After three months.

Northern cold and snowy region.

In a winding mountain range, Lu Qingfeng held a green bamboo cane in his hand and walked into the depths.

Outer.

The four rays of Xuan Light suddenly appeared, did not stagnate, and directly submerged into Lu Qingfeng's body.

Return of the Demon God.

"There are nine Tiansan people in Lingnan, as long as they don't trespass into Dahao and Dameng, even Maoshan Dao and Shenxiao Sect are not necessarily the opponents of this Daoist brother."

Lu Qingfeng smiled.

Three months ago.

He came out of the bleak cold stream with the Nine Heavens Sanren, who went to Lingnan in the west. flew all the way, and arrived in Lingnan a month ago.

The speed was more than a month faster than that of Lu Qingfeng and Lin Ye at the beginning.

However, at that time, Lu Qingfeng was in order to control Lin Ye, and Lin Ye controlled the immortal weapon to escape, and his speed was limited.

This time, Lu Qingfeng was alone, and after being separated from the Nine Heavens Sanren, a 'Five Ghosts Carrying Dafa' crossed the Black Sea and the Gangfeng Thunder and Fire from the middle of the southern part of the Four Holy Immortal Domains to the Northern Cold Snow Domain.

It's time-consuming, but it's instantaneous.

The power of the great supernatural power is incomparable to the Nine Heavens Scattered People.

"Three months."

"I've finally found it."

Lu Qingfeng ran to the northern cold and snowy region for three months, and he was never sure where Zhang Yang was. On this day, the four demon gods who originally guarded Lingnan returned, and Lu Qingfeng also happened to find their location.

In the middle of the jungle.

Lu Qingfeng strode over, only to see that on the platform on the top of the mountain, two bottomless pools, the water rippled, and it was not frozen.

One of them was black and unreal, and there was no breath leaking. But the other sip is full of fairy breath, and mortals can prolong their lives for a hundred years if they drink one sip. Even if the monk drinks it, he can make great progress in cultivation.

Such a treasure is placed in the outer room.

Only on the side, someone opened a cave, and two monks were meditating and practicing in the cave. Lu Qingfeng glanced at it casually, and could see at a glance that these two monks were just Jindan cultivators.

"Dressed in a peach blossom shirt, this is a monk of the Peach Blossom Sword Sect."

Lu Qingfeng's heart moved, and he was about to use his means to capture the two of them, but suddenly he paused and turned his head to look down the mountain.

But I saw shouting and scolding in the dense forest.

There were two monks who were also dressed in peach blossom robes, burly and full of flesh, and walked with fierce and vicious looks. In the middle of the two, seventeen or eighteen monks with chains tied to their hands and feet, and a string of monks were dragged by the two, staggering and staggering a little miserably.

Look at its breath.

Most of them are evil, angry, and full of evil intentions, and they are obviously not good stubble. Even if he is reduced to a prisoner at this moment, there is also unruly scolding. Only the two monks who were escorted were whipped twice fiercely that they would tremble and be honest for a while.

But not much.

The pain receded, and he cursed again.

The two fierce gods whipped and crushed these 'prisoners' to the mountain. In the guarding cave house, two Jindan guards had already greeted him.

One of them was holding the pen and the other was holding the pen and signing, and smiled at the two fierce gods, "The two senior brothers worked hard. The two of us brothers prepared peach blossom tea, and when this batch of evil cultivators was distributed, we asked the senior brothers to rest their feet and go to the cold. ”

"Haha!"

"The two junior brothers are polite."

These two fierce gods treated those monks extremely viciously, but when they saw their own senior brothers, they grinned. It's just that after all, it's a long bump, and the laughter is even more infiltrating.

Nobody cared.

One of the fierce god monks took out a jade book from his bosom and handed it to the Jindan guard who was holding a pen and a book, and the Jindan guard took it with a smile, and then licked the tip of the wolf's pen, and transcribed it on the jade book, singing and drinking-

"Xuangui Mountain Changmao Cave scattered cultivation Wu Gai, cultivation is: Gathering Law Realm, good at magic: One Qi Cloud Smoke Technique."

"The demon monks of Jialan Temple in Gutuo Mountain do not kill monks, and they cultivate as: Shidan Realm, and they are good at magic: gods and demons mudra."

"Lanjiang Water Demon Green Snake Daoist, cultivated: Jindan Realm, good at magic: Water Wheel Technique."

"Ghost Town ...... of Nakasu"

……

There are a total of eighteen evil cultivators, including demons, Taoists, and monks.

As one person sang and drank the record, another Jindan guard was also writing hard, and he punched out golden bamboo sticks in his hands, which fell on the heart of the evil cultivator's eyebrows.

For every person recorded, one person is signed.

The two fierce gods raised their whips, slammed them at the evil cultivator, and flew out, plunging headlong into the two pools of water, which were swarthy and breathless.

The evil cultivator exclaimed, and instantly sank silently.

"This pool—"

Seeing this, Lu Qingfeng's eyes flashed with a hint of discoloration. Walking to the edge of the pool, he looked over, and saw that the water in the pool was heavy, and with his way, it was difficult for his divine sense to detect.

Drop a fallen leaf.

Fallen leaves sink when they see water, if they weigh a thousand pounds.

"It's kind of like the waters of the Black Sea."

"But more like the fabled weak water."

There is water in the north of Kunlun, and its strength cannot beat mustard, so it is called weak water.

In the Earth Immortal Realm, although weak water is rare, Lu Qingfeng has also heard of it.

Such as the Arctic canopy marshal guarded by the heavenly river. Another example is the so-called '800 quicksand realm, 3,000 weak water depths.' The goose feathers can't float, and the reed flowers sink at the bottom's quicksand river.

I didn't expect to see this legendary weak water in the northern cold and snowy region.

"Yes."

"The Black Sea between the Four Holy Immortal Domains and the Humane Law Domain, and between the Arctic Snow Domain and the Four Holy Immortal Domains, has a bit of weak water characteristics, maybe it is caused by being contaminated with weak water."

Lu Qingfeng stood up.

Seeing that the four Peach Blossom Sword Sect monks had smashed all the eighteen evil cultivators into this weak pool, and were about to turn back to the cave to taste tea to ward off the cold, Lu Qingfeng no longer covered it up, and Wu appeared.

"Who!"

Before the four of them could react, a strange light appeared in their eyes, and they cast ecstasy to inquire about the matter.

Half an hour later.

"Little weak water."

"Lingkong Immortal Realm."

Lu Qingfeng showed an interested look, erased the memories of the four of them, did not hesitate, and jumped into the weak pool.

……

There is a river hidden in the northern cold and snowy region.

This river is neither on the earth, nor on the ground, nor in the heavens, nor outside the heavens, but only hidden in the void.

Because the river flows with the legendary weak water.

So.

The Peach Blossom Sword Sect, the Jade Dragon Sect, the Langhuan Tianfu and the Great Sumeru Mountain are called 'small weak water'.

There is a hidden realm in the small and weak water.

Four factions get it.

More than 100,000 years have passed, and many ways have gradually been explored.

……

Weak Water Boundary.

Southern Xinjiang.

Baiyun Mountain.

Baiyun Mountain is hidden in the depths of southern Xinjiang and is inconspicuous. Usually nameless, more than 100 years ago, the four disciples of the Southern Xinjiang Gu Immortal Caiyi Niangniang Baiyun Tongzi learned to go out of the mountain and came to the mountains to open up Beppu, which has been named since then.

The surrounding mountains of Baiyun Mountain have come to vote.

The Baiyun boy did not refuse, and selected seven children with extraordinary talents among the mountains and accepted them as relatives. He also selected a number of children and accepted them as registered disciples to enrich the mountain gate.

More than a hundred years have passed.

Of the seven disciples accepted in the past, only three of them have achieved cultivation, and the remaining four have failed to cultivate, either going down the mountain or dying in the mountain. However, among the first batch of registered disciples, two of them came forward, and they were promoted to personal inheritance by Baiyun Tongzi.

Five people before and after.

This is the second generation of monks of Baiyun Mountain, the immortal chief in the mountain.

Further down, there are the disciples and registered disciples of these five people. There are very few people who can become enlightened, but there are finally signs of prosperity.

this day.

It was early in the morning and the sky was dark.

Wumeng carried his sword, his eyebrows were full of joy, and hurried to a bamboo forest in the back mountain.

He was originally the son of the owner of Xianxia Village, which was more than 80 miles away from Baiyun Mountain, and was sent to Baiyun Mountain to learn art four years ago. Because of his average qualifications, he is only a registered disciple.

You can also learn one and a half moves.

It can't be compared with those personal disciples who can be taught by Zhang Ji personally.

Ascended the mountain at the age of twelve.

In the blink of an eye, he was sixteen years old.

Seeing that several senior brothers have practiced swordsmanship to the first level - the 'sword qi is evil' stage, as soon as the sword comes out, there is a sinister aura rushing to the face, which is difficult to parry.

Since then, he has stepped on the threshold of kendo.

Qi cultivation has also mostly reached the second and third levels.

And he only played the most basic 'Baiyun Sword Technique' smoothly, and he was not much away from the 'Sword Qi Anger'. Cultivation is still at the first level of 'qi'.

Umeng was anxious.

Every day he worked harder, and often came to the mangosteen forest to practice swordsmanship, but with little effect.

But.

Just half a year ago, a meteor crossed the sky, and Wumeng found a strange green bamboo in the bamboo forest. This green bamboo does not see the spiritual light, it does not look like a spiritual object, but it does not invade water and fire, and the sword does not hurt.

Umeng was amazed.

So he practiced swords beside this green bamboo.

Unexpectedly, in just half a year, with the help of God, the swordsmanship attainments and the level of qi training have all improved by leaps and bounds.

A set of 'White Cloud Sword Technique' quickly became proficient.

It is effortless to step into the stage of 'sword qi rage'.

Half a month ago.

A sword pierces out, blessing the soul.

The iron sword in his hand came out of his hand, and a sword light bloomed before returning to his hand, which made Umon overjoyed.

The sword is out of hand.

This is a sign that the sword technique has realized the truth and reached the second realm of '100 steps of the sword'.

To know.

Back then, 'Huoyun Sword' Zhang Ji reached this level, and he had practiced for fifteen years. Now under Zhang Ji's disciples, only two disciples who have been in the family for many years have reached this realm.

It is already the existence of the little sword fairy among the mortals.

Many masters of the third and fourth layers of Qi training, or even the fifth layer of Qi training, are just at this level.

One level further up is the realm of 'refining swords and turning rainbows' known as sword immortals.

At this level, not only can you fight the enemy with the sword, but also can fly the sword in and out of the Qingying, and from then on, you can fight the sword rivers and lakes, and you are also a high-ranking character.

It is really difficult to do without practicing the five layers of qi.

In the entire Baiyun Mountain, there are only a handful of people who have reached this level.

"In half a year, you can start from scratch and reach the realm of '100 steps of the sword'."

"In two or three years, won't I be able to resist the sword in the air and become a sword immortal hero like my ancestor and master?!"

Umeng was excited.

Practice your sword more frequently every day.

Call!

Ha!

With the long sword in his hand, the Baiyun sword technique was unfolded, and Wumeng only felt extremely happy. Although there is an iron sword in his hand, in a trance, he seems to have spirituality.

Umon followed his heart.

A sword stabbed out at random in his hand, and when the iron sword kicked, it turned into a match—

Rumble!

There was a loud explosion, and the earth was blasted out of a large crater as the sword pointed out.

"Come back!"

Wumeng pinched the sword trick in his hand, wanting to recall the iron sword. Hearing only the sound of 'Zheng', the iron sword flew back upside down, and it didn't fall into Wumeng's hand, but it was stuck upside down three feet in front of him.

"Whew!"

"It's a little bit short."

Wumeng was not discouraged, stepped forward to pick up the iron sword, and continued to practice hard one move at a time.

What he didn't pay attention to.

Behind him, green bamboo swayed.

A golden silkworm with six wings appeared out of nowhere, lying on a bamboo leaf. A pair of eyes stared at Umeng, glowing dangerously.

"Alright."

"He didn't mean to, either."

Qingzhu shook, turned into a young Taoist, and laughed. The golden silkworm grabbed the Taoist's hair, and the cold light in his eyes was still there.

Lu Qingfeng heard the words and appeased two more words, and the golden silkworm was able to contain the fierce light.

"I'll get along for half a year, and before I leave, I'll help you again."

Looking at the young man who was concentrating on sword practice in front of him, Lu Qingfeng pointed his hand, and saw that the iron sword in the young man's hand changed instantly, only the size of a palm.

True Qi is injected, and it becomes the same as before.

in the process.

Umeng didn't know that the long sword in his hand had long since turned from decay to magic.

"The tattered iron sword is practiced into a masterful swordsmanship, which is a bridge that only appears in vulgar martial arts."

"In reality, it can't be."

Lu Qingfeng smiled, walked out of the bamboo forest, and walked out of Baiyun Mountain.

In the bamboo forest.

"Drink!"

Wumeng burst into a shout, the long sword took off his hand, and the sword light was like a dragon ten steps away, and he cut seventeen green bamboos in a row and returned to Wumeng's hand. This time, I only felt hearty, not sluggish at all.

"That's a lot of power!"

Wumeng's mouth opened slightly, looked at the seventeen fallen green bamboos, and then looked at the iron sword in his hand, and immediately grinned.

But when he turned his head, Qingzhu was still there, but in the dark, there seemed to be something different.

Confusion flashed in Umeng's eyes.

Looking up at the sky, he suddenly woke up, didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly rushed to the front mountain-

Morning exercise can not be delayed!

……