The disciples of the Tianshan Mountains who practiced swordsmanship hard by the pool sweated like rain one by one, doubling their energy. Because at this time, an old man who was not amazing came to Tianchi and watched them practice. He was a sallow old man, with a thin stature, white hair like snow, and a pair of shining eyes that were deeply sunk into his sockets, but the sparkling and round ease in his eyes was unmistakably revealed through the deep sunken eye sockets. When people see his eyes, they suddenly forget the short and frail body of this old man, and feel that his body is full of freedom and freehand with heaven and earth. Seeing him, the Tianshan disciples seemed to be immediately full of vitality and fighting spirit, and their swordsmanship was sharper and more accurate. The elder disciples who instructed those disciples to practice stood on the side of the road and bowed to him from the bottom of their hearts. He is the current head of the Tianshan faction, Tiandi Fuyun Fan Qinglin.

This year's Fan Qinglin is over 70 years old, has been in charge of the Tianshan faction for more than 40 years, and has experienced countless turbulent waves. And now that he has gradually entered the age of antiquity, he has lost the capital to fight on the cusp of the storm, and his greatest interest in life is to watch the young disciples of the Tianshan Sect practice by the Tianchi. This made him feel that most of his life, which had been lost, seemed to be able to continue endlessly on the shore of this charming Tianchi Lake.

Today, Fan Qinglin felt a little anxious in his heart, and none of the five elders and one hundred elite disciples who were sent to Kunlun Mountain to assassinate the Heavenly Demon Purple Kunlun came back. Does this mean that they have all been buried in the Kunlun Cave? He regretted his decision that day: the five elders and those hundred disciples were the essence of the Tianshan Sect. How much effort did it take to be able to cultivate these disciples with strong swordsmanship. And if they can live, not to die, and walk on the rivers and lakes in the future, how beautiful it will be. And the reputation of the Tianshan Sect will also be more brilliant and dazzling with them. However, for the sake of the public welfare on the rivers and lakes, the survival of the Han people, and the rich golden face of the world's first hero Kyushu Fujiduan, he had to make this painful decision.

At this time, a Tianshan disciple who was good at light martial arts rushed to him, bowed down and whispered, "Qibing's head master and uncle, there is still no news of all the senior uncles and senior brothers. There are no people on the southwest road."

Fan Qinglin looked at the Tianshan disciples around him who were still practicing, and whispered, "Don't make a noise about this matter, you go and explore again, and find more disciples of the watchtower to go with you."

The disciple nodded firmly, and was about to turn away.

At this time, Fan Qinglin stopped him and said in a low voice, "Come back, bring the seven Gaochang horses in the horse gallery of Danjian Pavilion, and you can ride them to the bottom of the mountain to inspect again."

The disciple hesitated for a moment and said, "Master Ancestor, which are the seats of you and your uncles, how dare the disciple ......

"Don't talk so much!" Fan Qinglin shook his head, "I told you to ride, go quickly." Gather six Wanglou disciples to go with you, and report back as soon as you have news."

"Yes!" The disciple said in a deep voice, his body backwards and hid back, and with a whoosh he was gone.

Fan Qinglin sat down leisurely in the lakeside pavilion by the Tianchi Pond, quietly watching the disciples of the Tianshan Mountains practice swordsmanship. The legend of this lakeside pavilion was designed and built by Wang Qiong himself in that year, it was made of pure spruce wood, the structure was simple and simple, built on a mound, overlooking the blue waves of Tianchi, and the two pavilions and one residence of the Tianshan faction were also seen clearly. Later, the Tianshan Mountains sent eight swordsmanship masters who were famous for their sword energy, and in order to commemorate the Tianshan faction, a versatile generation of founding masters, they specially found a 10,000-kilogram granite in the Tianshan Mountains, and each used the sword qi to carve the boulder, and persevered every day. Thirty years later, these swordsmanship masters actually used their sword qi to carve this boulder out of Wang Qiong's chic demeanor when her clothes fluttered and she was comfortable in the wind. Wang Qiong, carved in stone, holds a sword in his left hand, strokes his beard with his right hand, and his sleeves face the wind, looking up to the sky and smiling, indescribably romantic. What is rare is that his deep eyes, vivid smile, and realistic movements like he is about to break through a stone are all vividly carved. It is conceivable that the eight predecessors who carved this stone statue not only had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, but also had profound attainments in sculpture art. What is even more commendable is their infinite admiration and love for Wang Qiong revealed from this exquisite stone statue. This stone statue now stands majestically by the lakeside pavilion, proud of the Tianshan Mountains and waters, and has been consistent for more than 100 years.

Looking at Wang Qiong's statue, Fan Qinglin's heart always has a boiling enthusiasm gushing out, as if returning to his youthful youth: he recalled that when he was a teenager, in order to admire Wang Qiong's peerless demeanor, he did not hesitate to cross thousands of mountains and rivers to come to Tianshan and worship under the Tianshan faction. At the age of twenty, he was a master of swordsmanship, tried the world with swords, and did a few vigorous things, and he lived up to the inexhaustible pride and ambition of his youth. At the age of thirty, he ascended to the throne of the head of the Tianshan Sect, devoted himself to sword training, and taught six outstanding young disciples. These six disciples are more romantic than they were back then, as soon as they came out of the Tianshan Mountains, they traveled all over the world, became famous in the troubled times, and made a great reputation. Later, even they became the protector elders of the Tianshan Mountains, and it was their disciple's turn to quickly move on to the rivers and lakes. Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Fan Qinglin's heart has sighed. He looked around the buildings and pavilions of the Tianshan Sect with great nostalgia, and secretly sighed to himself: If he could live for another forty years and watch the next two generations of Tianshan disciples become successful, how good it would be. Thinking of this, Fan Qinglin couldn't help laughing: he has been the head of the house for forty years, and he has lived happily for many years, and he is not satisfied. The human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, as said.

At this time, the Tianshan disciples divided into three teams, and under the leadership of the senior disciples of Youbu Weixuan, Chasing the Moon Pavilion and Wangyunxuan, they began the practice of the Tianshan Sword Technique. These disciples are still young, and they can't practice the difficult Sanqing Jiuxiao, praise their father chasing the sun, the night falling stars, or the Thirty-six Heavenly Mountain Divine Sword like the Yuehua Arc Light Sword. However, there are quite a dozen or so promising disciples among them, who can smoothly unleash the middle thirty-six Tianshan Divine Sword in the two pavilions and one pavilion.

I saw that among the sword team that was not good, the sound of the sword breaking the wind was like a crack, like a thunderbolt, and the sound shook the world. In the sword team of the Moon Chasing Pavilion, the sword is flowing, and the sword blade that is as bright as water shoots out bursts of pleasing electric light under the light of the morning sun. The disciples in Wangyun Xuan practiced all the way to swordsmanship, or strong and powerful, or complex and magnificent, or gentle and tactful, or vigorous and vigorous, and the sound of exhalation and opening was endless.

Fan Qinglin watched with satisfaction as these promising young disciples practiced the Tianshan Sword Technique diligently, and felt a sense of comfort in his heart.

At this moment, there was a burst of whistles on the side of the sword washing pool, and it seemed that a strong enemy had invaded. Fan Qinglin's brows furrowed slightly, and he was still sitting firmly in the lakeside pavilion. At this time, the senior disciples of the two pavilions and one residence began to shout loudly, asking the junior disciples to send a good formation, and then several leading disciples quickly came to Fan Qinglin and stood on both sides, waiting for the head to dispatch.

"Yixin, go and bring those horses back to see if the disciples on the horses are saved." Fan Qinglin's eyes darkened, and he said lightly.

The leader disciple called Zhan Yixin hurriedly turned his head, and only at this moment did he faintly hear a few faint sounds of horses' hooves, he gritted his teeth and said, "Obey." He flew out of the lakeside pavilion, drew his sword, pointed at the dozen disciples in front of him and shouted, "You come with me!" These dozen or so people unsheathed their long swords and followed Zhan Yixin towards the direction of the watchtower by the sword washing pool.

Quietly, eight hundred Tianshan disciples sent a neat team, silently watching the direction in which the dozen or so disciples disappeared, and everyone's hearts were so heavy that they seemed to be hanging with a thousand catties of boulders.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually became clear and audible, and then more than a dozen disciples led by Zhan Yixin led seven Gaochang horses, ran back to the Huxin Pavilion with red eyes, and knelt down. Zhan Yixin trembled and said, "Head of Qi Bing, Liu Zhonggui and the other seven mountain patrol disciples were shocked to death by the force of their palms, and the bodies were immediately transported back, please take a look at them."

Fan Qinglin stood up without moving, came to the horses carrying the corpses, and watched carefully. The fatal palm didn't need to be looked at carefully, and the clothes of everyone's vests were torn apart by an extremely strong palm force, revealing the bright and dazzling blue and red palm prints on the back of the heart.

"There's an old man coming to visit." The corners of Fan Qinglin's mouth twitched irrepressibly, and he said coldly. He raised his head and said, "Place their corpses side by side by the Heavenly Pond, and ignore them for now. Command all the disciples to form a sword formation and wait."

"Yes!" Zhan Yixin said loudly fiercely.