Song Yueming looked up at the night through the window.

The hour has come to be ugly.

He glanced at his roommates again, all of whom had already fallen asleep. Song Yueming felt a little at ease at this time, he straightened his clothes, gently pushed open the door, and walked out.

Stepping inside, he walked more and more cautiously, avoiding the Sword Hall disciples who were in charge of the night watch.

With his cultivation, this was not an easy thing for him, and he was in danger several times, and finally walked out of the residence of the inner disciple in danger.

At that time, the young man, who was already sweating profusely, took a deep breath and strode towards the top of Chongju Peak.

Compared to the inner disciples, the residence of the disciples of the personal transmission is much more lax, after all, almost every disciple of the personal transmission has the cultivation of the secret realm, and the guards of the ordinary disciples of the Sword Holding Hall are rather chicken.

Therefore, Song Yueming walked quite easily on this part of the road, as long as she didn't make a big noise, it would be fine.

Soon, he passed through the abode of his disciples, and in front of him was the seat of the elders and deacons.

Song Yueming took a deep breath again, and he looked up at the night again.

The hour should be approaching.

Gotta hurry.

He told himself, and his steps quickened.

After about a quarter of an hour, he walked through large and small courtyards, and a mansion with the word "Zhongfu" on it appeared in front of Song Yueming's eyes.

Song Yueming's footsteps stopped, and he carefully hid in the dark.

The hiding place is a barrier created by three large trees, which can be cleverly avoided from view, but the direction of the mansion can be clearly observed.

Song Yueming found this place very easily—obviously, it was not the first time he had come here at this time.

Compared to other quiet courtyards, the Zhong Mansion is much larger and rings a lot more.

There were hundreds of Sword Wing Hall disciples patrolling back and forth alone.

To some extent, Zhong Changhe has been imprisoned here. Of course, with his cultivation comparable to the immortal realm, if he really wanted to leave, these disciples would naturally not be able to stop him, but why he was like this, others did not know.

Song Yueming looked up at the sky again.

The moon is almost in the sky.

It's almost time, Song Yueming thought so, but his eyes were fixed on the disciples who were patrolling back and forth.

His body arched like a fully drawn bow.

His eyes were like torches, like wolves lurking in the woods.

......

The two patrolling teams happened to meet at one point, and then turned their heads to the sides.

In the middle, there was a short but extremely obvious gap in the direction opposite Song Yueming.

Song Yueming's heart moved, and the opportunity for the secret path came.

At that time, the True Yuan around him surged, and his body rushed out like a cheetah, and the speed was urged by him to the extreme he could reach. He came to the foot of the mansion in an instant, and before the patrolling soldiers could turn around, he leaped into the door of the mansion.

This is only a ten-way situation, but it makes Song Yueming, who has never done such a thing, secretly feel terrified. But fortunately, there was no danger, he thought so, and with a long sigh of relief, he was about to turn and go to the depths of the mansion.

And as soon as the body turned, a dark shadow appeared in front of him.

Song Yueming was alert, leaned against the wall and took a step back, looking vigilantly at the black shadow that suddenly appeared.

"You have been outside my house every day for the past seven days, and today you have finally sneaked in, say, what is the so-called?" the figure asked, his voice low and ghostly.

Song Yueming finally saw the appearance of the figure clearly by the moonlight at this time, and the young man's body was shocked at that time, and he knelt down suddenly.

"Junior, Song Yueming, I implore Uncle Shi to save my Linglong Pavilion!"

Seeing this, the figure didn't reply, but the corners of his mouth in the shadow outlined a smile at that time...

......

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

......

Xu Han, who was asleep, was awakened by the crowd running outside the house and the huge bell in the distance.

He sat up, put on his clothes with sleepy eyes, and walked out of the room, only to see Qin Keqing, who had just gotten up, also looking at Xu Han outside the house, his eyes were also full of confusion.

"It's the Dragon Bell. She said.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The thick bell still rang non-stop, Xu Han's head was a little foggy, and someone rang the Xuanlong bell again? Could it be that there was an accident at the mountain gate again?

It's an eventful time.

He sighed and went out to check.

"The surname is Xu!" But the door of this room had just opened, and it collided with Fang Ziyu, who was in a hurry.

"Oh no!" The eldest lady didn't have time to collide with Xu Han in the end, but looked at Xu Han straight and said loudly: "The surname Song is crazy, knocking the Xuanlong Bell on the Hanging River Peak!"

"What?" Xu Han heard this, and his heart suddenly chuckled, and the hazy sleepiness faded.

He secretly said that it was not good, and he couldn't care about anything else.

"Let's go, let's see!" he said, and he took the lead out of the room, leading everyone to hurry in the direction of the Hanging River Peak.

......

The Xuanlong Bell is a sacred relic of the Linglong Pavilion.

Only in front of the major events related to the survival of the mountain gate can it be knocked.

Song Yueming rang the Xuanlong Bell, what did he want to do, Xu Han could naturally guess...

However, before Long Congyun opened a side, it was a concealment from Si Blank, if Song Yueming acted like this, it would inevitably be known to everyone in the mountain gate, and if he wanted to excuse him again, I am afraid that even Long Congyun would be powerless.

What are you thinking?

Thinking of this, Xu Han's face became more and more gloomy, and he lowered his head and hurried away silently.

Many of the disciples in the surrounding sect were also woken up by the Xuanlong Bell, and they all realized that something big had happened, and they also walked in the direction of Hanging River Peak at that time.

By the time they arrived at the gate of the Hanging River Peak, the Xuanlong Bell was already full of people.

They huddled together, pointing at the young man in a green shirt who kept striking the Xuanlong Bell.

But the boy was unaware of this, and he straightened his thin body, and again and again lifted the huge bell wood, and struck the huge bronze bell.

Seeing this, Xu Han and the others didn't care about anything else, hurriedly lined up the dense crowd in front of them, and walked to the front of the Xuanlong Bell.

"Brother Song, what are you going to do?" Xu Han asked in a deep voice.

"The surname is Song, come down quickly, don't come nonsense!" Fang Ziyu on the side was also very anxious.

But the young man in the green shirt still did not speak, he used his already red knuckles to keep lifting the bell wood, stubbornly ringing the huge bell again and again.

"Get out of the way!

At this time, a noisy sound sounded in the crowd, and I saw Lang Chaosha, who had already taken over Ding Jingcheng to temporarily take charge of the Sword Hall, leading more than a hundred disciples of the Sword Hall to arrive, and wherever they went, the crowd naturally retreated.

Soon he was in front of the crowd.

"Song Yueming, you have caused trouble in the mountain gate several times, do you really think that my sword hall is not an ornament? Come and I will take it down!" Lang Chaosha saw that the person who rang the bell was actually Song Yueming, who had a grudge against him, and Lang Chaosha, who was suffering from not finding a chance to seek revenge, was overjoyed at the moment, and when he drank it, he asked everyone around him to step forward and take it down.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Sword Holding Hall behind him naturally stepped forward one after another, and they were about to capture Song Yueming.

Facing the surging disciples of the Sword Holding Hall, Song Yueming's face sank, and he struggled to ring the Xuanlong Bell again, as if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him.

The disciple of the Sword Holding Hall came to him and grabbed his body, Song Yueming gritted his teeth, and the true yuan around his body swayed, breaking free of the shackles of everyone, and impulsive in front of the Xuanlong Bell again.

And those disciples of the Sword Hall naturally couldn't let him succeed and shot again, but Song Yueming was obviously ruthless, he tried every means to avoid the encirclement of everyone, looking for an opportunity to hit the Xuanlong Bell. Even when he was restrained several times, he gritted his teeth and hit the Xuanlong Bell with his head, and he was about to ring it, so that dense blood marks appeared on his forehead.

"Look for death!"

Lang Chaosha on the side saw that several Sword Holding Hall disciples couldn't help Song Yueming, and finally made a move, his cultivation was extremely high, and his speed was naturally faster than Song Yueming, but he came to Song Yueming in an instant, and slammed his palm on Song Yueming's chest.

The young man in the green shirt was hit hard by this, his body shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, sprinkling the body of the bronze bell.

"It doesn't hurt. But soon, the young man raised his head again, glanced at Lang Chaosha covered in blood, and his words were slurred, and blood flowed from his mouth as the words came out. Then, with all his might, he raised his hand again, and slammed it into the bronze bell.

When Lang Chaosha saw Song Yueming's appearance, his heart sank, and he was actually frightened by this young man's strange state.

But soon such a stunned look turned into anger, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and one hand was raised again, and he gathered the true yuan, and was about to shoot it towards Song Yueming's head.

"Lang Chaosha!" Fang Ziyu on the side finally couldn't stand it, she pointed her toes on the ground, her body jumped high, and the long sword in her hand turned into a sword qi, and attacked Lang Chaosha directly.

Lang Chaosha was alert, and his body took a step back, avoiding Fang Ziyu's sword.

"Do you want to kill him?" Fang Ziyu landed in front of Song Yueming, looking at Lang Chaosha with cold eyes, and there was a surge of anger in his beautiful eyes.

"Senior sister, this son has repeatedly caused trouble in the mountain gate, and his crime should be punished!" For this second senior sister, Lang Chaosha was obviously still afraid, and he said with a calm brow.

"It's not you Lang Chaosha who is causing trouble at the mountain gate, as long as it is a matter of life and death in Linglong Pavilion, no one can ring this bell? I see that you have been indiscriminate several times, and you want to kill your fellow disciples, which is the real crime to be punished!" Fang Ziyu is not a fuel-efficient lamp, she took a step, and the sword intent around her body was fierce, so she said.

"Senior sister, don't help the iniquity. Lang Chaosha gritted his teeth and looked at Fang Ziyu in front of Hengjian and said in a cold voice.

At this time, Song Yueming walked in front of the Xuanlong Bell again and lifted the huge bell wood.

Fang Ziyu turned a blind eye to Lang Chaosha's threat, she squinted at the young man, "Ring your bell, your senior sister is here, and I will settle accounts with you after this matter." ”

Hearing this, Song Yueming, whose face was covered in blood, showed a smile on his face, "Thank you, senior sister." He said a little weakly, and with that, the thick bell rang again, echoing in the silent Linglong Pavilion.

The surrounding disciples accumulated more and more, and the gaze in Lang Chaosha's eyes changed for a while, and finally a cold glow flashed again.

"Heavy Moment Peak disciple Fang Ziyu is helping to take it down with me!" he said in a cold voice.

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding Sword Holding Hall disciples all hesitated, after all, behind Fang Ziyu was that Dayan Sword Immortal Zhong Changhate, and they were inevitably afraid.

"What, is it useless for me to speak, do you have to report it to Elder Sikong?" Lang Chaosha saw everyone like this, his heart sank, and he drank it again.

Si Bai and Zhong Chang hated everyone at that time, and finally stepped forward one after another.

There are hundreds of good players in the Sword Hall, and there are many disciples among them, and even Fang Ziyu is obviously not an opponent with such a lineup. But she didn't mean to retreat, and at that time, with a swing of the long sword in her hand, she actually took the initiative to meet it.

They were all the same door, Fang Ziyu naturally didn't dare to kill him, and he was also timid when he started to do it, and those disciples of the Sword Hall were also afraid of hurting Fang Ziyu, so they just sent more than ten people to entangle him, and the rest bypassed him and flocked to the young man in green shirt behind her. Fang Ziyu had the heart to defend himself, but after all, he was a little weaker, and he was restrained by others, and it was difficult to withdraw.

And the mighty group of people killed in front of Song Yueming at that time, and they wanted to take down this young man covered in blood again.

But Song Yueming turned a blind eye to the fists and kicks of everyone, and he tried all kinds of ways to ring the huge bell when he found an opportunity, but the clothes on his body became tattered under such a pull, and the injuries that had not been seen a few days ago were aggravated again.

"Alas..."Xu Han, who had been watching for a long time, let out a long sigh at that time, and his footsteps were finally taken at that time.

As soon as he moved, it was a thunderbolt, the breath around his body flowed, the muscles all over his body bulged, and the three hundred and sixty-five points in his body were also frantically urged by him at that moment.

His speed was extremely fast, and he rushed in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

But Xu Han's target was not those Sword Hall disciples who killed Song Yueming, but the Lang Chaosha who commanded everyone on the side.

Xu Han is very good at his combat power, even if he has improved recently, he can probably be in the middle of the battle with Fang Ziyu, and this is still the case when Fang Ziyu does not use that terrible sword technique.

Fang Ziyu couldn't stop so many disciples, and he naturally couldn't do it.

But Xu Han understands a truth, a very simple truth - capture the thief first and capture the king!

Therefore, he stretched out his left hand, turned it into a palm, and slapped it straight towards Lang Chaosha. Lang Chaosha obviously didn't expect Xu Han to make a move on him, the last time he was beaten by Xu Han, he had already left a shadow in his heart, and when he saw Xu Han attacking, he subconsciously put his hands in front of his chest in an oblique cross shape.

But when Xu Han saw this, the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a smile, when he came to Lang Chaosha, he pointed on his toes sharply, and his body tilted to the right side of Lang Chaosha, and then his left hand and right hand stretched out.

From the bottom up, with a sharp swing.

Seeing this, Nalang Chaosha suddenly felt an ominous feeling in his heart, but at this moment it was too late for him to dodge.

So, the arm wrapped in the white cloth grew from small to large again, and finally eroded his entire eye socket.

Syllable!

A crisp sound resounded in front of the Xuanlong Bell at that time.

The acting hall master of the Sword Holding Hall was slapped by Xu Han in front of almost all the disciples of the Mountain Sect in this way.

"You!" Lang Chaosha, who came back to his senses, was red and swollen on the right side of his face. Under the shame and anger, he was about to pull out the long sword in his hand, his cultivation was through the dark realm after all, if he was really allowed to use it, it seemed that Xu Han would probably have to work hard to take it down, and he naturally couldn't let Lang Chaosha Ruyi.

I saw Xu Han bully him again, and a whip leg sank vigorously, and he went straight to Lang Chaosha. Lang Chaosha, who had been carried away by anger, was caught off guard and was put to the ground by Xu Han.

Xu Han struck while the iron was hot, and sat down in front of Lang Chaosha, a dagger in his sleeve slid out, and stabbed straight at Lang Chaosha's palm.

"Ah!!h

A terrible scream rang out.

The faces of everyone around him turned cold, and they saw that the dagger pierced Lang Chaosha's palm, and fixed him to the ground, and the red blood couldn't stop running down his wounds.

No one would have imagined that Xu Han would be so ruthless that he would really hurt Lang Chaosha in front of many disciples.

"Tell them to stop, or next time, your throat will be broken." Xu Han said in Lang Chaosha's ear with a cold voice. Xu did what he said. ”

His gloomy voice made Lang Chaosha, who was pressed to the ground, not dare to doubt the truth of his words, his face was pale, and he didn't care about any face. At that moment, he shouted loudly at the disciples of the Sword Holding Hall who were entangled with Song Yueming's Fang Ziyu: "Stop, stop!" That panicked appearance, where is there still the slightest bit of the bearing of a personal disciple?

"What the hell is the noise!" At this time, a voice came from the crowd again, but it was the dragon Congyun who brought many elders and deacons, and finally arrived.

Long Congyun, who was dressed in a seven-star black robe, looked at Lang Chaosha, who was embarrassed by Xu Han's pressure under him, and then looked at Song Yueming, who was covered in blood on the bell platform but had fierce eyes, and his brows furrowed.

"Is it the Xuanlong Bell that you rang?" he looked at the young man in green shirt in a calm voice.

Seeing that all the disciples and elders had arrived, Song Yueming finally stopped the movements in his hands, he stepped forward and said, "It's the disciple." ”

"Do you know that the Xuanlong Bell is a sacred relic of the Linglong Pavilion, and it is not allowed to ring it at will until the time of life and death, otherwise it will be the same crime as betraying the mountain gate. Long Congyun said in a calm voice.

"The disciple knows. Song Yueming responded with her head bowed, although her breath was a little sluggish because of the previous frustrations, her voice was extremely loud, and she did not show the slightest fatigue.

Long Congyun's gaze became more and more gloomy at that time.

He carefully looked at the young man in front of him again, his cultivation talent was not outstanding, Long Congyun had never even heard of it mentioned before, but at this moment he was standing there, even if he was covered in blood, even if he was in rags, but inexplicably, Long Congyun felt that he was a hundred times stronger than those so-called personal disciples who used to be valued by him.

"Then tell me what is going on for you to ring the dragon bell. Long Congyun thought about this and asked again.

But in the bottom of my heart, I am still thinking about how to turn this matter into a small one and a small one.

It's a pity that the young man in the green shirt didn't understand the good intentions of this master at all.

He looked around at his fellow doors, and his eyes shone like fire.

Then his lips opened.

"Linglong Pavilion Heavy Moment Peak twenty-seventh generation inner disciple, Song Yueming. ”

"Sue the Supreme Elder Division blank. ”

"Change the master of the door with your own interests!"

"Replace the ancestors with power!"

"Mess up the sect with a cult!"

"The punishment for the three crimes should be abolished and expelled from the mountain gate!"

The boy spoke aloud at that moment.

The voice is not big, and it can't compare to the sound of Huang Zhong Da Lu.

But the words were scorching, like heavenly sounds.

It's deafening.

(End of chapter)