When Lian Feng woke up, the brothers and sisters beside him gathered one after another. A stout young man said excitedly, "Senior Brother Lian, have you woken up?"

Lian Feng's handsome face showed a hint of fatigue, looked around, and asked, "How long have I passed out?"

"Brother Lian," a so-called disciple of the Guanzhong Sword Sect said solemnly, "You have been in a coma for seven days and seven nights, and we are already taking a boat south along the Bianshui River, and we will arrive in Shouzhou in a few days."

"I'm really useless, I actually fainted for no reason, and I tired your brothers." Lian Feng's face showed a humble look, and his hands tightly grasped the thin quilt covering his body.

"Brother Lian is polite," the Guanzhong disciple said in a deep voice, "It is only thanks to Brother Lian's strength to resist the Turkic elite masters and kill more than 100 people, that we stragglers can escape from Ascension. I thought that this time the whole army would be wiped out, but who knew that more than half of the brothers survived, and these are the credit of Brother Lian."

Lian Feng shook his head again and again, thinking of the few brothers who died by his side, he was in no mood to speak.

There was a look of understanding in the eyes of the Guanzhong disciple, and he patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Have a good rest, when we get off the boat, we will purchase a car and go straight to Yishan to help the Yue Nu Palace, otherwise, I'm afraid, hey."

"Yue Nu Palace?" Lian Feng straightened up from the bed and asked eagerly, "By the way, why don't you go back to Tianshan?"

Everyone's faces showed a look of grief and indignation, and the eyes of several Tianshan young disciples turned red. Lian Feng's eyes widened angrily, grabbed the Tianshan disciple on the side, and asked, "Say, why?"

That Tianshan disciple's lips trembled, coughed, and said in a trembling voice, "The Tianshan Sect has been destroyed by the Heavenly Demon."

"What?" Lian Feng only felt that his body seemed to be shaken by a pair of invisible giant palms a few times in a row, his brain seemed to explode with a bang, his eyes flashed wildly, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

In a trance, he heard several voices calling out to him eagerly, and after a long dazed moment, he finally regained control of himself, suppressed the hatred that seemed to burn through his chest, and asked in a deep voice, "I'm fine, why don't you go to Shaolin?"

Everyone was silent for a long time, and it was the disciple of Naguanzhong who spoke first: "Strange to say, the Shaolin Temple did not make any resistance, and allowed the Heavenly Demon to burn down the temple, and the monks of the Heji Temple fled in all directions, but there were no casualties. However, the Shaolin Temple has always regarded itself as the orthodoxy of the Central Plains martial arts, and this time it is unbelievable that it actually fled after hearing the wind."

"I didn't expect the Shaolin Temple to be a group of fearless people." A Tianshan disciple said angrily.

"Don't say that!" Lian Feng's eyes flashed with wisdom, "The Shaolin Temple did the right thing, it would be unwise to confront the Heavenly Demon who was at its peak now. If the Shaolin Temple, the Tianshan Sect and the Yue Nu Palace join forces to fight the enemy this time, the odds of victory will be greatly increased. I suspect that the elite masters of the Shaolin Temple must have figured this out, so they resolutely abandoned the Shaolin Temple and rushed to Yishan to meet the masters of the Yue Nu Palace."

"I see!" The Tianshan disciples and Guanzhong masters on the ship suddenly realized and nodded one after another.

"We can't delay for a moment now, we must rush to the Yue Nu Palace as soon as possible." Lian Feng said excitedly. "Good!" It was only at this moment that everyone present regained their fighting spirit.

When the morning sun rises, the light smoke and mist that permeate the Yishan Mountain recedes like a tide, revealing the world-famous strange rocks and pines in the mountain and countless silver waterfalls that are as magnificent as the Nine Heavens Flying Dragon.

Batch after batch of white-clothed disciples of the Yue Nu Palace rushed to the Tiandu Peak sword training platform that ushered in the morning sun at the earliest, and began the practice of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin Array. On the high slope of the sword training platform, the sword fairy Hua Jinghong, the master of the Yue Nu Palace, inserted the Heavenly Trace Sword on his back, standing tall, calmly commanding hundreds of disciples, advancing and retreating to practice this set of unparalleled formations that had swept the world's martial arts.

At this moment, Fang Feihong, a disciple of the mountain patrol, quickly came to Hua Jinghong's side and whispered, "Qiqi Palace Master, the master of Shaolin Temple led Master Wuxiu to come to worship the mountain."

Hua Jinghong was slightly surprised: "Shaolin Crossing Tribulation, is he a senior monk of the same generation as Master Duyuan? He has been retired for ten years, and he never imagined that he would go out of the mountains again, and there must be a big event."

She resolutely ordered, "You are here to supervise the practice of my junior sisters, and I will immediately lead all the senior uncles to greet the senior monks."

Fang Feihong also felt the seriousness of the situation, and without saying a word, he immediately took the order.

At this time, the disciples of Yishan Mountain were extremely busy, because in addition to the two eminent monks who had just come to the Ying Living Room, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Wuchen, and the head of the Dharma Academy, Bodhi Academy, Luohan Hall, Praruo Hall, and the Discipline Academy, there were also more than 100 well-known Shaolin disciples who also arrived together. These people usually only come here, which is already a rare wonder in martial arts, let alone arriving together. All the mountain patrol disciples immediately assigned more than a dozen people to lead the way, and respectfully welcomed these Shaolin monks to the welcome pavilion of the Tiannu Hall of the Yue Nu Palace, and the wide welcome pavilion hall was full of people. The tea alone has used up the ten days of inventory in the Yue Nu Palace.

Not only that, but less than half an hour later, dozens of disciples of the Tianshan Sect led by Lian Feng and dozens of disciples of the Guanzhong Sword Sect arrived at the Yingsheng Hall together. Originally, the Tianshan faction and the Yuenu Palace were incompatible, but Lian Feng was particularly polite this time, and explained the reason for visiting the mountain in detail, and the disciples who patrolled the mountain did not dare to slack off, and also led them to the Yingbin Pavilion. The originally quiet Yishan Welcome Pavilion was full of friends, and it was very lively for a while.

After a while, another group of Central Plains martial arts warriors led by Xie Manting, Zuo Jiande and Lu Lin rushed to come, they were all martial arts figures whose sects had been destroyed, and they came to Yishan to meet with a group of Central Plains masters to surround and kill the Heavenly Demons and avenge the death of their fellow disciples. At this time, the Yingbin Pavilion could no longer sit down, so the Yishan disciples had to set up seats in the open space in front of the Yingbin Pavilion and skillfully set up a pavilion to allow these martial arts people to sit for the time being.

When Hua Jinghong, the master of the Yue Nu Palace, came to the Welcome Pavilion, these martial arts people stood up one after another and bowed down. Hua Jinghong, the famous sword fairy who dared to invite the world's first swordsman, has inadvertently become the first choice for fighting against heavenly demons in the minds of martial arts people in the Central Plains. Although the myth of the invincibility of the Yue Nu swordsmanship in the world is usually quite dismissive in the eyes of these people, it is tightly held in their hands like a life-saving straw at this moment.

The prestigious Hua Jinghong still receives every martial arts character with her unique soft smile, and does not have any contempt for people because of her noble status.

The masters of the Shaolin Temple, who had already converged, saluted Hua Jinghong together under the leadership of Master Wuchen, and Master Wuchen said in a deep voice: "Miss Hua, this time my Shaolin visit is sudden, and it is particularly disturbing."

Hua Jinghong immediately returned the salute and said, "The masters are distinguished guests who can't be invited by the palace, so why bother."

She looked at the Tribulation who was standing with her hands on the side, smiled slightly, and said, "Hello Master Tribulation, do you remember the little girl who fought with you back then?"

The Master of the Tribulation looked at Hua Jinghong, thought for a moment, and suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Oh, it turned out to be you!" It turned out that when Xianyu Yijian Zuo Nianqiu fought Shaolin Temple, he presided over the Duyuan Zen Master, and he originally refused to be watched. However, there were two people who were itchy and tried their best to sneak to the place where the two would fight to watch the battle, but they were discovered by each other. That was the young and vigorous Ferry and the particularly naughty teenager Hua Jinghong at that time. Du Zheng looked down on Hua Jinghong, and just wanted to drive her away quietly, but he didn't expect this little girl to be extraordinarily elfty, and he actually deceived him, thinking that he had killed her by mistake. This incident was a big scandal in the past, and it also made the tragedy practice hard, broke through the second vein of Ren Du, and practiced the unparalleled golden needle nine-style fingering in the world. It's a pity that he practiced hard at that time, and his evil spirit was too heavy, so that this way of fingering could not be put away, which became a big pity.

At this time, thinking of this past incident more than ten years ago, the master of the catastrophe was no longer half annoyed, and he no longer minded. He smiled and said, "Amitabha, it turns out that you were the little benefactor back then, and now you have grown up. I wonder if I'm still so naughty?"

Hua Jinghong sneered and said, "The naughty crazy girl has already repented back then, and now only the honest Hua Jinghong is here, so the master doesn't have to worry."

"Amitabha," Master Gao Xuan said, "such a poor monk finally breathed a sigh of relief."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and at the same time felt the ease of meeting each other and smiling and resentment.

At this time, Lian Feng on the side supported the injury that had not yet healed, reluctantly stood up, looked at Hua Jinghong deeply, and said, "Miss Hua, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Hua Jinghong turned around at this time, faced Lian Feng, and said with a smile: "Brother Lian, that hearty sword competition back then, Jinghong is still unforgettable. This time, I will definitely have another discussion with Brother Lian."

Lian Feng's heart was filled with indifferent joy, as if he saw a trace of delicate sunshine in the dark clouds in the sky, and he only felt refreshed and happy all over his body, and the fatigue along the way was swept away. There was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, but there was a jerky long smile in his mouth: "Fairy Hua has this Yaxing, Lian Mou dares to disobey his fate."

Hua Jinghong didn't feel the scorching look in Lian Feng's eyes, but recalled the love of the sword competition in the past, and was more interested, and raised his voice to greet the heroes present to drink tea. She herself came to the main seat of the welcome pavilion and sat down, and said: "The heroes visited Yishan today, which really made the Yuenu Palace shine, and my Yuenu Palace has no respect, only a light of light tea to welcome guests, I hope you will forgive me."

"The palace master is too polite!" The first fearless monk of the Shaolin Luohan Hall was the most impatient, and the first one stood up and said, "We came here day and night, for what, the palace master must have known it in his heart."

Hua Jinghong smiled slightly apologetically and said, "This palace is about to ask for advice."

"Huh?" Everyone present let out a soft exclamation.

"The palace master doesn't even know?" The fearless monk was dumbfounded.

"I really don't know." Hua Jinghong said lightly.

The dreadnought monk looked at Master Wuchen, and when he saw that his senior brother nodded, he said, "Here's the thing, the palace master knew that the Heavenly Demon Purple Kunlun had cultivated the Heavenly Demon Tribulation and had gone north from Kunlun, slaughtering the eight hundred disciples of the Tianshan Sect, and then going south along the official road, along the way, he wiped out the thirteen sect gangs and killed thousands of people. Everyone in the Central Plains Martial Arts is in danger, but they are powerless to resist. It is in view of this that everyone here has come to the Precious Treasure Land, hoping to join forces with the Yue Nu Palace to fight against the Heavenly Demons."

"The Tianshan Sect has been wiped out?" Hua Jinghong said in shock, and the elders of the Yue Nu Palace behind her also gasped. The Tianshan faction and the Yuenu Palace are equally famous, the two factions have been fighting openly and secretly for more than a hundred years, and they know each other's strength very well.

"Miss Hua, I hope that Shaolin, the Yue Nu Palace and the Tianshan faction will give up their prejudices and work together to punish this demon!" At the mention of the Heavenly Demon, Lian Feng's eyes couldn't help but turn blood-red, and the bruises on his face were exposed.

Seeing Lian Feng, the always suave and suave son of the turbid world, become like this, it was the elders of the Yue Nu Palace, who had always looked at the top, that all showed a trace of sympathy.

Hua Jinghong glanced at him softly, thought for a while, and said, "The Heavenly Demon is coming south this time, if he dares to go to the Yue Nu Palace to spread wildness, this palace will have to fight him. It's just that his martial prowess is really so high that we can join forces against the enemy?"

"Miss Hua!" Lian Feng immediately understood that Hua Jinghong, who had always aimed to pursue the highest level of swordsmanship, had the intention of single-handedly fighting the Heavenly Demons, and he hurriedly said, "The survival of the Central Plains Martial Arts lies in this battle, which is no longer a person's gain or disgrace, but a matter of the well-being of the people in the world. Please put the overall situation first, and give up the idea of fighting the Heavenly Demon alone."

Hua Jinghong raised her eyebrows and was silent.

"Ahem," Du Zheng, who had been silent on the side, smiled slightly, and said softly, "Girl, if you defeat the Heavenly Demon, you will naturally be famous all over the world, if you lose, you will only pity the disciples of Yishan all over the mountain, and no one will be able to save you."

Hua Jinghong smiled slightly: "Master Tribulation doesn't need to scare me, it's just that I am really itchy and want to have a fight with this invincible martial arts master in the world. But since you have been so persuasive, it would be too stubborn for me to insist on complying. Okay, since we have joined forces, we will have a vigorous one, the Thousand-Armed Guanyin Array of the Yue Nu Palace, the Seven Stars Inviting the Moon Array of the Tianshan Sect and the Five Hundred Arhats Array of the Shaolin Temple are probably going to join forces for the first time this time."

"Good!" "Good!" The masters of the Shaolin Temple and the Tianshan faction stood up one after another, applauding in unison, the sound was like thunder, and the momentum was great. Although the elders of the Yue Nu Palace did not make a sound, their eyes already showed a look of joy in their eyes.