The night parted, and the sky began to lighten.

At the foot of Qingyuan Mountain, in a ruined temple, Lao Dao and Liu Shuang didn't sleep all night, with big dark circles under their eyes.

It's not that they don't want to sleep, but they don't dare to be careless in the slightest when they are out of the chassis of Qingyuan Sect.

They didn't know why Yunyang wanted to come to the chassis of Qingyuan Sect, you know, ordinary demon hunters didn't dare to come here.

Even if it was a mountain guarding disciple of the Qingyuan Sect, it was not something they could resist, let alone if they angered the elders of the Qingyuan Sect, it would be even more than worth the loss.

"Boss, it's dawn. The old knife came to Yunyang and said timidly.

Yun Yang slowly opened his eyes, and spat out a mouthful of turbid breath, after a night of cultivation, his strength improved a few points.

"The old peasants have not yet appeared, and most of them are more than lucky. The old knife said with a sad face.

Liu Shuang's brows were deeply locked, and he continued: "There was a lot of movement in the Qingyuan Sect yesterday, if it is really an old farmer, I am afraid he has ......"

Yesterday, Qingyuan Sect moved, and the old farmer suddenly disappeared, and the old knife and the two also faintly guessed some situations.

The old farmer is just an alchemist who gathers a lot of sources, and compared with the behemoth of Qingyuan Sect, it is not worth mentioning at all, and most of the old farmers will not be able to come back this time.

It is imperative to leave the territory of Qingyuan Sect as soon as possible, so as not to get into trouble.

"Let's go. Yunyang stretched his waist, his face was calm, and then Lao Dao couldn't help but ask, "Boss, where are we going next?"

"Up the hill!"

The old knife was stunned for a while, then his eyes widened, and he involuntarily looked at Qingyuan Mountain next to him, which was like a fierce tiger, and asked in a trembling voice: "Which mountain to go to?"

"Qingyuan Mountain!"

Yun Yang's voice was calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, and the old knife and Liu Shuang on the side were already stunned.

At the foot of Qingyuan Mountain, Qingyuan Sect!

At this moment, the disciples of the mountain guard returned to their posts, although there were drastic changes in the sect yesterday, but they did not dare to slack off on the task of guarding.

"Who's coming!?"

The disciple guarding the mountain blocked the way of the three of them, and at this time, the old knife and Liu Shuang on the side did not dare to gasp, and their legs trembled uncontrollably.

"Go up the mountain and retrieve my sword!" Yun Yang said lightly.

The face of the disciple guarding the mountain changed, and he scolded: "Where did you come from, boy, how can your sword deserve to appear in my Qingyuan Sect? If you want to make trouble, you must also distinguish the occasion! This is the Qingyuan Sect!"

Yun Yang's face was not shocked: "My sword is on the mountain, don't believe it, you will know if you take me up the mountain." ”

"What a bunch of nonsense! Just three Juyuan and one heavy cultivator dare to spread wild in front of my Qingyuan Sect, I think you are tired of being alive!" The disciple guarding the mountain was furious, and instantly drew his sword and faced each other.

Bite!

When his sword touched and was about to touch Yunyang, Yunyang's vine hand came out, like a dragon smashing into the sea, and before the mountain guard disciple could react, the saber in his hand was knocked to the ground.

So fast!

The disciple guarding the mountain was taken aback, and his face was as if he had turned on a marquee, which was extremely exciting.

"Boy, you're finished! You dare to make a move on my Qingyuan Sect disciple!"

The disciple guarding the mountain felt that he had been greatly humiliated, his face was full of anger, and he even took out the Qingyuan Sect's messenger arrow and released it into the air, but from beginning to end, Yun Yang did not make a move to stop it.

Halfway up the mountain, Luo Shaoqing was taking stock of the confused accounts over the years, he was the first elder to recognize Long Qingyuan yesterday, after Long Qingyuan solved several elders who were in the same stream yesterday, the vacancy of the mountain guard elder was naturally topped by him.

Luo Shaoqing, who was anxious, was upset when he suddenly heard the sound of the arrow, and he couldn't calm down.

Someone broke into the mountain!?

Luo Shaoqing looked at the crimson arrow in the sky, and a trace of displeasure flashed on his face.

At this time, someone came to break into the mountain, didn't they want to take advantage of the turmoil in their Qingyuan Sect to rob while the fire came?

Thinking of this, Luo Shaoqing took an arrow step, like a ghost, and soon appeared at the mountain gate.

Well?

Seeing the three of Yunyang, Luo Shaoqing's face turned angry, glared at several disciples guarding the mountain, and reprimanded: "Bastard!

The three Juyuan martial artists were about to release the arrows to guard the mountain, but they didn't know, and they thought that their Qingyuan Sect was so downtrodden that even the Juyuan monks couldn't deal with it!

The disciples guarding the mountain trembled, and the word grievance was written on their faces.

"I'll retrieve my sword!"

At this moment, Yun Yang on the side said lightly.

Luo Shaoqing didn't even look at him, and said impatiently: "Your sword, how can you go to my Qingyuan Sect, don't disturb the old man's mood, otherwise, make you look good!"

"My sword was lent to Long Qingyuan yesterday. Yunyang continued.

As soon as the words fell, Lao Dao and Liu Shuang's faces changed suddenly in fright, Boss, God, do you know who Long Qingyuan is!

Over the years, going south and north, Lao Dao and Liu Shuang have more or less heard some news about Qingyuan Sect, and they also know that Long Qingyuan's disappearance is not simple.

However, it was precisely because they knew this that they knew that the name Long Qingyuan was taboo for the Qingyuan Sect, and whoever mentioned it was unlucky.

"It's over, these have completely offended Qingyuanzong to death, I'm afraid I don't know how I'll die later. Lao Dao complained bitterly in his heart, thinking that there were still wives and children at home, and his nose was a little sour.

Liu Shuang was also frightened at this time, the elder standing in front of them, at least a monk in the Condensation Source Realm, could pinch them to death with one finger.

Just when the two of them felt that this was a mortal situation, the high-ranking Qingyuan Sect elder in front of them was as frightened as them.

"You...... Are you the owner of the rusty sword!?" Luo Shaoqing's voice began to tremble, and he couldn't help but think of the scene when the thousand-yuan sword formation was forced yesterday.

Shock!

Even if it has been a night, every time I think of the scene when the rusty sword broke through the air from the bottom of the mountain and hit a thousand swords, I can't help but feel my heart rise and fall, and I am shocked inexplicably!

Not only Luo Shaoqing, but the disciples of Handshan on the side couldn't help but tremble when they heard Luo Shaoqing's words, and their eyes flashed with thick fear.

Yun Yang nodded slightly, without any emotional ups and downs on his face, as if the rusty sword was just an ordinary thing.

"It's terrible!" Luo Shaoqing's pupils shrank suddenly, and the shock on his face became a little thicker.

Oh my God! A boy who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old was the owner of that terrible rusty sword!

Although Yunyang only has the strength of Juyuan Yizhong, Luo Shaoqing did not dare to be careless at this time, you must know that as strong as Long Qian was also defeated by that rusty sword, let alone them......

Luo Shaoqing personally led Yunyang up the mountain, and the disciples guarding the mountain couldn't stand still: "No, I want to inform them that the owner of the rusty sword is here!!"

The owner of the Rusty Sword has gone up the mountain!!

This news spread quickly, and before Yunyang came to the front of the Qingyuan Palace, many disciples had already gathered in front of the Qingyuan Hall by taking a shortcut.

They all wanted to see what kind of character the owner of the Terrifying Rusty Sword was.

"I heard the news from the disciple who guarded the mountain, saying that it was a young man who was about the same age as us, Manshan, what do you think, do you want to recognize another big brother. A disciple quipped.

When Manshan heard this, he looked disdainful: "Unless it's my eldest brother who comes, otherwise, who can pull out this sword, it is impossible!"

"I heard that the man is quite handsome, I don't know if he is married?" said a female disciple with a look.

In front of the Qingyuan Palace, there was a crowd of people, and everyone was talking about it, and they were looking forward to it.

Da! Da! Da!

Finally, a footstep came, and Yun Yang was wearing an ordinary gray robe, but the tenacity reflected on his immature face added a different style to this ordinary touch.

Is that him!?

It doesn't look as strong as the brute mountain!

Everyone held their breath and watched as Yunyang approached the Rusty Sword step by step.

Can he really pull it out?

No, let's pretend to be forced, he can't even pull out the barbarian mountain, how can he ......

Zheng!

A sword roar rose into the sky, deafening, breaking the doubts of everyone present.

Yesterday's scene of the surrender of the thousand swords appeared again, and the swords on everyone's bodies were trembling, as if they might come out of their hands at any time.

True...... It's true!!!

Good...... So handsome!!

The sword qi soared into the sky, and all the disciples of the Qingyuan Sect were extremely shocked at this moment.

A pair of eyes fell on Yun Yang's body, as if looking at a god, full of awe, this point, even Long Qingyuan couldn't do.

But at the same time, there were a few disciples who had just spoken disrespectfully, and they were all extremely afraid at this time, for fear that Yun Yang would listen to Fang Cai's words into their ears, and as soon as the sword fell, they would be wiped out!

On the other side, the old knife and Liu Shuang, who had been standing beside Yun Yang, looked at Yun Yang and were extremely shocked.

At that time, they had laughed at Yunyang in private, but now, just a few days, it turns out that they should be ridiculed.

"Sword Master!"

I don't know who shouted, but he was the first to shout, and then everyone shouted in unison.

"Sword Master!"

"Sword Master!"

"Sword Master!".

......

The scene was extremely shocking, and at this moment, the door of the Qingyuan Hall slowly opened, only to hear the sect master of the Qingyuan Sect, Long Qingyuan, shouting respectfully: "Master!"