Stepping into the formation, Yang Yifan and the three of them saw the scenery inside.

The scenery of this Lotus Moon Peak is already charming enough, but within this formation, it is even better.

It's like an ancient paradise with quaint buildings, blooming flowers, tranquil lakes and lush trees.

If he didn't know where this was, Yang Yifan would have thought that he had come to the resort.

"Come with me."

That disciple had already entered the formation, and when he saw Yang Yifan and the three of them coming in, he threw down a sentence without being salty, and his figure flashed, and he swept away into the depths.

"This is to give us a dismount!"

Lu Shenqing narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.

"Let's go." Yun Qingfeng's face remained unchanged, he spit out a word, and then his figure flashed and followed.

Yang Yifan and the others followed closely behind, not half a point behind.

With the strength of the three of them, facing a monk who has built a fifth-layer foundation, it is naturally impossible to lose it.

About ten seconds later.

The monk stopped, and where he was not a main hall, nor a hall, but a martial arts platform!

"Please wait here first, we don't have a place to entertain here."

The young monk glanced at Yang Yifan and the three of them, and after saying a word, he turned around and left, apparently to report.

This kind of attitude, although polite on the surface, but Yang Yifan and the three of them are all human spirits, so naturally they will not be unpopular, and the three of them are very unpopular.

However, this time they came to smash the field, and Yang Yifan and the three of them naturally didn't expect the other side to have a good face, so they were all indifferent at this time, and they didn't get angry because of it.

In his spare time, Yang Yifan observed the surroundings, and when his eyes swept over a stone wall on the side of the martial arts platform, his pupils contracted slightly.

On top of this stone wall, there are dense sword marks, some of which have just been imprinted on it, and some sword marks, which have been around for a long time!

These sword marks are not simple.

Yang Yifan himself is also a sword practitioner, so he naturally saw the extraordinaryness of these sword marks at a glance, and when he stared at these sword marks, Yang Yifan could feel a strong sword intent and rush to his face!

"This sword mark should have been cut off by a fifth-layer monk who built the foundation, from the point of view of sword intent, this person is decisive in killing, has the spirit of a king, and is a ruthless character!"

"This sword mark was cut off by a sixth-layer monk who built the foundation, and the sword intent was agile and elegant, which was incomprehensible, and it should have been left by a woman."

"This sword mark is not simple, at least it has been thirty years, and there is still an extremely strong sword intent, this should be left by a monk who built the eighth layer of the foundation, this person has an arrogant personality, and the sword intent is also full of pride!"

"And this one...... This ...... and this ......"

Yang Yifan's gaze swept from the sword marks, and every time he saw a sword qi, a trace of understanding involuntarily appeared in his heart, and he quickly sketched in his mind the general appearance and character of the sword that year!

It's the instinct of being a swordsman, and it's an instinct that only a few geniuses have!

"This sword!"

Suddenly, Yang Yifan's pupils contracted slightly, and his gaze stayed on the sword mark at the top of the stone wall!

This sword mark is about one meter long, as thin as a cotton rope, and it looks incompatible with the sword marks below, extremely slender and weak, but in this sword mark, there is a faint sense of time, obviously, it will take at least fifty years!

It has been more than fifty years to retain the charm, which is extremely extraordinary in itself, but what makes Yang Yifan's heart tremble slightly is not this, but its sword intent!

On this sword mark, the sword intent is too strong!

Even after fifty years of ups and downs, it still gives people a feeling of sword aura soaring into the sky, looking at the sword marks, giving people the feeling that they are not looking at the sword marks anymore, but looking at a sharp sword!

The most important thing is that from this sword mark, Yang Yifan can feel the same root and origin as all the sword marks below, and the identity of the person who cut out this sword mark is naturally about to come out!

That woman!

It had to be that woman!

At this moment, an extremely strong battle intent suddenly surged out of Yang Yifan's body, and even his chest was heating slightly, and the totem of the Imperial Soul Divine Sword was emitting an extremely faint light!

This is the feeling of meeting an opponent, and this feeling only appears when you meet a sword cultivator of the same rank and are the best in sword cultivation!

Yang Yifan is even a little impatient now, wanting to fight with that woman immediately!

At this moment, more than a dozen sounds of breaking the air suddenly sounded!

Whoosh!

With the sound of breaking the air, one after another figures instantly appeared on the martial arts stage, standing in a row in a row, a total of thirteen people.

These people are not very old, they all look like they are in their twenties, but their strength is strong and weak, and the strongest is a handsome woman, whose strength is enough to build the peak of the eighth layer of the foundation!

As for the others, except for a long-faced man who also built the eighth layer of the foundation, the others were all built on the seventh floor and below.

These people were all dressed in pale cyan robes, carrying long swords behind their backs, and the woman at the head was holding the long sword in her hand, like a chivalrous man in a costume drama, very imposing.

The eyes of the thirteen people looked at Yang Yifan and the three of them, with different expressions.

The long-faced man with the eighth floor of the foundation looked at Yun Qingfeng: "You are the old man of Yun Qingyun?" ”

"Huh?" Yun Qingfeng glanced at him lightly, but did not speak.

The long-faced monk didn't mind, and smiled coldly: "Senior Yun came this time, it should be a shame before the snow, but the strength of the family teacher is not something that ordinary people can try to challenge, I heard that last time the old man Yun was suppressed by the family teacher with a move, and he went crazy, I hope this time, you ......"

Lu Shenqing's eyes flashed with anger, and he directly interrupted the long-faced man's words: "There is a lot of nonsense, what does my master and his old man want to do, and you still need to care?" ”

"Oh?" The long-faced man stared at Lu Shenqing, and smiled: "You are Lu Shenqing, I heard that you haven't even been able to learn the true Qingfeng swordsmanship of the Yun seniors, here, do you still have the courage to shout?" ”

"I haven't learned the Qingfeng Sword Technique, but I have one of the Shen Qing Sword, what's the matter, otherwise the two of us will pass two moves first?" Lu Shenqing squinted his eyes, and a chill emanated from his body.

At this moment, Lu Shenqing naturally can't be cowardly.

You must know that among the three of them, Yun Qingfeng and his status are here, so naturally he can't be as knowledgeable as the juniors, otherwise he will be laughed at if it spreads.

And Yang Yifan, who has to fight against that woman next, naturally can't easily expose his strength, and it's not appropriate to stand up.

In this way, only Lu Shenqing can justifiably confront the other party!

(End of chapter)