The Red Scale Mountain Range stretches for thousands of miles, just entrenched at the intersection of the two holy places of the Heavenly Punishment Sect and the Hongru Sect, like a giant dragon looking up to the sky, with extraordinary momentum.

The main peak, the Red Scale Peak, is the momentum of reaching the sky, standing in this stretching mountain range with the moon in hand, looking down on the whole land with a crowning attitude.

Under the majestic Red Scale Peak, a stretching path, like a heavenly road, winds and circles, leading to the sky.

Above thousands of feet, in the clouds and mist, I don't know which master exerted supreme supernatural powers, and actually cut off the majestic peak horizontally, turning into a huge area, blue bricks are spread horizontally, the halls are numerous, the pavilions and pavilions are exquisite, like a paradise, a fairyland on earth.

Outside the pavilions and pavilions of those majestic halls, there is a towering gate, two stone pillars hold a boulder about ten zhang long like an arm, on it, it is written with vigorous calligraphy "Red Scale Peak" three words, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, travels the world, the momentum is immense, and the soul is captured!

Starting from the Heavenly Punishment Sect, five days later, Jing Jue and the others finally arrived at this Red Scale Peak by flying cloud eagle.

As soon as he fell from the back of the flying cloud eagle, Jing Jue looked into the distance, the clouds and mist were misty, covering the mountains, he took a deep breath of the cool air in the mountains, feeling refreshed and very comfortable.

"In this world, there is such a fairyland. Jia Jin on the side looked at the changing clouds and mist in the distance at this time, and sighed with emotion.

"Hahaha...... Elder Qiu, Elder Liu, you guys are too fast, more than two hours faster than the agreed time, which makes me a little unprepared. ”

The group only settled for a moment, and a hearty laugh came from within the majestic gate, the laughter got closer and closer, and the next moment, several figures flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, they swept in front of Jing Jue and the others.

Jing Jue raised his eyes and saw that it was a small group of people dressed in the clothes of the Heavenly Punishment Sect, thinking that it should have been sent by the Heavenly Punishment Sect to garrison on the Red Scale Peak, and this time they should have come to greet them.

The first person was dressed in a blue robe, it was a middle-aged man, the person who spoke before was him, and the one who could talk to Qiu Yunlian like this must also be an elder.

However, Jing desperately felt that this middle-aged man always felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Just as Jing Jue was recalling where he had seen this person, Qiu Yunlian smiled slightly, bowed to the middle-aged man, and said, "It's all my own family, what else do I need to prepare?

Although Qiu Yunlian was like this, the elder surnamed Chang knew that Qiu Yunlian was not very satisfied with his welcome, so he immediately smiled dryly: "Hahaha, she deserves to be the 'Iron Lady', even making a joke is so with a gun and a stick, oops, I often don't entertain well, how about I pay a few more drinks to make amends for my sins in a while?"

Qiu Yunlian waved her hand and said, "That's it, it's just that these two beasts have been eating too much recently, and they are in a hurry, which caused us to arrive early, no wonder you." ”

After a pause, Qiu Yunlian glanced at the group of disciples behind her, and said to Elder Chang: "These are the disciples of our Heavenly Punishment Sect who participated in the Criminal Confucianism Conference this time, you can arrange it, it is quite tiring to travel for a few days, let them rest and adjust their state, and welcome tomorrow's martial arts." ”

Elder Chang glanced at the crowd, bowed his head slightly to express satisfaction, and when his gaze fell on Jing Jue, a smile of surprise appeared on his face, and he exclaimed, "Your little cub is also here." ”

Jing Jue was confused, and now he was sure that the other party had met him, but he really couldn't remember where he saw him.

The other party named himself, and he would not be ignorant of etiquette, so he immediately bowed and saluted: "The disciple has seen Elder Chang." ”

Seeing this, Elder Chang smiled strangely: "Yo, now you know that you are called Elder Chang? In Wuxiang City, you can be very cruel to me, hahaha......"

Being so little by Elder Chang, Jing Jue finally remembered that this person was the person who pretended to be a deacon to drug him when he first entered Wuxiang City, Chang Fengchun.

He was stunned, looked at Liu Shangyuan again, frowned slightly, and muttered in a low voice: "Could it be that the people in the Wuxiang City are no longer in the Wuxiang City......?"

"Hahaha, Yunlian Daoyou, I haven't seen you for many years, but your demeanor is still the same!"

At this moment, there was another laughter from inside the gate, and when Qiu Yunlian heard this, her brows furrowed slightly, her face was not good, and she seemed to be a little vigilant.

After a while, the laughter fell, and several figures were also revealed, led by a middle-aged man, his face was ruddy and smiling, the corners of his mouth were trimmed with a delicate beard, a long robe was like snow, and the folding fan in his hand was swaying, looking like a decent Confucian scholar.

Qiu Yunlian looked at the middle-aged man and asked coldly, "Tong Hanqiu, why are you here?"

"Hehe, I've been sent to this Red Scale Peak as a resident elder for more than ten years, so it doesn't seem surprising that I'm here now. Tong Hanqiu in Qiu Yunlian's mouth smiled slightly, the spring breeze was warm, and he said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Qiu Yunlian didn't speak, and Chang Fengchun first asked Tong Hanqiu in a cold voice: "You don't go to greet your Hongru faction, what are you doing here?"

Tong Hanqiu looked at Chang Fengchun: "Eh, Chang Daoyou, you and I have been together for more than ten years, why are you still so angry, the reason why I came here is that I heard that Yunlian Daoyou led a team to participate in the Criminal Confucianism Conference, and I came to greet you." ”

As soon as the words fell, Qiu Yunlian asked sharply, "Do I need you to greet me?"

Looking at Qiu Yunlian's cold face, Tong Hanqiu seemed to be uncomfortable, his body shrank intentionally or unintentionally, and said with a dry smile: "It doesn't seem to be needed." ”

"Then don't get out of here!" Hearing this, Qiu Yunlian scolded unceremoniously.

"Okay, okay, I'll get out, then you pay attention to your body and drink more hot water." After saying that, he was going to run backwards.

When the disciples behind him saw this, it was a shock, he was also a resident elder, or from the Hongru faction, and he was scolded like a dog by Qiu Yunlian.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, don't dare to make a sound, after all, it's the matter of the elders, and no one chews the root of the tongue.

Whew!

At this moment, two wind-breaking sounds sounded not far away, and everyone looked at each other, only to see a strong wind fanning out of the clouds and mist, coming towards everyone.

The flying cloud eagle felt this, and kept hissing for a long time, as if it felt some kind of crisis.

"Rude girl, how dare you scold my elder of the Hongru Sect like this?" Under the gaze of everyone, two black shadows gradually appeared from the clouds, and with it, there was a burst of old shouts.

"Old thing, I scolded him, what about you? If I don't know each other, I'll scold you!" Qiu Yunlian was not afraid, stared coldly at the two black shadows, and said angrily.

"You...... It's unreasonable!" The old voice heard the voice, and he was angry, and he had no words to deal with.

A moment later, two black shadows fell, and they were two huge black eagles, with a strong momentum, obviously also demon beasts in the condensation period.

A pair of golden pupils looked down at everyone, and let out a long roar, as if he was swearing something.

At this time, the two flying cloud eagles of the Heavenly Punishment Sect jumped up, flapped their huge wings, and swept towards the black eagle, constantly screaming, very excited and happy, as if they were courting.

At this time, I don't know who shouted: "It's still Feiyun Eagle is direct enough!" caused everyone to laugh.

Seeing this, the black eagle bird's pupils couldn't help but shrink, as if it was a little scared, and hurriedly fled, screaming.

"Qiu girl, if you don't care about these two white-haired birds, don't blame the old man for making a move!" At this time, the old voice sounded again, looking a little anxious.

"Hey, if you dare to touch it, I'll pluck out the few remaining hairs on your head!" Qiu Yunlian replied coldly.

Although he said this, he also whistled and called the two flying cloud eagles back.

After the two flying cloud eagles stopped, the people of the Confucian sect finally swept down from the black eagle smoothly.

The leader was a bald old man, he looked at Qiu Yunlian with a pale face at this time, snorted coldly, and left first.

Seeing this, Qiu Yunlian also pursed her lips disdainfully, too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and left in the opposite direction.

After Chang Fengchun left some deacon disciples to arrange a resting place for Jing Jue and the others, he also left with Liu Shangyuan, and those who were still in place at this time were only the disciples of the Heavenly Punishment Sect and the Hongru Sect.

The swords of the elders were tense, and the disciples on both sides naturally did not have any good faces, glaring at each other, as if as long as one side acted rashly, they would fight.

At this time, the Nahong Confucian faction slowly walked out of a slender young man in a Confucian shirt, his complexion was fair, like a pearl and jade, his eyes were bright, his pupils were pitch black, he was really beautiful and clear, and the wind god was outstanding.

"Brother Qin, don't come unharmed after a long time. The young man showed a harmless smile and looked towards Qin Wuyi.

"Thanks to the concern of the Holy Son, everything is fine. Qin Wuyi also had a warm spring breeze on his face, smiled slightly, and bowed his hand.

Yes, that young man is the holy son of the Nahong Confucian sect, Zhan Taichun! He slowly moved forward, glanced at everyone present, sneered, and said: "Hey, the big war is only tomorrow, why bother with sabre-rattling today? Looking at the whole scene and seeing the virtue of everyone, only Brother Qin and Pure have great spirit!"

Qin Wuyi was about to answer, but Mo Zheng was arguing first, pointing at Taichun and scolding: "Taichun, what kind of calf are you pretending, who do you look down on?"

Hearing this, Yutai Chun's brows froze, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he followed the sound and looked at it, seeing that it was Mo Zheng, his eyes instantly turned into surprise, and he completely forgot his previous humiliating words.

"Brother Mo, you actually ......" Yu Taichun said while feeling a little inappropriate, and paused: "Isn't there a rumor that Brother Mo is in the Lost Dream Forest?"

"Why? You were surprised to see me, or were you scared?" Mo Zheng sneered.

Yu Taichun grinned: "It's quite unexpected, but where do you start with the words of fear? You are only in the middle stage of condensation now, how much strength can you have?"