The disciples who stood under the stone gate all folded their hands and said in unison, "Senior brother." ”

The Nine Eagles rushed into the Sword Gate like a gust of wind.

He walked briskly towards a place in the courtyard, lined with white lotuses that had come out of the mud, and the winding road stretched to a courtyard.

Nine eagles folded their hands and respectfully paid homage to the person sitting on the stone bench.

Jian Pingfeng held an antique teacup in his hand, and after taking a sip, he lightly put down the cup in his hand.

After looking at his slightly hurried face, he raised his eyes and signaled that Nine Eagle had something to say.

Nine Eagle stretched out his left hand, and the palm of his hand conjured a cloud arrow, which flickered and exuded a trace of blood.

Jian Pingfeng's expression was slightly stunned, and then a wisp of excitement appeared in his eyes.

He got up slowly, stroking the blood-colored cloud arrow, and he slowly spit out a few words as if he had found a treasure: "Finally found ......"

There was a look in his eyes that seemed to be piercing through the autumn water.

"Master, so many years of hard work have finally not been in vain, and your long-standing wish will come true!" Seeing the joy on Jian Pingfeng's face, Jiuying couldn't help but feel a wisp of excitement.

"Yes, whether or not my sword raises the door back to its former glory depends on it. Jian Pingfeng's face revealed an excitement to regain his former look.

"Master, the disciple has something unclear. ”

Jian Pingfeng raised his eyes, and his gaze fell from the cloud arrow to Jiuying's slightly suspicious face: "What's the matter?"

Jiuying paused, and slowly spoke: "Since the cloud arrow is an ancient magic weapon, why hasn't anyone fought for it?"

Jian Pingfeng locked his eyebrows, turned sideways, got up and took a step forward, stared down at the white lotus in the pool, and said, "Since it is an ancient magic weapon, it must also recognize the master." Not just one person can handle it. ”

"That Mo Ziye doesn't have any exercises, but he can also get this kind of magic weapon to recognize the master, he really doesn't know what kind of luck he has. ”

"You come with me...... Jian Pingfeng finished speaking, then put away the cloud arrow and went to another part of the courtyard.

Nine eagles followed, and Jian Pingfeng was not particularly fast, so he looked left and right behind him, and looked down at the black stone paved road under his feet.

It has been three hundred years since I entered the Sword Yang Gate, and the road under my feet seems to be different from the previous walking, and the pace of Jian Pingfeng is sometimes gentle, and sometimes it seems to slow down the strength of my feet, stepping on this.

He didn't care, since the search for the Cloud Arrow was also carried out in secret, then this must also be a secret place.

In a moment, they rounded a mountain, giving Nine Eagle the feeling that he was no longer in the Sword Raising Gate, as if he had entered another situation.

Instantly found that his three hundred years of time were a little in vain?

"This is it. Jian Pingfeng turned sideways and said to Nine Eagles.

Jiu Ying was stunned for a long time, looking up and down at the mountain covered with cyan vines, which looked no different from the outside world: "This ......"

Jian Pingfeng raised his hand and threw away a hanging vine, revealing a three-foot-deep palm print under the vine, his gaze turned from Nine Eagles to the palm print, and then he put his left hand in the palm print.

In an instant, the vines contracted rapidly as if a river was flowing backwards, and a door of streamers came into view.

"Let's go!" Jian Pingfeng finished speaking, and headed towards the streamer gate.

Jiuying was stunned for a long time, the master kept saying that the cloud arrow can also restore the former glory of the sword Yangmen, but he didn't know how to do it.

Looking at the appearance of the master, the secret is inside this door.

Looking at Jian Pingfeng's back, Jiuying paused, and then walked up as well, but as soon as he stepped into this gate of light, a chill hit his whole body.

This chill is by no means an ordinary chill, it is as cold as a knife blade, scraping into every inch of the body's skin.

Nine eagles frowned slightly, what kind of place is this?

"Why don't you leave?" Jian Pingfeng's deep voice came from the front, "It's coming soon." ”

Nine Eagle took a breath, then lifted his foot and continued to move forward.

The further you go, the more severe the chill gets.

He stared ahead, only to realize that these were 10,000-year-old Xuanbing, but this 10,000-year-old Xuanbing was only available in the Bone Devouring Peak of the Holy Spirit Mountain, how could this Sword Yangmen be this 10,000-year-old Xuanbing?

In the middle of the night, Jian Pingfeng stopped in front of him, staring at the front with a slightly deep gaze, and in front of him was a spherical 10,000-year-old Xuanbing, with an arched door open.

He bowed to the spherical 10,000-year-old Xuanbing, glanced around with a slightly apprehensive expression, and then approached the spherical 10,000-year-old Xuanbing.

Inside the spherical 10,000-year-old ice, the light was much darker, but the cold air was ten times that outside, as if in the middle of summer, it was impressively entering the ice and snow.

A white shadow flashed in the pupils of Nine Eagles, he paused, and bypassed behind Jian Pingfeng, an ice coffin made of 10,000-year-old Xuan Ice stood impressively in the center.

Through the ice coffin, a long, flat black shadow can be vaguely seen inside, as if there is a person lying inside, and such a black shadow will be refracted.

Jian Pingfeng walked towards the ice coffin step by step, his expression became more and more heavy, he raised his hand and waved, and the ice coffin was opened.

He bowed with his hands folded again, and then conjured up the cloud arrow, and sighed heavily: "Success or failure will be done again." ”

Nine Eagle was very strange, he had never seen Jian Pingfeng like this, so he also stepped forward and looked at the ice coffin.

In an instant, Nine Eagles froze in place like a stone for a few seconds.

Inside the ice coffin, a man about twenty years old, dressed in blood-red clothes, lay quietly inside as if he were asleep.

Fair as jade skin, delicate and handsome face.

Nine Eagles couldn't help but wonder, who was he?

Why did they lie in this ice coffin made of 10,000-year-old ice?

What does he have to do with Jianyangmen?

The cloud arrow above Jian Pingfeng's palm, the trace of blood emitted, was reflected on the man's body, making him look particularly secretive.

Jian Pingfeng transformed the cloud arrow into the man's heart, and in an instant, Jiuying saw the man's heart that had stopped beating through the blood-red clothes in a trance, beating again.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Jiuying couldn't help but look startled, his forehead was unconsciously covered with a layer of sweat, and his brows were locked even deeper.

Jian Pingfeng also noticed the strangeness of the man in the ice coffin, and he suddenly laughed and said: "Finally, Ancestor, as long as you come back, then the world, the peach blossoms at the end of the world will be ours." Then will we be afraid of the southern night? ”

The word ancestor entered his ears, Jiuying suddenly didn't stabilize his footing, suddenly turned sideways, and slowly held back a few words after a while: "Master, you said that this is the ancestor of our Sword Yang Sect?"

Jian Pingfeng looked at Jiuying with a panicked expression, patted him on the shoulder meaningfully, and said, "He is the ancestor who led me three hundred years ago to raise my sword to raise the door and shock the world, Jian Zhu. ”

He ...... Didn't he separate himself from the palace master of Wuyun Palace three hundred years ago, and ...... together, "Nine Eagles is still unbelievable, how can a person who has been dead for three hundred years be resurrected?"