The main building is noisy, and it is also a pavilion. The building has nine floors, and the number is Dayang. Above the floor, the platform is open, overlooking the river, and the beautiful scenery is in full view.

In the main building, the green cover and yellow mantle, the curtains are heavy, and the floors are well partitioned. Qin Shuang took the two of them up the stairs and introduced them one by one.

The bottom two floors of the main building are combined into one, called the hall, for the ritual of the sect. The third and fourth floors are banquet halls, which are specially prepared for various banquets. The fifth floor is the appreciation hall, in which everything is KitKat. Above the sixth floor, only a few people can climb it, and the scene in the building changes abruptly, and there is no noise and complexity. The sixth floor is idle, dim and unusual. The seventh and eighth floors are the book building, with a collection of 10,000 volumes, and there are also a number of unique books.

The crowd walked through the library and went up to the ninth floor, which was the last floor under the observation deck.

There are no doors or windows on the entire ninth floor, only nine stone pillars support the entire platform, and more than a dozen ever-bright lamps emit a faint light. Nian Yang could see at a glance that the entire ninth layer was covered with prohibitions.

"Hey, hey, it's up there. It's been a long time since I've climbed the stairs, it's so tiring. Qin Shuangdao.

Zheng'er said: "How can this building become more and more gloomy the higher you go. ”

Qin Shuang pointed to a rising hanging ladder on the opposite side and said, "It's good to go up there, it's the most beautiful place in the whole Jiangliu City." ”

"Wait. Nian Yang suddenly stopped, stared at the hanging ladder at the top, and frowned, "Someone has come down." ”

"Knock, knock, knock. A steady step stepped on the hard suspension staircase, making a deep metallic sound. A middle-aged Taoist slowly walked down the hanging ladder. This person has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he looks extraordinary.

"Yo, Uncle Hong, why are you here?" Qin Shuang greeted the visitor with a smile.

The man's expression remained unchanged, he stood and nodded to Qin Shuang. "Second son. ”

"Is my dad up there, walking, why are we all stunned?" Qin Shuang greeted but to no avail, and several people stood in place, unresponsive.

Even Zheng'er stood aside obediently and didn't say a word.

"Heavenly Gate, Hong Yinlei. Dare to ask your Excellency's name. Hong Yin's thunder was like a bell, staring at Nian Yang tightly.

Nian Yang arched his hand and said, "In Xia Xiao Mosheng." ”

"Xiao Mosheng?" Hong Yinlei opened his eyes and said, "Just a young man, his cultivation is not low, I don't know where to learn?"

"There is no door, no faction, no teacher. Nian Yang smiled and arched his hand.

Hong Yinlei's eyes widened angrily, and the clothes on his body were windless. He let out a loud shout and sacrificed his natal flying sword.

This sword is red and yellow, and the sword body is faintly electric.

Nian Yang said to the two behind him, "You stand back." ”

Qin Shuang and Zheng'er stepped back one left and one right, almost sticking to the surrounding walls.

Nian Yang's hands were linked, and the fierce sword wind appeared on the scene, and countless wind blades roared by, forming a sword formation, blocking the tongue of electric light and fire.

"What a powerful sword qi!" Hong Yinlei couldn't help but admire, "Take the old man's move!"

The flying sword suddenly spun rapidly, and the electric light was even worse, and Nian Yang noticed that the hairs on his arms stood on end.

"Wan Yin, thunder!" Hong Yinlei shouted, and countless lightning bolts shot at Nian Yang in volley.

Nian Yang held one hand horizontally and the other hand towards the sky, the sword was swirling, and countless wind blades turned into silver rays dotted all over Nian Yang's body. The lightning light hit the sword curtain and spread out instantly, and countless silver rays of light flickered, but it dissolved the power of thunder and lightning.

"Sword Qi Transformation Shape, How can you do such exercises at such a young age, come again!" Hong Yinlei recalled the flying sword, bit his finger, and stained the sword body with blood. "Ten thousand leads, thousands of thunders!"

Nian Yang's ears let out a roar, and the power of thunder and lightning around him became even stronger.

"Senior, I can't stand coming to this building again. Nian Yang smiled bitterly.

Hong Yinlei was completely unmoved, concentrating on controlling the swordsmanship. The entire floor is completely enveloped in electric light. Although the Thousand Thunder Movement has not yet been launched, its momentum is strong enough to see its power.

Looking at the side again, Qin Shuang and Zheng'er's hair was already standing on end, and the two of them were trembling all over. Nianyang yelled that it was not good, he was really happy to fight here, but he forgot that there were two mortals beside him.

Hong Yinlei seemed to be on the top, and he didn't care about the existence of the people around him at all.

Nian Yang must fight quickly, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable. He didn't want the apprentice he had just accepted to collect her corpse before he taught her well.

Nian Yang took a deep breath and reached out to hold the ancient sword that was tightly wrapped behind his back.

"Old ghost, it's up to you. The cyan sword light was as dazzling as a star, and the shroud shattered in an instant, and pieces fell.

Nian Yang's eyes were blazing, and his hands glowed with a pale blue light. He drew his sword with one backhand, put his finger across his chest with the other, and shouted:

"Oh!