Under the top of the mountain, before the stone steps, Meng Jiang was no longer there, and as soon as the wellhead realized, he didn't know how many years had passed, Meng Jiang naturally wouldn't have been waiting for him here, and had already left.

Along the way he came, Ye Ling walked down the top of Zhongnan Mountain and came to the peach forest, but he didn't see the third senior sister, Ye Ling had realized twenty-three years, and the third senior sister was no longer in Zhongnan Mountain.

Twenty-three years may be a long time, but it is not a long time for a cultivator, Ye Ling has been enlightened for twenty-three years, and some powerful cultivators may even have a hundred or thousands of years of enlightenment.

Cultivators, walking against the sky, fighting for their lives with the sky, and pursuing an endless life, naturally have to endure loneliness.

Generally speaking, the lifespan of a cultivator in the Daowu realm is about three thousand years, the lifespan of an emperor is about ten thousand years, and the lifespan of an emperor is even longer, but it is too difficult for such a cultivator to appear.

The entire Pyloric Mansion, the endless star field, spans dozens of light years, but there are only a few known emperors.

"Ye Ling, I can't imagine that you have actually stayed at the top of Zhongnan Mountain for twenty-three years, from the Triple Dao Martial Realm to the Sixfold Dao Martial Realm, spanning three realms, and your cultivation has become the same as mine. ”

Meng Jiang found Ye Ling, saw Ye Ling's cultivation, and was shocked, Ye Ling looked at him and just smiled faintly.

"The third senior sister went to the Pyloric Mansion Star, it is said that something happened to her family and she will not come back for a while. ”

Meng Jiang said, told the whereabouts of the third senior sister Han Shanyue, and then set up a chess game, and played with Ye Ling for a few days in a row, still the same as before, Ye Ling did not win a game.

Twenty-three years, Ye Ling's formation path has also made great progress, and it is completely incomparable with twenty-three years ago, but he still can't win against Meng Jiang, although Meng Jiang's cultivation has not improved much, it has only broken a realm, but the progress of the formation path is beyond Ye Ling's reach.

Meng Jiang, who can be accepted as a personal disciple by the master of Zhongnan Mountain, is naturally not an ordinary genius, he is an absolute demonic existence in the formation path, and Ye Ling can't compare with him.

"By the way, it just so happens that you have gone down the mountain, and a year later, Beichuan Star has a big competition of pyloric guards, which is jointly held by the north, east and west halls, and anyone who joined the pyloric army in the last assessment can participate. ”

After playing chess, Meng Jiang said another thing to Ye Ling, Ye Ling was stunned for a moment, and then agreed.

It's been twenty-three years in Zhongnan Mountain, and it's time to go out and take a look, as for the pyloric guard Dabi, he didn't pay much attention to it, and he saw more, that is, he could see farther than ordinary people.

A pyloric Dabi, even if it is not him, if it is anyone who enters the South Hall with him, it is not difficult to make achievements, the South Palace, this is a force far above the three halls.

After discussing the way of the chess formation with Meng Jiang for half a month, Ye Ling went to the valley where the second senior brother lived, comprehended the sword path of the second senior brother, and went to the cliff where the senior brother lived, and kept cultivating.

Gu Fan, he also heard about it, twenty-three years ago, he is still in the South Island, it seems that he has fallen into some kind of bottleneck, fate is indeed unpredictable, fate is the same, even if it is just to get started, it is extremely difficult.

"Sword, the king of weapons, the way of the sword, the most attack of ten thousand ways, Fifth Highness, your sword is too gentle. ”

Outside the valley where the second senior brother lives, it is also called Sword Valley by the people of Zhongnan Mountain, and there are two people who are fighting with swords, and there are people around watching it, all with solemn faces.

The two of them, one of them was Ye Ling, and the other was a Dao Martial Ninefold swordsman, sword after sword, swinging out pieces of green mang, forcing Ye Ling to keep retreating, and blood marks appeared on his body.

After a long time, the two of them put away their swords and stood, Ye Ling held his sword and made a sword salute towards this martial nine-fold swordsman.

"I lost. ”

lost a sentence, so that a group of swordsmen all looked stunned, and they all bowed slightly to Ye Ling.

"Fifth Highness, you only have the sixfold cultivation of Daowu, and I have the cultivation of Daowu Ninefold, and there is a threefold cultivation gap, although I won, I won in cultivation, not in the way of the sword. ”

In front of Ye Ling, the Dao Martial Ninefold Swordsman said, looking at Ye Ling, there was a touch of shock in his expression.

A martial artist with a sixfold Dao martial arts, who has crossed the threefold cultivation gap, can be entangled with him for so long, and he is indeed worthy of being a disciple of the master, but a person with truly peerless qualifications.

"If you lose, you lose, you're right, my kendo is too gentle, I have taken a fork in the road, and I have deviated from kendo itself. ”

Ye Ling shook his head and said, looking at the valley in front of him, his expression froze, and Dao Wu Jiuzhong also looked at the valley.

"If you talk about attacking, the sword path of the Second Highness is the most sword attack in the world, and only a wisp of sword intent left has the intention of breaking the sky, if the Fifth Highness can experience one or two, he will definitely be able to make progress. ”

He said, Ye Ling nodded, the second senior brother's sword path is naturally terrifying, and in Ye Ling's opinion, it has already embarked on an extreme, pursuing the ultimate attack, abandoning everything, only attacking but not defending, and taking offense as defense.

After that, Ye Ling stayed in Sword Valley, concentrating on sword cultivation, understanding the sword path of the second senior brother, and learning sword from time to time with the swordsmen of Sword Valley, and devoting himself to the way of swords.

The residence of the senior brother Ye Ling did not go again for a period of time, and the residence of the senior brother also has a name, called Dao Mountain, where the senior brother left his Dao will.

That Dao intent is too vast and mysterious, it is not something that Ye Ling can touch now, at least he has to reach the peak of Dao Martial Arts to go anywhere, and it is a waste of time to go now.

A year, soon passed, in the days when Ye Ling was cultivating in the Sword Valley, the entire Beichuan Star was a prosperous scene, the three halls were presiding, and a pyloric guard competition was about to begin.

Wangshan Castle!

This is a big city that belongs to the boundary of the three halls, tens of thousands of miles in length and width, in the city, a heavenly dome, has set up a battle platform, dozens of miles range, laid out a heavy formation.

In Wangshan City, in a courtyard, a person stands, followed by several people, all with solemn faces.

"Great Elder, the pyloric guard Dabi, there are 35,700 people participating in the battle in the east hall, 13,251 in the west hall, 10,051 in the north hall, and one in the south hall. ”

A person took a step forward slightly, bowed to the person in front of him, and said, When it came to the south hall, there was a slight fluctuation in the expressions of several people.

"There are actually people in the South Hall who participate in the war, aren't they hiding in the South China Sea and not being born?"

"Thirty years ago, there were four emperors in the South Palace, and their strength was stronger, so they also wanted to be born?"

"There are less than 10,000 people in the entire South Palace, there are no cultivation resources, the Lord of the South Hall is seriously injured and dying, except for a cold mountain month, there is almost no strength to fight, how to fight with us, I think this time they sent one person to participate in the battle just to prove that they still exist. ”

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Several people said, when it comes to the South Palace, they are all disdainful, but they are all extremely jealous of Han Shanyue, Han Shanyue, is the third senior sister, the third disciple of the master of Zhongnan Mountain.

(End of chapter)