After the two of them staggered by Du Yan, Fang Zixuan met several groups of Qingyunmen disciples intermittently on the road, but Fang Zixuan didn't go up to recognize them, and naturally they didn't recognize this well-known figure in the sect wearing a mask.

It's just that Fang Zixuan felt a little strange, he thought that those people would put eyeliner on the periphery of Qingyunmen's territory to find him, but he didn't find those suspicious characters along the way. What the hell is going on, is it because they don't have enough manpower, so I happened to come in from their negligence, or do they give up waiting for the rabbit? No, judging from the fact that they can dispatch four people from the Martial Hou Perfection Realm to hunt down and kill themselves, their power is definitely not small, and ordinary small forces, such as a certain Scattered Cultivation Alliance or something, they don't have such strength.

Thinking about it, Fang Zixuan suddenly thought of another possibility, that is, those people were afraid that they would be discovered by the people of Qingyunmen if they came to find them with great fanfare, so they could find the forces behind them.

The more he thought about it, the more Fang Zixuan felt that this was the most likely, after all, if those people really wanted to wait for themselves on the periphery, it would be tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, because they didn't know when or where they would return to Qingyunmen.

Thinking of this, the tension in Fang Zixuan's heart relaxed slightly.

Another month passed.

There is still a third of the way to reach Qingyunmen.

Seeing the more and more familiar scenery around him, Fang Zixuan suddenly had a feeling of homesickness, having stayed in this place for nearly a hundred years, he had silently regarded this place as his home in his heart. Because, in Qingyunmen, there is not only a master who is very good to him, but also a group of friends.

Slowly, Fang Zixuan got closer and closer to Qingyun Gate.

Along the way, there were no accidents, which made Fang Zixuan both happy and worried. Happy because there is nothing to delay, you can return to Qingyunmen as soon as possible, and what worries you is that this calm makes Fang Zixuan have a sense of unreality, will this time come back so smoothly?

Ten days passed.

Twenty days passed.

Fang Zixuan couldn't help but be secretly vigilant, the closer he was to Qingyun Gate, the easier it was to be intercepted and killed, and the so-called success and failure probably meant this.

As the distance from Qingyun Gate got closer and closer, the number of Qingyunmen disciples that Fang Zixuan met on the road gradually increased, among them, some of them were people who had practiced martial arts with him, but these people, like Du Yan, failed to recognize Fang Zixuan wearing a mask.

Soon, there are still three days to go back to Qingyunmen.

Two days.

This time, Fang Zixuan did not stop to rest at night, but rode his horse and galloped all night.

One day.

In the distance, Fang Zixuan could already vaguely see the towering and huge mountain range of Qingyun Gate.

"Hey, why is that man running so fast, and it seems to be heading for the mountain gate of our Qingyun Gate?" said a young man in white on the way.

"I don't know, this person is a military general's early stage of cultivation, but I don't seem to have an impression of him, what about you?" replied a young man in Tsing Yi.

"I'm not impressed. But it's not right, although the number of disciples in our Qingyun Sect is increasing year by year, but the people who have roughly cultivated with themselves should have some impressions more or less. The young man in white said strangely.

"Well, could it be that this person is wearing a mask?" said the young man in Tsing Yi.

"It's possible. Shall we stop him?" said the young man in white.

The young man in Tsing Yi thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, maybe there is some reason for that person, what's more, his cultivation is only in the early stage of a military general, what threat can he pose to Qingyunmen? If this person is our junior disciple who wears a mask for some reason, it is not good for us to stop him." ”

The young man in white has always felt that it makes sense, not to mention that this person is a martial general's early stage of cultivation, even if it is the early stage of martial arts, even if it is a complete cultivation of martial arts?

So the two continued on their way.

The other people who saw Fang Zixuan also had similar thoughts to these two people, so no one came out to stop Fang Zixuan along the way.

Looking at these Qingyunmen disciples who came in and out, Fang Zixuan's heart gradually relaxed, if those people really wanted to intercept and kill themselves, then they would definitely not make a move in front of so many people, after all, as soon as the people of the Wuhou Perfection Realm made a move, then it would be easy to be discovered by others, among them, there were some senior brothers and sisters in the Wuhou Realm, even if those people were not his opponents, but as long as he cooperated with them, it was okay to block them a little, and then send out the distress signal of the Qingyun Gate, then the people around him would rush in, at that time, those people would definitely not be able to kill themselves。 Even, this place is only a day's distance from the Qingyunmen Mountain Gate, and when the time comes, people at the elder level will definitely come here by spirit boat. Dare to kill people near Qingyun Gate, really treat us elders of the Martial Marquis Perfection Realm as transparent?

Fifty miles.

Thirty miles.

Ten miles.

The spring breeze is proud.

This is Fang Zixuan's inner portrayal at this time. Because this time I went back to Qingyunmen was different from the past, this time I experienced two lives and deaths, and then rushed back from the distant Movement City.

Fang Zixuan stopped half a mile in front of the Qingyunmen Mountain Gate, and then led the iron-boned horse forward.

On the way, Fang Zixuan took off the mask he was wearing on his face.

Originally, the two red-clothed disciples guarding the door were chatting without saying a word, when suddenly, a familiar face appeared in their eyes.

"Senior Brother Fang, you're back. The red-clothed disciple on the left smiled.

Although he was a cultivator in the late stage of the martial arts, in the face of this Fang Zixuan, who could defeat Song Mingzhu in the early stage of Wuhou and injure Ren Zeyi in the middle stage of Wuhou, he also had to call Senior Brother Fang convincingly.

"yes, I'm back. Fang Zixuan said with great emotion, and at the same time, he took out his personal token and asked the two of them to check it.

"It's really Senior Brother Fang himself. The red-clothed disciple on the left smiled and returned Fang Zixuan's personal token to Fang Zixuan.

After receiving his personal token, Fang Zixuan stepped into the mountain gate, and a warm feeling of going home suddenly arose.

Not far from entering the mountain gate, Fang Zixuan put down the iron-boned horse in a clearing, and then walked quickly towards Qingzhu Peak.

Naturally, other people are responsible for taking these iron-boned horses and raising them intensively.

And at this moment, Qu Huayu of Qingxiu Peak had something to go to the Resource Palace, so he walked down Qingxiu Peak.

Walking on the road, suddenly, a familiar back came into Qu Huayu's eyes.

Looking at this familiar back, Qu Huayu's heart was agitated, so she couldn't help shouting at that back: "Senior Brother Fang." ”

It's just that Qu Huayu just shouted these three words, and suddenly realized that he was out of shape, Fang Zixuan had already died at the hands of those four powerhouses of the Martial Hou Perfection Realm, so the back in front of him similar to Fang Zixuan naturally couldn't be Fang Zixuan. In recent years, there have been more and more disciples of Qingyunmen, and it is normal for one or two people out of this ten thousand people to have their backs similar to Fang Zixuan.

Hearing someone shouting behind him, and the voice was very familiar, Fang Zixuan stopped, then turned around and looked behind.

Sure enough, this person who called Senior Brother Fang was the person he was familiar with, Ji Qianqian's disciple of Qingxiu Peak, Qu Huayu.

"Senior Sister Qu, long time no see. Fang Zixuan smiled at Qu Huayu.