Ye Qingyu approved.

His body flickered like a pattern of light, and then turned from virtual to real.

"Who?!"

The young man was surprised in his heart, his body froze, and he followed the prestige, and saw the figure in the light pattern, first full of vigilance, and then suddenly felt that this figure was a little familiar, and then his eyes appeared in disbelief, and the whole person was in an extremely shocked and excited mood.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The figure in white clothes like jade and black hair like a waterfall...... Is it really that person?

After the young man confirmed it repeatedly, his voice finally trembled and exclaimed, "You...... You...... Leaf...... You are Lord Ye!"

This young man who looks a little honest, a little cowardly, and even a little stupid, is called Li Rui.

Today, Ye Qingyu is here for this young man.

Back then, Youyan Pass was raided by the demon clan, and the breeze and drizzle building was also ambushed by the demon clan, in that battle, the originally inconspicuous Li Rui had twice made Ye Qingyu feel bright. Once, as a disciple of the Ziwei Sect with the lowest cultivation, when his beloved Senior Sister Nanhua was in danger, he once stood in front of her, and even willingly died for her. Another time, it was he who was seriously injured, standing in front of Miao Xiu, a fake disciple who was disguised by the little girl in the Dark Immovable City.

Ye Qingyu saw a kind of bravery and fearlessness that was different from ordinary people in the young man who pointed at the tip of his sword and nose but did not flinch at all.

Although Li Rui's legs were soft and his teeth trembled because of fear, the stubbornness and persistence that insisted on his belief in right and wrong still supported him to stand up and stand to the end, so that Ye Qingyu at that time was deeply impressed by this Li Rui, and he has always paid attention to it later.

......

A moment later.

In the gazebo on the east side of the dojo.

Li Rui, who was sitting on the stone bench, was a little stiff, and his demeanor was a little cramped and nervous.

He was even more respectful and awe-inspiring of Lord Ye who had seen this demeanor and charm for the first time, although there was no fluctuation of vitality, but there was an invisible majesty and momentum.

What I respect is Lord Ye's cultivation, talent, ambition, and demeanor and attitude of guiding the country, especially after hearing that Lord Ye has revitalized the Temple of Light since he entered Xuejing, and his strength and combat power that broke out in the first battle of Xuejing, and he is known as the first god of war in the Heavenly Desolate Realm.

But he was also afraid.

This is a kind of instinctive feeling of the weak for the top strong in the martial arts world.

"How many years have you been in the Ziwei Sect?" Ye Qingyu seemed to see Li Rui's nervousness, smiled slightly, and tried to ease the atmosphere.

"Gift...... Lord Yuba...... Seven...... It's been seven years......" Li Rui was a little annoyed, as soon as he was nervous, he would stutter unconsciously, but he didn't want to show such an embarrassed side in front of his idol, and desperately cheered himself up in his heart, hinting that he should not panic, but the more this happened, for some reason, the more his heart beat faster, and his whole body trembled gently as if it was uncontrollable.

"Seven years...... Then why are you still cultivating this first-level sword technique?" Ye Qingyu said with a smile.

"Leaf ...... Lord Ye, Li Rui's qualifications are dull...... And it took these two years to start practicing swordsmanship...... So......" He still stuttered a little, but his expression was much calmer than before.

"I remember seeing you in Youyan Pass that day, you didn't hold a sword, how could you suddenly start to practice swordsmanship in the past two years?" Ye Qingyu caught a glimpse of the primary-level spirit soldier long sword in his hand that was extremely weak.

"Lord Ye...... In the battle of the breeze and drizzle building, your swordsmanship is very powerful...... I...... You...... I want to practice swordsmanship...... can be ......" Li Rui said extremely cautiously, the figure of a sword in white back then, for him, has always been very clearly engraved in his mind, like an idol and a god.

"Hahahaha...... I see...... Yes, yes, swordsmanship is a gentleman among martial arts weapons, soft and indecisive, but when it is critical, he can attack quickly, in terms of your temperament, it is indeed very suitable for you. Ye Qingyu smiled and looked at the young man in front of him again with a hint of appreciation.

Is Lord Ye praising his cultivation of swordsmanship?

Li Rui became more and more excited, and he became more and more nervous.

He remembered the scene when he was poisoned by demons and his life hung by a thread, and Lord Ye came to save him, as well as Lord Ye's confident, resolute, and fearless attitude in the face of the attack of the demons and sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

The mentality and momentum that he has accumulated are exactly what Li Rui lacks, and even what he desires but cannot seek.

"Actually, you don't need to hide your strength like this......" Ye Qingyu said as if very casually.

Li Rui's face was stunned, and his figure, which had finally stabilized, began to tremble unconsciously, "Ye ...... My lord...... You have experienced ...... You've ...... Got it...... You...... See?"

Ye Qingyu smiled slightly and nodded.

In fact, when Ye Qingyu first met Li Rui, he had already discovered that although this kid only showed more than thirty spiritual springs of cultivation, in fact, his real cultivation had already reached the peak of the Bitter Sea Realm, but what method did he use, he was very careful to hide his cultivation.

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I got up at five o'clock in the morning to pick up the editor, and now I just took a breath and came back to update, so everyone has been waiting for a long time.

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