Baiyun Temple, and Ye Gucheng's Baiyun City has absolutely no connection.

It's just that if Baiyun City really has the ability to read the world and float out of the world, Baiyun Temple is a fairyland in the world.

When Ziqin and Lu Xiaofeng arrived, the thick fog in the morning had not yet dispersed, and from a distance, it seemed that the Baiyun Temple was really a fairy palace shrouded in clouds and mist.

"Baiyun City must be more beautiful than Baiyun Temple, more like a fairyland."

Standing at the door of Baiyun Temple, Ziqin suddenly spoke.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't know what Ziqin meant by this, but when he was about to ask, Ziqin had already entered the temple, although the Baiyun Temple was very majestic, but there were very few walls in this world that could stop Ziqin, even the walls of the Forbidden City were estimated to be unable to stop it.

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head slightly, and only followed Ziqin into the view.

At this time, it was still early in the morning, and the Taoists of Baiyun Temple seemed to be in the morning class, and there was a faint chanting sound in the morning breeze, but Ziqin and Lu Xiaofeng had no intention of listening to the voice of this world.

The two found the backyard from the front yard to the backyard, and finally saw a Taoist under a plane tree.

A Taoist with a crown in Tsing Yi.

The scenery of the backyard is very good, this season is already late autumn, the sycamore in the backyard still does not have half a leaf, this place seems to be a fairyland on earth, it has been divided into spring and autumn.

However, the scenery is beautiful, but it should always be a little embarrassing for two people without the owner's permission to suddenly see the owner.

It's just that Ziqin and Lu Xiaofeng's thinking obviously can't be inferred by common sense, and a faint smile has appeared on Lu Xiaofeng's face.

"May I ask if Daoist Gu Qingfeng is here?"

Lu Xiaofeng asked in a tentative tone.

The eyes of the Taoist were extremely commanding in the morning mist, but he didn't answer Lu Xiaofeng's meaning at all, he stood there quietly, all fluttering behind him.

Only then did Lu Xiaofeng and Ziqin discover that this person was carrying a sword behind his back.

It is not strange for a Taoist to carry a sword, let alone a sword, even if he kills with a sword, but in such an early morning, it is extremely strange to stand under a plane tree with a sword on his back in his own temple.

Could it be that this Taoist is here to learn the sword?

Of course Lu Xiaofeng wouldn't guess like this, he just touched his nose, smart people in the world seem to like to touch their noses, the handsome Chu Liuxiang liked this, and Lu Xiaofeng actually liked it too.

It turned out that Lu Xiaofeng was really a very smart person, but this smart man then asked a stupid question, which not only harmed himself, but also Ziqin.

"It seems that I asked the wrong person, and this person is a mute."

Lu Xiaofeng shrugged helplessly at Ziqin, and a smile appeared on the corner of the latter's mouth, however, before he could reply, the Taoist who was called mute by Lu Xiaofeng had already spoken.

"You're not asking the wrong person, but you're in the wrong place."

The answer is exactly the same as in the original book.

"Isn't this the White Cloud Temple?"

Lu Xiaofeng's answer was the same as the original, however, the next Taoist priest's answer made Ziqin slightly surprised.

"This is naturally the White Cloud Temple, but this is a place you shouldn't come to."

Ziqin noticed that the Taoist priest in this sentence was talking about you, not you.

After this sentence, the Taoist priest suddenly flashed around, and the bark behind the Taoist priest was naturally cut off, but, unlike the original book, the only thing on the peeled bark in the original book was 'Xiaofeng flew and died under the tree', but at this time, there were two more sentences on the peeled bark.

"The snake king accompanies the wind and seeks his own death."

Ziqin looked at these two extra words carefully, and suddenly laughed.

"These four sentences are connected smoothly."

Ziqin's voice was extremely calm, and he even had the heart to evaluate whether the connection between these four sentences was smooth, but a grim sneer appeared on the corner of the Taoist's mouth.

"I don't think you'll be able to laugh later."

Lu Xiaofeng's voice was cold, and his gaze at Ziqin already carried a trace of sympathy.

"If my guess is correct, there will definitely be a group of sword-wielding men here next, and you must be embarrassed to let me make a move when you want to deal with the sword-wielding people."

Lu Xiaofeng's words were extremely natural, it seemed that he was not ashamed at all to let his friends deal with a large group of thugs alone, and in the face of such a Lu Xiaofeng, no matter who he was, he could only sigh.

Ziqin didn't sigh, because he didn't have time to sigh, and what Lu Xiaofeng said was rarely wrong, so when Lu Xiaofeng's words fell, a group of men with swords poured out around him, but Lu Xiaofeng had already arrived at the plane tree.

Fengqi Wutong, Lu Xiaofeng not only has a wind character in his name, but his light skills are also as wonderful as the phoenix dance for nine days.

It's just that Ziqin didn't have time to taste Lu Xiaofeng's light skills, because Ziqin found that this group of people who jumped out at the same time actually performed a very powerful set of sword formations.

In fact, the Big Dipper Seven Star Sword Formation of the Quanzhen Sect was absolutely terrifying in both the world of Jin Daxia and the world of Gu Daxia, especially when fourteen people cast two sets of Seven Star Sword Formations at the same time, and these two sets of sword formations could be fused with each other.

If one set of seven-star sword formations is enough to make people feel attacked by seventy long swords at the same time, those two sets of sword formations together are definitely enough to make you feel attacked by seven hundred long swords.

Ziqin seemed to be powerless in this dense attack.

Lu Xiaofeng, who was in the tree, suddenly sighed.

"If I were you, I would never force him like this."

Lu Xiaofeng's sigh sounded, but the Taoist priests who formed the sword formation didn't seem to have the slightest impact, of course, even if they were affected, they couldn't reflect it, because at this moment, Ziqin had already drawn his sword.

The fourteen long swords beside him had been closed, and to outsiders, the fourteen long swords were like ink stains spreading on a blank piece of paper, which had already stained Ziqin, including a large area of space around Ziqin, black.

And Ziqin's sword appeared in this situation, like the sun at dawn, no, maybe it was like a flame that suddenly exploded in the darkness, and that light could not only tear through the darkness, but also burn anyone in the darkness.

A sword comes from the west, flying immortals outside the sky, and there is anyone in this world whose sword is more magical than the swordsmanship represented by this sentence, what Ziqin is performing at this moment is the flying immortal outside the sky, Ziqin's version of the flying immortal, or the snake king's version of the flying immortal.

There was no earth-shattering majesty, nor was there a vigorous momentum, but when this sword was unfolded, there was an extra blood mark on the wrist of everyone surrounding Ziqin.

If you wipe it with a damp cloth, you will not be able to see the wound after wiping the blood stains off.

It's just that this bloodstain has already cut off the possibility of these people practicing swords, because their wrist meridians have been broken, their swords have fallen to the ground, and they will never hold them again in this life.

On the tree, Lu Xiaofeng was still sighing, but a group of people had rushed out from behind the plane tree, including old people, Taoist priests, and middle-aged people dressed in rich clothes.

Each of these people should be graceful and luxurious, but at this moment, these people are like lost dogs one by one, they rushed out to check the Taoist priests who lost their swords one by one, and every time they saw their faces were ugly.

The middle-aged man dressed in wealth had a particularly ugly face, his hand had just been removed from the hilt of his sword, and it seemed that he had wanted to make a move before.

At this moment, this middle-aged man should be afraid, but also rejoicing, glad that he didn't make a move, otherwise there would be another waste here.

"You, don't you know, it's just ............"

"It's just a joke, are you trying to say this?"

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, Ziqin had already slowly interrupted, and a faint smile had already appeared on his face.

He shouldn't have smiled when he had just abolished the fourteen people, but he smiled very naturally.

"If this wasn't a joke, I'm afraid there would already be fourteen more corpses here."

Ziqin's voice was very flat, but the middle-aged man's face changed again, and on the tree, Lu Xiaofeng jumped down, still with a faint smile on his face.

"Indeed, we should be glad that the martial arts of these fourteen people are not strong, otherwise there may really be fourteen more corpses here."

Lu Xiaofeng's words were also extremely indifferent, and this time, one of the two Daoists who rushed out at the same time sighed slightly and raised his head.

This sighing Taoist is naturally a Mu Dao person, and among the people here, I am afraid that only the Mu Dao person understands the horror of Ziqin's swordsmanship.

"That sword is not your swordsmanship."

Mu Daoren's words were very strange, and they didn't fit in with the topic at hand.

"That move is the Flying Immortal Outside the Sky, the only peerless sword move that I haven't practiced and can't practice in my life."

Ziqin's words were still flat, but the middle-aged man's face was already showing anger, unskilled moves would naturally hurt people, Ziqin's words undoubtedly meant that he intended to hurt these fourteen Daoists.

Not only the middle-aged man, but also another Taoist also showed displeasure.

The wooden man sighed again.

"Ye Gucheng's sword is indeed a sword technique that is unparalleled in the world, even unskilled moves are enough to crack the Quanzhen Sword Sect's double Big Dipper Seven Star Sword Formation, and fortunately, this is Ye Gucheng's sword technique."

Mu Daoren's words were even more strange, but Lu Xiaofeng nodded lightly, indeed, fortunately, this is Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship, flying immortals outside the sky, unparalleled in the world, but it is not a swordsmanship that focuses on killing.

This sword is just to give full play to the sword itself, to the realm of transcending the peak of people, if it is the swordsmanship of Ximen Blowing Snow, I am afraid that these fourteen people are already fourteen corpses, because the sword of Ximen Blowing Snow is a swordsmanship that focuses on killing.

"If it's your own swordsmanship."

Mu Dao Man suddenly spoke again, and when he said this, Mu Dao Man's eyes had already revealed a trace of essence, a look that should have belonged to a peerless swordsman, but Mu Dao Man had not had such a look for a long time.

Faced with this question, Ziqin laughed softly.

"You won't want to know the answer to that question."

He smiled very indifferently, and his answer was also indifferent, looking at Mu Daoren's frowning dissatisfaction, Ziqin had no choice but to add one more sentence.

"If you don't want to see what looks like a slaughterhouse, you don't want to see my swordsmanship."

(To be continued)