The smoke waves are vast and the dust falls, the enchanting jade belt duckweed is wide, a peak is alone and soars into the sky, and the Haoshou Sword Immortal lives in the house.

In the scorching summer season, the lotus flowers bloom in a pond on the bamboo peak, and the fragrance is permeated, and there is a huge sound from time to time, which is the mountain moving force is moving the boulder.

Located in the middle of the mountainside, the plain and deserted cold pool has become a lively place because of Jiazi Dabi, many disciples who were disturbed by the loud noise and could not meditate have fled from their original residences, even if they can't enter the pavilion, feel the cool breath on the edge of the cold pool, it is also a comfort in the hot weather.

Hu Chen has often come to Hantan to sharpen his aura since he returned from the Haifang Market, and there are more people who come to Hantan to rub the air conditioner during this time, and he has been in and out of the hut a lot less, Grandpa Yi reminded him to keep a low profile, of course he didn't dare not listen, he hadn't eaten enough of the mullet in this pool.

"Senior brother, come quickly, I will help you occupy a place, I have a period of time in Hantan, when is it so lively here? Could it be that Hantan has released the ban? Look at this crowd, if I hadn't come early, there would be no place in the pavilion, I heard the junior brother below say that you come often, so I will give you a place, just thinking that you will arrive. Song Xize smiled and greeted Hu Chen.

Hu Chen smiled and explained his confusion for his senior brother: "Yes, it's too hot this day, isn't it that the sect is transforming here, and it is close to Jiazi Dabi, many juniors and disciples can't meditate and practice at the foot of the mountain, Hantan is cool here, and many people sneak to the vicinity of Hantan to meditate and practice, originally Grandpa Yi wanted to drive them away, but he was persuaded to go down, and at the same time the restrictions on entering and exiting the pavilion were relaxed, after all, if you can have a little more strength, you can go further in Dabi." ”

Song Xize glanced at Hu Chen in surprise, he didn't expect this incident to be caused by him, what did he call the old man in the thatched house just now Grandpa Yi? It seems that he must be very close to the unkind old antique, his eyes rolled, and he thought about it.

Song Xize pulled Hu Chen over and whispered, "Senior Brother Hu, you are very familiar with the old man in that thatched house, aren't you?" Then do you know that there are countless treasures buried under this cold pool, which are all left by the ancestors of the Sword Sect, waiting for the acquisition of the destined person, since you are so familiar with the old man, go and beg him, let you and I go down to the cold pool to explore, if you can get some relics of the ancestors, it can be regarded as adding a lot of chances for yourself, besides, this ancestral relics are not taken now, do you wait for Dabi to lose face and then come to take it, do you say?"

Hu Chen nodded and said: "What Senior Brother said is not unreasonable, but can this matter be counted if Grandpa Yi said it? I heard that the frost crying in the depths of this cold pool is extremely powerful, even the monks who have come out of the Divine Realm should be careful, don't fail to take the treasure when the time comes, but it will not be good if you are injured." ”

Song Xize patted Hu Chen's shoulder and looked around, and a voice sounded in Hu Chen's heart: "Senior brother, you don't know, frost crying is terrible, but it has already been banned by the ancestors with a formation to block most of the power, so you can rest assured, manly husband, how can there be such a good thing as a treasure falling from the sky into your hands? Jiufang Mountain has made a bloody investment for this big competition, and the first reward is an immortal weapon, if I have an immortal weapon in my hand, stand still, and let the senior brother take out the sword and cut it for half a day. ”

Hu Chen's eyes lit up when he listened, Senior Brother is a sword cultivator out of the Divine Realm, can the immortal weapon be so powerful? The senior brother is a sword cultivator out of the Divine Realm, and he was immediately deflated, how many pairs of eyes are staring at the whole Daqing, he is still a little self-aware of this, he is not delusional about the immortal weapon, isn't there a mysterious weapon as a reward for the top ten? Even if the Xuanqi is almost there, it is not far off, he still has some ideas about the Xuanqi, and he also agrees with Song Xize's words, in addition to comparing whether the Jiazi Dabi is solid in its own realm, many external forces are the key to determining whether it can achieve a good ranking, otherwise it will not be the price of various armor weapons that have a bonus to combat power The price has risen sharply.

Hu Chen thought for a moment, nodded and agreed: "I'll try it, just if Grandpa Yi refuses, forget it." ”

In the thatched hut, the old man squinted his eyes slightly, his face was expressionless, he didn't mind Song Xize's words without the slightest respect, he had been guarding Hantan for many years, and he had heard even more ugly words, if he was angry with the juniors for this, he was afraid that he would have been angry to death.

It's not that he wants to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two, here in Hantan, as long as it's not a voice from the heart, he can hear it, and the cultivation land of Hantan is his world.

What Song Xize wants, he knows it clearly, there was once a sword sect ancestor of the Song family left a piece of the armor, this armor is invulnerable, the sword below the high-level Xuanpin can not easily damage it, and the Buddhist scriptures are printed on the armor, and it also has a great resistance to spiritual attacks such as charm illusions. After Song Xize learned the information in the clan, he repeatedly wanted to go down to the pond to hunt for treasures, but the old man refused, and this time he even attracted Hu Chen.

The complexity of the day has faded, and the cool night looks very quiet. Yi Sanqian closed his eyes and meditated in the thatched hut, but his mind kept observing Hu Chen, who wanted to talk and stopped, this place in Hantan is really his final say, even the sect master Li Twelve wants anyone to enter Hantan to hunt for treasure, and it is up to him to let them go down to the pond to hunt for treasure, he just wants to see what kind of rhetoric Hu Chen has prepared to convince him.

Yi Sanqian's unkindness is well-known, there are many elders in the sect and today's young disciples, many of them were thrown by him to the duckweed river to drink water, there was an elder who was thrown into the duckweed river by Yi Sanqian when he was young, because of the poor water quality of the river water, he drank it full, and almost drowned, so he sued Yi Sanqian to the ancestral hall, and Li Twelve did not mention it.

It wasn't until many years later that this disciple became an elder of the sect, and every time there was a meeting in the Patriarch Hall, there was always a chair that was extremely far forward that had been vacant, and he learned that it was Yi Sanqian's seat, and he was amazed, of course, this matter was also passed on as a joke among the elders, and he was not really his own person if he was not thrown by Yi Sanqian in the duckweed river.

Hu Chen twisted for a long time but still decided to tell the truth, so he told the old man the idea that he wanted to go down to the pool with his senior brother to get the treasure, Yi Sanqian didn't open his eyes, only responded with an 'oh' word, Hu Chen didn't know why, thought the old man didn't hear it, so he repeated it again, until the fourth time, Yi Sanqian couldn't bear it, and kicked Hu Chen into the cold pool.

Song Xize saw that Hu Chen had entered the cold pool, so he knew that the old man had agreed, and when he got out of the cold pool, he went straight to the place where he passed through Jia, and he didn't care about what Hu Chen could get. He didn't have no ideas about Hu Chen, but Hantan was the territory of the old immortal, with the relationship between Hu Chen and the old man, he really wanted to make a move, and he might have to give up his efforts before he could make a move, Hu Chen was not wary of him now, he had a chance.

Song Xize didn't waste much effort to get what he wanted, he had been preparing for many years, this piece of armor was for the children of the Song family, and he didn't get it for so many years, just missing an opportunity to take the treasure. Song Xize glanced at the calm cold pool water, smiled coldly, and left with the wind.

Hu Chen was kicked into the lake by Yi Sanqianyi, choking on several mouthfuls of ice water, and when he came back to his senses, he was still in the icy cold pool, which was obviously a paradise.

A clear stream is gurgling, the grass grows on both banks, the golden flowers of a tree are like a phoenix spreading its wings and soaring, and the flowers are colorful, a woman in white is weaving a by the stream, she is slightly surprised when she sees Hu Chen, the smoke curls in the hut behind her, the breeze blows, and the refreshing fragrance comes to your face.

The woman's quiet voice sounded in Hu Chen's heart: "You are Fu Shen, a good name, Fu Feng is shaking, the light clouds return to the snow, the heart is quiet, and the sea and land are sinking." Don't be surprised, this is your fate, don't ask, you will understand in the future, my fate is over, let Qinglian go with you. ”

The gentle voice of the woman in white gradually deepened, and a huge cyan lotus flower spun and flew out of the hut, slowly falling towards Hu Chen's palm.

Hu Chen looked curiously at the Qinglian in his palm that was gradually getting smaller, and the small sword he had personally collected from his master also let out a sword groan, echoing the Qinglian spinning in his palm.

Hu Chen curiously held the Qinglian in his hand, and when he spread his hand again, the Qinglian was already gone. In an instant, the whole world collapsed, a tree and a flower were shattered, the clear stream disappeared, the whole ground was torn apart, the figure of the woman in white dissipated, and the thatched hut turned into pieces of ruins flying in the air.

The water in the cold pool suddenly seemed to boil, Yi Sanqian opened his eyes fiercely, and his heart was full of surprise, could it be that Hu Chen got that thing?

Hu Chen was cold and in the cold pool, and he drank a few sips of ice water fiercely before he was caught off guard, Yi Sanqianyi lifted Hu Chen out of the water, one of Hu Chen's faces was red from the cold, and a small green lotus that kept spinning appeared in front of Hu Chen.

Yi Sanqian's fingers moved slightly, he had already sealed this world, his eyes looked at the Qinglian in front of Hu Chen for a long time, and then looked at Hu Chen carefully for a while, his eyes were sometimes gentle, sometimes sharp, and Hu Chen was frightened, not knowing what he was getting, causing Grandpa Yi to look at him like this.

Yi Sanqian let out a long sigh and waved his hand to let Hu Chen leave.

How many years have passed, has she finally let go completely? Hantan is deep and deep, and she can't lock her dreams, she is no more, what is there in Hantan worthy of his protection? How can the Qinglian Sword Sect still be worthy of his nostalgia? There will be no other person in the world who is worth caring about, Chilan appeared, and surrounded Yi Sanqian and whimpered in a low voice, like crying and complaining.

A long roar resounded throughout the Qinglian Sword Sect, one person and one sword stood alone on the top of the sea of clouds, he wanted to take another look at the gorgeous sunrise on the bamboo peak, the red glow was impregnated, and the golden light shone among the clouds.

Li Twelve stood on the top of the Guanque Tower with his hands in his hands, looking at the lonely figure, Yi Sanqian's decision did not need anyone's persuasion, and silently gave up.

Yi 3,000 heads don't return, the sunrise is white clouds and red fire, the old people go with the wind, I have a sword to ask the rotten, what about leaving 3,000 in vain?