On the Xuanqing Peak, the early morning air, with a faint fragrance of flowers, and the fan-like birds landed on the two rows of cyan ancient trees, chirping and singing non-stop, and some of the bold ones flew directly to the top of the house next to the cultivation ground, slapping on the shiny feathers.

A touch of Xu Yang shone through the clouds, with a trace of temperature, on Wei Wei's Xuanqing Peak.

On the wide cultivation ground paved with jade, a few sparse disciples were learning from each other, and the Dao aura was rippling.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a white robe, stood in the middle of the field, pointing at the disciples, looking serious, with an unremarkable face, with a bit of affinity.

At this time, a petite figure sneaked into the attic living room in the center from the eaves aisle next to the cultivation ground.

This figure, with every step he took, looked back at the few disciples who were sparring, especially, a few more glances at a nine-year-old girl.

And this figure is Chen Fan, who has just returned from cultivating in the cemetery, and the girl he is looking at is none other than Senior Sister Bai Shuiyao.

Today, Senior Sister put on a new robe, a white robe, and the hair that was burned by the Yin and Yang Spirits also grew out because of the cultivation of the Breakthrough Spirit One Heaven.

Therefore, Chen Fan took a few more looks, and these few glances made Chen Fan's heart flutter.

When Chen Fan looked at his senior sister, Bai Shuiyao also happened to see his sneaky appearance, and couldn't help but smile "bared his teeth".

Chen Fan came to an ancient wooden pier in the living room, sat down, grabbed a few spirit fruits, and devoured them in his mouth.

After eating and drinking, Chen Fan returned to the second floor, found an animal skin, and continued to write the lyre score.

The grace of dripping water, the spring reciprocates,

Chen Fan understands this truth, Elder Mo has helped him so much, he should also help him, but there are a few places in the score of the Seven Xuanqin with the sound of killing, if the strength is not enough, he will not dare to write at all.

During this time, after he returned from cultivation every day, he would write the score of the Seven Xuanqin, writing one paragraph a day, and to this day, it can almost be completed.

"Poof!"

After about half an hour, Chen Fan's chest was stuffy, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of stuffy blood.

"The score of the Seven Xuanqin is really not ordinary, it can be used as a high-level spiritual skill of the Xuan Rank, Ma Dan, just a short paragraph, but it was counterattacked. Chen Fan was dizzy for a while and muttered.

It seems that writing this piano score hurts the body more than cultivation, and Chen Fan is just plagiarism, not his own creation, and he is so devoured that he vomits blood, which shows the strength of a Xuan-level advanced spiritual skill.

About two hours!

Chen Fan walked out of the room, his breath was disordered, his eyes were constantly fighting, and he was tired, holding a Moyo animal skin, and walked towards the cultivation ground.

And everyone is still fighting, everyone is preparing for the year-on-year competition, and a tense atmosphere fills the cultivation ground.

Mo Qingchen has been discussing with the elders and masters of the sect about dealing with the Lingfeng Gate these days, and it is rare to be free today, so I will guide everyone.

Seeing Chen Fan coming, everyone was stunned as if they hadn't seen it, and when they were talking, they had to pay full attention and couldn't take care of him.

The only one who was free in the field was Mo Qingchen, who stood with his hands in his hands, sometimes nodding and sometimes frowning.

"Yo you, Xiao Fan, are you also going to come to cultivate, you know that you are nervous. Mo Qingchen saw Chen Fan, who was yawning constantly, and said ruthlessly.

"Elder Mo, it's impossible to cultivate, it's okay to sleep. Chen Fan raised his head and smiled, and then threw Mo Qingchen a piece of animal skin, and said, "This is for you, I'll go to sleep." ”

After finishing speaking, Chen Fan yawned, dragged his tired body, and walked back again, as if cultivation really had nothing to do with him.

"I really want to beat you up!" Mo Qingchen looked bitter.

If it weren't for Chen Fan, who would go to the Dead Tomb Mountain Range to cultivate every night, Mo Qingchen would have beaten him half-disabled.

Thinking of the lifeless cemetery, he couldn't help but shudder, and sighed: "Alas! The old man didn't see that your nature was not bad, so he would have driven you out a long time ago." ”

Mo Qingchen occasionally followed Chen Fan, and each time he ran into the lifeless forbidden land, and the next day, he appeared intact, which was very strange.

Those dead qi, even if it was his Spirit Emperor's strength of the First Heaven Heaven, he didn't dare to provoke it easily, so Mo Qingchen suspected that this kid was designated to practice some kind of evil technique.

He wanted to make a move several times, and he ended up with this strange child, but seeing that his nature is not bad, he gets along well with all the disciples, especially Bai Shuiyao, who is obedient in every way, which makes him unable to make up his mind to kill several times.

Looking at the figure that was fading away, Mo Qingchen shook his head helplessly, it is impossible for senior brother to have such a disciple.

Immediately, he casually meowed at the animal skin that Chen Fan gave him.

"This ......!"

Suddenly, Mo Qingchen was short of breath, his face changed suddenly, and he even stammered when he spoke.

Even if he faced the door master Lu Tianming, Mo Qingchen would not be like this, but he was a little silent at this time.

"Tangram legato!"

"Xuan-level high-level spiritual skills, and it is the ...... of the Seven Xuanqin scores"

Mo Qingchen opened his mouth and stammered, and then, he savored it word by word, and every time he read a paragraph, his shocked color became even stronger.

With aura, it turns into a killing sound, formless, colorless and tasteless, only a song of liver and intestines, and the seven hearts of the seven hearts ...... at will.

"Damn, it's really a piano score and spiritual skill!" Mo Qingchen couldn't help but be rude.

He is also proficient in piano scores, and when he saw this "tangram legato", he could see at a glance that this was a real piano score, and he could play it.

With the simplest playing, the notes of the mountains and rivers can be played, and the enemy can be invisibly controlled, which can be called a masterpiece.

When he saw the last row of words, Mo Qingchen's body trembled.

Note: There is also a flute score, which can be played in an ensemble, the same Xuan-level high-level spiritual skills, the two are one, and there is the power of ground-level low-level spiritual skills.

"Damn, whose tomb did he dig? No, I have to find him. Mo Qingchen was excited.

A book of tangram legato has already made him feel that this is the pinnacle music spectrum, how do you know, there is also a flute score, combined into one, which can reach the low-level spiritual skills of the ground level.

There are only a few high-level spiritual skills in the Seven Xuanmen, and they are all regarded as treasures by the door master.

As for the ground-level spiritual skills, only the previous sect master had cultivated, and these elders, they had cultivated the Xuan-level intermediate spiritual skills at most.

Don't look at the thousands of disciples in the Seven Xuanmen Sect, the strength is extremely strong, the holy land of cultivators, it seems that the scenery is infinitely good, but in fact, after the previous sect master entered the cemetery, his strength plummeted, and he didn't even have a decent spiritual skill.

Now, a low-level local practice is about to be born, and Mo Qingchen seriously doubts that this child is not digging other people's graves in the cemetery!

"Master...... Master, what's wrong with you?" Bai Shuiyao had just finished sparring with the fourth senior sister "Ye Xinyu", when she saw the master holding a piece of animal skin and smirking, she asked.

"Ah......h

He was too excited just now, and when he thought of playing with Liu Weiyang's qin and flute in the future, the low-level spiritual skills of the ground level, sweeping a large area, he couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts.

"Ahem, cough, cough, what, I still have some things, you should cultivate first! ”

Mo Qingchen smiled awkwardly.

Then, with ecstatic spirit, he put the hide in the storage ring and quickly left.

The storage ring belongs to a kind of space device, and only those at the elder level can have it.

"Hehe, the master is always weird today, let's practice first! Bai Shuiyao shook her head puzzled.

Senior brother, the second senior brother is not there, so she will take the lead and lead everyone to cultivate.

......

Xuanyang Peak!

The sun was shining brightly at noon, with a slight hint of dazzling light on this mountain peak of birds and flowers, and hundreds of female disciples were cultivating together, they were delicate and elegant, and they were uniformly dressed in white clothes.

The strength of Xuanyang Peak's disciples has always been strong, and every year and year, they can rank in the top three, and even enter the first place.

All of this is related to Xuanyang Peak's full aura, which is full of aura, and it is twice the result with half the effort to cultivate, of course, a good cultivation environment is indispensable, and a master who can cultivate talents.

Just looking at this uniform dress, all kinds of strange flowers and plants around, and a wide lotus pond, you know that the leader of Xuanyang Peak is not ordinary.

Hundreds of female disciples meditated on the futon on their knees on the wide cultivation ground next to the lotus pond, all of them silent and solemn, without smiling.

"Knock knock!"

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded from the steps of the upper Xuanyang Peak, and in just a few breaths, a middle-aged man, with excitement, came here.