Ling Haochu and Xu Qingyun walked side by side, surrounded by buildings covered with clouds and mist, as well as various flowers and plants, entangled in the slow aura.

The rainbow light that slipped through the sky, it was the disciples of the Xuanming Sect who went out to practice, sometimes coming back, sometimes going out, and most of the cultivation was around the Linghai realm.

The two of them had already walked into Xu Qingyun's residence in a short time, and along the way, Xu Qingyun was observing Ling Haochu intentionally or unintentionally, but he didn't find any flaws along the way.

This made him a little frightened, Xu Qingyun was the top Tianjiao of this Xuanming Sect, he was born unparalleled, and no opponent of the same level was invincible.

But he has always felt that there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky, and he dare not underestimate anyone, this time Xu Qingyun deeply felt the strength coming from Ling Haochu's body, which made him very excited.

Xu Qingyun suddenly opened his mouth and smiled: "Brother Ling, there are three of your friends in the Xuanming Sect, they said they wanted to see you, so I left them behind, and now that you are here, you can just go and have a look." ”

"Friends?"

Ling Hao was puzzled at the beginning, he didn't have any friends, and if he was a friend, it might be the group of people he met in the ancestral land, could it be...

He thought about it for a moment and decided that it would be okay to see him, so he nodded.

Xuanming Peach Forest.

Pink peach petals, brown peach trees, green meadows. It's like a fairyland on earth, if you lie on the ground, it's more comfortable than in bed, and you can feel the fragrance of peach blossoms.

But at this time, no one dared to feel the fragrance of the peach forest, but saw the petals falling from the depths of the peach forest, and the sword light and sword shadow flashed, and several figures were entangled together, making the sound of the impact of weapons.

From time to time, the figures eventually separated.

The petals fluttered in the wind, gently swaying the peach branches, the rustling sound was extremely crisp, and the figures were facing each other, and the strong breath was colliding, making people feel a little breathless.

There are a total of five figures, one of them is holding a sword to confront him, black clothes are like ink, the man's face is resolute and handsome, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, standing in place like a sharp sword, the sword aura is horizontal.

But the corners of his mouth overflowed with a touch of donated blood, his face was a little pale, his eyes were still staring at each other, and there was a person in front of him standing there dumbfounded, unable to move.

"It's time for you to go..."

The man in black muttered, shook his sword slightly, and suddenly saw that the body of the person in front of him seemed to have received an inexplicable force, and his body suddenly fell apart.

The original spirit also disappeared.

There were only three of the four people in front of them, their faces changed slightly, the atmosphere was solemn, and after being silent for a while, one person finally walked out.

The young man seemed to know that his side might not be an opponent, so he said helplessly: "Why did the disciples of the Western Heaven Sword Demon come to look for me?"

He glanced at the black-clothed figure again, the strong sword aura was like a thin thread, extremely terrifying, just now he fought four of himself in a row, and he was actually only slightly injured.

"Find my friend. The black-clothed figure said lightly, but the aura was quietly running in his body, treating the injuries in his body.

When the young man heard this, the corner of his eyes jumped, looking for a friend? Looking for a friend wouldn't kill one of them, would he?

Although he didn't care about it himself, after all, this was the rule of the cultivation world, and if that person was familiar with him, maybe he would help him.

Turning his head and glancing at the remaining three people suspiciously, he saw that the three of them shook their heads at the same time, turned their heads and said, "Your Excellency, there is no one you know here, right?"

"Of course not, because that person is me!"

At this time, before the black-clothed figure could respond, a deep voice was heard.

When everyone heard the sound, their faces changed slightly, and the secret path finally came.

But I saw two figures walking side by side, one purple and one white, the purple-clothed figure looked indifferent, and the breath was restrained and calm, but there was a sense of oppression from the inside out, like a pine.

The white-clothed man is better than the snow, and his aura is not weaker than the purple-clothed one, unlike his sense of oppression, the man in white has a faint sense of gentleness, which has never been revealed.

"Ling Haochu, Xu Qingyun!"

"Xiao Wuji, Haoyang, meet again!"

Ling Haochu spoke, glanced at them casually, didn't say anything, and when he came, he had already sensed what was going on with his divine sense.

The few people that Xiao Wuji co-opted, a loose cultivator man died, but this is normal, although the strength of their group is not weak, but some people are not in sight, and sooner or later they will learn a lesson.

"You know?" Ling Haochu said to Xiao Wuji.

"Got it......"

Xiao Wuji smiled bitterly, in the battle of Ziyun that day, Ling Haochu's senior brothers were invincible, and they captured the seventh son of Ziyun in one fell swoop, and became the eldest disciple of Dixuanzi, with an extraordinary status.

The most ugly face was Chen Cen, who looked down on Ling Haochu the most, but after going to the ceremony to understand it, he saw Ling Haochu competing for the seventh son of Ziyun in the Purple Cloud Sect.

At that moment, his Dao heart actually had a sense of cracking, Chen Cen couldn't believe that Ling Haochu was actually a person from the Purple Cloud Sect, and if he wanted to enter there, he might be able to enter the Imperial Palace even better!

He silently lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Ling Haochu.

"That's good. Ling Haochu responded slightly, looked at Huang Haoyang and smiled: "What wind blew you here?"

"There are all the sects in the Mountain Selection Ceremony, and after I captured the Eastern Heaven Sword, I came here and wanted to march into the Holy Road with you. ”

Huang Haoyang said lightly, but he said it unintentionally, and the listener had intention.

Xu Qingyun smiled faintly and didn't say anything, but Xiao Wuji and the others were shocked, and now they finally know why the other party is so strong!

The Sword Dao Sect is one of the six sects of the vast expanse, and like the Purple Cloud Sect, they all have a title, that is, the Four Directions Sword, like the Four Poles Divine Beast, the four major swords of the east, west, north and south.

The West Heaven Sword Demon teaches different swordsmanship from all sides, and the East Pole Fang Jianzi, comprehending the sword intent of the Green Dragon, is fierce and domineering, Huang Haoyang is the East Heaven Sword Demon, which shows that he is the personal disciple of the West Heaven Sword Demon.

He is also the leader of the younger generation of the East Pole Heaven, and there will be a seat in the holy road, if he does not fall, he will definitely be able to become holy!

Now Chen Cen's heart seems to be balanced... At least the people who beat us are pretty good.

"East Pole Heavenly Sword?"

Ling Haochu had obviously heard of it, he didn't refuse Huang Haoyang to cooperate with him, he trusted the other party.

At this time, Xu Qingyun said: "Since they are all guests, and they are all going to enter the Holy Road to compete, why don't we form a team for the time being?"

The young sect of the Xuanming Sect is invincible here, and it is not weak compared to Huang Haoyang and others, this is his territory, and his voice is higher.

Everyone was silent for a long time, each with their own calculations in their hearts, and the most important thing was what about the division of the saint-level relics?

Ling Haochu, Huang Haoyang, and Xu Qingyun form a giant-level lineup, so what should they do?

(End of chapter)