A row of delicate bamboo houses in front of it are scattered on the mountainside, which is a kind of formation that is scattered outside and tight inside, and this formation formed with the help of natural things is more conducive to cultivation.

100-year-old purple cloud bamboo!

It was the first time for Shan 13 to see so many hundred-year-old purple cloud bamboos, and his expression was stunned all of a sudden. It is said that this purple cloud bamboo was transplanted by the ancestor of Tianlongmen, and it has been made for a hundred years, and it is a good refining material, and its texture is comparable to that of ordinary magic weapons.

It is even rumored that the sword embryo refined by the thousand-year-old purple cloud bamboo can contain the soul of the beast and achieve the existence of a pseudo-spirit weapon!

However, the world is a strange thing, the growth conditions are also a few harsh, Ziyun bamboo is proud of the bamboo, perseverance, often accompanied by the surrounding creatures, only Haoran righteousness complements it, can grow inch by inch.

The three thousand outer disciples of Tianlongmen, the glorious battle of the Evil Eye Mountain Range, it is this spirit that is adhered to, and it can be said that Ziyun Bamboo is the holy object that everyone is fascinated by.

Maybe many people scoff at this, isn't it just a piece of bamboo, what is there to admire and awe?

But there have been many times when I have come into contact with the masters, especially the trick of self-created shaking the sky, Shan 13 found that the use of momentum is related to his own perception, which is very wonderful, and it is impossible to explain.

But as soon as I walked here, the strings in my heart were deeply touched, and a feeling of assimilation with Ziyunzhu was naturally born from the bottom of my heart.

The waves are not alarmed, the heart is like stopping water, and a long-lasting majestic natural breath pours in from the soles of the feet, washing the whole body, and it makes the soul of Shan Thirteen tremble, and there is a warm feeling of returning to the mother's embrace.

A seed falls into the soil, is nurtured in the cold winter, takes root and sprouts in the spring, and then grows strongly, flying inch by inch through the ups and downs, until it turns into dust and returns to nature.

Tick!

Shan 13 left two lines of tears, which is the perception of Ziyunzhu's life process, as if he is the beginning of that new sprout, full of yearning for everything.

"What a big shelf, there are so many of us waiting for you to come, it's better for you to close your eyes and recuperate!" A person stepped on heavy footsteps, interrupting Shan Thirteen's thoughts in a very discordant manner.

Shan 13 turned his head and saw that the person who came was very flamboyant, and his strength was equipped with a heavy sword, but there was a bit of heroism, but the stiff tone was really annoying.

"Where did it come from?"

Just got a little feeling from Ziyunzhu's body, and before he could digest it properly, he was interrupted by this guy, and naturally, Shan Thirteen sprinkled all his anger on him.

It's a pity that someone is still unconscious, and he is still ashamed to say: "Haha, let you Wu Xiusheng weigh the weight of your named disciple!"

After Shan Thirteen returned to the mountain gate, according to Shi Tianji's requirements, he only retained the identity of Qi Xingzhi's registered disciple, and the identity of the seeded players participating in the Continental League Competition was strictly kept secret.

Fortunately, Shan Thirteen's hair turned white, and his face returned to his previous appearance, and few people among the disciples knew him, that Huang Xiong who made a big fuss about the mountain protection array, and he would not accept an airborne high-level person with normal people.

After Wu Xiusheng finished speaking, a faint sword momentum suddenly appeared on his body, yes, it is indeed a sword momentum, fierce and violent, could it be that he came from the battlefield?

This kind of sword momentum is very familiar to the thirteen mountains, and the original general Wang Lao also has such a sword momentum, otherwise it would not be possible to create it so easily after shaking the sky.

"Hmph, that depends on whether you are qualified or not!"

Shan Thirteen also stimulated the momentum, and suddenly a fierce murderous aura hit his head, in order to keep it secret, those signature exercises, but they were all hidden one by one.

Boom –

The two momentum suddenly collided together, making a sound that only the two of them consciously perceived, and the two sides were evenly matched in this collision, but Shan Thirteen snorted lightly.

The corners of Wu Xiusheng's mouth lifted slightly, and he sneered: "That's it, you can see the real chapter under your hand!"

After speaking, he didn't care whether Shan Thirteen agreed or not, and raised his palm straight, and the gathered true qi exuded a golden light, as if the palm was made of gold, shining!

"Jin Ge is heartbroken!"

A flash of golden light towards the thirteen mountains under the hood, the speed has far exceeded the limit of Wu Xiusheng's cultivation, it seems that he is not only powerful, but also lazy.

However, it is a pity that the thirteen mountains encountered, even if they keep a low profile now, and the six-fold cultivation of the qi training period is against Wu Xiusheng, who is the eightfold of the qi training period, the winning face is still the thirteenth mountain.

Bang –

The two of them struck each other with both palms, and Shan Thirteen's figure remained immovable, even his clothes did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if he had never wavered.

"Impossible—"

Wu Xiusheng was a little surprised by the strength of Shan Thirteen's palm, which was on par with him, and even more surprised was that his palm strength was dissolved by Shan Thirteen's understatement.

As the strongest attack power of the gold-based true qi, the attack power alone is more than double that of other true qi, even if the ninth-level cultivator in the qi training period is opposed, he must be treated with caution.

Hmmm-

Wu Xiusheng, who couldn't hit a blow, decisively withdrew his palm and turned back, pulled out the heavy sword behind his back with both hands, and his expression fell into a state of calm and calm, the heavy sword pointed at the thirteenth mountain, and the four-foot-long sword body suddenly burst out with a five-foot-long dazzling golden ray, like the sun in the sky.

"Sword-gas-mountain-river-"

Wu Xiusheng drank loudly in his mouth, and the sword momentum on his body instantly merged into the sword qi, and suddenly the power of the heavy sword increased a few points, and the invisible pressure made people breathe involuntarily.

"Comparable to the strength of the foundation building period!"

Shan Thirteen's expression changed, he didn't expect Wu Xiusheng to actually use such a move, the trick of fusing sword momentum and sword qi, although he had just started, it was a bit of a shocking taste.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Shan 13 changed his cynical attitude, his expression was much more solemn, his fists were clenched, his figure flashed, and he took a few steps back.

I don't know when, there are dozens of figures around the battle circle, and these people who have the lowest cultivation level are all in the sixth level of Qi cultivation period, and they are commenting on the battle between the two in a soft voice.

"It's not simple, it actually forced Deacon Wu to make a trick!"

"It's not simple, I don't even know if I want to start first, haven't you seen Deacon Wu gathering momentum?"

Shan 13 didn't pay attention to these gossips, but wholeheartedly comprehended Wu Xiusheng's artistic conception, and seemed to have something in his heart but couldn't confirm it, so he had to test the law.

Phew-

Wu Xiusheng stabbed out with a sword, and the entire air slowed down, as if driven by the sword qi, forming a winding waterfall, heading towards the top of Shan Thirteen's head.

Boom –

Shan Thirteen's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he turned his fingers into a knife, pointing at the sky, and his fingertips collided with the tip of the sword, and there was no violent collision, only the sound of friction between each other.

"No, Deacon Wu will keep people under the sword!"

Suddenly, a person in the crowd reminded loudly, but unfortunately the two sides had already met, and some people couldn't bear to turn their heads, only to listen to the sound of "swish" endlessly, and the firelight splashed everywhere.

"Fingertip to sword!"

Someone suddenly exclaimed, it turned out that Shan Thirteen's fingertips were unharmed at this moment, but Wu Xiusheng's sword qi was constantly being consumed, and it was just a breath of time, and it had disappeared for more than a foot.

Tough!

This is the impression that Shan Thirteen left on everyone, and the most impressive is the opponent Wu Xiusheng at this moment, he knows his own attack, although it is not the strongest move, but such a sharp attack is easy to take, what about doing his best?

Wu Xiusheng couldn't help but regret a little, looking at Tong Huatian, the hall master who was hidden in the crowd, and muttered in his heart: The old boy has long known the strength of Shan Thirteen, and he actually let himself jump into the fire pit!

"I throw in the towel!"