The Linglong Pavilion Discussion Conference was scheduled for June.

The so-called layman looks at the liveliness, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Whether this discussion conference is lively or doorway, it is enough to attract the attention of any force in the Great Zhou Jianghu.

Yuehu Cave in Jizhou, Tiandou City in Xuzhou, Hutou Fort in Chongzhou, and Tongtianmen in Youzhou, which one is not coveted for the name of the first sect of the Great Zhou?

If it were in the past, Linglong Pavilion was in the digital fairyland, and these famous rivers and lakes naturally did not dare to snoop, but now there is only one Zhong Chang in Linglong Pavilion who can take the [stage] side, and at this time the so-called Dao Conference was held, in the eyes of many people, there is a lot of suspicion of carrying stones to hit their feet.

There is still a month to go before the Dao Conference, and everyone from all sides is already gearing up and preparing to do a big job.

And the Linglong Pavilion, which is the center of this storm, is also very lively.

As the chief disciple of the previous Mountain Gate Contest to participate in the Dao Conference, Chen Xuanji left, resulting in a vacancy in the Mountain Gate, and the personal disciples on the Chongju Peak had to start a competition again to win the remaining one place, while the outer and inner disciples also ran back and forth in order to prepare for this conference, and they were very busy.

Xu Han thought about it, and hadn't seen Song Yueming for a few days.

I thought I was going down the mountain to buy things again.

"What a daze! Look at the sword!" he was slightly distracted, and a coquettish cry sounded on the side, and a long sword stabbed straight at him.

Xu Han's heart froze, but he didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly raised the long sword in his hand to the left and blocked it, so that he could block the sword move.

"Didn't you say that you won't fight?" Xu Han glanced at the Fang Ziyu beside him angrily,

It has been nearly a month since Chen Xuanji's departure, and this second senior sister has finally gradually come out of the haze. These days, in order to prepare for the Dao Conference, all parts of the mountain gate are busy, but Fang Ziyu, who has already been selected to participate in the conference, is very idle, so he came to find Xu Han and started to sparring again.

The second senior sister was soon surprised to find that Xu Han's progress in kendo in the past month could be described as rapid.

A few days ago, she had to suppress her strength to fight against her, but now Xu Han can fight back and forth with her in full strength.

Of course, she knew that Xu Han had a good physical cultivation before the meridians were repaired, but after all, there was still a realm away from her, and the internal strength cultivation was only the second realm Danyang realm.

"Whoever asked me to talk to you, you ignored me. Fang Ziyu faced Xu Han's indignation, raised his neck, and said as it should be.

How dare Xu Han compete with this aunt, he shook his head with a wry smile, put away the long sword on his back and entered the courtyard gate.

"Finished practicing?" On the stone table in the courtyard, Zhou Zhang smiled lightly, looking at the sweaty two people and said.

"Hmm. Xu Han nodded and sat down beside Zhou Zhang with Fang Ziyu.

"The selection of this personal disciple is so lively, Senior Brother Zhou really doesn't want to join in the fun?" Fang Ziyu's temperament jumped out, as if he had inexhaustible energy, and after sitting down at the stone table, he pulled Zhou Zhang and asked.

"I have some ability, senior sister, you don't know, wouldn't it be embarrassing to go up to the door?" Zhou Zhang smiled bitterly and shook his head. "It's Senior Sister, Senior Brother Chen is gone, and the banner in this pavilion will be carried by Senior Sister, Senior Sister is not ready for a while?"

At the mention of Chen Xuanji, the smile on Fang Ziyu's face froze slightly, but it was quickly suppressed by her.

"What is there to prepare, those crooked melons and cracked dates, how can they stand the long sword of my aunt and grandmother?" Then, she returned to her usual hippie smiling face.

"Oh, is it? The figure I saw practicing swords in the middle of the night a few days ago, isn't that the world?" Zhou Zhang smiled faintly, lifted the teapot in his hand, and poured himself another cup of tea.

"Huh?" Fang Ziyu, who was exposed to the secret, suddenly turned red, she turned her head sideways, and said with a haha in her eyes: "Is it? How could it be me?"

In terms of talent, Fang Ziyu's talent can almost be compared to Ye Hongjian, but with Chen Xuanji, she can't give birth to the mind of cultivation after all, after all, no matter what the situation, it seems that with the surname Chen, it can't trouble her to make a move. But now that Chen Xuanji is gone, Fang Ziyu can naturally see the dilemma of Linglong Pavilion, as the second senior sister, how can there be no pressure in her heart?

It's just that this midnight sword practice...

It was also the first time Xu Han, who had heard about this, was slightly stunned, but quickly figured it out.

The Dao Conference was imminent, and the Linglong Pavilion lost Chen Xuanji, and the Pavilion hurriedly held a competition between the disciples of the personal lineage, which was obviously a bit of a panic. If Fang Ziyu, who was the second senior sister, was too nervous, it would inevitably make the other disciples in the pavilion more and more panicked. That's why she chose to practice kendo when no one was in sight.

Thinking of this, Xu Han had a new understanding of this second senior sister who only seemed to know how to be rude and willful—at least her mind was far from being as simple as she seemed on the surface.

"I won't tell you!" Under the teasing gaze of the two, Fang Ziyu secretly felt a little embarrassed, she stomped her foot with a crimson face, turned her head and ran out of the courtyard.

Such an appearance naturally inevitably caused a burst of laughter from Xu Han and Zhou Zhang.

It's just that after such laughter, the two almost had a tacit understanding and suddenly put away their voices.

They looked at each other at that time, but their eyes were just as heavy.

The building will fall, and the wind and rain are coming.

It's ridiculous to say that the cards of the exquisite pavilion actually need a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl to hold up...

......

After that day, Xu Han declined Fang Ziyu's kindness.

She practices swords every day and at night, if it is not good to rest during the day, in the long run, I am afraid it will not be good for her health, Xu Han's mastery of the "Destroying Yue Sword Technique" has also been a little hot, and if she continues, there will be little effect, Rao is not necessary. His focus was to promote the fusion of the sword type with the golden pill, as well as to strengthen his own growth in physical cultivation.

On this day, as usual, he absorbed some of the demonic power in his right arm at the wooden pavilion, tempered his body, and practiced the "Destroying Yue Sword Technique" alone, and then walked back to the courtyard sweating profusely.

It was late, everyone had already gone to sleep, Xu Han walked to the corner of the courtyard to wash up, and was about to go to the room to sleep.

Strike!

Strike!

But at that time, there was a sudden sound of spreading wings in the night sky, Xu Han was stunned, raised his eyes, and saw a raven flying from the night sky and landing straight on his shoulder.

Xu Han's mind moved, so he grabbed the night crow in front of him, took out a piece of letter paper from its ankle, and then hurriedly let the night crow go while there was no one around.

It wasn't until the night crow was gone that he cautiously opened the letter and looked at it intently.

But there was no writing on the paper, but something was wrapped in it.

Xu Han frowned and brought up the thing, and put it in front of him for a while.

It was a small token, made of unknown materials, very metallic, and the shape was quaint, as if it was some years old.

There is no embellishment around the token, except for a simple handwriting engraved in the center.

Sky!

......

Xu Han looked at the token thoughtfully.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a muffled thunder rang out in the sky.

Thunderstorms were frequent at the end of summer, and there was nothing surprising about this sudden thunderstorm, but Xu Han's face changed at that time.

He turned sharply and looked sideways in the direction of the summit of Heavy Moment Peak.

And Ye Hongjian, who had already slept in the house at that time, also seemed to sense something, pushed open the door and ran out of the house.

The two looked at each other at that time, and they both saw a deep look of surprise in each other's eyes.

I saw that on the top of the heavy moment peak, the thunderclouds converged like a whirlpool, and the dense thunder snakes moved back and forth, constantly merging and exploding in the thunderclouds, making bursts of roars.

The disciples of Chongju Peak, who had already fallen asleep, were all woken up by this loud noise at that time, and walked out of their respective doors, they all pointed at the strange situation on the top of the mountain, and for a while, the Chongju Peak, which had already fallen into the night, became lively.

And the elders and deacons from the various peaks were naturally also alarmed by such a noise, and they rushed to come at that time.

It's just that compared to the confusion of many disciples, the faces of these elders and deacons were full of complicated expressions at that time.

Worried, excited, frightened, and expectant.

Xu Han's brows furrowed at that time, such a thundercloud, such a thunderstorm.

He has felt it, he has seen it, and he has experienced it himself.

On the way to Linglong Pavilion, when his sword seed sprouted under the nourishment of demonic power, such a thing appeared.

It's a catastrophe!

And apart from his anomaly in this world, there are not many things that can attract such a thunderstorm.

In the Counting Exquisite Pavilion that can do this...

It's just that...

Rumble!

Xu Han thought about this, at that time, the thunder tribulation in the dome was still gathered, and a purple-red thunder snake rolled in the calamity clouds, as if it would fall at any time.

At that time, the heavens and the earth were a little darker, and it seemed that the world was left with nothing but that dazzling thunderbolt at that moment.

And the Great Zhou rivers and lakes, and even the two kingdoms of Chen Xia, those powerful people who are either hidden or in the present world also cast their eyes on this Linglong Pavilion at that time.

They know very well that this is a catastrophe that is enough to change the direction of the Great Zhou rivers and lakes.

Rumble!

Another explosion sounded, and the thunderstorm in the sky finally thundered down at that time.

With rolling power, with unrivalled power, it slammed down towards the top of Chongju Peak at a speed that was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch the trajectory.

Rao was just looking at it from afar, and the coercion contained in the thunder tribulation made the hearts of everyone present tremble.

And at this moment, an old man dressed in black suddenly flew out from the top of the mountain.

He was holding a long sword, and the blood-colored sword intent was permeating his body.

"I am a natural sword, and I am an immortal against my fate!"

The old man drank like this.

The voice is loud, like Huang Zhong Dalu.