After Meng Fan and Mu Wan cleared out of the Sea of Stars, they continued to travel west. Suddenly, seven days passed, and in the early morning of this day, the two of them traveled more than 100 miles on horseback, and finally came to the foot of the Ethereal Peak.

This ethereal peak is located at the southern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, the clouds are sealed and foggy all the year round, and it looks from afar, if there is nothing, so it gets such a name.

The two did not deliberately hide their traces, and as soon as they came to the intersection of Shangfeng, two women in yellow shirts stepped forward to question their identity and intentions.

Meng Fan knew the temper of Tianshan Tong's grandmother, so he never planned to rely on force to break through, and immediately replied: "As soon as I was tired of reporting, I said that the disciple of Wuyazi came to visit Grandma Tong, well, this Wuyazi is your junior brother of Grandma Tong." ”

Although the woman of the Nine Heavens and Nine Divisions of the Vulture Palace is only the maid of Tianshan Tong's grandmother, she has always been domineering to outsiders, and in order to save trouble, Meng Fan had to take the first step to explain the relationship between Wuyazi and Tong's grandmother.

Sure enough, as soon as the two yellow-shirted women heard that Meng Fan and the others were Grandma Tong's nephews, their attitudes immediately changed, although they didn't fully believe it, they didn't drive the two away directly. After a brief discussion between the two women, one of them hurried up the mountain to report.

After touching a stick of incense, seven women came down from the peak, the leader was an old woman, who was fifty or sixty years old, and the rest were longer or less. The old woman didn't say anything after she came down, and directly invited Meng Fan and the others to go up the mountain.

Although the altitude of this ethereal peak is not high, but there are also ten days of danger, each of which is guarded by disciples of nine days and nine departments, Meng Fan and his party successively passed through the Broken Soul Cliff, Lost Footing Rock, Baizhang Stream, and finally came to the front of the bridge.

Although it is a bridge, there is only one chain, and even if you have light skills, it is not easy to think about it if you don't have a certain amount of courage.

After the overpass, behind the back of the mountain is a bluestone paved avenue, about two miles long, at the end of the stone road, a huge stone castle stands majestically, there is a stone carving vulture on the left and right of the fort gate, up to more than three zhang, the sharp beak and giant claws, the divine horse is extraordinary.

The people entered the fort gate, passed through two courtyards, and were finally led by the old woman into a large hall made of stones. I saw two groups of women standing on each side of the hall, and a cloud bed was placed in front of it, on which sat a girl with a year old sitting cross-legged.

The girl was short in stature but her eyes were like lightning, and she sat there with a majesty of her own. In addition to Tianshan Tong's grandmother, who else can such a person be.

The old woman who led the way took the initiative to stand aside after entering the hall, Meng Fan took Mu Wanqing to the middle of the hall and stands, and was about to bow her hand, but unexpectedly, Grandma Tong had already taken the first step and asked: "Since you two claim to be disciples of Wuyazi, what evidence do you have?"

Although her body looks like a girl, her voice is extremely old, and this contrast exists in one, which makes people feel both awkward and weird when they see it.

As his mind turned, Meng Fan took out a letter from his arms and said, "Here is a letter written to you by Wuyazi's predecessors, you can see it at a glance!"

When he came, he claimed to be a disciple of Wu Yazi, but at this moment, he didn't call Wu Yazi his master, if he was someone else, he would definitely be suspicious, but Grandma Tong's mind was completely focused on the letter, and she didn't notice this problem at all. When the letter flew in front of her, she quickly copied it into her hand and eagerly opened it to look at it.

Soon, Grandma Tong's face showed a touch of excitement and joy, and the women in the hall were stunned, when had they ever seen such a Grandma Tong.

In fact, Meng Fan had already read the content of this letter, except for pointing out the identities of him and Mu Wanqing, and asking Grandma Tong to teach martial arts, there were only a few brief greetings and blessings.

But even so, Grandma Tong was full of joy, perhaps in her heart, Wu Yazi could entrust her to teach her disciples, that is, she still remembered her in her heart, which was enough to comfort her for decades of bitter love.

However, this joy was quickly replaced by sadness, and after a short silence, she raised her head, stared at Meng Fan and the others with her eyes, and asked sharply: "Say, how could he be dying, with his cultivation, it would be easy to live for another few decades, how could he choose to pass on the gong so early?"

Grandma Tong had this change, which was also expected by Meng Fan, at the moment, he talked about the causes and consequences one by one, and finally said that he had destroyed Ding Chunqiu when he came, and avenged Wuyazi.

Grandma Tong listened, bowed her head and pondered, silent for a long time, and when she looked up again, she could no longer see the joy and sorrow, perhaps at her age, she had already looked down on life and death, and no cliff could finally think of her, and she was satisfied in this life.

At this moment, she first glanced at Mu Wanqing, then looked Meng Fan up and down, and said in her mouth: "With your kid's appearance, you can also be the head of my free faction, but Wuyazi said that your martial arts are superb, no less than him, grandma is suspicious, you are so old, you have started cultivating from your mother's womb, how powerful can you be?"

Meng Fan was used to being told about his age, so he smiled and said, "Since Grandma Tong doesn't believe it, why don't you try it yourself." ”

"Good!"

Invited to fight by a young man, how could Grandma Tong retreat, before the words fell, the person had already floated out, the figure had not arrived, a pair of bnn small hands suddenly slapped down, and in the palm momentum, two kinds of strength, one rigid and one soft, rushed to the face.

"This is the Tianshan Six Yang Palm!"

Although Meng Fan had never seen this palm technique, he was sure in his heart, because in addition to the Tianshan Six Yang Palms, there was no second sect in the Xiaoyao Sect that had such a combination of rigidity and softness.

The "six" character in the palm of the six yangs of the Tianshan Mountains actually represents the number of two yangs in the Book of Changes, so this gong can also be called the yin and yang palms of the Tianshan Mountains

The other party used his palm, and Meng Fan immediately used his palm, only to see that his two feet were wrong, and his palms were clapped together, and in the whistling sound, two illusory dragon shadows rushed out and collided with the rigid and soft palms.

Grandma Tong raised her eyebrows and laughed: "What a dragon descending ten palms, I didn't expect you to be a beggar!"

In the admiration, the palms clapped continuously, and the two palms, one yin and one yang, came out alternately, and the petite body was as fast as the wind, like an illusion like electricity.

Meng Fan smiled and said nothing, a set of ten palms of dragon descending was completed, and the palm momentum suddenly changed, from rigid to soft, and the strength was endless, but it was a self-created Xuanming palm method.

Grandma Tong's expression changed slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, she was familiar with the world's martial arts, but she had never seen this palm technique, she exchanged a few moves, and said in surprise: "What kind of palm is this?"

"Xuan Ming Palm!"

Grandma Tong kept attacking, secretly recalling in her heart, Shaoqing, and wondered: "Grandma has never heard of this palm technique, where did you learn it?"

"Self-created!" Meng Fan's tone was flat, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, somewhat proud.

When Grandma Tong heard this, she seemed to be surprised, and her shot was a little slower, Meng Fan seized the opportunity, and the two palms were stacked back and forth, and the palms were like a tide, and one after another slammed forward, which was the three stacks of clear water in Xuan Ming's palm.

Feeling the power of this palm, Grandma Tong instantly changed color, and hurriedly used the similar and mysterious palm Yangguan three stacks in the palm of the Tianshan Six Yangs.

The four palms intersected, and there was a loud bang, Meng Fan's figure shook, and he withdrew half a step to unload his palm, but Grandma Tong snorted in pain, and her body retreated continuously, until she reached the stone steps behind her before stabilizing her body.

This type of palm power competition, but Grandma Tong lost.