"Ye Qingmei's fall to Wanzhu Peak at the beginning, now that I think about it, it must not be simply framed......

The figure of that person appeared in his mind, with a fairy wind and bones, a dusty demeanor, and a godly demeanor.

This person is the peerless genius who was later called the "Martial God", He Chang'an!

"As long as you take care of Ye Qingmei, I don't think he He Changan will be able to make many waves, and now He Changan should still be in the Guanhai Immortal Gate, and he is not a famous inner disciple. ”

"Guanhai Xianmen now has the saint Shen Qingyi, the madman is arrogant, and now there is a martial god He Chang'an Guanhai Xianmen, one door and three masters, all of them are big patterns, and the peerless Tianjiao of atmospheric luck is good. ”

"Second Guanhai, your disciple Sun Zhen gave you a long face, in my previous life, I said that I wanted to protect the safety of your sect and exercise the right to be in charge of the sect, but if he He Chang'an behaves out of the ordinary, don't blame me for cleaning the portal for you!"

Jiang He smiled coldly in his heart, closed his eyes, and entered a state of meditation.

Ye Qingmei is such a strange woman, He Changan does not deserve to have, even if he does not act rashly, Jiang He will not let him have a good time.

The events of his previous life were enough to sentence him to death!

......

Guanhai Xianmen, deep in the back mountain.

Here the mountains are steep, the peaks are continuous, the ancient trees are towering, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and it is full of primitive ancient atmosphere.

Not far away, a waterfall hangs upside down in the sky, pouring down from the nine days, the water is surging, under the reflection of the sun, it looks like a silver dragon.

In the distance, a cyan dot of light the size of a grain of rice flew towards it.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a cyan figure, and above the waterfall, a wonderful sound sounded.

"Senior brother, senior sister has something to look for you!"

"Whoa!"

The sound sounded, and a turbulent water suddenly rose from the waterfall upstream, rolling up more than ten feet high.

From a distance, it is like a terrible tsunami, overwhelming the sky, covering the sky and the sun, making people's hearts tremble.

In an instant, a strong storm swept in all directions, majestic, and finally gradually condensed a faint phantom.

The phantom gradually took shape, appearing in front of the cyan figure.

This is a white-robed young man with a handsome face, and his eyes under the two sword eyebrows reveal an indifference to life, giving people great pressure.

Behind the white-robed youth, the divine light was endless, the qi and blood were monstrous, and there seemed to be an ancient murderer trapped in his eyes, exuding a terrifying power that made people tremble.

"Shen Qingyi, you are not cultivating at your Holy Maiden Peak, what are you doing here in my barren mountains and mountains?"

The voice of the white-robed young man was ethereal, ethereal, and indifferent from the depths of his bones, but it seemed to be the most perfect voice in the world.

This kind of sound is very weird, it hits the deepest part of the soul, and it is irresistible.

"I want to ask my brother to do something. Shen Qingyi smiled lightly and said softly.

"Do you have a token for the master and a few elders?" the white-robed young man's voice came again, without any emotion.

Shen Qingyi's jade hand flipped over, took out a bronze token, and hit it in the air at an extremely fast speed.

The white-robed young man didn't look at it, and as soon as he grabbed it with his big hand, he was held by the thunderous token in his hand, stared at it for a moment, and returned the token to Shen Qingyi.

This time it's faster and more powerful, and it's irresistible.

Shen Qingyi's jade hand was shining, and he took the token calmly, his pretty face changed suddenly, his body retreated more than three feet, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

"Shen Qingyi, I warned you not to test me, with your strength, if you want to catch up with me, go and cultivate for another hundred years!"

"Okay, what do you want me to do, hurry up, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. ”

The voice of the white-robed young man was full of incomparable majesty and domineering, and no one dared to refute it, as if he should bow down in the face of him, live three lives, and be a cow and horse forever.

"The head teacher asked the senior brother to check on someone. Shen Qingyi wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, put the token into the ring, and his voice was calm.

"Who?"

"The young sect master of the Changhe Sect, Jiang He. ”

"The ants of the Changhe Sect still need to speak in the palm of the sect, let me investigate? Shen Qingyi, you are becoming less and less like a saint!" The white-robed young man's voice was cold and ruthless, and he seemed to look down on Shen Qingyi in his words

"Senior brother's lesson, but if this ant completes the gossip array intact, lets the statue in the martial arts arena shoot the Dharma protector in the door, and flies the great elder, and he is like an arm, and obeys his words, does the senior brother think there is no need to check?"

As Shen Qingyi finished speaking, the white-robed young man's pupils shrank, "I know about this matter, you can go, the day I leave the customs, it will be the time when this person dies." ”

After speaking, his figure suddenly became a cloud and mist, dissipating into the void, without a trace, as if the world had evaporated.

"Cloud Shadow Duel!"

Shen Qingyi knew that the figure just now was actually not his senior brother Ao Wushuang himself, but the illusory figure caused by Ao Wushuang using the secret technique of the sect.

This kind of exercise can use its own true element to condense the aura of heaven and earth in the void into a phantom that is exactly the same as himself, and this phantom is like a substance, not only can he finish speaking, but he can also hurt people.

It's just that this kind of secret technique, in the eyes of a strong person of the same level, is like a chicken rib, but when he is cultivating, someone comes to visit and greets him.

Obviously, Ao Wushuang is still cultivating now, and he will definitely not get out of the customs in two or three months.

"Three months, I can wait, but when I get out, you will look good, Ao Wushuang, let's see. ”

Shen Qingyi sneered in his heart, his senior brother is too crazy, it's time to suffer.

In the Guanhai Immortal Sect, there is only one disciple who can take sole power and inherit the position of the future head of the sect, and this person can only be her Shen Qingyi!

Anyway, this time the seeds have been planted, just waiting for him to slowly germinate.

"Senior brother cultivates hard, junior sister won't bother, and retire first. ”

Shen Qingyi gave a salute, turned into a cyan light, and walked away.

In the place where she was originally standing out of thin air, two golden rays of light swept by, and one after another like thunderous True Yuan fluctuations resounded through the sky and rolled endlessly.

......

At this moment, in the courtyard of the outer disciples, Jiang He, who was standing with his hands behind his back, had a wry smile on his breezy face.

Those outer disciples, since they saw him and Xiao Mo have a dispute, they were magically divided into two factions.

The faction took the initiative to approach him, hoping that Jiang He would be able to say a few kind words in front of Han Yunfeng and Ye Qingmei, and in addition, he also showed a strong interest in the green scarf, and did his best to be flattering.

It's just that in addition to their superficial flattery, most of them look down on him in their hearts, and there is a trace of envy and jealousy.

After all, a little martial artist on the fourth floor of the Xuan Soul Realm, who was called a senior brother by Han Yunfeng, was really a little unqualified, and he was also looked at differently by the two beauties......

Everyone secretly scolded in their hearts, how could this kind of opportunity not be their turn? Instead, it was such an unknown junior who had hit the big luck.

As for the other faction, they are following Xiao Mo's mud legs, or the pretentious outer genius, bringing some inner disciples, and coming over to challenge Jiang He at every turn.

Of course, when these people come over, they will try to avoid Han Yunfeng and the little witch Ye Qingmei.

After these people were rejected by the river countless times, they stopped coming.

All the disciples of the sect felt that the person in front of them was a little white face who walked through the back door and ate soft rice.

It didn't take long for Jiang He's reputation to degenerate from a mysterious senior brother of the sect to a coward who ate soft rice and didn't dare to do anything.

Fortunately, the Changhe Sect did not release the matter of Jiang He's in the Guanhai Immortal Gate, otherwise, I don't know what the faces of these people would become.

"That's fine, at least I don't have to worry about people coming to bother me all the time, it's better to be low-key. A smile appeared at the corner of Jiang He's mouth.

"Senior brother, today is a beautiful day and cloudless, just right for you to go out for a walk, why don't you let me take you to visit the sect?"

At this time, there was a sound of gold and stone at the door, it was Han Yunfeng, who was rejected by Jiang He yesterday.

Hearing Han Yunfeng's words, Jiang He couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, this kid doesn't seem to have the legendary eight-sided exquisiteness, and he doesn't leak.

At least, if you want to be far worse than Liu Quan, who was famous for his "long-sleeved good dancing" when he was in the real martial arts world.

On the second day after Xiao Mo was injured, Jiang He felt that Han Yunfeng had ruined his low-key business, and did not let him fiddle with the free scarf and did not allow him to enter the door.

In the next few days, Han Yunfeng came over all day long, talking nonsense at the door, just to see the river.

It's just that the method he used was too low-end, and it really didn't fit his nickname, leaving Jiang He speechless.

"It just so happens that I want to go out and take two steps, so I'll let you accompany me. In order not to be annoyed by him, Jiang He waved open the door and walked out.

Han Yunfeng was stunned for a moment, and then followed Jiang He, with a touch of ecstasy on his face.

The two of them walked forward on the Forgotten Peak of the Changhe Sect and came to an old pavilion.

The gazebo looks small and very dilapidated, covered with dense cobwebs, in disrepair, as if it will fall apart when the wind blows.

However, once you step in, there is a new world inside.

The small world in the pavilion is vast and boundless, covering an area of thousands of miles, above the sky dome, although it is daylight, there are also stars in the sky, brilliant brilliance.

There is no doubt that this gazebo looks small, and that is because there is another world in it.

It was refined by people with supreme supernatural powers!

Stepping here, Han Yunfeng began to introduce Jiang He and said, "Senior brother, this is generally used to store the existence of the supreme treasure of the sect, and there are some people who cultivate and guard here. ”

"This place is roughly divided into three areas, each area, there is an ancient attic, which stores the secret books, divine weapons, and magic weapons of the sect, which are the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the Divine Soldier Pavilion, and the Xuanbao Pavilion in turn. ”

Han Yunfeng said: "Every attic is personally guarded by a mysterious powerhouse, whether it is any disciple who borrows secret books, divine weapons, and magic weapons, they must be personally seen, and these people are called pavilion guards. ”

"It's just that not many people know what their identities are. ”

"The disciples of the past generations have respected these pavilion keepers very much, although they don't know their specific identities, they are also called elders, and they are worshiped as elders. ”

Speaking of this, Han Yunfeng asked Jiang He and said, "By the way, Senior Brother, you once told the elders that if you want to choose a weapon, why don't you go to the Divine Weapon Pavilion first?"

"No, let's go into the Scripture Pavilion first. Jiang He didn't think much about it and said casually.